(A/N: Hey all! Sorry this took so long, but I had guests to entertain! So without further adieu, Chapter Seven! READ ON, PEEPS!)


I'll admit it. At the moment, I was a little bent out of shape. It was all thanks to Larxene too. I don't know whyyyy, but for some reason, she thought Megan and I had to be fantastic cooks (and you assume this cuz why? …I swear ta god, if you make a fat joke, I'll snap you in half!) and should make the Organization breakfast.

First of all, if you've been paying any attention at all, you'll know that I've very few things I can be proud of – being unbelievably random and weird and having a cast iron stomach just about covers it. You'll note that nowhere on that short list does it say I can cook.

I can make Kraft macaroni and cheese…and frozen pizza…but anything more elaborate than that and you'd better call the fire department, poison control and HAZMAT just to be on the safe side.

Hey, if you think I'm dicking around here, just ask the Organization…when they can talk again. Is it my fault that salt and sugar look a lot alike? And just happened to be situated next to each other? In nearly identical containers my craptastic brain couldn't tell apart first thing in the morning?

Megan is quite the opposite. She actually CAN cook. It may just be simple stuff like pancakes, scrambled eggs and stuff like that, but the fact that she can mix seasonings in proper proportions is something I'm quite envious of. I'm usually adding three cups of oil in place of the flour I need. It's really pathetic.

But now we were locked up in our rooms (that's right – they SEPERATED US!) talking to each other through windows. Meaning we we're practically dangling over the pit of jagged, stony death every time we wanted to chat (which was often)

"SOOO! WHAT'RE YA DOIN'?" I shouted out the window, hoping to high heaven that this ledge was sturdy and wouldn't be giving way anytime soon.

"TALKIN' TO YOU! WHAT'RE YOU DOIN'?" Megan yelled back, leaning out a bit further than she needed to, but…you have to remember that we keep Common Sense and Sensibility locked away in itsy-bitsy cages in the backs of our subconscious.

"NOOO! YOU MISUNDERSTOOD ME!" I bellowed, leaning out a bit more (woo that was a long way down) "I MEANT BESIDES TALKIN' T' ME, WHAT'RE YA DOIN'?"

"OOOOOHH!" she hollered back, looking a bit sheepish, "I'M WORKIN' ON A FANFIC I PUT ON HOLD FOR AWHILE! THIS PLACE HAS BEEN GREAT FOR UNCORKING MY WRITER'S BLOCK! HOWBOUT YOU? WHAT'RE YOU DOIN'?"

"LISTENING TO MUSIC, TEACHING AFLAC TO DANCE, NOTHIN' SPECIAL!" I screamed back, leaning back into my room a ways (wooo…go 'way vertigo, go 'way!) "WISH I COULD SAY I WAS COMING UP WITH THE CURE FOR CANCER, BUT AMAR'S ALREADY WORKIN' ON THAT SO WHY BUST MY HUMP?"


"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP? YOU'RE BREAKING MY CONCENTRATION!" a distant, aggravated female voice snarled. Megan and I, effectively distracted from our conversation, looked down to find Larxene staring up at us snootily.

I had never been particularly fond of Larxene. In the game, the blonde cockroach had been the one to give me the most trouble. Th' stupid whore had repeatedly sent me back to the save point again…and again…and again (can you a pattern developing here people?) So it should really come as no surprise when I calmly grabbed my wastebasket and dumped the contents out the window.

"HERE'S A WILD IDEA! WHY DON'T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE?" Megan shouted at her as she easily evaded the trash I had hurled out the window.

"HOWBOUT NO? …YA STUPID, CRAZED UP FRUIT LOOP?" Larxene shouted back, as I felt around for more crap to throw at her. Unfortunately, what I lobbed happened to be my beloved blankey.

"NO!" I shrieked, diving after it without a second thought. I know what you're thinking, "Hey Fluke…that's kinda dumb." NO SHIT SHERLOCK! I'd only realized the true gravity of my idiocy after I'd grabbed my blanket out of midair and felt myself tumble away from the window sill.

"This…isnotgood." I squeaked as I fell out the open window. My Sensibility was pissing himself in the corner of his cage and screaming like a little girl…between the ages of three and four. Maybe she had been startled by a mouse, a bug or and angry dog. But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that my Sensibility screams like a four-year old girl…named Cindy.

So basically, while the smart part of my brain was going, "SCREAM YA CRAZY BITCH!" the…other parts of my brain were going, "Welp, good game America!" and "What's this strange whooshing sensation rushing past my ears?" and "Well, this is gonna hurt good."

But as soon as I started falling I stopped. This caused the smart part of my brain to go, "WHAT THE FUCK? WHY AREN'T WE DEAD YET?" whereas the other parts of mind told me to look up…which I did…with a degree of difficulty.


"Do we need to strap you to the bed?" Zexion asked mildly, dangling me out the window by my ankle.

"Heeeey! How ya been, Sexy Zexy? We missed you! Did I forget to mention last time that you make a fantasmagoric wall?" Megan grinned, waving at him furiously from her open window. She hadn't panicked when I'd fallen – she's used to me falling out of windows (don't ask)

Zexion just gave her a bemused look and tugged me up through the window by my ankle a bit more roughly than necessary (hey! I'm still attached to that!)

"Aww, ZEXION! WHAT TH' HELL DID YOU CATCH HER FOR?" Larxene yelled up at him in frustration.

"…because, I don't wish to be reprimanded by Superior." Zexion said looking at the woman below, taking a pause reeling me in to chide the giant cockroach.

"Ha ha! Larxene got in truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhbull!" Megan hooted, looking very happy at this particular tidbit, "Take that ya puffed up, blonde beetle!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" Larxene shouted up at her as Zexion finally pulled me all the way back into my room (how did she manage to hear her when she was talking normally?)

"YOU HEARD ME ANTENAE GIRL!" Megan yelled back, leaning out her window and shaking her fist.

"Must they shout?" Zexion asked, staring at them through the window.

"Well obviously yes. Yes they do." I replied with a lazy smirk, snuggling my blanket to my face, "By th' way, what're you doin' here?"

"I was delivering your lunch." Zexion said, gesturing to the tray on my bed, "But…I was distracted by an act of idiocy too blindsiding to ignore. What logic did you use that told you diving out a window on the twenty third story – after a blanket no less – was a good idea?"

"Uhhhhh…apple cinnamon?" I replied dazedly. Zexion and Vexen must hang out or something. They both use lots of really big words strung together that make my brain hurt.

But apparently, my answer was suitable for Zexion. Either that, or he was just bored with my presence (I'm thinking the latter of the two) as he shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heel and warped himself away.

This left me by myself again, with nothing but the lovely strains of Larxene and Yargy's argument (yup! They're still at it!) accompanied by the chorus of Larxene's thunderbolts.

"THOSE BOOTS DON'T MATCH THAT OUTFIT!" Megan bellowed at the oh-so anorexic blonde woman below who shook with rage and stabbed an angry finger in her direction.

"YEAH? WELL YOU HAVE A FAT ASS BITCH!" Larxene countered, very red in the face. Now, had Megan been me, this would have rendered her speechless…but Yargy isn't me so you all know what's coming next.

"YEAH? WELL I'M TAKIN' MY FAT ASS INSIDE. AND WE'RE GONNA EAT WHEN I GET THERE! UNLIKE YOU, GRAPE COUNTER!" Megan shrieked at her, making her face go white then cherry tomato red. It was a sight to see I tellsya.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" Larxene roared at her, electricity sparking violently around her hands as she glared up at Yargy.

"YOU HEARD ME WHORE! WHO TH' FUCK COUNTS GRAPES?" Megan yelled back, choosing that precise moment to dump a pitcher of water out the window and over Larxene's head, causing her to ultimately electrocute herself.

Deciding that while the sounds of Larxene's shrieks were very entertaining, I'd return to happy iPod land.


Here's another thing I'm proud of – I can sing. This is something my parents don't know about because our walls are soundproofed (I found out the hard way why...yeeeew) It's a good thing too. If they knew I could sing, they'd make me take voice lessons and get a voice coach, make me join a choir, tryout for American Idol…you get it. They would obsess and take all fun out of it.

So, I popped the buds into my ears, scooped Aflac off my bed and declared that I was going to teach him to dance if it was the last thing I ever did. Aflac stared at me, cocked his head to the side and said 'QUACK!'

Soon, the sounds of Ike Ike were blasting in my ears and I was singing along and dancing along to the beat as best I could. Yes, sadly, while I can sing, dancing is not mah bag baby. I only hoped that Aflac could pick up on the rhythm and do what his master could not – dance.

I was spinning and hopping to the song, knowing that I was off the beat dance wise, on it song wise, eyeing my duck all the while. He looked like he was doing something. Aflac was shuffling his webbed feet back and forth on the floor, slowly at first, but he started moving faster.

Yes…yesssYES! He was doing it! I knew Aflac was special! He had, after all, survived Axel's special brand of affection. So this inspired me to sing louder. I threw even more effort into my dancing even though I knew this would just make my movements that much more spastic.

The song switched into Cascada's cover of Kids In America and I BELTED IT! I was just so happy! I mean, I had done something I really hadn't expected to do! My ducky was dancing! With oh-so much more rhythm than me! I wondered if this meant I could stop my spastasic version of dancing, or if he was only dancing because I was.

To find out, I flopped back on my bed and continued to sing very loudly. I watched Aflac out of the corner of my eye. He started slowing down more and more after I had lied down. So – he WAS only dancing cuz I was. That is just so cute!

With a grin on my lips as I continued singing, I hopped of the bed and resumed break dancing. I call it that because whenever I dance, something gets broken. And of course, without fail, I ended up ramming my elbow into the mirror and smashing it to bits.

Not that I noticed. With the buds in my ears and the volume cranked up, I wouldn't have noticed a bomb going off…until it fried my ass of course. The song switched again to Heart's Magic Man. Not the best dance song but who friggin' cares? My duck'll dance to it ANYWAY!

"HE'S A MAGIC MAAA-AAAAN – YEAAAAAAH! WHOOO-OOOA!" I sang, spinning in a circle until someone grabbed my shoulders and whipped me around, "Oh, hiya Bigra-Xigar. What can I do ya for?"

"Can you keep it down?" He asked, looking a might annoyed, "No one in the castle can get anything done! You're too loud! …what we're ya doin' anyway?"

"I'll show you!" I grinned, shuffling through my songs until I reached How Do You Do? by Cascada, "Aflac! Your public awaits!"

I belted out the tune, which is very catchy and fun to dance to whether you can or not, while Aflac picked up on the beat and started shuffling his webbed feet in time, making Xigbar's eyes widen in disbelief…then caused him to shake his head.

"Unbelievable…all that for…how stupid." He mumbled, face slightly pink. HA! He can deny it all he wants, but he KNOWS my dancing duck is B.A.M.F.!


"You're dead brat!" Larxene snarled, still smoking slightly as she warped into Megan's room cracking her knuckles.

"You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to you anorexic bitch." Megan taunted, folding her arms over her chest, "Even if you wanted to, you'd probably break your hand when ya punched me."

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!" Larxene shrieked, stamping her foot, "And where do you get off calling me anorexic? I'm not-!"

"Yes. You are. No sane person counts grapes you obsessive compulsive dorkmore." Megan snorted, crossing her legs and looking very smug.

"I WAS NOT-WHEN DID YOU-JUST SHUT UP!" Larxene cried shrilly, face very pink and ash covered hands shaking with rage.

"Hey, I don't have a problem with my weight. I like myself just fine." Megan shrugged, a smirk on her lips, "Unlike a certain somebody…cockroach queen."

"Wh-what th' HELL?" Larxene shrieked, "First you call me anorexic and now your calling me an insect? Where do you get off-!"

Megan reached up and tugged on one of Larxene's antennae. Then she pulled George out of her front pocket and held him up to it, apparently to allow him to inspect it.

"What's that? …See? Even George thinks you're a roa-!" Megan was cut off by a shriek and Larxene launching herself at her.

Larxene was only millimeters away from Megan's throat. The only thing that had stopped her from reaching her goal was Vexen's grip on her collar.

"What are you doing?" he asked coolly, holding her aloft as she thrashed violently in her attempt to reach Megan, who had by this time, calmly rolled backwards off the bed…and into an ungainly heap on the floor.

"VEXEN YOU BASTARD LET ME KILL HER!" Larxene screeched as the Chilly Academic dragged her towards his portal.

"We need her alive." Vexen said evenly, pulling her closer and closer towards the vortex with degree of difficulty as the Savage Nymph was still trying to get back across the room and at Megan who had now pulled herself off the floor and was situated in front her laptop, waving with a devil-may-care grin on her face.

"I DON'T CARE! JUST LET ME ROUGH HER UP! JUST A LITTLE BIT!" Larxene howled as she was forced through the portal.

"…maybe later." Vexen said absently, following after her and shutting the portal leaving only a few stray wisps behind. One floated by Megan's head and she poked it, making it disappear.

"Awww…bye bye lil wispy…I miss'em when they're gone." She mumbled focusing back on her laptop.


(A/N: The Princesses of Twilight are forced to awaken...and aren't very happy about it all. R&R!)