BEFORE I START THE ACTUAL COMMENTS I HAVE A QUICK ERROR I NEED TO FIX:
In chapters 14 and 15, I said that it has nothing to do with the plotline...when it does. I just thought I should post this ten chapters later to ease the confusion dogging you for weeks. XD
Two letters for this chapter.
XD
I mean, I love it, and it's sweet and all, but…Oh, dear goodness, I have NO respect for that man…XD I'd follow him as a leader…
If he wore the right outfits…XD
GAK! IT'S WRITTEN HORRIBLY! -claws eyes out-
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts; this was purely fan-made and in no way should profit out of this.
However, I DO own Chance/Cenchax, and he cannot be used without my permission!
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CHAPTER XXV: Superior
The smoke-haired, black-clad man walked down the hallways slowly, taking his time. It was nine in the morning. He had until tonight off, to spent time with one of the younger members, in order to assess him on his behavior.
He lifted his hand and gently brushed some of his disorderly hair out of his eyes. It didn't normal drooped down; it naturally stuck up. But, occasionally, even it lost its luster and its position, and needed to be pushed away. He didn't stop walking, though. He walked around the final corner as he corrected his hair's position. He walked over to Cenchax's door, which door, which was bright lavender with Skittles, painted all over it, courtesy of something he had read online. For some reason, just the mention of Skittles made Zexion stiffen a little. He knocked on the door with one of his gloved hands. The sound was muffled by the sleek leather, but it still made a sound able to be heard from beyond the door.
"Who is it?" a teenage voice called. It sounded normal and calm, unlike the strained voice he had had a few days before. Xemnas hoped this was a good sign…
"It's Xemnas. Am I permitted to come in?" the dark-skinned man asked.
"Erm…You…kinda came at a bad time…" the voice called unsurely.
"Messy room?"
"You could say that…"
Xemnas had just begun to wonder, before he began talking to Cenchax, why the air tasted strangely salty. Now, he realized why.
"It's not all over the place," the voice hastily added. "The carpet's just really wet…Hold on…give me a moment…"
There was some movement in the room, as though someone was stomping around, looking for something on the ground. Xemnas suddenly felt unsure about this agreement. Cenchax wasn't purposely dangerous, but he DID attract a lot of unwanted attention…And his suicidal behavior had to be taken into account, too. It was a little awkward to be with someone, no matter how nice they were, who could die any day now…
Finally, the door handle, silver, twisted. The door swung open inwards. Cenchax stood behind his door, eyes open with questions.
"Yes, Superior? What do you want?" Cenchax asked.
Xemnas looked over the younger Nobody, looking into the room for any changes. The carpet seemed slightly damp in places, but other than that…
Cenchax traced Xemnas's gaze and snorted in amusement. "I just wanted to find all the places that were wet, just in case you wanted to come in."
Xemnas looked down at the Fearless Psychic. He was so bizarre, and unpredictable. One moment, he seemed to want to leave forever and never come back. The next, he'd be perfectly fine, and LAUGHING at his own life, as though it was the funniest story ever.
"Yes, well, due to past events…The rest of the Organization have decided that we should get to know you better, and perhaps even help with what you're going through…"
Xemnas could see it in Cenchax's eyes. He knew that he could see the deeper meaning behind the words. It wouldn't take a psychic like him to tell that the Organization didn't want him to leave again.
"So…where's everyone else?" Cenchax asked, leaning side to side to look behind his Superior.
"No, it's just me. We'll spend the day together, then Xigbar will spend a day with you, then Xaldin, and so on."
"Oh…I have a great idea!" Cenchax exclaimed, eyes widening. He beckoned for Xemnas to come into his room. "Just follow my steps to the bed. It has nothing on it."
Xemnas followed Cenchax's exact footsteps, trying not to tread on any damp-looking carpet. He perched on the bed regally, looking around at the younger Nobody's room. It was that of a typical teenager; the only difference between Cenchax and a normal goth would be the lavender walls and the bright-colored cabinet, plus the magenta furniture.
Said boy was in his closet, rummaging around. "I got these forever ago, but they didn't match my skin tone, and I don't need to use them…I think that they'd work on you…and, if you want to wear it, you'll need them…"
"Need what?" Xemnas asked. He felt strange in the boy's room. Their ages were so far apart, and they had few, if any, common interests. He could already tell that they didn't like the same bands, and, other than the black and red, their color favorites were completely different.
So, what did Cenchax have in mind?
Finally, with a gasp of triumph, he found what he was looking for. "Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close your eyes! You might just like this!"
Xemnas's brilliant orange eyes met darkness as his eyelids descended. He felt something silky and plumy land into his hands. He didn't feel the material, for he willed it to be a surprise.
"Open your eyes now!"
Xemnas looked down at what was in his hands. He jumped up to take a better look at it, holding it in his hands.
It was a strapless dress, with peacock plumes on the back, pluming out above his head. The dress reached down to the middle of his thighs, and ended in small little fringe-like strings. Xemnas's eyes widened.
"Xigbar gave it to me for a joke, and I never was able to wear it. Too big."
"Wow! Thank-you so much!" Xemnas no longer felt like he needed to mask his tone. He let his unnatural, masculine tone drop and have his feminine, true voice rise out of him. He looked at the dress. "But…there's just one problem…"
"That would be…?" Cenchax asked, as though he had anticipated that there would be a problem.
"You see…" Xemnas began. He held up the front part, indicating the large, gapping area. "I wouldn't be able to fill that…"
Cenchax smiled like the devil, his eyes narrowing with mischief. "Xigbar also got me THESE for the same joke…"
Cenchax help up the box he had hidden behind him, so well that Xemnas hadn't noticed it until now. One of Xemnas's hands flew up to his face, to keep from giggling hysterically.
In Cenchax's hands was a box with three cardboard sides and a plastic side. Clearly visible was a set of fake boobs.
"He seriously thought…" Xemnas began, cut off by his own laughter.
"Wanna try them on, and go out on a, 'Tom-Boy's Day Out'?"
"A what?"
"Sometimes, when I go out and I don't want to be recognized, I used to dress in drag, put on some make-up, and go out. It's not a 'Girl's Day Out', but we can't call it a, 'Guy's Day Out'. So, well…"
Xemnas laughed. "I've never gone on one before…"
Cenchax gasped. Then, placing his hand on his hip, and flicking his hand in the air, he exclaimed, "Girlfriend, you have not LIVED until you have had one of these!"
Xemnas laughed. Suddenly, he felt like he belonged. He was fully aware of the fact that he was acting like an idiot. He knew that Xemnas the Superior would never do this with other people around. He knew that, if the others saw him, they'd never let him forget. Except for Cenchax. Cenchax knew exactly what the other person would want to do, and he did it. It didn't matter how stupid it was. When Cenchax helped you do it, it didn't seem to matter how dumb it was.
So long as it was fun, nothing else seemed to matter.
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By ten, our new drag queens were unrecognizable.
Xemnas wore the dress, and his chest had 'expanded'. His skin tone matched with the tone of the add-ons so the dress fit him perfectly. The dress made him look great. To add to it, he placed his hair in a bun, smoothing down his normally-spiked bangs, and placed a few peacock feathers into the bun. He wore blue high heels, and some navy tights. Along with some guy-liner, black eye-shadow (to illuminate his orange eyes), and deep red lipstick, he looked pretty, and just like a girl.
Cenchax was young enough to still pull off the flat-chest teenage girl look. He wore an extremely short pink skirt, just long enough to conceal the fact that he did indeed have a dick. He wore golden high-heels, and black socks. He wore a tang-top, black belly shirt, and magenta armbands. His hair was straightened, and his lips splashed with some pink lip-gloss. The bleeding cut around his neck was covered by a hot-pink ribbon, but the tattoos on his back and leg, plus his scar and heart tattoo, weren't hidden in the least.
"How do I look?" Xemnas asked.
"Lovely, darling!"
Xemnas laughed. When was the last time he had had this much fun?
Well, other than those times with Saix…
But let's save that for another, M-rated story.
"Well, come on, girlfriend, let's go get LAID!" Cenchax exclaimed. He opened a portal and walked through, followed by Xemnas.
"And remember, we are now Cecilia and Zoey, got it?"
'Zoey' nodded. When they reappeared, they were in a dark alley, near a bustling street. The only one alarmed by their arrival was a lone rat, who scampered off before the 'girls' could say a thing.
"Let's go!" Cecilia exclaimed, grabbing her older friend by the hand. Zoey had no choice but to follow her new friend.
Cecilia lead Zoey around a large town called Westford, not large like New York City, but large enough for them to not have to cross the same street twice to get to the same location. Zoey, at first, felt awkward. Cecilia may be in a skirt, but how many women actually wore fancy dresses on the streets?
A half hour showed more women in dresses than Zoey thought were possible.
"What's this, a dress festival?" Zoey asked.
"No. It's the annual DQF, Drag Queen Festival."
"No way!"
"Yeah, way!"
"And you go every year?"
"No way! This is my second time. I checked it out last year, just for a joke, but it's more fun than it sounds!"
Zoey looked around, suddenly taking in the smaller stands set up all over the place. There were dress shops, book shops, trinket shops, a small bar, and so on. And everyone there was dressed in drag. Some people looked just like women; others looked like a man in a miniskirt who needed to shave.
"Haaaaay!" some stranger exclaimed, trotting over in a gay manner. She was wearing a long kimono that was silver with golden-yellow coy fish with black and orange scales swimming around it. Her hair was in a traditionally-styled Japanese bun, and she wore white socks and sandals. If it weren't for the slightly-more-masculine features on her face, she could've been mistaken for a girl. And, even with those features, she still could.
"Hi, there! What's your name?" Cecilia asked.
"Oh, honey, you can call me Morgan. And may I ask what your lovely names are?"
"I'm Cecilia, and this is Zoey." Zoey shyly waved her hand; she usually didn't talk to strangers, and this experience was completely alien to her…
"Have you ever been here before?"
"Well, I have, but I didn't dress up. I just went to look around for a little bit. But Zoey here's never been here before!"
"Oh, my heavens, that's a crime! I know exactly the thing for her! The RUNWAY!"
Cecilia let out a girly squeak. "Ohmygosh, but I thought only people who registered could enter!"
"No, that was last year's Runway. THIS year, whoever's recommended can go on, and, honey, with your beautiful body and dress, you can win the gold with two hands behind your back!" Morgan explained.
"R-really?" Zoey hesitantly asked.
"Sugar, I've seen a lot of dark drags here, and I gotta say, you easily make them look like SLUTS. And as for the white chicks…PU-LESE! You'll wup their sorry lil' asses onstage. You are the ONLY winner in this thing!"
"I just have one question…" Zoey asked.
"And that would be…"
"Where do I sign up?"
Morgan and Cecilia squealed in glee. "Oh, honey, yes! Come on! Let's go get you on that catwalk!" Morgan exclaimed. "Just follow me!"
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Other than the day he had met Saix, Xemnas couldn't remember the last time he had had so much fun.
When the two drag queens got back to Cenchax's room, they were laughing and smiling like old friends. Xemnas mentally noted that this was completely different from his normal behavior. There was nothing commanding about dressing up like a girl! And putting on make-up…That just makes it even worse!
But, he didn't really care.
After all, he was Westford's Drag Queen of the Year.
"I can't believe I won!"
"Well, believe it, girl, cuz the trophies in your hands, and the prize in mine!"
"Thank you so much, Cenchax! I haven't had this much fun since…"
As Xemnas struggled to find the words to describe the last time he had had this much fun, Cenchax got a better look at the trophy. It was plain gold with an ivory name-plate, and on the front, engraved on it, was the word, 'Zoey'. He also wore a sash that said, 'Westford's Drag Queen of the Year', and had a silver crown perched proudly on his head.
In the basket in Cenchax's hands, there was a new, magenta dress, several gift cards, a new set of make-up, and a brand new copy of the just-off-the-shelf book, 'Drag Queens Are People, Too'.
Xemnas was still trying to think of what to say. In the end, he muttered, "Well, I can't say anything appropriate right now…"
Cenchax laughed. "But it's been just as good of a time as that," Xemnas smiled, almost purring with happiness. His eyes glowed with warmth, shining down on the younger Nobody.
"Anytime! But, you might want to change back into your Organization coat…And hide these in a good spot…" Cenchax muttered, indicating the dress, the trophy, and the rack.
"Oh…Right! Do you…mind if I change in here again?"
"Why…?"
"Well…" Xemnas muttered, looking away. "I have no idea where the other members are, and I don't know it anyone's in my room…"
"Say no more. Westford's Drag Queen of the Year has full access to this closet!" Cenchax exclaimed with a bow.
Xemnas laughed. Once again, he ignored the fact that he was acting like an idiot with no other intention in life but to dress in drag. It wasn't his number one goal; no. Today, he was just taking a break from his number one goal.
But, hey, if he's on break, he might as well have some fun!
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…-snickers-
Okay, okay, I DO give him the ability to lead…But, I, being honest-to-goodness, think that, underneath his masculinity, there's a woman, crying to be let out…!
That's why I can easily picture him as an UKE!
Yeah…Cenchax ISN'T a frequent cross-dresser…and, recently, he's been noting that he does NOT like being forced in a dress…
But, hey, even he puts on a skirt every once in a while. XD I love that boy more than I should…
And that's why I hate the last…few…chapters…-angst- I KNOW they aren't THAT depressing…But, I have a very close connection to Cenchax…So…Yeah…They hurt…-angst-
-shakes self- I'M OKAY!
Alright, I hope you liked this chapter! Please don't kill me…I don't wanna die…
I love it, despite the horrible writing...-claws eyes out again-
~Cat's Eye