A/N:
Sosososososo- I decided to continue with the "Little Mermaid" type thing, and write another "chapter", I guess you could call it, for it—and Vexen will play the role of Ursula. Because I'm evil and strange! :D I changed some of the lyrics to fit the situation.
DISCLAIMER: The Little Mermaid belongs to Disney. Not moi. D:
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Yukia swam happily in the ocean, looking forward to seeing Demyx when Sunday came- whenever that was. But she couldn't help but feel a little…awkward in the situation. He had feet- she had fins. This, being the biggest hurdle in the way of her happiness, was a challenge she didn't know how to face. Wandering some abandoned shipwrecks and rock formations got boring, until she spotted a strange, boney-looking cave.
"That's odd," she mumbled, swimming into the cavern. Lining the ground were these small, writhing creatures, looking up at her as if to frighten her off. Going on, she heard a creaky, old voice emanating from the inner cave.
"Come in, come in, my child. We mustn't lurk in doorways. It's rude! One might question your upbringing." A long blonde haired male came out of a small opening, revealing many tentacles and two eels.
She cautiously swam in more, viewing the tentacle-man better. "Are you supposed to be the 'evil witch'? I thought that 'witches' were female."
He made a face at her, like he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge. "A common misunderstanding, child. My name is Vexen."
"Oh," she said, watching him sit at a vanity to fix his hair.
"Now, then, you're here," he began, turning to her. "-Because you have a thing for this human, this pirate fellow. Not that I blame you. He is quite a catch, isn't he? Well, angelfish, the solution to your problem is simple. The only way to get what you want- is to become a human yourself."
"Can you do that?" she asked excitedly, swimming closer to the elder octopus.
"My dear, sweet child." He got very close to her, grabbing her chin between his bony index and thumb fingers. "That's what I do. It's what I live for. To help unfortunate merfolk, like yourself, poor souls with no one else to turn to…" he swam with his eels, spinning a bit and tracing his hands over the rocks of the cavern.
"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light and made a switch
True? Yes"
Yukia was a bit scared as he came back to corner her against the rocks. Laughing a bit evilly, he turned back to a cauldron-type thing, opening it up.
"And I fortunately know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And here lately, please don't laugh,
I use it on behalf
of the miserable, lonely and depressed
…Pathetic…"
He played with the contents, swirling the mixture in his hands before putting it back. Spinning around to face the eels, he petted them lightly on the head. Yukia cowered a little when he turned back to her.
"Poor unfortunate souls
in pain, in need
This one longing to be thinner
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them? Yes, indeed"
He pointed to the figures in the cauldron, a fat mermaid and a lanky merman, and she watched in fascination as they turned skinny and masculine.
"Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my cauldron
crying "Spells, Vexen, please!"
And I help them? Yes, I do"
He snapped his fingers and they turned to those little writhing seaweed things lignin the cave, and they looked surprised and horrified. He smiled and then made a sad face, holding out his hand.
"Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes, I've had the odd complaint,
but on the whole I've been a saint
to those poor unfortunate souls"
He gripped Yukia's chin again, his hair fooshing in her face. "Now, here's the deal." Pulling Yukia over to the cauldron, he span it around until it turned red. "I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. Got that? Three days! That gives you tomorrow, which is Sunday, then Monday and Tuesday." He put up three lanky fingers to emphasize the time limit. "Now listen, this is important. Before the sun sets on the third day you've got to get that dear old pirate fellow to fall in love with you."
"But what will that do?" she said aloud, looking at the image of Demyx being reflected in the liquid.
"That is, he's got to kiss you." He ignored her question. "Not just any kiss, the kiss of true love. If he does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day you'll remain human permanently."
Smiling, she shouted "Great!" exasperatedly.
"But if he doesn't you'll turn back into a mermaid and... you belong to me." He gripped her wrist and pulled her to his chest, wrapping his tentacles around her fins.
Swimming farther away from him, she said "But, I don't want that!"
"Then convince him he loves you back."
She was silent as he sat down near his mirror again.
"Have we got a deal?"
"Well, then I'll never be able to explore here again…" she said, looking down.
Vexen sneered. "That's right. But you'll have your man. Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? Oh, and there is one more thing." He swam towards her. "We haven't discussed the subject of payment. You can't get something for nothing, you know."
"But I don't have any-" she stammered, but a tentacle covered her mouth.
"I'm not asking much. Just a token really, a trifle. You'll never even miss it." He squirmed over to her, grinning like a mad fish. "What I want from you is... your voice."
"…My voice?" she murmured into his limb, feeling the suction cups stick to her lips.
"You've got it, sweetcakes. No more talking, singing. Zip." He waved his hand unworriedly, as if they were discussing what teas they preferred over others.
She paused as he took the appendage away from her mouth, sucking in the salty sea water. "But without my voice, how can I-"
"You'll have your looks, your pretty face." He grabbed her with his tentacles again, pulling her up to him. "And don't underestimate the importance of body language."
She squirmed in his grip, feeling his slimy limbs crawling over her. Disgusting, she thought.
"The men up there don't like a lot of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred
for ladies not to say a word
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?"
He smirked and pulled her over to the clammy cauldron. Letting her go, he went up to some coral-covered cabinets and began to throw random items inside the now bubbling liquid.
"Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
on a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her tongue, who gets her man"
She was watching a few jellyfish swim by as he violently grabbed them and tossed them into the foul-smelling mixture.
"Come on, you, poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead! Make your choice!
I'm a very busy octopus and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much. Just your voice"
Yukia gripped her throat and pushed hair out of her eyes, the black locks swirling in a small mass of wet curls. He continued to stir the mixture and add a few more helpless fish to it.
"You, poor unfortunate soul
It's sad, but true
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath, and go ahead and sign the scroll"
A golden piece of rather long parchment appeared, along with the skeleton of a small fish, of which she assumed to be a pen. Grabbing it nervously, she looked over a Vexen who had turned to his eels again.
"Even, Braig, now I've got her, boys." He whispered, showing his teeth.
"The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul"
She signed the golden scroll, gasping as it disappeared. "W-wait! I don't know if I can do this…"
"Too late now, sweetcakes." He began to chant a spell of some sort, and the mixture turned green.
"Beluga, Sevruga. Come winds of the Caspian Sea
Larengix, Glaucitus, Et max Laryngitus
La voce to me"
He turned to her as giant hands and arms came out of the cauldron. "Now… sing!"
She began to sing simple notes, watching in fear as the hands came closer to her, one holding her still while the other penetrated her throat. "Keep singing!"In an instant, she felt as if something was missing, and then noted her lack of singing ability. He had taken her voice and locked it up in a shell necklace he had been wearing.
Vexen then began to laugh as the liquid turned golden and enveloped her in a gooey substance, making her tail and fins tingle as searing pin ripped through them. Looking down, she noted that they were being torn apart, and Yukia no longer had scales of fins, but skin and feet. Panicking as she couldn't breath, the eels swam her up to the surface and left her at the shore. She looked around her—she noted he was at a beach, which made her curious.
The pain in her legs had gone away; looking at her new legs, she stared in amazement at her feet. Wiggling her toes, she smiled excitedly and attempted to stand.
This will be harder than I thought it would be, she thought, falling onto the sand roughly. I mean, look at me! I can't even move properly…"
She saw her lack of coverage and began t panic.
What do I do? I have nothing to wear…
A man with blue hair and another with brilliantly red hair walked near, talking about something she didn't understand. Trying to call out to them, she remembered she didn't have a voice to call with. So, she did the first thing that came to mind—she splashed around like a mad person, trying to obtain their attention.
"Do you hear that, Saïx?" the red-head asked, turning in her direction.
He nodded silently, walking closer to the shoreline to where Yukia was splashing around, almost getting a considerable amount of salt water on him.
"You're that mermaid we caught earlier." He simply stated, and she nodded vigorously. "Why are you on the shore?"
Yukia almost stood up [or tried to] again, then remembered she needed clothes. Making a face then waving her arms around in different motions, she tried to explain what she did. She saw their confused looks, so she inched closer to the shoreline, pulling her self on her arms over to where they were. Drawing images in the sand, she doodled one of Vexen, then one of the cauldron, then one of her. Pointing to the one of Vexen, she motioned to the cauldron, making little dots in the sand. Then to her picture, and the cauldron, motioning to her throat and pulling at it.
"So… an octopus stole your voice?" another man said, a shorter one with slate-blue hair.
Smiling and nodding, she then sat so her legs were in view. Getting the surprised stares was a weird feeling, but she waited for one of them to speak.
"You must need clothing if your just staying in the water," The one she remembered as Saïx said, taking off his shirt to give to her.
Looking at it, she was confused about what to do with it.
"Obviously, she's never worn clothes before, Saïx. She wouldn't know what to do with it." The redhead said, taking he shirt.
"Fine then, Axel. You do it, then." Saïx walked away from the scene, dragging the other male with him.
She looked up at him, and scribbled a swirly line in the sand.
"Stand up, so I can wrap this around your waist," Axel said, motioning a standing-up stance.
Trying for the third time that day, she managed to get up and Axel quickly tied the oversized tee-shirt around her hips.
"Let's go," he mumbled, grabbing her hand and helping her walk after the other two men.
This is gonna be a weird thing, I can just feel it…
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A/N:
This was actually quite fun. XD Vexen is sorta like a pedo-creep in this one, isn't he? Well, I'll probably do two more of these in the nearby future. Enjoy~