THAT WAS KICKING
It seems many people are worried that someone died in the last fic. Don't worry; Mansex is not dead.
(I kinda feel stupid because I gave you guys a big hint in the last part of number 25, but nobody caught on. If someone can find it and then review and tell me, I'll give you a COOKIE! Actually, I'll write a character centric fic on a character of your choice. Just cause I'm bored.)
BEGIN!
There was no reason to fear the teachers anymore. It wasn't as if her life was over, and besides, she had graduated. Sure, she hadn't gotten her diploma, but that was only a week away; it would come in the mail.
So, there wasn't really anything standing in her way, not that there ever was. She had been willing to leave that hell hole at the first chance, but of course, she had to leave in style. So here she was, not even asking for permission to leave the room, simply striding up to her locker, unlocking it, packing up, and striding down the hallway.
Mrs. Sanchez knew from the start there was not only no way to stop her, but no need. What did it matter? The students in her class were using class time to talk and play, pretty much. Diplomas were coming in two weeks; what did it matter? So, with a content sigh, Mrs. Sanchez returned to her classroom.
But Ms. Ziller, an upstanding teacher of the year (two years and running), insisted on standing in the blonde girl's way, but the blonde didn't even notice, really.
"Where are you going Ms. Katsuya?" Ms. Ziller implored brittle hands on her waist. Truly, it didn't help her look intimidating; she simply looked like a slight breeze would knock her over.
"Well, I plan on going to the arcade, then to work (probably each lunch at some café on the way) and after that I will sleep, until I begin the process over. I hope that comforts you, Ms. Ziller?" The girl mocked, smiling oh so brightly as she emptied her locker.
The teacher scoffed, offended. "You think you can just waltz right out of school?"
"I'm not waltzing." She defended, locker empty. Without even closing the locker, she placed the lock in Ms. Ziller's shirt pocket and patted it, smiling ever so brightly.
"Really?" The teacher asked sarcastically. Walking past her, the Katsuya girl grinned.
"Really. Why, I'm skipping away. I am skipping, and tangoing, and…" The girl practically danced her way down the hall, mockingly, never letting her eyes leave the teacher. And when she reached the end of the hall, she turned to the side, waved as if she were royalty, and then disappeared down the left hallway.
The old teacher sighed, mind too exhausted.
"I'm too old for this." She muttered, turning back to her class.
The blonde skipped and tangoed out of the school building and into the midday sun.
Suddenly, he lurched over – the man Leon had no name for. Sora called him Cloak, but Leon couldn't call him anything. But, of course, Sora hadn't seen Cloak's face like Leon had.
So there he was, this anonymous being known as "Cloak", bending over, screaming, writhing in pain. Leon jumped up immediately, tripping over his chair, which he knocked to the side.
"What's happening? What's wrong?" Cloak, his face a mixture of pain and anger, leapt up, limping towards the door as he clutched his stomach.
"That fool! Now he's done it!"
Rushing out of the room, the cloaked man ran off towards the bailey.
The Katsuya girl was pretty happy at the moment, content with her beautiful walk out on school. Of course, now she had to wait around for her boss. Being the only babysitter in the Kaiba mansion was a weeklong job.
The Kaiba's were the richest family in all of Domino, as the family owned the world renowned Kaiba Corporation; a gaming industry that created video game technology. The eldest of the two Kaiba brothers, Kaiba Seto, was also renowned as one of the world's best "duelists" (a game they all played, Duel Monsters, and he was a champ), and as one of the world's biggest jerks. He was cold and calculating.
The opposite is of his younger brother, Kaiba Mokuba; the child was kind and intelligent, though just as proud as his brother. The two were glued at the hip, both holding great affection for the other. Kaiba Seto would trust only one person with the job of babysitting his brother when he left school for work.
And that was Marasu Katsuya. Which was fine by her, but it meant her great evil plan of walking away from school was kinda dumb, since she had to wait around for her boss.
So, with a sigh, Marasu collapsed onto one of the sidewalk benches, waiting for 2:35 to roll around.
Suddenly, her phone began ringing. Sitting up, Marasu dug into her pocket and picked it out, flipping it open.
"Yello?" She implored. The person on the other side laughed, and Marasu immediately knew who it was. "Hey, Mokuba-chan."
"Hey. Aren't you in school?" He asked.
"Yeah. So why'd you call me?" She wasn't going to encourage the little boy to abandon grade school.
"I was gonna leave a message." Mokuba replied.
"Alright, then, leave a message at the tone; beep." She joked as Mokuba cracked up again.
"Ok, here's my message. 'Hey, Marasu-kun, I know you're in class, cause if you're not, Seto will kill you'", Marasu groaned. "'But anyway, I met two friends in the arcade and I'm gonna bring em over. Hope you and Seto don't mind! Tell him for me, just so he doesn't totally freak out.'"
"Message Received." She replied with a robotic voice.
"Sayonara, Marasu-kun!" Marasu nodded, grinning at the adorable little kid.
"Sayonara, little buddy."
Mokuba hung up his phone and looked up at his new friends.
"She says she'll tell my brother. So let's go!" Mokuba cheered, still not removing his hood. (And a reviewer yesterday told me his hair is black, not blue. Well I say its blackish blue. Or maybe just black.)
"Alright!" Demyx cheered. Then he stopped. "So, where are we going?" Mokuba cracked up.
"You have a really smart friend here." Mokuba joked to Xigbar.
"Yeah, I think I might just enter him in one of those talking animal shows." Xigbar commented, earning a glare from the Melodious Nocturne.
So the three walked from the store, out into the sunlight, and into a limosuene. Demyx went nuts when he saw it.
"Does everybody in this world get these?" He asked. Mokuba shook his head.
"Only people, who have enough money, like my brother. And what do you mean this world?" From where Mokuba couldn't see, Xigbar began sending threatening and profane motions towards Demyx. He got the hint.
"I mean its outta this world!" He joked. Mokuba cocked his brow, but didn't say anything else.
And so they drove away.
"Let's go this way!" Ariel cried, dragging Vexen along for the ride. Ariel was really hungry at the moment (as she always was) but right now she wanted to eat at a café. Vexen agreed, if only to satiate her monstrous appetite.
So they went inside the café, sitting by the window as they waited for a waitress to come up.
They talked about each other, Vexen more listening as he edged Ariel into talking as usual, but they enjoyed the company nonetheless. When the waitress walked up, she wasn't eager to break the two's conversation. But she did.
"Well, what can I get you lovebirds?" Vexen looked up.
The woman had blonde hair past her shoulders, and a smug smile. She winked at him, in a sort of "Go get her!" motion. Then she looked to Ariel.
"What would you two like?" Ariel looked down the list.
"Whatever's biggest with meat! And no onion, please."
"Two waters with that." Vexen added.
"Alright. The name's Mai, by the way, if you need to call for me." And with that she was gone.
It was later, after they were done eating that Mai was really needed. It began when Ariel clutched her stomach, looking putrid, and tried to run off to the bathroom.
It was closing time, but when Ariel started puking madly, Mai got her a bucket, sat her down behind the counter, and stayed behind to help the two.
"How far from home are you?" Mai asked Vexen over a "plheeh!"
"Too far." Vexen sighed, anxious and worried. Mai smiled.
"Alright then, when she quiets down, you all are coming with me." Mai demanded.
Mai lived in a small apartment only a short distance from the café. Sitting Ariel down in the bathroom, Mai left Vexen to wait and wonder. But Mai returned shortly after looking very smug and just walked into the kitchen not saying anything.
"What's wrong? Will she be…?" Mai began laughing, seemingly thinking he was joking.
"She'll be fine. But you're in for one hell of a nine months!" Vexen blinked.
It took a second to sink in. He was a scientist – he knew what 'nine months' meant. But when it was being applied to him, it took a while to works its way into his brain.
"WHAT?"
(HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAA!)
Dude! That's hilarious!
Axel, be nice. He's in for some rough times, that guy.
And I can't wait to watch! grabs popcorn
"Where is everybody?" Yuffie asked. They were all in the kitchen of the Gummi ship – except Vexen, Ariel, Xigbar, and Demyx.
"They can take care of themselves – and Demyx is being taken care of." Cloud quickly added when Yuffie shot a "what are you talking about!" glare at him. She sighed and brushed her hair back.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine." Marluxia stated biting into an apple. "But I need some food."
Suddenly, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" Roxas called. He ran across the room and under Luxord's table ("I found these awesome new cards!" He had stated, trying to get someone interested in playing him.) Picking it up, he didn't even have time to speak into it when he put it against his ear.
"What? Wait – slow down. Who?" Everyone in the room quieted down. Roxas' face was pale. "No – no way. What happened? Who found him? Cloak? That guy Sora found? Wait a second – no. Please -!"
The person hung up. Roxas looked to the phone in his hands, shocked.
"What's wrong?" Saix asked confused. Roxas looked up with sad eyes.
Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that will make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
"It's Xemnas." He spoke. "He's dying."
And it's hard at the end of the day
"No." Luxord whispered. The whole
room was silent, except for the crash of someone in the other room
dropping glass. I need some distraction
Oh, beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
I may be empty
And weightless, and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
Demyx and Xigbar had arrived inside the mighty Kaiba mansion, Demyx in shock and wonderment, when his phone rang.
"Hello?" He chimed. Only a moment
later, his smile fell. In the arms of the angel
Far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
Vexen was now asleep, but Ariel had come out of the bathroom and was talking to Mai. Vexen's cell rang, and when he didn't wake up, Ariel removed it.
"Good evening." She smiled. But the light in her eyes didn't last for long.
And the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
"What is it?" Mai asked when she hung up the phone.
"Vexen's friend – almost like his brother, he – he's dying." Ariel choked.
And Vexen slept on.
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
Xigbar and Mokuba had walked on while Demyx talked on the phone, and Demyx rushed to catch up, crying out.
"Xigbar!" He shouted. "Xigbar!" The older man laughed.
"Come on, kid, catch –" Then Xigbar saw the look on his face. Mokuba was also confused – wasn't this guy Braig?
"He's – he's –" Demyx cried tears
streaming his cheeks. So tired of the straight life
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
"Who's what?" Xigbar implored desperately, on one knee to look Demyx in the face, a hand on either shoulder.
Storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
"He's dying." Mokuba looked pale. Xigbar was even paler, his usually mischievous grin gone.
"Who?" His voice was barely audible. Demyx didn't hear it, but he said who anyway.
"Xemnas."
It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh, this glorious sadness
"That man Cloak brought him here." Leon muttered to the nurse. The only sound was the heart monitor, a faint, chiming sound.
"And he's in worse condition as well. How did he get that way?" The nurse asked with speculating eyes.
"Just don't remove his hood." Leon begged, collapsing into a chair behind him, stressed and worn.
That brings me to my knees In the arms of the angels
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you feel
You were pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
"They don't know if he's gonna live or not – if he doesn't wake up by tomorrow night, he may never wake up at all." Demyx fell to his knees, the tears coming freely.
"No." Xigbar muttered, on his knees. His head in his hands, he cried. "No, please!"
Mokuba, saddened and torn, walked past them to where his brother, Seto, and babysitter Marasu were walking up, both confused.
"They just found out their friend is dying." Mokuba muttered. Xigbar looked up, tears falling from his eye and beneath his eye patch.
"Not friend." He looked to Demyx, and the two's eyes were alight with the same thoughts.
"Father." Demyx muttered. You're
in the arms of the angel
"Our Father."
May you find some comfort here