"Why can't the Dusks do this?" Demyx whined, scrubbing a toilet.
I sprayed some chemical on the already spotless shower. "Zexion said they don't get along with all the Heartless here." To prove my point, a Shadow materialized on the sink, and I sprayed it with my yellow bottle. "Aren't there some rooms where Heartless don't randomly show up?" I asked as it disappeared back into the darkness.
Demyx shrugged. "Guess not. Man, I'd hate for one to show up here when I'm in the shower."
I winched, trying to get that picture out of my head. "Thanks for the mental image," I said, spraying him.
"Hey, you wouldn't want that to happen either! Oh wait, I forgot you don't bathe." He shook toilet water off his brush at me.
"Demyx!" I yelled in response to the disgusting water flying into my face. "And how many times do I have to tell you that's not true!" I shot him back, getting the foamy white chemical in his hair. It did something to his hair gel, and the two-hour hairdo turned into what looked like a wet mop hanging in his face.
Demyx's hands flew to his head, dropping the toilet brush. "What did you do to my hair?"
"I don't know, but that's what you get for flinging toilet water and mocking me!"
"You sprayed me first!"
I sprayed him again. "Now I sprayed you last, too!"
He picked up the brush and dipped it back in the toilet, then rubbed it across my face.
The war was on.
I sprayed Demyx's face and ducked as he swung the toilet brush at me, diving to grab another spray bottle from the cabinet under the sink. Demyx kept whacking me as I tried to stand up, so I squirted him with the white and blue fluids.
"Ow, that was my eye- argf!" He spat out chemicals that I'd somehow shot directly in his mouth. "Fine, be that way!"
He grinned and summoned his sitar.
Should've seen this coming.
He jumped behind the shower curtain as I sprang up, still spraying all over the place. My constant spraying had left the bathroom covered in light blue soapiness. The towels were stained and wet, and the whole place looked worse than before we started 'cleaning.'
I slipped in some toilet water and fell over, sprawled out on my back with the breath knocked out of me. My two spray bottles skidded away as Demyx started to play his sitar.
Just another in my growing list of terrible ideas. Why'd I start a fight with Demyx in a bathroom, of all places?
The toilet, sink, and shower all erupted with water, and Demyx sent it flying at my face.
"Hope you're still scared of water!"
"I am not-!" My sentence was cut off as water rushed up my nose and down my throat. Seconds later I was trapped in a bubble floating in the air.
Why does everyone try to suffocate me? I tried to swim to the edge of the bubble, but Demyx moved it with me.
"Put me down!" I tried to yell, but I was just wasting my air. Air bubbles flew out of my mouth and drifted lazily to the top of the sphere.
I summoned my mace and formed it into a tube, melding one side to my face and the other outside the bubble so I could breathe. The problem was, the entire room was filling up from the constant flow, and the water below was about to envelop the sphere.
"Demyx! Stop it!" I yelled through the tube. He was swimming around in the rising water like a happy fish, blowing bubbles and leaving the faucets still on.
I facepalmed in slow motion from the water resistance. "Of course!" Concentrating, I melted the metal of the sink faucets and showerhead shut, but the toilet was still gushing water. At least I wouldn't drown as quickly, then.
Suddenly the door opened, and Demyx dropped my bubble with a splash into the rest of the water. My breathing straw washed away.
It took about two seconds for the water to crash out the door, leaving a very annoyed and very, very wet Zexion glaring at us with his arms folded.
"What in the name of Kingdom Hearts are you doing?" He asked.
"…Cleaning?" Demyx replied as I peeled myself off of the wet floor.
To my surprise, the bathroom really was clean. I could almost see sparkles of cleanliness on the walls and faucets, which I melded back to their original shapes before Zexion could notice. That only left the problem of all the water, which Demyx quickly dried up.
"Yeah. Really deep cleaning," I added.
Zexion sighed and shook his head, but he couldn't argue that we hadn't done our job, and done it well at that. He disappeared through a dark corridor.
"Sweet! Zexy doesn't trust us with anything too difficult, so we're off the hook for the rest of the day!" Demyx said. Zexy? "Uh, now what?"
"Well since we finally have a break, I'm going to go take a nap. By the way, you might want to fix your hair."
A/N: I like to just do something like this every once in a while, a chapter that doesn't have near-death situations. The next chapter might take a while to get up since I'm having minor writers block. Please review, and ideas are sometimes accepted! I actually have an idea for chapter 11, it's just not coming out very well on paper. The upstairs members should make an appearance soon.