Seventy-Five Munnies
By UltimatePalmTree
Demyx carefully positioned the gun so it was directly in the space between his eyebrows. He winced slightly as the cold metal made contact with his skin, but knew what he had to do. He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.
A little reddish-orange price tag stuck in the space between his eyebrows.
Albeit, it was a little askew and upside-down, but it made his point quite blatant. Slightly thrilled at this new sensation of giving himself a price—an actual value—Demyx began to position the gun on his arm before pulling the trigger again. Another price tag, right-side up this time, stuck onto his dark trench coat.
Two price tags weren't enough, he decided. He proceeded to shoot his other arm, his legs, his chest, his neck, his…
"Demyx?"
Demyx nearly dropped the price sticker gun and whirled around. Standing a head taller than himself was the red-headed Organization XIII member, Axel. His expression was one of confusion and interest mixed.
"Demyx? What the heck are you doing?" he asked.
The young Organization XIII member looked up at his superior, then at the gun in his hands, and at the prior resting place on the crate behind him. He shrugged and placed the object on the crate, not caring especially where he put it. He groped for a different explanation than the truth, but then decided that the truth was the only way to explain this story. "Well, some dude left that gun out on that crate, right? So, I wanted to play with it for a little bit, and…" He trailed off, allowing Axel to examine the spots of red-orange all over his black cloak.
Finally, Axel cocked an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth curled in disgust. He leaned closer to Demyx, critically examining the lone price tag on his forehead. "You're selling yourself," Axel finally said, "for seventy-five munnies?"
Demyx looked at one of his orange-covered arms. So, Axel was right! The price tags indeed said "75 munnies" in little black print.
Axel chuckled to himself and shook his head. "You really shouldn't be over-charging people, Demyx," was his comment. At this, the redhead walked away from the marketplace, leaving the confused Organization XIII member in the dust.
This one has a story behind it as well. I was flipping through my old files on my computer and I found one where my one character, Dustball, does exactly what Demyx just did. I figured I could recycle this idea, 'cause I can see Demyx doin' this too. Initially, it was going to be Axel, but Axel kinda doesn't strike me as the person who'd shoot themselves multiple times with a price tag gun. So, Demyx it was. Axel's so mean! Demyx is so worth more than 75 munnies!
Maybe not as good as Murder in the Lounge, but I tried to make it entertaining. Hopefully you liked it. Lots of fun, it was for me to write it! So, yeah. Hope you've had your Demyx and/or Axel fix for the duration of this fanfiction… I know I did! By the by, I own nothin' 'cept this concept for the story! Have a good day!