Round One: Discord in the Garden
Marluxia listened to the listened to the announcement of the fights with have an ear.
Angel? he mused to himself. I wonder who this Angel is… He shrugged effortlessly. It didn't matter. He would win whoever he fought.
He didn't have to wait long. During the down time between his entrance and the announcement of the fights, he had taken some… creative liberties with the hedge maze. His smirk grew wider. He wondered how Angel would handle the changes. He leaned forward slightly, listening silently to the whispers of the plants. Nature was his element, and it helped him in every way possible, even serving as a way to observe.
The Wars of the Roses
Angel growled in consternation. A passerby had told her that they had seen a pink haired figure enter the hedge maze. She had entered the maze, expecting it to be easy, expecting to find this Marluxia in less than five minutes. It had looked easy in the pictures displayed in the ad, with the appearance of a maze that was meant to be pretty, not challenging.
No longer.
Thorny vines had overtaken the path, making it almost impossible to get through. Plants that looked like oversized venus flytraps bit at anyone who passed them. The path itself seemed to have changed. What had once been a right turn was now a left turn, and what was once a turn was now a straightaway.
Angel traversed the insane paths, trying to find her way through them. She got lost several times, and ended up back at the beginning several more times. She bit back the urge to rip through the foliage. That just made the situation worse, as the vines and flytraps pursued her with a vengeance usually not attributed to flora. She squared her shoulders and journeyed once more into the verdure labyrinth.
The Wars of the Roses
Marluxia followed Angel's progress with amusement. She was doing rather well, all things considered. He snapped his fingers, and the path before Angel changed once more. This was rather amusing all in all. And Angel was much easier to deal with than he had thought. Now what will she do? he thought to himself, holding the rose before his face, twirling it between his fingers.
The Wars of the Roses
Angel saw the path widening. Finally! She had found the end to the path. She raced forward, happy to be out of this hellhole of a maze.
The place she emerged onto was a rotund plaza, with many types of flora. Angel looked around at all the different types and pondered as to how she had missed this place earlier. She proceeded farther in, pausing to look at all the flowers. The flower beds were arranged in circular rows, all around a central hub, one circle nestled inside another, with about three feet of space between each row for a path. The flowers themselves all looked so harmless. There were hyacinths, daisies, irises, and other flowers all about. Angel wandered about, forgetting about her fight with Marluxia for a minute. She meandered about, until she reached the central hub.
The floral arrangement of the central hub focused on a blossoming Sakura tree. Angel stared up at it. It was beautiful. The trunk gracefully extended towards the sky, the petals swaying gently in the wind… Angel stiffened. There was no wind in here. How could the petals be swaying?
As Angel assessed what that could imply… Marluxia struck. Or rather, the Sakura petals did. Razor sharp petals flew at Angel, scoring deep marks into her skin. She howled, jumping backwards to avoid the sharp blows. She dodged about, trying to avoid the seemingly never ending stream of attacking petals, moving into the flower beds that surrounded her. The flowers there attacked her as well, their sharp leaves biting into her flesh. Angel retreated, her only course of action.
She ran as quickly as she could, but all the flora that made up the maze attacked her, hampering her progress. By the time she got to the entrance, magenta blood stained her fur, matting it together. Her breathing was slower, but was still there. She collapsed to her knees, sinking into unconsciousness.
The Wars of the Roses
Marluxia smirked. "One down…" he stated, looking at his rose, holding it up to the light. "Many more to go…" He laughed, his deep voice echoing throughout the area.
Disclaimer: I own nothing… no matter what my delusions insist… darn…
Author's Note: I asked a friend, one who is a big Lilo and Stitch fan about some details, and he did help. As much as he could anyways.
So, moving on, the killer garden idea… it sprung out of reading the Chain of Memory's manga one time to many. Yeah, I know, I'm pretty sad. I expanded on Marluxia's capabilities a little bit.
My opponent in for this writing duel is Skipper1313. He wrote a very good chapter, and I enjoyed it very much. I thought his idea was very unique. I highly recommend reading it.
I thank you for reading my story, and I do hope ever so much that you will leave a review. Thanks again!!