I hiked today. And I ran. Ya know, instead of just walking along some trails, I runned. Surprisingly, my legs are not in pain, and it was about a two and a half mile hike, I ran about a mile. Yay!
Takarifan101: Accusation has two C's, but you were close. :D Yeah, he should; especially when Xigbar is so touchy about his age. Poor old man. Luxord is able to keep tidy because he's a British gentleman. (nods sagely) Aww, poor Axel. I don't think you have enough faith in him. I agree! I was actually eating peanut butter when I was typing that chapter, and I thought it might be something Demyx would eat. Thanks. Happy to know you liked the story so much:D
Guavi: I'm sorry. :D lmao I figured that part would make people laugh. It's one of the better parts of that chapter. It would be horrible to have my heart turned emo. I don't wanna be a Shana! If it's not in the epilogue, it'll be in a separate one-shot. It really all depends on how long the epi is before I write that part.
Special thanks to Fuhrer Allie, your reviews always made me laugh so hard. And to Guavi, too! Go check out her deviantART! It's got some good stuff and she needs to be recognized for it! And to Scylla Desdemonia Ophelia and Takarifan101. You guys took time out of your lives to review on many (or most) of the chapters and tell me what you liked about them. Thanks. And, another thank you to anyone else that read and enjoyed or laughed or reviewed or whatever. The reviews didn't really matter (but they were appreciated); just as long as the readers laughed.
Still don't own Kingdom Hearts or anything related to it. Out of characterness. Axel just kind of struck me as a bit of a pervert, if you're wondering about the adult theatre and hooker thing. What's up with the rulers not working?
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Xigbar, Luxord, and Axel had just ended their epic quest down the canyon, across the valley, and through the forest of evil, evil trees to the Quikki Mart. They were standing at the little ice cream shop thingy inside of it.
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"What can I get you?" asked the non-emo, average boy behind the counter of the little ice cream shop thingy.
"Hello. I'd just like a fat-free, sugar-free strawberry banana smoothie. Large size," The Gambler of Fate said. The non-emo, average boy nodded and gave the order to his (also non-emo) co-worker and she prepared the smoothie.
"Eh, I'll just have a scoop of vanilla in a sugar cone," Xigbar said, shrugging. The non-emo, average boy turned to Axel, waiting for his order after giving the cone order to his co-worker.
"Two scoops of strawberry ice cream with real strawberries in it, none of that artificially flavored crap, in a waffle cone, accompanied by an orange soda. Any questions? Got it memorized?" he asked (because that's the only line that people ever know by him), being his usual cocky self as the non-emo, average boy nodded and gave him a strange look, before giving the order to his co-worker. The food items were prepared within two minutes and the three Nobodies left to sit at the table that was occupied by 2/3 of them in the last story. As you can tell, the author does not feel like typing it all out. The table sat four people, so there was an empty chair. Luxord sat by Xigbar who sat by Axel.
"Again, I gotta wonder, how can you eat that crap?" Xigbar asked Luxord, as he watched the other enjoy his smoothie.
"It's not 'crap', it's just an acquired taste," the English gentleman replied before taking a drink of it. He looked at the redhead who was trying to lick the places where his ice cream dripped before it got onto his gloves. "You do know, Axel, that that ice cream is artificially flavored, right?"
Axel looked up and then started again with licking the running ice cream. "Yeah, I know. They cheated me outta my ice cream, in a way," he said, then licked the ice cream again. "But, hey, it's gotta be better than what you're drinking. At least it's got flavor to it."
Luxord mumbled something inaudible then took a drink of his smoothie. "So, why did you come with us, anyways? Shouldn't you be hanging out with Roxas or setting something ablaze?"
"Mm!" he sort of said, as he had ice cream in his mouth. "The only reason I came was because that little punk wouldn't let me play is new video game! Can you believe that? He said he didn't think I'd stop being his friend because of him not letting me play. The little bastard." Axel started to pout and took aggressive bites off the top of his ice cream. Luxord nodded in response and drank some of his smoothie. The three sat in silence for awhile, just eating or drinking what they bought. The mood was very mellow. Axel broke the silence. "So, how was that place you went? Are there any Heartless there or anything?"
"Well yeah. I mean, if you consider gangsters, lawyers, politicians, and dentists as being Heartless, then yeah, there were lots!" Xigbar informed him. "And the place was okay," he said a bit quicker and quieter. Double Q'd!
"O, ok--"
"He doesn't mean 'okay'. What he means is that he loved Pittsburgh," Luxord informed Axel. Xigbar raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Do not give me that look. You were at that adult theatre close to every night, you always went to Starbucks in the morning, and you rather enjoyed watching emo kids kill themselves nightly at The Beehive. So don't tell him you thought it was just 'okay'."
"Hey, I guess you're right!" Xigbar said after a few seconds of consideration of the thought. "I did love it! Well, I mean, I can't really love it, since I'm a Nobody and all. But I did enjoy it!"
Axel looked at the two, stunned (sort of), and completely ignoring how his artificially flavored strawberry ice cream had run onto his gloved hand. "Did you say, adult theatre?"
"Hell yeah! The apartment was right across a park from one! And there were adult book and video stores, too. And more theatres. And hookers! I never really paid one for anything, though… because, hey, they're diseased, man! I don't want anything. Because no matter what people tell ya, kids, Nobodies do get diseases, so we do not fuck each other (or anything) senseless," Xigbar said, saying the last sentence like it was the moral of some story or something. "Don't wanna contract anything…"
"Back it up, you said hookers, right?" Axel asked, waiting for the elder Nobody to nod his head. "Wow, I really gotta get out more. The closest thing I've seen to a hooker anytime recently was Princess Jasmine, and she wouldn't go for me… And Larxene, of course… but that's beside the point! No way would I ever get anywhere with her… But I digress."
"It's best not to try to, either. Demyx did once and he got kicked down the stairs of the fourth floor, after getting hit in the shoulder and calf with kunai knives," Luxord said after a drink of his smoothie.
"Vi-o-lent!" said the redhead.
"Too true," Luxord said, polishing off his smoothie. "So, seeing as you two are done also, do you want to go back to Castle Oblivion?" The other two shrugged, so they made their journey from the Quikki Mart going through the forest of evil, evil trees, across the valley, and up the canyon. Backwards, bitch. Bet ya weren't expecting that.
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Wah, the epilogue sucks.
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In other news, the three Nobodies reached the front doors of Castle Oblivion and entered. Axel left them, saying something about going to bother Roxas into letting him play his new game, but before leaving, Luxord said he had a new, 'nice', little cawd game he wanted to show him later. Xigbar went to his room to make it more feng shui; that's important in being a member of Organization XIII and living in Castle Oblivion (that's one of the reasons why he went to night school). The last Nobody of the group, everybody's favorite gambler, Luxord, went to the den to watch television or play a game of solitaire.
Already occupying the TV was Xaldin, watching an educational program about the life of Beethoven on the History Channel. As he entered the den, he walked over to his usual spot (the left arm chair) and sat down. He pulled his cawds out of his hood and laid out a game of solitaire on the table, making casual conversation with Xaldin.
"Hello Number III," he said, casually.
"Number X," Xaldin said, nodding in his direction, acknowledging him.
"I see you're watching something about Beethoven; is he your favorite composer?" he asked.
"Yes, my favorite piece by him is Für Elise, (as the author mentioned in the fourth chapter of Missing Cards)," he replied.
"Ah, should have known," the blonde replied, flipping over a cawd, "it's what you're almost always playing on the piano, when I walk by your room(, and the author mentioned it in the fourth chapter of Missing Cards)."
"Yes, it's so beautiful. When I get my heart back, I plan to become a composer," the man said dreamily, then broke that mood. "Or work as a scientist again, at the least."
"It's a good dream," Luxord told him, moving some cawds about so that they were in order from King through two. "When I get my heart back I want to own a casino, or work at one. That way, I can play the gam…" he trailed off, spotting something pink and black, and sopping wet walk by the door way. "Bloody Hell…"
"What is it?" Xaldin asked, not really interested, and paying more attention to the television than anything.
"I'm pretty sure it was Marluxia," said Number X, as he put is cawds back into their box (with the blood stained fingerprint on the back and the blood droplets), then put it in his hood. He walked out of the room and looked down the hallway. Whatever (whoever) it was, was gone, but there were wet footprints, wet tracks (from where a cloak dragged on the floor), and water droplets on the marble indicating where it (he) went. Luxord ran down the hall, following the water, and being careful not to step in it and slip, and finally found what (who) he was looking for.
About ten feet ahead of him Marluxia stormed down the halls. His robe was soaked completely through, and his hair (usually a pale rose color) was now mauve (as in a darker pink).
"Marl--Marluxia? W--What happened?" he stammered, surprised at the 'wetness' of the flower god.
Said flower god turned around quickly with a scowl on his face. He stood up straight, leaning back slightly, and crossed his arms. "Maybe you should ask Demyx," he sneered, with a certain amount of loathing emphasis placed on the musician's name.
"Demyx?" Number X asked, and then started laughing. "He didn't play a song to you? He just soaked you with his sitar?" He laughed some more at the other's misfortune.
"No! He did play a song. It was… how should I say this? Degrading? Yes! Very!" The Graceful Assassin went on. "I asked him to stop, but, being the immature brat he is, he just kept playing! So, I had t--"
"You brought out your scythe, didn't you?"
A malicious smirk appeared on Marly's face as his eyes glimmered. "Yes… But then the little jacka--" he was cut off.
"No, don't tell me, I'll find out for myself…" Luxord told him, while smiling. He walked off and left Marluxia alone in the hallway, still pissed off and completely soaked.
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The End.
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"OMGWTF? That was the end?" Sort of. There'll be a one-shot out to finish it up. That's where you'll find out about the song. Wondering what the song is? O.O I'll give you a hint: Hey There Marluxia.
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Yes, I know, the ending wasn't very good and it wasn't as amusing as the rest of the story. But that's whatcha get when you read something I typed when I was tired. The one-shot will be out by Monday, but no later, 'cause after that I've got school. Hopefully, I'll get it typed tomorrow. Sigh. I need a break from writing anyways. I'm gonna be doing enough of that during the school year. Advanced Placement European History and Yearbook; do you know how much writing that entails? Lots.
Credit for politicians and dentists being heartless/Heartless goes to Guavi. Duh.