Chapter 28: Laugh It Out
Kasandra's POV
Gaining consciousness, I wrapped my arms around my pillow, nuzzling it, and pulling it closer. My eyes shot open. This isn't my pillow.
I looked up at a blushing Sora, "Morning, Kassy..."
Blushing, I slowly let go, rolling over, and pulling the covers over my head. Oh my god... Why did I do that?
I heard screaming down the hallway. I ran down to the source in the girls' room, "What? What's wrong?"
"I DON'T HAVE MY IPOD!" Sylvia cried loudly.
Raising an eyebrow, I leaned against the doorway, "You just realized that?"
She glared, "Hey! I was preoccupied with the party! And the fights! And everything else!" She crossed her arms over her chest angrily, "Hmph! Just like you with Sora."
I stuck my tongue out, glancing behind me to see if Sora had followed. Noting he hadn't, I turned back to face Sylvia, speaking lower, "And technically Riku..."
The girls grinned, "Nooooo!"
I giggle, "Yes actually. With the outstretched hand and everything."
Sylvia smirked once more, hopping out of her spot between the two others, grabbing a shirt and a pair of pants on the way to the bathroom. A second later, she emerged changed and hair brushed. There were really no words to say to that. Everyone dressed and headed into the kitchen.
We all watched Goofy and Hazel make a gourmet meal for breakfast. I didn't know if I could survive Olympus Coliseum on that full of stomach.
"Alright. I'm stuffed." Leaning back, Sylvia let out a large belch. She blushed darkly, causing us all to laugh at her.
"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it out." We eventually followed her out of the gummi ship and through the doors of the coliseum.
"Sylvia!" All eyes fell on her. A different outfit than before. She wore a high collar white long sleeved shirt that flipped up to black, connecting to her elbow on the left arm. A dark blue collar wrapped around her neck. A small red heart sat on the shirt below her chest. Then sat a row of yellow diamonds. Then a row of blue spades. A large red heart sat above her pants in the middle of a row of green She wore black bell bottoms with large zippers off center on each pant leg. Two large fuchsia belts wrapped around her waist. A small single fuchsia sat on her lower right thigh. Four small fuchsia belts lined her left thigh with loops that held her staff, which looked slightly shorter. She also wore a white boot on the right foot, and a black boot on the left foot.
It took a few minutes for the shock to wear off. After fussing over it for awhile, we continued on.
On the other side of the courtyard were two large statues, a door in between. The door led to a small room. A half goat man fiddled with a sign in the far left corner of the room.
"Um..." Sora called out.
"Good timing. Give me a hand, will ya? Move that pedestal over there for me. I gotta spruce this place up for the games." He didn't turn around.
The group walked over to a large pedestal on the side of the room. Even with seven of us, it wouldn't move!
"It's way too heavy!" Sora groaned, walking back over to the goat man.
"What? Too heavy? Since when have you been such a little-" He turned around to face us, "Oh. Wrong guy. What're you doing here? This here's the world-famous coliseum- heroes only!" He jumped off the stand to force a nervous Donald backwards, "And I got my hands full preparing for the games. So, run along, pip-squeaks." We all glared, "Look, it's like this. Heroes are coming from all over to fight ferocious monsters right here in the coliseum."
"You got heroes standing right in front of you." Donald grumbled.
"Yup! He's a real hero chosen by the keyblade!" Goofy put his hands on Sora's shoulders.
"Hero? That runt?" The goat man began laughing.
"What's so funny? I've fought a bunch of monsters!" Sora glared.
"Hey, if you can't even move this..." He attempted to move the pedestal, but couldn't, "You can't call yourself... A hero!" He stood up, panting, "Okay, so it takes more than brawn. Well... Well, let's see what you can do."
His eyes bulged, "Whoa!" He moved closer to the girls, smoothing his hair, a 'sexy' smirk on his lips, "And to what do I owe the pleasure, ladies?"
I fluttered my eyelashes flirtingly, "Would you perhaps..." Twisting a lock of my hair, I motioned to the others to follow along, "Let us participate?"
He frowned, "Sorry, sugar cakes. No can do."
Growling, I let my hair go, the others following suit, "Come on! We could totally kick their asses!"
"Such language for such a pretty thing." Scoffing, I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Come on, Phil!" Hazel pouted.
"I'm sorry, sweet cheeks. It's against my policy." He frowned again.
Resisting the urge to smack him, I sighed deeply. I'd regret this, "How about... one dinner? And you let us in."
He smirked, "That could be arranged."
I groaned, "Yeah, yeah. Gonna let us in now?"
"Alright, but you'll have to be a separate team from the boys." We nodded with a grin. That was perfect!
Barrel training was just as difficult as it was in the game. If not even harder.
Pondering, Phil looked at Sora, "You know? You ain't bad, kid."
Grinning, Sora put his hands behind his head, "Looks like we're headed for the games."
"Afraid not." Sora's hands shot to his sides in fists.
"Why not?" He protested.
"Two words," Phil held up two fingers, "You guys ain't heroes."
The girls rolled their eyes, "Four words."
Growling, Phil turned back to Sora, "Wanna become a real hero? Start training."
Sora, Donald, and Goofy walked out of the lobby, depressed. I sighed, "Come on, we'll go... Uh, see if they're okay. Yeah. That's it."
Giggling, the girls followed me out. We met a tall man wearing a dark grey tunic with blue skin and literally flaming blue hair. He stood beside Sora, a hand on his shoulder, "Rather a stubborn old goat, wouldn't you say?"
AN: Almost there! :D Enjoooooooooy~
