Hey! Look who decided to update! That's right; I woke up at 3:00 this morning and got hit with inspiration when I had trouble getting my door open (Stupid half broken lock). Yeah, Demyx faces off against evil doors in this chapter. He cannot get a break today. Ah well, his time will come soon enough. And apparently, everyone loved the evil panda idea. I decided to give Demyx a chapter of his own since no one else there loves him and we haven't seen what he decided to do once he got to Marluxia's room. Let's say… he's stuck. And for the hell of it, let's throw Zexion in there too, just to say we love him and because I feel like having him throw Demyx out of his room.(Zexion: Lame…) Shut up.
(Disclaimerifiic!) I own this fan fiction, not the characters. End of story.
Oh, yeah… reviews… damn, I keep forgetting these!
King Vince: I hate him too, and the fact that he looks like Regal with gel in his hair (Tales of Symphonia. Dun ask.). And I wanted to make fun of him. If I could express maniacal laughter without having to use the asterisk ("The little star thing"), I would. I usually don't flip out on people if they suggest something or point something out. It helps. I can't be a never ending supply of humor and someone who notices the lack of what someone's doing at the same time, so by all means, tell me of my flaws.
Memoria Muse: Thanks, I try my best. You have no idea how much trouble he'll be in eventually!
Shiguna: No, you got it right, it's "carnivorous". Ha ha.
Roysriza: Squirrels, Pandas, and Gaara in a panda costume, oh my. I don't think Gaara's amused…
Gaara: glare….
Nope! Definitely not amused!
And thanks to everyone else who reviewed! Now onto the show!
Demyx had one hell of a headache.
He stood at the door to Marluxia's room. Trying to turn the door's knob, which wouldn't. Giving him even more of a headache as he wondered why it wouldn't turn.
Once.
Click click.
Twice.
Click click.
Thrice.
Click click.
Nothing.
"Fuck."
It wasn't that the door was locked or anything, but on his way to run into Marluxia's room, he instead ran into the door. Thus the reason why he had the headache. He most likely jammed the doorknob when he grabbed it to keep him from falling.
And little known to him, Marluxia was standing right behind him leaning against the wall, watching him try to open his door. More entertaining than television. He watched as Demyx continued attempting to wrench the doorknob open. All the while wondering why he wasn't pissed off at Demyx for breaking his door. Probably because I got my laugh of the day. Marluxia was brought back from his thoughts by Demyx backing up a bit and performing a charging kick on the door, which flew open and sent him falling on his face.
"…Ow."
A grin covered Marluxia's face. "If only I had had a camera." Demyx jumped up as soon as he realized that Marluxia was behind him and completely capable of taking off his head.
"Oh crap, it's Mar! I'm sorry!" Demyx blurted out like he had eaten a bag of sugar and a case of energy drinks as Marluxia casually walked in.
"Demyx--"
"Ididn'tmeantobreakyourdoor!"
"Demyx calm the hell down!" Marluxia attempted to calm the musician down so that he could understand what he was saying.
"Ijustranintothedooranditjammed! Honest! Iwasjustgoingtofloodyourgarden!"
"Demyx, I'm not going to-- wait. WHAT?" What Demyx had said had just clicked in the back of Marluxia's head. He gave Demyx a look before grinning.
Demyx squeaked.
"You're lucky your element is water or you'd be missing some limbs right about now."
"W-why?" Demyx watched as Marluxia picked up a trowel, and tossed it to him, before picking up a pair of garden shears.
"Instant Watering can. Move." Marluxia pointed to his nearly barren garden.
Demyx would have groaned, but he still had that feeling a scythe was loitering around his neck.
Oh and Demyx--"
Demyx turned around. "Yes?"
"If you flood my garden while you're working, I'll chase you down with scythe in hand, drag you back, and make you start over. Got it?"
Demyx groaned and started to pick away at the charred remains of Marluxia's weird plants, now wondering if he could outrun said owner of the dead plants.
Worth a shot isn't it?
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Zexion had just lain down to take a well deserved nap when he heard that oh so familiar sound of Demyx screaming down the hallway. Getting up, he walked to the door to lock it. Though as soon as he got there, the door swung open and Demyx flew through the air on top of him, hitting to door with his foot and making it close. A muffled "Demyx, get off." was heard before Zexion pushed the musician off of him. "What'd you do this time?"
"Zexy, you gotta help me!" Demyx yelled, shaking Zexion back and forth by the shoulders. "I broke Marluxia's door and flooded his garden when he was making me help him rebuild it and now he's after me and I can't find Axel or Roxas and they wouldn't help me if their life depended on it anyways so I decided to run to your room cause I thought that maybe at least you would help!" Demyx then stopped and fell on his back gasping for air.
"And that's a sign that you should take a breath instead of trying to explain something in a full sentence. Now get up and leave." Zexion walked over and opened the door.
'What! Mar'll kill me!"
"Not my problem, now out!"
"But--!"
"Out!" Zexion shoved Demyx out the door and slammed it shut. There was a sound of someone's face hitting the door and curses about doors being in liege with the gods that hate Demyx as well as a multitude of random fits of curses. Then Zexion heard faint squeaky footsteps approach and stop a few feet from where he imagined Demyx was. He obviously took no notice.
"Come on Zexy! It's not like you have anything else to do! Open the door! It's the least you could do for just slamming your door on my nose!" Demyx whined.
Zexion took the opportunity to warp right next to Marluxia, who was waiting for Demyx to notice. He turned his head to see who it was and smirked, a suppressed snicker escaping his throat. Demyx finally realized. That Marluxia was standing behind him. "Oh, come on, Zexion. You had to get Marluxia?"
"I've been standing here for a good five minutes. He's just watching."
Zexion mouthed the word "Run". Can't wait to see if Marluxia'll be able to catch him.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Demyx took off down the hall, yelling about how he gets bossed around like he's the lowest number in the Organization.
"Get back here!"
Zexion suppressed a small laugh and shook his head. "Malfunctioned, inflamed and implosion bound indeed…"
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Demyx eventually outran Marluxia by running by a thirsty house plant and thanked whatever god that actually didn't hate him made Marluxia a plant lover. Then he went around the corner and ran into Saïx. Okay… maybe no one loved him after all.
"Demyx! Are you running from the evil pandas too? They're trying to take over the Organization!"
Demyx just stared at him in more disbelief then ever before. Saïx definitely needed a visit to the happy Hotel. "Man, you're stoned! I'm outta here! Axel! Roxas! Guys he's really creeping me out!"
"Just because I had a few bottles of whiskey does not mean I enjoy being call a rock! I am not a rock!"
Demyx decided not to get into an argument and promptly teleported to Roxas' room, where Axel and Roxas were still on the floor laughing their asses off.
"Have you noticed that Saïx is drunk and believes pandas are trying to take over Organization XIII?" Demyx asked.
Axel and Roxas took one look at him and burst into another fit of laughter.
"I… can't… breathe!"
"Me… either!"
"Stop having a giggle fit and answer my question!" Whined Demyx. Then it sorta hit him like a brick to the head. "You guys started this didn't you?" Axel nodded, still laughing. "You do know that once that alcohol induced randomness stops, we're gonna die, right?"
Axel and Roxas stopped laughing and looked at each other. "Oh, crap…"
Aaaaaaaand. DONE! I was getting writers block towards the end. Next chapter will be funnier though. These things just keep getting longer and longer don't they? Poor Demyx, the door hit him in the snoz and the head. They are evil. And will poor Zexion ever get a friggin minute of peace and quiet? I hope so 'cause that small line of patience is wearing thin.