A. N. : I'm in a deep funk, whatever that means, and humor is leaving me. I'm sorry. I'll try harder next time. At least Riku's in this one. :)

Flight of the muses:

The Woe of Pigeons

(^--- Don't ask. *_* ß-This is me at this moment. That explains a lot, don't it?)

          Sake growled. Things were definitely going wrong.

          "Can't this thing move any faster?" He yowled, kicking the metal cockroach in the side.

          "The more you kick it, the slower it goes. Besides, it's a red light." Riku pointed up at the floating street signal.

          Sake got this look on his face: -_-

          "There's no street." He stated calmly.

          That… was quite true. Not only was there no street, there was no nothing. Except, of course, a lost silver-haired boy and a cat-boy, a giant mechanical cockroach, and a floating street signal. Which, by the way, was stuck on red. And had been stuck on red ever since it was built.

          "So." Riku said. This was followed by nothing, considering Riku really didn't know what he wanted to say.

          "We should be going somewhere." Sake said, looking around. The area around them seemed to be black, but then again, it seemed not to. There was really no way of describing it, except that it was… blank.

          "I feel like I'm on a giant blank piece of transparency." Sake muttered, scowling. "That's it! If this damn thing won't move, I'll move by myself!"

          Sake hopped off the cockroach, hung in the air for a second, and began to fall.

          "Help!" He squealed.

          Now it was Riku's turn to get this look on his face: -_-

          "You're not falling very fast. Actually, you're barely falling." Riku said.

          Sake took a look around, and realized this was very true. He was falling, but very very slowly. Vertigo, though, was whacking him left and right, and he decided to get back on the cockroach.

          "That was funky." He flicked his tail, and looked down past the cockroach's legs.

          The two boys sat there for a little while.

          "So…You think it ran out of gas or something?" Riku asked finally.

          "That's an idea." Sake started poking at the cockroach.

          "What are you doing?" Riku asked.

          "Checking for the little door thing you have to open when you want to pour gas into a car." Sake said, then stopped.

          "What?" Riku asked.

          "Nothing. I just got bored." Sake sat down with cross-legs, and stared at the emptiness.

          "So… we're just going to do nothing now?" Riku asked.

          "Yup."

          There was silence for a long moment, and then, for the first time since its creation, the red light turned… Green.

          VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

          : The Cockroach screeched. Or maybe it didn't. It didn't matter, though. The next second the two found themselves cruising down a main street in Miami.

          "This is unexpected."

          They tried to figure out which one of them said that, but couldn't, mainly because both were being distracted by the view of the beach. That is, until the old people came. Then both found themselves throwing up into the conveniently placed car-sick bags the cockroach came prepared with.

          "I don't want to be here!" Sake cried when he was finished, throwing the bag randomly into the crowd and hitting an unfortunate piano-salesman in the face.

          "Where do you want to be?" Riku said, a bit unnerved to find the cat-boy bawling into his (that is, Riku's) sleeve.

          "I wanna be where the author is! I need to find her!" Sake sobbed. (poor emotional cat-boy…)

          "What if… she doesn't want to be found…" Riku ventured.

          "What?!" Sake bolted up-right, instead of hunched over. "Why wouldn't she want to be found?!"

          "I don't know, maybe she needed alone-time." Riku said exasperatedly.

          "Hmph. Stupid alone time." Sake crossed his arms and pouted.

          "Can I go find MY home now?" Riku asked.

          "Sure, sure, why not. I mean, unless you think your home needs some ALONE TIME!" Sake hissed and scooted over to his half of the cockroach, seething.

          "Er…" Riku was sure this wasn't a good answer, but he didn't have a good answer anyway.

**MEANWHILE, ON DESTINY ISLANDS**

          "Skiz, will you please stop whacking that boy on the head with his stick?" Sephy asked, although he knew it was no use.

          "But look, it makes him all dizzy!" Skiz said happily, whapping Tidus again.        

          "Hee hee… Lookit that… that birdie's all upside down!" Tidus said, by now very very out of it.

          "This is fun!" Skiz said happily, bouncing and whacking the boy in the head at the same time.

          Kairi stood there, confused, and still very scared. Sephy was sitting on the ground, attempting to play with a small, slightly overweight black and white dog. The dog seemed to have other things in mind, and ignored him. Until he poked it. Then it growled, and bit him, and he screamed old-english profanities at it. All of this was a cycle, recurring roughly every five minutes.

          Meanwhile, Skiz was whapping Tidus on the head, as mentioned above. The only reason for this was that he had already succeeded in tying Selphie up with her jump rope 245 different ways. Which was quite a feat, considering there probably isn't 245 ways of tying people up with jump ropes.

          "This… is strange." Kairi said. She wished that Sora and Riku were here, but they weren't, so then she wished Wakka was here, but unfortunately he had been tied to the tallest palm tree on the island by Sephy, after having aimed his blitz ball at the silver-haired man's backside.

          Kairi had tried making sense with the two, but all the conversations ended the same:

Skiz: Are there lollipops?

Kairi: *sigh* There aren't any lollipops.

Skiz: You sure?

Kairi: Yes, I'm sure.

Skiz: *eyes tear up* No lollipops?

Kairi: Um.

Skiz: *starts bawling* THERE"S NO LOLLIPOPS!

Sephy: *snapping out of his 'I-must-become-god' daydreams* WHAT?! No lollipops?! What kind of stupid end-of-the-world's island is this?!

          So Kairi eventually stopped trying.

**IN ANOTHER PLACE, OCCASIONALLY CALLED CASTLE OF FORMER HIGH EVIL-NESS**

          Leon glared at the walls. He glared at the ceiling. He glared at the water that was slowly rising to his waist-level.

          "I still don't know what happened!!" He called, to whoever would be kind enough to tell him. Unfortunately, those who would be kind enough to tell him didn't know either, so they kept their mouths shut.

And the sun set on another pitiful chapter.

Grrr… I don't like this chapter. It absolutely reeks. I haven't written in such a long time, and I've been in such a damn bad mood, I can't really write humor much. Arg. Oh well, Hopefully it'll be better next time. If there is a next time.

Thanks to:

Siyengo: Thank's for your support. This chap sucks, I know. I'm sorry. I'll try better next time.

And to:

Laughing Astareal

Ari Powwel

This sucked. I'm sorry. Laters, and out… Zoshi