This one may be shorter. I'm not really up for typing another 3,500 word fic. 'Kay?
Thanks for the reviews and the support. It's appreciated, just like your face. I figure I should start this before I go and whore myself out to Animal Crossing for the next few hours. One more thing before the disclaimer...
Happy birthday, Guavi!!!
I wish I owned Kingdom Hearts and all related stuffs, but I don't. I don't consider it OOCness.
"And, I'm not sure… but I'm gonna say that this is your room!" Braig said offhandedly to the boy, while tossing the boy's sack into a small bedroom. Ienzo glared at him, then went in and picked up his bag.
"You dolt, that is not my room! I will not take a room as small as the servants' quarters!" he yelled, stomping his foot like the child he was, and referring to the rooms they had passed a quarter of an hour prior. "You don't even know where my room is because Master Ansem never even told you I was coming." Ienzo turned on his heel, walked out of the room, and then continued on his trek along the marble floors of the hallway.
Braig smiled, watching the kid (as he thought of him) walk off, then stuck his thumbs into his belt loops and followed, bored. "I was only joking! You don't hafta to take everything so seriously. Even though, ya know, I wouldn't mind you sleeping down here in the basement with the servants…" Ienzo glared over his shoulder and was about to say something, but stopped as a loud alarm began to sound. A few people (servants) ran out of closed doors and down the hallway, and Ienzo became scared witless at the din.
He became wide-eyed from the excitement and the small herd of people that ran past him. "What the Hell's going on? Is there a fire?!" Ienzo asked of Braig.
Smiling, Braig shook his head and explained. "Nope… that's the dinner bell." They followed the people that had just run by.
x.x.x
The apprentices of Ansem the Wise were seated at the strangely long dinner table: Braig, Ienzo, and Dilan on one side, with Even and Elaeus on the other. Ansem, who sat at the north end of the table, just happened to be absent, as he was investigating something he referred to as the "Door to Darkness" in some far off land, accompanied by a short friend that had conspicuously large ears. Cool.
It was a regular dinner at Radiant Garden's castle: a six course meal, plus wine and dessert. Braig was gorging himself as usual, while Ienzo looked on in disgust, making rude comments about week old clam chowder every now and then, and Dilan smirking to himself, Elaeus being elsewhere in his mind, and Even having a stare down with his quiche. Quiche sounds good. The seat opposite Ansem's was occupied…
Braig was raising a spoon full of tomato soup to his mouth, when he stopped in the middle of the act and sniffed the air. "Wait!" he shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing. Even stopped poking at his food, Dilan's face went slack, D'Yem stopped in the middle of the doorway, nearly dropping the bottle of wine he had been carrying to the table. "I smell something… something…"
"It must be week old clam chowder…" Ienzo said under his breath, and Braig elbowed him in the eye.
"Not that… something else… I smell…" he turned to the south end of the table and his eyes widened. "I smell… the scent of an OC!" the man yelled, suddenly, pointing his finger at the voluptuous girl at the end of the table, causing everyone else, in turn, to direct their attention there as well. Several gasps were heard from various directions in the room and the ceiling. "There's an… OC in the castle!" Braig said in disgust.
"What the Hell was the authoress thinking?!" Even questioned under his breath.
"Who, meeeee?" the girl asked in a sweet, innocent voice.
"Yes, youuuuuuu," said Braig, mocking her sweet tone. "Who the Hell are you, and what the Hell are you doing in this castle?!"
"Why, I'm Ienzo's fiancé!" All the men at the table, and D'Yem, looked to Ienzo for answers. The boy shrugged as the answer.
"Hell if I know who she is. I don't write the stories," he told them. "However, I do wish the dull authoress would consult me before giving me a girlfriend that was an exact replica of herself, except much more attractive." Ienzo crossed his arms and glared at no one in particular.
"Hey! I am not an exact replica of the authoress! I had a horrib--" but she was cut off by Elaeus.
"Yes, you had a horrible childhood. That's nice, moving on. We can't have an OC in this story, otherwise I quit. Seriously, it's completely nonsensical. I'm especially against having an OC in this story, when no one even knew she would be here," the man explained casually. "Normally the characters at least have some idea there will be an OC and have proper time to prepare how to act; except in those horrible stories written by thirteen year old girls that have just discovered how to use their imaginations and supplement their characters into storylines and makeup shit backgrounds between the OC and the actual characters. Pardon the vulgar language."
"But… I-" and she was cut off by Even.
"I agree. We can't have an OC… Not as a main character, or a main character's girlfriend, at the least!" said the blonde, pounding his fist down on the table, showing that he was set in his ways. "I'll leave, too, if she is allowed in the story." The Nameless Female OC pouted.
"…not that anyone would miss either of you…" Braig muttered under his breath. "But, since I'm the main character in the story and all, I have to take the initiative! How should we do this… get rid of the OC, I mean…" he pondered over this for a moment, as Even and Elaeus shot him glares, Dilan continued smirking (in between dignified sips of his dignified peach… and lime daiquiri), and Ienzo twirled spaghetti around his fork, bored. D'Yem fidgeted in the doorway, realizing that his being in this particular scene held no real importance to the progression of the story. "I know! We can push her out the window!"
All the men at the table cheered and they did just that, despite her protests and offers of orally pleasuring each of them with hours of invigorating conversation. They picked her up from the table, walked over to the window, and tossed her out, congratulating themselves on their cleverness and tact, and then sat back down and continued their meal.
"…and it's a good thing we're on the ground floor, too; otherwise D'Yem over there woulda had to clean her organs up off of the stone outside… and we all know we can't let him within ten feet of a mop!" Braig said, laughing and slapping his knee, completely ignoring the evil glares D'Yem shot him as he set a plate of peas on the table and walked away to get some other food. Upon catching sight of the peas set down on the table before him, Ienzo became wide-eyed and edged his chair back away from the table by just a little bit.
"Ienzo… why are you sitting four feet away from the table?" Even questioned coldly while helping himself to the newly arrived peas.
"N… n… what? Wh--I'm not four feet away from the table!" answered Ienzo, moving his chair all the way forward, so his midsection was against the edge of the table, and smiling neurotically. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"
"I think he's afraid of the peas," Braig noted, manipulating the gravity on a biscuit from beside Ansem's seat and floating it into his hand. "He freaked out a bit when everyone's favorite karaoke star put them on the table," he said, jerking a thumb in D'Yem's direction and then buttering the aforementioned biscuit.
The boy turned in his chair to glower at Braig. "I… am not afraid of peas."
"It's okay if you have a fear. We've all got them. Braig's afraid of birds," Dilan explained, acting as if he was trying to console the boy.
"You were not supposed to tell anyone that!" yelled Braig, standing up and pointing at Dilan, who just smirked and ate a steamed carrot off the end of his fork.
"I'm not afraid of peas, anyway! I love peas, in fact!" said Ienzo, standing to grab the bowl of peas from the center of the table and spooning some onto his plate. He put some in his mouth, while trying not to run away or gag. "See? I like peas!"
Turning to Even, Elaeus asked, "Even, is there a term for a 'fear of peas'?"
"Pea-ophobia!!" D'Yem shrieked from the doorway, his shrill voice shattering the wine glass that Even held.
"Aren't you clever," said the man, wiping wine off of his face with a napkin. "You know this will stain my shirt, correct?" D'Yem blushed, giggled, and then ran out of the room. "Bastard… And I have no idea what the fear of peas is, but I'm sure Ienzo has it," he replied in his 'I'm so much better than you all are' voice. I really do like Vexen.
"I thought it was funny…" Braig murmured, under his breath, shaping a volcano with his mashed potatoes. He had been super bored ever since the attention of the group shifted from him to Even a few lines up and he really wanted something to do. Just then! he had an idea as he watched the boy sitting between himself and Dilan move his peas around on his plate, eyeing them suspiciously. "Hey, Ienzo, why are you afraid of peas?"
"I'm not afraid of peas, goddammit! Why won't you all get it thr--"
"Dude, you denying that you're not afraid of peas is like you saying that you're not short… which you are. So, just c'mon, why? Why are you afraid of peas?" asked Braig, grinning.
"There's no way in Hell I'd tell you why!! Even if I was frightened by pathetic garden veg--" but he was cut off.
In the middle of his speaking and getting all angry and stuff, Braig changed the gravitational pull on Ienzo's peas and caused them to fly into his face. In turn, causing the boy to scream like a school girl in the presence of a spider, jump back in fright, and then dart out the doorway just as D'Yem was walking through, carrying a platter with various foods and a gravy boat on it. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyways), the platter fell to the floor and created a huge mess. Braig went into a fit of maniacal giggles while Dilan smirked maliciously, and the other two at the table shook their heads.
Suddenly stopping his giggling, Braig shifted his attention to D'Yem. "What the Hell did you do? Clean up that mess, immediately! Now, slave boy!" The slave boy's posture slumped into a pout as he walked through the doorway, again, grabbing the dropped dishes on the way out, and going to find a mop.
"You know, Braig, you're rather immature…" Even told him.
"Yeah, well… it was funny!"
"No. It was not."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was!" said Braig, in his defense.
"No, that was not funny at all. You made the poor boy cry," came the sensible voice of Elaeus.
"What's your point? It was fun--"
"No! It wasn't! Go, apologize to him! Otherwise you'll be banished from the dinner table!" Even said, crossing his arms adamantly.
"You know you're acting like a little kid, right?"
"Say you're sorry!" commanded the blonde, pointing his finger at the doorway.
Braig got up, seeing that he couldn't win, and walked to the stone arch that separated the dining room and the hallway before stopping and looking back wistfully. "Do I have to, Mommy?" Even shot a sharp glare his way that caused him to continue through, muttering things like "And where am I supposed to look for him?" on his way out. The blonde man smiled devilishly and took a bite of the quiche on his plate.
"You don't really care if Braig hurt Ienzo's feelings at all, do you?" Elaeus asked him.
"Of course I don't!" he replied after swallowing. "But it was funny, wasn't it?"
"Very much so," Dilan agreed. The three continued their meal in silence for a few moments before Dilan spoke again. "We're all going to Hell."
"Not before Braig does, though!" Even answered gleefully, and then ate the last bit of his quiche off his fork and smiled. "It will be a fun ride, at the least."
From down the hallway a shout from Braig was heard as he opened the door of a broom closet. "O my Go--Hell no! Whyyy? Do that in your room! Agh! I told you to stay away from mops! Gah!"
"But you said I had to clean the mess in the dining room up," was the last pout heard before Braig ran down the hall, randomly smacking his head against the stone, and beginning his search for Ienzo.
And that, my friends, was part deux. Released on Guavi's birthday, as a gift. Not as good as usual, but I was rushing to get it done today.
I'm not sure if there was anything offensive in it, as I don't feel like rereading and editing it, so sorry if there was. I don't think I put anything about cutting oneself in there, but sorry just in case. My favorite part was when I typed something about the OC "orally pleasuring" the men… xD Yeah, definitely my favorite part of my fic.
Go see Pan's Labyrinth, it's a good movie, even if it is in Spanish.
Part tres should be out sometime, but I'm not sure when, as I have homework and a science project due in February, so suck it up. 'Kay:D Plus, I have to update Mocking Bird, and that might come first. Thank you in advance to those that share their love with me and review this story (because reviews are fun to read).
I ended up whoring myself out to Tales of Symphonia instead of Animal Crossing, by the way. It's a fun game. And the Red Hot Chili Peppers are awesome. Really. The video for Otherside is amazing. Watch it. Even if This Velvet Glove is my favorite.
And watch Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Abridged Series on YouTube. You'll love it.