Chapter Luxord: Vacation!
"Well?"
"It looks pretty bad, to be honest. But if I put on bandages and antiseptic, then it should heal in a few days." Cholanxis said. Dynilexs was currently lying on her bed with her shirt rolled up to show her ribcage, which had a spot shaped a bit like a shoe that was black and blue and covered in bruises.
"Okay. Thanks." Dynilexs said, forcing a smile through the pain.
"Nah. Don't mention it." Since it was a vacation day, none of the members were wearing their cloaks. They, apparently, were boring to wear. Cholanxis finished binding the wound.
"All right, I think you're patched up." Cholanxis said. Dynilexs pulled her shirt back down.
"Is it okay if I, oh, I don't know, punch someone in the face?" Dynilexs asked.
"Yeah. It's okay to fight and stuff, but try not to get it hurt any worse."
"Can do." Dynilexs said and walked off. Cholanxis sighed, and headed back to his room, the whole time thinking about Dynilexs.
"No." He hissed to himself. "Emotions are not good. You cannot feel emotions, even if I was still human!" But it was still there, buried alongside hope. Love.
Meanwhile, in the library, Ularxa was reading. She was in her casual outfit, a black long-sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and black flip flops. She was sitting at a table, reading. Then, someone climbed on the table. Ularxa rolled her eyes and continued reading. Someone pushed her book down.
"Hey, Ularxa." Timex said.
"Hello, Timex." Ularxa greeted in a monotone.
"So…" Timex said, "Do you love me yet?"
Ularxa sighed and pushed him off the table. He hit the ground with a "Whoa!" and Ularxa continued reading.
Timex sighed, dejected, and went to the Grey Area. The only one there was Xemichal. He was wearing a black jacket with silver stripes that glowed running down the sides over a black t-shirt, light blue jeans, and black combat boots with silver stripes.
"Hey, Xemichal." Timex greeted.
"Ularxa shot you down again." Xemichal said. It wasn't a question.
Timex sighed and sat down next to him. "It's not my fau… Dude, is there any reason why Dynilexs would be glaring daggers at you and looking pissed?"
"Why?" Xemichal looked up to see a very pissed Dynilexs glaring at him. "Oh, shit." Dynilexs marched right up to him, punched him in the face, and kicked him in the crotch. "Ack!"
"Never again, idiot!" Dynilexs hissed and left the Grey Area.
"So, like I was saying, it's not my fault she's so damn gorgeous." A smile spread across Timex's face. "If I could only get her in a bed with me, then I would…"
Meanwhile…
Ularxa looked up from her book. Since Timex had left, Addixem had joined her, and Dynilexs was just walking in.
"Ularxa?" Addixem asked. "What's wrong?"
"I sense a disturbance. Timex is talking about having sex with me." Ularxa answered. The other two looked disgusted. "And he's being very explicit." Then, they shuddered.
"I feel bad for whoever Timex is talking to." Addixem commented.
"I don't." Dynilexs said. "Most likely it's Xemichal."
"Then I take it back." Addixem said.
Then, they heard a scream. "Shut up! Shut up, you dumbass! Shut up!" And they saw Xemichal rush past the library. The girls smirked.
"Getting beaten up by me, and then being told all about sex by Timex. That's pretty nice payback. And I bet he didn't spare a single detail."
"He didn't." Addixem said, and quickly added, "But that's as far as I went."
Ularxa went back to her book, reading again.
Meanwhile, Luxkls was walking down the hall, when she saw someone walk by with a zombie holding a huge steak to the person's entire face. Wait. She stopped and turned around.
"Xilef?" Xilef turned around. "What's with the steak?"
"You really want to see?" Xilef asked, and he snapped his fingers. The zombie lifted the steak off and Luxkls immediately recoiled. His entire face was puffed up and bruised. It sounded like it had hurt to talk, and Luxkls doubted that Xilef could see. Xilef snapped again and the steak was set back on.
"That's kind of… gross." Luxkls said.
"I know." Xilef said. Luxkls then noticed his outfit. It was a black hoodie, skinny black jeans with chains running down them, many spiked bracelets and anklets, and black combat boots.
"How did that happen?" Luxkls asked.
"Nexark hit me in the face multiple times and that's the result." Xilef answered, muffled beneath the steak.
"Oh. Get well soon!" Luxkls said and then high-tailed it out of there. "That was weird." She murmured to herself.
Meanwhile…
"Think fast!" Xion quickly put her Keyblade up to bock the lash of the chain whip. When they had decided to do some training and Xion told Xenri to not hold back… heh… Xenri didn't hold back. Man, she would be a pain to fight in actual combat.
Xion jerked her Keyblade and freed it from Xenri's whip, and then lashed out. "Firaga!" Xenri saw it coming and leapt into the air, the fireball barely skimming below her shoes. Currently, she was wearing a purple t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and combat boots. Xion was wearing a blue tank top and shorts of a slightly lighter hue, and blue boots with white stripes.
Meanwhile, Axel was watching them nearby, leaning against the wall. Both girls were fierce, there wasn't a doubt about that, and neither would go down without a fight. Axel watched both of them with interest in his eyes, the only thing showing current emotion.
He was wearing a red t-shirt that had sleeves that went halfway down his arm and were purposely ripped and torn. Over that he was wearing a sleeveless orange vest, black skinny jeans that had flame designs, and black converse.
Just then, Xion's Keyblade was pointed at Xenri's throat, and Xenri's whip wrapped around Xion's neck loosely.
"A draw?" Xion asked, offering her right hand.
Xion shifted her Keyblade to her left hand and shook hands with Xenri, and both dismissed their weapons at the same time.
"Again?" Xion asked.
Xenri summoned her whip, and Xion summoned her Keyblade. "Let's do this."
Meanwhile…
"Pay up, mate." A drunken Luxord said to an equally drunk Xigbar, Xaldin and Aryx. The former three had gotten drunk willingly, and after enough alcohol consumption, they literally forced alcohol down Aryx's throat until he had joined them in an alcohol-induced haze. Luxord was wearing a black t-shirt with black leather gloves, a metal necklace, jeans, and leather boots.
"Aw. I was about to win, Luxord." Xigbar slurred. He was wearing a camouflage army surplus jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans that had chains running down the legs, and combat boots.
"You." Xaldin hiccupped. "Cheated." He was wearing a dark blue hoodie with the Nobody symbol in black on the back, a light blue t-shirt beneath, jeans, and white sneakers with black laces.
Aryx was the only one that gave up his munny without an argument. He was wearing yellow steam-punk goggles on his head, a big overcoat over a black tank-top, brown cargo pants, and boots. After he paid up, Naminé, Raxsah, and Larxene walked in. Naminé was in her usual white sundress, Raxsah was wearing the outfit she had worn at the Olympus Coliseum, and Larxene was wearing an orange strapless midriff, yellow shorts, and white tennis shoes.
"Hey girlsh." Xaldin said.
"They're drunk." Larxene sighed.
"Hey, ghurlshiesh." Aryx greeted. Instantly, three heads turned at once to see the drunk Aryx, then at Luxord.
"What did you do?" Larxene hissed.
"Whut do you mean?" Luxord hiccupped.
"Ugh," Larxene groaned, "never mind. Nami, Raxsah, take Aryx back to my room and get Marluxia to give you an herb-cure while I beat the alcohol out of these stupid idiots."
So, five minutes later, Xigbar, Xaldin, and Luxord were all barely conscious and really sober.
When Larxene got to her room, Marluxia had just arrived with a small herb in his hand. He was wearing a black t-shirt beneath a light pink vest that looked somewhat similar to a life jacket. He was wearing jeans and black converse too. He quickly shoved the herb down Aryx's throat, and Aryx instantly jolted up.
"No! I want to be SOBER!" He instantly shouted, sitting upright. When he saw the girls (and Marluxia), he started to turn red. "Uh… they…"
"Don't worry about it. They got Roxas once too." Marluxia interrupted. "Shoved the vodka bottle down his throat. Didn't find the poor kid for hours."
"Oh. Well, thanks, anyways." Aryx said and left the room.
Meanwhile, Demyx, Xemria, and Khanx were finishing playing. Through the time they had been here, they had basically started a band… sort of. Demyx played sitar, Xemria played the piano, and Khanx had his tenor sax. Demyx had on a blue t-shirt with a purple dolphin on the back, black skinny jeans, multiple studded belts that were more for looks than purpose, and blue converse.
Xemria was wearing a maroon strapless top, a black short skirt with black shorts underneath, knee-length boots, and Black Fingerless Gloves. Khanx was wearing a ripped coat, fingerless gloves that were fingerless because the fingers rotted off, cargo pants that were ripped in various spots, an olive shirt, red converse, and an orange bandana around his head.
"All right. Let's do it again!" Demyx exclaimed.
In the Grey Area, since both Timex and Xemichal had deserted it, Nexark and Roxas were playing a game of chess. Nexark moved a knight and took out one of Roxas's bishops, in turn getting that knight being taken by a pawn. What a shame. Roxas was in his Twilight Town garb, and Nexark was wearing a black and white striped tank top with a monkey skull and crossbones picture in the middle of the shirt, black denim shorts and brown combat boots.
"You're both pretty good at this." Four eyes turned to see Zexion, who was wearing a simple black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black converse.
"Emo alert." Nexark muttered under her breath and Roxas smirked.
Zexion sat down and started reading his book, that looked very similar to Twilight. Nexark sighed in the indignation of her powers, and continued playing.
Finally, Xemnas, Saïx, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Draxloh were sitting in the Round Room, discussing the old days. They were all wearing their cloaks, except Draxloh, who was wearing a checkered shirt, black tie, black dress pants, black formal shoes, and a gold watch.
Draxloh smiled. "When I was a kid…"
Random Quote: (Picking up a pillow) "I'm going to use the forks!"
"That's a pillow, not a fork."
(AN: And that's their day off. Like it? Hate it? Tell me! And I would like more than two reviews please! Love you guys, see you later!
Love,
Destiny.)
P.S. I'm sorry, but this is going to have sporadic updates for a few months. The reason? Two words: Marching. Band. Sorry again, but I'll get the next chapter ASAP.