Disney Love Songfics- Interlude 1

Demyx hurtled out of a portal screaming like Roxas did that time Axel rigged his door so that a tub of super glue fell on his immaculate hair. He was also yelling Axels names, but these cries were accompanied by something along the lines of "Don't kill me!" rather than angry threats to take away the redheads ability to have children.

5 milliseconds later the redhead in question darted after him, making the change from four legs to two legs with ease. Larxene was close behind him, leaving behind her bright lioness form behind her and sprinting after her crush and Demyx.

Marluxia and Zexion drifted in last, having already had their share of almost killing Demyx. It was against the organization's few laws to murder another member, but it is surprising how much you can live through. They had bored of chasing him and watched the three other nobodies run round a corridor and out of sight.

"The Hell?"

The two nobodies turned to the youngest organization member. Roxas looked back at them in a blank kind of manner.

"...Just don't go there" Marluxia said flatly. Zexion silently slid out of sight in the opposite direction that Axel, Larxene and their victim had gone.

"Weren't you just in the Pride Lands?" the blonde asked. "Did you fill the quota? What's up with Axel? And Demyx?"

"Ever heard of Rafiki?" Marluxia asked.

"No, should I have?"

"...Just pray you never do" Marluxia looked about. "Where'd Zexion go?"

Roxas gave him an odd look. "That way. Bye Marluxia" Roxas walked off after Axel.

Marluxia surveyed the empty corridor, as if hoping that someone would suddenly walk through the dazzling white walls. No prizes for guessing who...

Zexion was perched on one of the many plain kitchen counters, watching Xaldin cook. It was a fairly dangerous experience that only the most disciplined could accomplish. Watching Xaldin cook, not perch on a counter top. Dangerous because Xaldin had realised a long time ago that it was very long and boring work cooking for 13 people, and it was much faster and more interesting to let knives, spoons and various herbs spin round the room in a violent tornado than to do it the old fashioned way. Only the most disciplined could accomplished it because if you were going to watch this deadly display you would have to stay totally motionless or risk been impaled by a fast moving wooden spoon.

"ARGH!!!" Vexen yelled as quick reactions spared him from the fore mentioned fate.

"There is a sign. On the door. Expressively saying. DO NOT COME IN!" Xaldin said angrily, folding his arms in the eye of his storm.

"Yes, well, when I read a sign saying 'Do not come in on pain of death' I don't expect it to be literal!" Vexen retorted dodging round a sharp knife. "Can I sit down?"

Xaldin pointed at a seat and all the objects from Vexen too said seat immediately rerouted themselves too make a tunnel.

"Much obliged" Vexen said, walking along to his allocated seat. As he moved the path behind him immediately closed up and became a whirlwind of cooking implements once again.

"Back from your mission, I see" Vexen said calmly, just as accustomed to remaining motionless as Zexion was.

"Yes".

"With Marluxia"

"...Yes"

"I really hate that man"

Zexion mentally sighed with relief. "I know Vexen. You've said before"

"Many times" Xaldin agreed, glaring at a pot of some kind of sauce. It had been stirred too fast.

"I-" Vexen began crossly, but before he could work himself up into a rant, Zexion smoothly cut across him.

"By the way Xaldin, I meant to ask you something"

"Go ahead" random objects of food were now hurling themselves into the sauce.

"Something...bizarre happened in the Pride Lands today. I wanted to know if anything similar was going to happen again"

Xaldin frowned. "I can't do that any more"

"You don't" Zexion corrected. "Could you just...try? Please?"

So shell-shocked that Zexion had lowered himself to using the P-Word in an attempt to persuade Xaldin to try reading the winds again, the Lancer actually closed his eyes and made an effort to satisfy the younger nobodies request.

Most of the creatures out there needed to be with the wind in order to 'hear' it, and Dilan had needed the same conditions. However Xaldin's element was Wind, it flowed in his veins in a mix of darkness as a substitute for blood. The winds of the many worlds was inside him, and he could summon it for anything he desired. Fighting with its strength or drawing knowledge from its sights.

"Yes" he said finally, his eyes still closed. "Whatever happened, the same sort of thing is going to happen again. I don't know what it is...I haven't been in practice"

He opened his eyes. Vexen and Zexion were pinned to a cupboard each and the sauce seemed to have exploded.

"Remind me never to distract you while you're cooking" the blunette schemer said weakly.