Well, I had to take some time off writing. I just had an enormous amount of writers block, so now I'm back. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, etc.
Team Looks-the-Same-as-She-Did-Before-She-was-Gender-Bent and Luxord…
They approached the counter, Luxord staring at the many pastries and other sugary treats, Marluxia keeping eyes steadied at the large, Italian looking man with small beard stubble poking out of his cheeks.
"So what can I do for ya? Did you come to ruin that nice figure o' yours?" A shudder went down Marluxias spine. Both for the fact that Marluxia is technically a dude, and that the cloak wasn't really showing off any figure.
"No. Look here," she glanced at the mans name tag. "Miss Fabrizio," Another, stronger shutter traveled down Marluxias spine. "We came to pick up a cake for Xemnas of Organization XIII."
The very manly WOMAN scratched under her chin, struggling to remember the name. After a few seconds, a light-bulb lit up.
"Oh yeah! I remember that order! A young woman came in wanting this puppy." She walked a few feet into the bakery, then trudged back with an almost comically large white box. Luxords eyes went wide.
"That's probably ours." Marluxia sighed.
The "woman" standing behind the counter held out a hand. "We were told that you'd be paying upon pick up. That'll be 92 dollars."
The older Organization member gave a look of dumb-foundment, then laid a hand on Luxords shoulder.
"Now, Luxord!" The blonde boy grinned evilly, then snapped his fingers. The small draft in the room halted suddenly, as did all movement of Miss Fabrizio and the staff working the confectionary. Marluxia took hold of the cake, and the two slipped out of the store.
Soon after, the draft became apparent once more, and the staff continued their work. Meanwhile, behind the counter, Miss Fabrisio began swearing in a very brutal, Italianly male way.
Team Sitar and Puppy…
The Blue haired girl and blonde boy were waiting in line, hoping to get to a checkout counter. The only thing stopping them was a pair of old ladies, who refused to pay with anything other than exact change.
They each had dug up miniscule snap open purses, and were now both trying to find what was probably inch thick glasses to identify what coin like object they were picking up.
Demyx playfully clawed at his face. "Oh, god! Please, drop dead! How is it you're able to stay alive this long, you fossils?!" Others behind the nobodies nodded and murmured their agreements.
The shorter of the women picked up one of their cans and chunked it at Demyx. Direct hit. "Oh shut up, you stupid little young'n!"
"Mother of God, please grant these tired, old, past-their-experation-date souls entrance into Kingdom Hearts!" Another can flew into his head.
Team Pyro-maniac, Ceiling-Cat and Pirate…
A teenage boy laid a small coffee cup and a bottle of milk on the counter. "Alex! Latte with no milk, side of cupcake?"
Axel walked up to the cashier and gave him a glare. "Absolutely nothing you said was correct in any way." He swiped the items and the team walked out of the coffee shop.
Xigbar threw out his hand, and as he flicked his wrist, a Corridor of Darkness opened. The scared man picked up Lexeaus and tossed him into the doorway. He chuckled and stepped through.
Similarly, throughout several more worlds, the other teams also summoned the Corridors and walked through.
At the Cast that Never Was' Courtyard…
One by one, members of the Organization appeared, each carrying some sort of package.
Xemnas then called everyone together.
"Good work everyone," she said, clapping her hands together and looking at the collected items. "This looks like everything. Larxene, if you would?"
Number 12 walked into the room, carrying several cans of gasoline. All around him, the faces of his team mates morphed into confused stares. He poured the gasoline, evenly covering everything the rest of the Organization had brought.
Xemnas lit a match, then, after watching the small splinter of wood burn for a second, threw it onto the soaked groceries.
They lit up spectacularly. Xemnas then got on her knees and began rapidly bowing. "Oh great author, I summon you! I sacrifice these gifts for your happiness. In exchange, please remove Hershal and Sora from my life!"
I typed at my keyboard, and it was so. The flaming pile of expensive gifts faded into nothing, as did Hershal and Sora.
Xemnas picked herself up and began running around happily in circles. "Yes! I finally got rid of them! Now we can finally focus on getting back to our old selves!"
The other Organization members looked around at each other and in unison, asked the obvious question. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Xemnas stopped running and looked at the group. "Oh yeah… I figured that if Author could bring one fool to us, he could take two away."
Saix walked up to the Superior and gently grabbed her collar bone on either side of her. Her grip tightened, then her hands travels upward, towards the neck, eventually letting Number 7 choke the Superior.
"You could have asked him to change us back, Xemnas!"
Number 1's brows perked up, as if saying 'oh yeah" then fell back as she lost consciousness. Most of the boys turned girls and cats backed farther off, murmuring about a second Larxene. Xemnas just laid there, a small grin still pasted on her face from not seeing the hatted boy or the Key Bearer.
For anyone that's still reading this, thanks for the support and patience. I know it's been a while, and I appreciate every reader that somehow makes his or her way to my stories.
That being said, I need some help with this next chapter. My imagination's been a little out of it lately, so I want you, in the Reviews, to help me make a new arc for the story. And until Chapter 16 is out, I want you to send in an OC. My only rule for the OC is that it has to have some sort of character to it. I want it to already have some sort of personality, so I can bend some humor into it. Oh, and not all OCs will be put into the story, so make sure it's noticeable.
So, again, thanks for reading. Until the next Chapter, keep reading, reviewing, and just keep being Radical.
RFPR