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Demyx quietly walked down the hall and came to Xigbar's room. He put his ear to the door and listened to find out if anyone was inside. Nothing resonated, so he sneaked inside the room. When Demyx went inside, he was astounded at the cleanliness of the room. He gazed around and his eyes fell on the closet. He walked over and began to look for his sitar.
He opened the closet doors and a huge mess of various things came tumbling out.
"Well this explains how clean it is..." Demyx muttered to himself. He got up and started to search through the pile. Two of the weirdest artifacts was a pink&purple diary and a Hilary Duff CD. He continued to search and came across the top of the sitar, poking out from the pile.
"Found it!" Demyx pulled the sitar out and hugged it tightly. Forgetting to clean up the mess, he started to head out of the room when he bumped into something.
"Going somewhere?"
Demyx looked up and saw Xigbar standing in his path. He looked very, very angry.
"Why are you in here?"
Demyx suddenly felt very small and he tried desperately to explain.
"OHPLEASEIBEGOFYOUIDID'NTINTEND- AXEL TOLD ME TO!"
"He did, huh?" Xigbar crossed his arms.
Demyx nodded fearfully.
"Then let's go ask why." Xigbar grabbed Demyx by the collar and asked him where Axel was. Once he got the location out of him, he drug him downstairs.
"Flurry of Dancing Flames? I know you're in here..." Xigbar said as he walked into the kitchen. Demyx was finally released from his grasp, and was calling for Axel also. "Number 8? Axel? Hello?"
Demyx sighed. "If one dosen't shoot me, the other will torch me." he whispered to himself.
"Argh... THAT'S IT!" Xigbar was really pissed off now. He pulled an enormus heat-seeking missile launcher. Demyx's eyes widened. "Oh. My. God"
Xigbar loaded the launcher and gave a threatening speech.
"If you don't show yourself on the count of three, I'll leave it to the missiles to find you"
"One..."
Demyx started to panic. "Um... Xigbar"
"Two..."
"Maybe we can just-"
"Three!"
But when he said three, instead of the sound of a gun going off, there was silence. And smoke. Demyx looked down. Xigbar's leg was on fire.
He let out an incredibly high-pitched scream and started to run in circles. Demyx just stared.
"DO SOMETHING!" Xigbar shouted as he jumped around.
"Um..." Demyx scratched his head. "Ah!" He summoned his sitar and said his signature "Dance water, dance!"
Unfortunately, the water replicas had a mind of thier own.
"Left! To the left! No, right! Aw... c'mon!" Demyx hopelessly tried to command the defiant replicas. After seeing no success, he knocked one over Xigbar's head. It turned into a floating pool of water and fell upon him. He stood there soaked, and muttered something about respect and drowning a certain pyro.
He looked at Demyx and said, surprisingly calmly, "Thank you, Melodious Nocturne"
Demyx beamed.
"...Now tell me exactly why Axel told you to go into my room"
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Axel's POV
I watched silently from the corner as they talked about why, supposedly, I told Demyx to go into Xigbar's room. Demyx said absolutely nothing about that stupid cake thing that he pulled me in!
I crept up behind Xigbar, took a chakram, and knocked him out cold. Demyx screeched and yelled "It's the apococlypse!" before running into a wall and falling down. I whipped off the invisiblity cloak that I was wearing and walked over to Demyx.
"Where did you get that from?" he asked.
"I'm friends with Harry Potter." I said sarcastically.
His face lit up. "Really?"
I huffed and replied, "No you idiot!"
He sulked.
Axel gave Demyx a very serious look.
"Now, let me ask you something"
Demyx gulped and nodded.
"Why did you tell Xigbar that I sent you into his room?"
"Um...I...Uh?"
Axel shot an evil eye at Demyx.
"I didn't want him to shoot me." The blonde finally said.
"Well now he thinks that I did it!" Axel said, pointing to the unconcious #2. "And how exactly am I supposed to solve this?"
Demyx shrugged. "Flowers and chocolate?"
"What the-? No! Never"
"Oh. Then I don't know."
Axel sighed. "Then let's just go finish that stupid cake."
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