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Chapter 7
Chocolate Vs. Ice Cream! The Final Battle!
Xemnas covered his face with his hands, the finances looking back at them. Xaldin entered his room.
"Superior, what's wrong?"
Xemnas motioned to the finances. "We're going to go bankrupt," he said, bluntly. Xaldin stared at the finances.
"What? No, that can't be right…" Xaldin muttered, looking at the finances. He could barely read a single line before Xemnas grabbed the finances back.
The Superior said seriously, "Xaldin, we could lose this castle!"
Xaldin smiled. "Don't worry, Xemnas!" he said. "I will take raising enough money to be my duty for the month- you don't need to worry about a thing."
Xemnas peered up at his subordinate, bags under his eyes. "You'd do that for me?"
"For you?' Xaldin asked, "Hell no. I just like this castle. My room is nice."
Xemnas nodded. "Indeed, full of books of blank verse…"
The author smiled. Grammar jokes.
IN XALDIN'S ROOM…
Xaldin set out a blank sheet of paper, picked up a pen and began brainstorming what he could do to raise funds- He could have a bake sale, but threw that one out for being too childish. He could raid some planets full of money, but most of the cities worth anything had been recently raided by either Sephiroth or Darth Vader- some by wanna-be villains. He could do a car-wash, but there was unfortunately a high-quality, low-cost car wash in The World That Never Was.
Xaldin furrowed his brow. He was running out of ideas. His last relied on one of his deepest and least known talents…
BAD CLIFF-HANGER IS GO…
Luxord entered Xemnas' room. "Hey Xemnas, I looked at my pay and it's been the same for the last six decades."
"What happened to canon?" Xemnas asked. Luxord shrugged.
"Perhaps we're an AU. Anyways, I'd like a pay-raise cause I'm fairly certain I was entitled to one 59 years and 364 days ago."
Xemnas glared at him. "I hear your pain. However, most of the money this dictatorship- erm, company is making is going straight towards building a nice party room for it's CEO-" Xemnas caught himself. "Which means towards its employees," he corrected. Luxord was unconvinced.
"Can I see those forms?" he asked. Xemnas clutched onto the papers protectively.
Luxord sighed and simply stopped time for everyone and thing around him, took the finances and went to his own room, where he locked the door and began reading.
Luxord's own room was fairly modest- it's wall were white, though the room was dimly lit so they looked darker. It had a fairly bland painting on the walls and a sofa, and a chair.
The author is kidding- Luxord's room was made entirely of gold. You see, Luxord doesn't gamble- Luxord wins. Why did Luxord want the raise? He wanted it because he was a fighter. He wouldn't stand for a corrupt system- he'd sooner be speared in the eyes with a rusty poker. Luxord was fighting for truth, justice, equality, and primarily a little more money in his pocket.
Luxord read over the finances. "Wow, would you look at all these bogus expenses!" he remarked, looking over the sheet, seeing expenses such as 'Turtle Charge,' 'Tea Charge,' 'Excessive Evil Fine,' and most astoundingly, 'Extreme Awesome Fines.'
Xemnas barged into Luxord's room. "Luxord, put the sheet down!" he cried. Luxord threw it his way.
"It's too late, Xemnas. I now know all your secrets."
Xemnas grabbed the sheet back. "This is legitimate, I'll have you kno-"
"'Excessive Evil Fine?'" Luxord asked.
Xemnas was at a loss for words, simply choosing to make random grunt noises until he finally exploded, saying, "You're fired!"
Luxord smirked. "It doesn't work that way, Xemnas- I own this castle."
"Wait what since when" Xemnas replied, apparently at so much of a loss he couldn't even punctuate his own sentence.
Luxord smiled. "When I took that trip to the Casino Comet, I succeeded at making enough money to purchase the castle, the Organization itself, and simply for my own amusement, Disneyland."
Xemnas then woke up from his own worst nightmare.
Nope, just kidding.
Luxord proceeded to say, "And you can hold on to the whole shebang if you cut down on these ridiculous charges, and put more money into the hard-working employee's hands! By which I mean, give me the raise you owed me for the last fifty-odd years!"
Xemnas threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, you win," he mumbled, going to fix the finance situation.
Luxord smiled. "It's a good thing he didn't know I was bluffing." Smirking, he went to go play games of chance with unsuspecting passers-by.
MEANWHILE, THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY…
Xaldin sighed and poured the ice-cream out of the ice-cream machine.
The author wants to say that he did his research, and it actually is called an ice-cream machine.
Xaldin put the ice-cream he had made into different vats, and cut the ribbon open on his brand new ice cream shop in Traverse Town.
The author has no idea how he got a building permit.
Immediately, the customers poured into Xaldin's ice-cream shop, lining up quickly and paying him for their very own ice-cream. As Xaldin continued his work, he soon realized that he would need an employee… So he dropped a dark portal in the Castle and whoever was idiotic enough to bounce out of it would be his new employee. Xaldin continued his labor for a half an hour before Demyx came bumbling out. Xaldin smirked.
"Welcome, Demyx, to Non-Being."
Demyx looked down-trodden. "I knew Axel was joking when he said this was the portal to a platinum record."
Xaldin slapped an apron and an ice-cream scoop in his hands. "As an underachiever, I think you have probably worked in an ice-cream parlor before! Get to work," he exclaimed, clapping Demyx on the back.
"Yeah, I've worked in an ice-cream parlor before, but…"
Xaldin shrugged. "Work."
"What the hell is even going on here?" Demyx asked.
Xaldin sighed and lit his exposition bomb. "Because the Organization is in a monetary down-turn, I decided to keep the Organization afloat by opening an ice-cream parlor, because my Other's thesis in college involved the discovery of how ice-cream was made and how it contributed to the scientific method, in addition to it's effects of happiness and well-being in educated persons. As such, I had to learn how to make ice-cream and I found myself to be rather good at it, but because I have manly sideburns and am generally a rather manly character, I decided to keep it my own secret. Also, I suspect you're wondering why I said welcome to Non-Being? Name of the ice-cream parlor."
Demyx nodded. "That makes perfect sense," he agreed, choosing not to mention that Xemnas had recently raised everyone's pay.
"I thought as much," replied Xaldin, returning to his ice-cream manufacturing labor.
Demyx rang up a customer's order on the register, saying, "Okay, that's 500 munny, are you interested in applying to our membership program?"
The customer (hereby named Bob) furrowed his brow. "Membership program."
Demyx nodded, reading off the index card of instructions Xaldin had put on the counter. "Yes, if you happen to buy ten ice-creams of worth of at least 700 munny each, then you will get another ice-cream free of charge at the next time you even enter the shop- for we have ice-cream ninjas, lying… in… wait?"
Demyx shot a glance at his superior. "We have ice-cream ninjas?"
Xaldin nodded. "Doesn't every ice-cream shop?"
Demyx shrugged as Bob agreed to the program. Demyx handed Bob his ice-cream cone, smiling, and said, "Have a nice day!"
Xaldin eyed Demyx. "You're wishing them a nice day?"
"Sure, they'll come back more if we wish them a nice day," Demyx replied.
"We want them to come back?" Xaldin asked, confused.
Demyx snickered, finishing another order as the waves of customers ebbed. "See now Xaldin- we need to make this thing called a profit. To do this, we need to make sure we pay for various expenditures. The prices of things like the ingredients for our ice-cream should be included in the cost of the items itself, but the one major thing is we need to sell at least 300 ice-creams a month in order to pay off our money from this establishment, not to mention gas, electric, advancements in ice-cream technology, royalties, and we probably need to pay maintenance as well."
"Since when did you become able to spit out walls of text?" asked Xaldin, clearly confused.
Demyx leaned on the counter. "Since I joined my band. We're pretty famous now."
As if on cue, a teenager (we'll call her Knives) screamed. "OMIGOD YOU'RE FROM 'A NAME THAT DOESN'T SUCK!'"
Demyx smiled and waved her over. "Hey there! How are you?"
"OMIGOD YOU'RE LIKE MY FAVORITE BAND EVER AND AIYEEEEEE!" she squealed. Xaldin winced from the racket.
"Demyx, she's going to pierce my ear-drums, can you please make her shut up?" he requested over the din.
Demyx snapped his fingers. "How about I play our hit single, 'A Song Title?'"
Xaldin covered his ears. "Whatever works!"
Demyx jumped onto the ice-cream store's counter, switched his sitar's setting to non-lethal and let loose a power chord. Immediately, the entire ice-cream store stared at Demyx as he began to solo for no adequately explored reason. The solo crescendo'd. It arpeggio'd. It had squeedlies. It had meedlies. It had a battle between the squeedlies and the meedlies. Eventually the squeedlies won.
Knives' eyes sparkled. "Wow."
Demyx smiled. "Always nice to meet a fan."
"So why do you work here?"
Xaldin gave Demyx the kill signal when he cast a glance in his direction. Demyx quickly improv-ed, "Um, he's a-a-a buddy! Yes, a buddy! Of mine!" he replied, panicked. Demyx smiled inwardly. Nice save, Demyx, he thought to himself.
Knives smiled. "So, you're like… wow."
Demyx winked at her. "So, do you think anyone will get what universe you're from?"
"Nooooope."
And thus this entire scene was almost entirely pointless. Days passed as the two began to make more than quo- they were in fact making a profit. Apparently having a celebrity in your shop can attract customers! They could afford to improve their shop and churn out twice as much ice-cream as before.
And then came the fateful day- June First, and the second the sun was up the third member of the Organization knew that he would lose at least a fourth of his profits on the fifth month of the sixth year of the zodiac cycle, and that they would lose business faster than the Seventh Heaven bar in one of the eight sectors of Midgar.
The author WAS quite satisfied with his run-on sentence, thank you. He also doesn't care exactly how many sectors there are, he thinks he's right.
Xaldin peered across the street which the ice-cream parlor was located on. "Demyx, is that a chocolate shop?"
Demyx, looking up from cleaning his ice-cream scoop, peered too at the shop across the street. "Mako Chocolates?"
Xaldin swore under his breath. "HELL no!" he bellowed, marching across the street and slamming on the door.
It was opened by Xaldin's very own arch-nemesis. Sephiroth.
"Sephiroth!" sang the skeleton choir from chapter 4. Or was it 3?
Xaldin eyed the skeleton choir from chapter 4 or 3. "I thought you only replied to Shaft?"
"Shaft!" sang the aforementioned skeleton choir. Xaldin rolled his eyes.
Sephiroth cackled. "So, how are you my old friend?"
"Spare me the pleasantries, Sephiroth," snarled Xaldin. "We were never friends."
Sephiroth brushed a strand of hair from his eye. "Well, we were the one day in the hair-care spa."
Xaldin looked down-right murderous. "You know damn well I use less product in my hair than you, you simpering, pathetic, idiotic… prissy-face!" he roared.
Sephiroth was less than impressed. Nay, I would say his emotion was… disappointed. "Well, anyhow, Xaldin, what brings you to my new chocolate shop? Is it business?" he asked, tossing his hair around. "You could be my very first customer. We could even take a commemorative photograph!" said the silver-haired man.
Xaldin's expression switched from murderous to homicidal. "You are going to die, Sephiroth!"
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow. "Oh, I don't think so. I've learned far more techniques than you."
Xaldin smirked. "Earthbending in Bha Sing Se."
"The Force, on the Death Star."
"Please, everyone cool has learned the Force by now," Xaldin dismissed.
Demyx shouted from the shop across the street, "Xaldin, there are customers and I don't know how to make ice-cream!"
"True, I suppose… Hadouken, from the Grand Fighter Tournament."
"Kamehameha, from Planet Nemekia. Or however the hell that's spelt."
"Soul Charge from the alternate version of Earth Soul Calibur is held on."
Xaldin snorted. "Has that ever been used effectively?"
Sephiroth nodded. "When you combine Soul Charge with an EX Mode, the effect is quite astounding."
Xaldin shuddered as visions of exploding swings filled his mind. "Yes, anyways, Final Smash from Final Destination."
"Xaldin, seriously!" Demyx called, "We're running out of ice-cream!"
"Wolf Form from Hyrule."
"Cat Form from Azeroth."
"Bear form from Azeroth!"
"TREE FORM FROM AZEROTH!" cried Xaldin, triumphantly.
Sephiroth was confused. "You took the time to learn to be a tree."
Xaldin nodded.
Sephiroth chortled.
You wouldn't believe how long the author has wanted to use 'chortled.'
Xaldin snickered, eventually evolving into an insane laugh, while he left the shop. Xaldin entered as Demyx sighed in relief.
"Thank God! I was about to run outta ice-cream!"
Xaldin swiftly set the machine to ice-cream creation. "We have problems."
"Eh?"
Xaldin pulled the ice-cream into the freezer and set to making more. "Sephiroth."
"Oh, Sephiroth? I think he likes my band."
Xaldin glared at Demyx. "I will kill you."
Demyx backed away a little- partially because Xaldin was scary but primarily because the ice cream he needed to get to was over there.
Xaldin nodded to himself, continually producing ice-cream. "We need to kill Sephiroth."
"Why?" replied Demyx, smiling and wishing a customer the best day ever.
Xaldin's expression was receding to un-emotional again, but it swiftly reverted to murderous. "His chocolate will RUIN my ice-cream! My ice-cream must remain pure, untouched by the sinister nature of chocolate!"
Demyx chose not to mention that they sold chocolate ice-cream. He looked at a few of the customers that came in with a wary glance towards their bags from Mako Chocolates. He motioned for them to get out, but the ice-cream ninjas held them fast too quickly.
Xaldin grabbed the bags they had. "This, my friends, my members, my most honored colleagues, is the bag of an enemy. Whoever has a bag like this will be kicked out of my shop. Either make me happy or cease to eat my delicious frozen treats!"
He then tore the bags to shreds with slices of air.
The customers were all considerably bewildered.
Xaldin snarled, "Dismissed. Enjoy your frozen treats."
The customers shrugged and went back to whatever they were doing.
Demyx ran a finger over the finances for the ice-cream parlor. "I think we're going to lose business. I don't think we'll have enough money to purchase another ice-cream machine like you wanted, and I also think that this conflict is stupid," Demyx slammed the papers down on the counter, staring at Xaldin.
"Why do you care?" asked Xaldin. "This is not your ice-cream parlor."
"Yes, but this is the first job I've held that's actually meant something to me," Demyx muttered. "You're not a bad guy, Xaldin. Well, you are a bad guy, but you're not a bad person."
"If you're expecting me to reciprocate the feelings, I'm afraid to say I see you only as a worker," Xaldin retorted.
Demyx feels this way only because the author has been reading too many friend-ship fics.
Sephiroth then burst straight through the glass of the ice-cream parlor's door. Xaldin swore loudly. "Demyx, check whether or not insurance covers that!"
Demyx gave a quick salute and set to figuring out whether it was or not. Xaldin eyed Sephiroth, a glint in his eyes. "So, what brings you into my shop?"
"I was just going to put this little book of coupons for my shop on your counter," said Sephiroth nonchalantly. Xaldin had had enough- he summoned his spears to his side.
Sephiroth snorted. "You think you can take me?"
"Yes. But we're going to do this in the middle of the street so you can't cause any more property damage to my shop!" Xaldin bellowed.
Sephiroth chuckled mirthlessly. "And you don't remember what happened that time on Cloud City."
Xaldin's expression went from actually a little calm to crazed homicidal maniac. "Sephiroth, you are going to DIE for bringing that up!" Xaldin cried, bending the fallen stone from his shop to slam Sephiroth into the streets. Sephiroth slammed against the road, narrowly dodging a truck that came out of nowhere. He summoned a huge wall of fire to separate the section of road from the rest, keeping all environmental hazards away.
Xaldin swiftly assembled a kind of skate-board with his spears and used it to speed towards Sephiroth, hopping over his slice and earthbending Sephiroth into a rock cage.
For those of you who don't know the abilities of each fighter, I'll proceed to outline them here.
Xaldin-
1. Earthbending, the ability to move rocks in basically any way you want. Lexeaus was a little annoyed of Xaldin learning this ability.
2. The Force. If you don't know what this is, you can direct yourself to the Pit of Eternal Suffering, which is conveniently located right over there.
3. Kamehameha, a concentrated burst of energy. Used in place of the Force only because it's a lot more powerful, and can cause a nasty burn.
4. Final Smash, an incredibly powerful attack, but it needs a MacGuffin to be used properly.
5. Cat Form, which is exactly what it sounds like on the tin.
6. Tree Form, which… turns… you… into a tree? The author concedes that Xaldin must have been high.
7. Also assume he has whatever moves he would ordinarily have in whatever incarnation.
Sephiroth-
1. The Force, same deal as Xaldin.
2. Hadouken. Basically the exact same thing as a kamehameha.
3. Soul Charge, allows you to make a move marginally more powerful than it would be originally.
4. Wolf Form, which allows him to smell his enemies out, use two moves, and is generally less fun than simply walking around.
5. Bear Form. Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin.
6. EX Mode, which allows a super powered version of you. Is equitable to a Final Smash.
7. He also has an orchestra. This isn't actually an attack, it just serves to make him seem more threatening and/or awesome.
8. Also assume he has whatever moves he would ordinarily have in whatever incarnation.
Right, now that that's out of the way, we can continue with this duel. Sephiroth swiftly turned into a wolf to prevent himself from being trapped in the ever-reducing rock cage. He swiftly dug his way into the ground. Xaldin hopped off of his makeshift board and planted his feet on the ground, quickly attempting to turn the ground into rock. However, Sephiroth burrowed his way from the earth and leapt at Xaldin, scoring a somewhat glancing blow on him.
Xaldin Force Pushed him away and sent three of his six lances to attempt to spear Sephiroth. Sephiroth guarded the lances and turned back into a human, using a soul charge and sending shockwaves at Xaldin. Xaldin Force Pulled a conveniently placed mailbox over to deflect the shockwaves and sent it (it being the mailbox) at Sephiroth. Sephiroth was undeterred, beginning to walk calmly towards Xaldin. Xaldin gritted his teeth, Earthbended a barrier, summoned a wind wall, and then turned into a cat and entered stealth mode.
Oh, you didn't know that cats can turn invisible? Oh, such a sad, poor soul you are…
Sephiroth eventually cleared his way through both barriers, only to see that there was nobody there. He began summoning rains of meteors to unstealth Xaldin, but to no effect- Xaldin pounced on the silver-haired man and pinned him to the ground, once again with Earthbending. As Xaldin reverted to his basic form and leapt into the air to deliver the finishing blow, Sephiroth suddenly glowed blue and Xaldin's attack was blocked. Xaldin staggered backwards. "How is this possible?" he muttered, staring down his opponent who had simply deflected a coup-de-grace.
"EX Mode is go," Sephiroth answered, smirking confidently. For the next fifteen seconds, Sephiroth whipped Xaldin every which way with his sword, eventually drawing him close to impale him on his blade, which began his EX Burst, Supernova. Xaldin could barely pick himself up off the ground. Sephiroth drew his katana and walked towards the fallen Nobody, a serene expression on his face.
"You couldn't fight well enough, just like last time," goaded Sephiroth.
Xaldin tried one last time to stand, but couldn't. "It won't end like this…" he mumbled, in an attempt to sound strong. Sephiroth raised his sword for the coup-de-grace…
To Be Continued…
(Right Now)
Is this prank getting boring?
Demyx barreled out of nowhere, managing to break through a wall of fire, a wall of earth, and a wall of wind with the sheer power of music alone. He jammed a small ditty on his sitar to push Sephiroth away from his wounded comrade.
Xaldin looked up and grinned. "Demyx, you deserve the award of Convenient Timing."
Demyx smiled, tossing Xaldin a Ice-Cream Potion. "Twice now I've pulled a stunt like this! Twice!" he cried triumphantly, creating a group of water clones.
Xaldin ate the Ice-Cream Potion and got up, still only able to stagger around. Demyx warded Sephiroth's relentless attacks with his own relentless blocking. Sephiroth snarled.
"You're this man's savior?" Sephiroth growled.
Demyx nodded cheerily, interrupting one of Sephiroth's attacks by simply hitting him across the face. "Yeah, and what about it?"
"Aren't you supposed to be at a gig?" Sephiroth asked.
Sephiroth was indeed stating the truth- Demyx did have a gig. Terror crossed his face.
"Shoot, sorry Xaldin!" he said, running towards the Traverse Town Ampitheatre.
Xaldin sighed. "And to think, that dunderhead saved my life."
"In vain." Sephiroth replied. "He left you, just like they left you on Cloud City…"
"For the record, that was because they had to in order to disable the Orbital Defense Cannons! It was critical to the mission!" protested Xaldin.
Sephiroth snickered. "They were fetching a bite to eat and they told you that to appease you."
Xaldin opened his mouth to argue but Sephiroth shut him up with pictures of the rest of the Original Six, sans Lexeaus and Vexen eating at a small Italian Café.
Xaldin pounded his fist on the ground, not to Earthbend but to display his anger.
"You really think your comrades care about you?" Sephiroth asked. "Come, join me in the darkness."
"I would never join someone who can manage to make anything sound like the beginning to a bad slash-fic!" shouted Xaldin, slamming his fist on the ground- this time to create a spire under Sephiroth. Sephiroth leapt away in the nick of time. Xaldin knew he was barely hanging on at this point- he was at the point of defeat.
Sephiroth smiled and approached his opponent another time, this time choosing to end it quickly and fatally. Xaldin closed his eyes, and braced for impact.
By brace for impact, I mean he activated Tree Form, then Barkskin subsequently. Sephiroth's sword stuck in the wood, and as he tried to pull it out, Xaldin swiftly put a number of heals over time on himself and then cast Tranquility, fully curing himself. Xaldin then shoved the sword out of himself and reverted to human form.
"I thought I had you there!" Sephiroth bellowed, now somewhat enraged.
Xaldin knew that he could end it now. He activated his Final Smash and proceeded to steam-roll Sephiroth with a train of lances, creating a dragon from them and then having that dragon breathe Kamehameha at Sephiroth.
The author requests that you stop tallying how much I mangled your favorite anime or whatever and suggests you simply roll with it.
Sephiroth lay on the ground, beaten. "Xaldin. You… haven't seen the last of me."
"Sephiroth."
The mentioned party raised his head to look at his rival.
"You need to take your chocolates out of this town. You need to take your chocolates out of this plane. For you, it was about spiting me."
Sephirith looked hurt. "It was never about stealing business from you!"
"I'd laugh, but I hate you too much."
"Okay, it may have been about stealing business. But the thing is, I truly enjoy, with my heart and soul, creating wonderful confections for the general public. Do you remember what that was like?"
Xaldin snorted. "Seeing as I have neither a heart or a soul, I'm unable to. Fortunately for you, that also means I can't reasonably burst into hysterics at your statements either. You finished?"
Sephiroth shrugged. "I guess I am," he muttered, hoisting himself upright and staggering towards the nearby and conveniently located hospital.
Well, it's a planned convenience by Xaldin anyways.
Xaldin swiftly turned into a tree and mended himself of his wounds, returning to his shop. He returned to his job.
It was then that Axel, Roxas, Zexion and Xion walked into Non-Being.
"Heeeeey! It's Xaldin!" Axel called. Xaldin raised his head.
"Hello. Can I interest you in some ice-cream?" he asked.
Xion asked, "Xaldin, why are you working a low-benefit job with no real advancement oppurtunities?"
"Finances," Xaldin grunted, churning out some more ice-cream.
Zexion looked confused. "But Xemnas gave literally everyone a raise. Luxord exposed his excessive personal spending."
Xaldin then uttered profanity so vulgar it made Roxas and Xion cringe.
Then he destroyed the entire shop.
Axel cheered. "Wanton destruction! There's the Xaldin we knew and loved!"
Roxas smiled, until he realized that this meant they were liable to die. "Uh, guys, when Xaldin destroys things, he really destroys things, maybe we shoul-"
Zexion waved his concerns away. "Nah, we're totally safe."
A blast- stone sailed towards the quartet but Zexion stuck out a palm and destroyed the boulder.
"See? Safe."
Roxas stared at Zexion, bewildered. "Since when did you know Earthbending?" asked the young Nobody.
"I visit Bha Sing Se every now and then," he said dismissively.
The group shared an awkward silence as they reveled in the destruction around them.
"…Will the chapter end already?" asked Xion.
Chapter End
"Thank you," said Xion curtly.
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