I apologize for the length of this chapter... At least now the fangirl has arrived! Soceror in Petals is not a real painting, to my knowledge. I just made it up... so don't sue if you have a picture like that. Enjoy!
Chapter 5 -- The Fangirl
"Oh, he's so precious..."
A girl with blonde hair wearing a white dress sat at a white table in a white room. Evidently, white must have been her favorite color. She was mulling over a picture of a man with pink hair, surrounded with flowers. It was from a famous painting. Suddenly, a man in a red outfit, complete with red bandages covering his face, walked in and saw the girl.
"Ah, Namine. I see you're looking at that picture again."
Namine looked up at the man. "It's such a wonderful picture. This man is absolutely gorgeous! If only such a man existed..." She went back to her picture and began to daydream. The man sighed, used to this behavior. Hand-drawn pictures of the pink-haired man with her were strewn across the white floor.
"I assume that you plan on drawing another picture of your dream man?" he said.
"Of course. I must learn to draw him perfectly! Now leave me alone, DiZ!" Namine then took out her sketchbook and furiously began drawing the man in the picture.
"First, I want you to see this photograph of the Organization that I just received," DiZ said, pulling out a picture. "They have thirteen members now. It seems like they get more every week..." He looked over at Namine, who was still drawing. "Namine, look. This is the boy we've been targeting." Namine glanced up at the picture and grunted, apparently not interested. Then she stopped drawing and looked at the picture again. Her eyes fell on the eleventh member, who had pink hair and was holding a rose.
"That's him!" she shouted.
"Yes, that's what I just said," DiZ mumbled, but Namine snatched the picture from his hand.
"Look! This is the man I'm going to marry!" Namine pointed to the pink-haired man.
DiZ looked at the figure in the picture. "Ah, yes. Number XI, Marluxia, the Graceful Assassin."
"Oh, he certainly is graceful!" Namine sighed. Then she got up and quickly ran out of the white room.
"Namine? Where are you going?" DiZ shouted after her, but soon he heard a warp machine go off. He sighed, "That girl... what will we do with her?"
Meanwhile, at the Castle That Never Was, the host club was gathering in the break room to discuss the success of their first week in the business.
"We've made enough munny to refurnish the Castle, if we were willing to waste it on that," said Zexion as he looked over his clipboard.
Axel nodded. "Good, good. In that case, it's time for new costumes!"
Roxas jumped awake. "WHAT?! You mean we're getting more ridiculous outfits?"
"Of course, Roxas-kun. Our lovely young customers would get bored with the same costumes everyday," Axel assured him.
Roxas groaned. The tuxedo was bad enough.
"What about tropical outfits?" Demyx suggested. "Or we could be knights in shining armor?"
Marluxia perked up. "Could we save some money for new plant seeds? I mean, roses are my favorite, but some of the ladies were suggesting lilies or daffodils."
"Sure, it won't cost much," Zexion said as he scribbled the idea down. "Of course, the Superior will be expecting that we give a fair amount of our proceeds to further research," he continued.
"Who cares about the Superior?" Demyx whined. "This is our club!" He glanced over at Xaldin, who looked pretty bored by this point. The Whirlwind Lancer never said much at these meetings, even though he was the highest-ranked member in the club. "Unless someone wants to give a teensy-bit," Demyx added, fearing that Xaldin might tell Xemnas about their budget plans.
Suddenly, a soft knock was heard at the door. Roxas, who was closest to the door, got up and opened it to see a girl in a white dress with blonde hair and big, anxious blue eyes.
"Is this the Organization XIII Host Club?" she asked timidly.
"Uh, yes, it is," Roxas answered, wondering how a customer could have gotten to the World That Never Was. He got out of the doorway to let her in. On seeing a girl entering, Axel jumped up and ran over to her.
"Welcome, miss. This is where you can find whatever your lovely young heart desires!" he said, giving her a sappy smile. She looked at him curiously.
"Why do you have black markings under your eyes?" she asked.
"Ah, they are my unique way of showing my individuality," he answered. "If you wish to kiss them you may; after all, they are good luck."
The girl stared at him. "Idiot," she finally said. Axel jumped up in shock and ran over to the corner of the room to pout. She looked around at the other members. "None of you are all that attractive, really." She sighed in disappointment. A small sniffle could be heard from the moping red-head.
"In that case, why are you here?" Zexion asked as he looked her over in suspicion. However, just as he said that, Marluxia got up and stretched.
"I think I'm going to go out and water the plants," he said casually. "They've been looking a bit droopy lately."
"OMIGOSH THERE HE IS!!!" Everyone turned to see the girl squealing and pointing at Marluxia. "I've found him!" She ran over to the confused Nobody and hugged him around the neck. "My fiancé!"
"WHAT?!"
This time, Axel was up and perky as usual. "Marly-kun, you never told me you had a fiancée!" Marluxia, however, was speechless with bewilderment. He just kept looking from the girl to Axel, trying to get someone to help get the crazy fangirl off of him. The girl finally turned to the others.
"I'm so sorry, I should have introduced myself." She smiled. "My name is Namine, and Marluxia here is my fiancé."
Zexion glanced up from his clipboard. "Number XI, how is this possible if you have no heart to fall in love with?"
"She's... I've never..." Marluxia was completely flustered.
"Sweet Marly-kun, always walking through the woods with me in the soft spring rains. He's always there to help me when I'm sad, and he's just so strong and manly!" Namine swooned.
At that last comment, Roxas, Axel, and Demyx began laughing hysterically.
"Marluxia, manly?"
"Yeah right!"
"Those flowers are sooo manly, Marly!"
Zexion and Xaldin were still confused. "Miss Namine, how did you meet Number XI?" Zexion asked.
"Oh, I just met him today," she replied. "But he looks just like the subject of Sorcerer in Petals, doesn't he?"
Roxas stopped laughing at stared at Namine. "What?"
Zexion sighed. "Sorcerer in Petals is a famous portrait of a man with pink hair surrounded by flower petals." The others all looked at Marluxia in ridicule. "It would seem that Miss Namine here has assumed Marluxia to be her fiancé because he looks like the man in the painting."
"OH!" came the unanimous voice of the rest of the club.
Marluxia sighed. "Why me?" he whined softly. Namine continued to hug him tightly. She looked out at the other club members.
"But Marly-kun here is the only one with the looks and charm to be a successful host," she said. "The rest of you need work."
"Need work?" Axel bounced over to Namine. "I think you are mistaken! My looks are just so perfect that my fanbase is much larger than Marly's here!"
"Luck. Or the girls are all out of their right minds," replied Namine. Axel sulked back over to his corner.
"You mean, I'm not cute?" Demyx whimpered. "But I like the kitty plushie..."
"No!" She scanned each member individually. "You all need serious makeovers." Her first victim was Roxas, who just wanted to leave and take a nap. "You there, Blondie. What do you do to your hair every morning?"
Roxas seemed confused. "My hair? I just kind of let it do what it wants. Why worry about my hair?" The other club members stared at him in shock.
"You mean your hair does that on its own?"
"I have to use two bottles of hairspray to get my hair to stay like this!"
"That's not fair!"
Soon the complaints of Axel, Demyx, and Marluxia were drowning out Namine's protests.
"SHUT UP, WILL YOU?"
They stopped and turned to the blonde fangirl.
"That's it, I'm giving all of you a makeover right now!" She turned to Marluxia. "Except Marly-kun here, because he is perfect." Marluxia sighed and put his head in his hands.
"Roxas, right? You're first!" Namine grabbed Roxas' arm and dragged him to the nearest chair. Roxas was beginning to dread what would happen next.