Kingdom Hearts: Memories of Nobody

Chapter Seven

Dodge Ball

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.

Last time: Xemnas called another meeting to introduce the prisoner. Zexion's responsible for her, and when she saw him, she wasn't giving him a death glare. Xenia's on her period and wants to play a game of dodge ball after explaining to Roxas what riding the happy train is.

RFF: Xenia's Somebody name was Aeni, pronounced A-own-ee. Aeni was kick ass at dodge ball, and only lost two games during all of elementary and middle school.

RFF (Yeah, another one since I forgot to put another one last chapter): Aeni was only 12 when she joined the Organization.

I stood in the training room, thinking extremely hard. I was supposed to split us up into two teams, with seven people on each team. Every time I was about to say something, I took it back because I didn't think my decision sounded right.

The rest of the Organization was wearing basketball shorts, Nikes, and a jersey or tank top. Except for Larxene and me, we wore super short shorts, and a sports bra. That's it. Along with high top converse. But that's it, literally.

I drew a line across the training room, splitting it in two. There were six volleyballs evenly placed along the white line. We're using volleyballs because they hurt more! Anyway, I knew for sure Larxene was going to be on my team. That's why the Savage Nymph is standing right beside me.

"Xemnas, Saїx, over there," I ordered, pointing to the opposite side. Okay, that's a start right? I continued to look through the last ten members. I pointed to Zexion and then right in front of me. My team could use someone who could create illusions at will.

I pointed to Lexaeus. "You're with Team Xemnas," I said. For some reason, I can't bring myself to boss around the Silent Hero. He's just… too nice, even for someone without a heart. I snapped my thoughts back into the splitting of teams.

"Axel, you're with us," Larxene said. Thank you! Axel rolled his eyes and joined Zexion who was leaning on the wall. I pointed to Demyx, and then jerked my thumb over my shoulder. The Melodious Nocturne walked over to Team Xemnas, obviously not to happy with the choice.

My eyes scanned the remaining eight. "Luxord, over here," I commanded. The Gambler of Fate shrugged, and joined my team. I pointed to Vexen, then to Team Xemnas. The Chilly Academic shot me a glare, and then joined our Superior.

"Xaldin, here, Xigbar, there," Larxene said bluntly. That just left Marluxia and Roxas. I pointed to the Graceful Assassin, and then motioned for him to join my team. Roxas sadly walked over to the opposite team. Before he could walk past me, I put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

Giving him a sympathetic look, I released my hand. He gave me a weak smile, and then continued to saunter over to the other team. "Okay, everyone has to be touching the wall on their side, and when I say go; ya'll make a mad dash to grab a volleyball. You're allowed to use your elemental abilities, but no weapons. If someone catches a ball, the thrower is out. If you get hit by a ball, then it touches the ground, you're out. Now, if you're out, and a teammate catches a ball, you can return to the game, but only one at a time," I explained. Everyone nodded.

"Ready?" I asked. Everyone walked over to the concrete wall on their side, and barely let their middle finger touch the cold surface. I readied myself for an all-out sprint. "GO!" I yelled. I dashed to the middle line, and made it to the line first, grabbed a volleyball, then quickly backed up.

Saїx had a ball, since he was in his Berserker state; Xigbar had a ball since he used space manipulation to get to the line, Larxene had a ball, and electricity jumped from the surface, Xaldin had one because he used the wind to throw one to him, and believe it or not, Roxas even got one!

I sent a sound wave pulsing from my palm to force the ball to be hurled at Vexen. Number IV created a miniature blizzard to freeze the ball into a solid ice statue. Roxas threw the volleyball he had in his hands at Axel. And damn, that kid had an arm! Axel tilted his head, and it flew right past him. It hit the wall, and ricocheted off the wall, bounced on the floor, and rolled back to The Flurry of Dancing Flames. He picked up the ball with one hand, and caught it on fire.

He threw it simultaneously with Larxene. Lightning and fire danced together, and the intense flames melted the ice statue of my volleyball. Demyx shot a jet stream of water at the flaming sphere of doom, causing it to stop in its tracks. The lightning powered ball didn't stop though. Before it could strike Demyx, Saїx jumped in front of the Melodious Nocturne, and back slapped the incoming ball with his own.

The Luna Diviner ran to the line, and chucked the ball at Zexion. Since he was in his Berserker state, it was packed with power. The ball flew right through The Cloaked Schemer. It was an illusion. The ball collided with the wall, and bounced back to where the illusion just was.

Saїx growled. Literally, growled. Like a dog. Creepy. Anyway, Xaldin threw the ball at Lexaeus; the wind twirled the ball around in a tornado, but was deflected with a giant chunk of earth rising up from the ground, shielding the Silent Hero.

Xemnas was leaning on the back wall, acting as if he was too cool for this kid's game. Well, this is EXTREME dodge ball. And he's going to PLAY and he's going to LIKE IT.

"Play damn it!" I yelled, picking up a volleyball that was rolling on the floor. I chucked it at Xemnas, and hit him in the crotch. That's what you get when you text during the game! Wait, what the fuck?

Xemnas had a PHONE. Not just any phone, but a DROID. That's so not fair! Roxas picked up the awesome cell phone, read what was on the screen, and asked, "What's Facebook?"

Another shocking thing, Xemnas has a FACEBOOK. Where the hell was I when this happened?

"Time out!" I announced. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I jogged over to Roxas, who was reading all of Xemnas's updates. I held out my hand, and he placed the black phone on my palm. I flipped it over, and read his status. "Forced to play dodge ball with a bitchy ho, not enjoying myself," I read out loud. So far, there were eight comments and three likes.

I looked at Xemnas. "A bitchy ho, huh?" I asked, rage instantly filling my being. If someone calls me a bitch, I'm fine with that, but a ho? Yeah, someone's gonna die.

"It's Facebook… who's going to believe me?" Xemnas moaned, holding his groin.

"You have over two thousand friends, I think more than half are going to believe you," I growled. I "accidentally" dropped the Droid, and my foot "accidentally" crushed it.

"New rule: you are allowed to attack the other team!" I announced loudly, walking back over the line to my side. "GO!" We all charged.

I punched Vexen* in the face, knocking one of his teeth out. Then I Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked him on the jaw. "Ball!" I yelled. Someone tossed me a ball, and I drilled him in the stomach. Leaning over, I told him he was out.

After about five minutes of us killing each other, Axel brought out all of our sports equipment. Baseball bats, tennis rackets, hockey sticks, et cetera… Everyone made a mad dash to get one. Mostly everyone got a baseball bat, and the rest either grabbed a hockey still or a tennis racket.

"CHARGE!" I commanded my team, pointing to our opponents. I let out a battle cry, and ran like a mad woman to attack the nearest unlucky sucker. "HEEEEE-YAH!" I cried, attacking Saïx with my metal bat. He too, had a baseball bat, but it was made out of wood. The two bats collided, and echoed throughout the training room.

Larxene fried Demyx with a lightning bolt, the poor bastard, and struck Xigbar between the shoulder blades with her own baseball bat, which is metal. "Little bitch!" he spat, striking her stomach with his hockey stick.

Axel caught Roxas's tennis racket on fire, which left the poor kid defenseless. "C'mon Roxas!" he taunted, pointing his hockey stick at the Keyblade wielder.

Zexion was standing in a corner, reading his Lexicon. Does he really want to end up like Xemnas?

Back to me and Saïx, we were neck and neck. Both of our baseball bats were dead, or in basic terms, broken. By neck and neck, I mean we were strangling each other. "Bad dog!" I scolded, tightening my already death grip on his neck.

"CEASE IMMEDIATELY!"

Oh hey, Xemnas recovered. He was seething, obviously, and I swear he was close to killing us all on the spot. Larxene and Xigbar stopped mid-swing, Zexion looked up from his book, Luxord slowly sat his Crown Royal bottle down, Lexaeus, Axel, and Roxas looked at our superior, Marluxia stopped petting his new Venus flytrap, Vexen was out for the count, Xaldin called off the tornado he started up, Demyx puffed out a small cloud of smoke, and I stopped myself from saying a rude comment to Saïx.

"You left me with no choice! No dessert for a week!" Xemnas yelled.

"WHAT?" the thirteen of us suffering from our new punishment screamed. I was on the verge of tears. Scratch that, I hugged Saïx and started to curse Xemnas. Zexion closed his Lexicon, turned around, and curled up into fetal position, and the rest of us just looked down.

"This game is officially OVER!" Xemnas, now known as Stuck-Up-Asshole, announced. Stuck-Up-Asshole left the room, while the rest of us mourned over not having anything sugary after dinner.

Wow, I haven't updated in forever. Sorry peeps, school work. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because I enjoyed writing it!

Next time: Snap, Crackle, Pop!

"What in the name of Kingdom Hearts are you doing Xenia?" Demyx asked. It's been two days after our little game of dodge ball, and I need sugar like no tomorrow.

I looked up to the Melodious Nocturne. "Making popcorn!" I exclaimed. And I was doing it the old- fashioned way… by using the MICROWAVE!

"Doesn't Axel usually do this?" he asked. That's why it's called the old-fashioned way… we never use the microwave anymore.

"Mhm, but I think it should be a surprise," I answered. So far, I was on my eleventh bag of popcorn. POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! BEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEP! I opened the microwave, pulled out the flaming hot bag of buttery deliciousness, and poured it into a gigantic bowl with the rest of the popcorn I've already made.

"Xemnas isn't going to be happy…" Demyx muttered.

"Correction: Stuck-Up-Asshole isn't going to be happy. But then again, I don't care!"