A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Um… Sorry for the scare. It turns out we have Wi-Fi where we're currently staying. -_-' Anyways, I can still update this story! :D In this chapter, I'm going to be focusing on character-relation and comedy, mostly. …It'll probably be really bad comedy! But still comedy. And because I got a positive review on the Ballroom scene from chapter two, there is some action close to the end of the chapter. Also, before you ask: No, this isn't going to be Dem/ine pairing story. I intend to make them close friends, nothing more, nothing less. At no point will I write them as a couple. C: With all that aside, thank you to all the people that have reviewed thus far. I love you people, you are my motivation to continue writing this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, well… How about we say it would be a very, very, VERY different series?
Namine stood there, trembling and scared out her wits. Here she was, a wanted Witch that had been ruthlessly hunted by the cold-blooded Organization 13 for about half of her short life, had left her only sanctuary to go on an ordinary errand for the sake of giving a present for her friend, only to bump into member of said Organization right out of the blue. And here was Demyx. Agent No. IX of the very same Organization that had spent about a quarter of its efforts trying to capture her, smiling like an idiot and offering her advice for her cake recipe. If she had a heart, it would of exploded out of her chest due to her pure fear. If Demyx had a heart, however, it would've been fluttering in his chest with content with the thought he was probably going to make a new friend.
"Also, to make the batter fluffier, you should put in a good amount of milk. Two eggs are good for an average-sized cake, and I'd also recommend-" The agent would've continued, but he caught onto the younger child's fear. Wow, was he that intimidating to children?
"Um… Are you OK?" asked Demyx, rubbing the back of his head in slight confusion, "I don't bite, just in case you didn't know."
"U-Um…" mumbled Namine, trying to formulate an escape plan. Oh gosh… Why?! Why did this have to happen to her?! She just wanted to bake a cake! Oh God, she was so scared… She wished Riku would show up soon and save her…
Namine's nervous trembling made Demyx jump to a sudden realization.
"Ooooooh! I get it! It's the coat, isn't it?" he joyously confirmed, as he pulled back his hood, exposing his sandy blond hair and gentle face to the full light of Twilight Town. Seeing his whole uncovered face admittingly calmed her down a little. Whereas the logical part of her wanted to run away from the Organization member, screaming, another, more gentle side of her made her want to curl up under her bed-sheets and request the ending to her bedtime story. As gentle as Demyx's calm blue eyes were, however, she had to remember one thing: He was part of the Organization. He wasn't to be trusted.
"It's meant to, you know, 'Show our loyalty to the Brotherhood,' or whatever, but couldn't they just make us wear beanie hats to show our loyalty, or something? I mean, doesn't an entire uniform sound just a little bit overdramatic to you? Whatever, I think it looks cool, anyway. Oh yeah, we haven't introduced ourselves, have we? My name's Demyx. D-E-M-Y-X. What's yours?"
"Trace," Squeaked Namine, burying her face further into the shadows of her hood.
"Nice name!" beamed Demyx, "…Hey! Do you like ice cream?"
? …What…? What kind of question was that…? Yes, she liked ice cream?
"Yes?" asked Namine, squirming around a little.
"Cool! Cause I know this great place," smiled Demyx, picking up a ton of groceries and throwing them into her basket, "It has, like, the best ice cream, EVER MADE," he took some Munny out of his own coat pocket and put it all down on the clerk's counter, "I think maybe you and me could be friends," he pushed both of them away from the market, "And I'm really hungry!" He and Namine were now both walking away, Demyx holding her hand like a doofus and babbling away about nothing while Namine wondered how Xemnas was going to kill her when they got back.
Demyx, really, had found that even though he was a Nobody, he could feel emotions sometimes, just a tiny little bit. Recently, the one he had been minusculely feeling the most often was the one dubbed, 'loneliness.' This kid seemed to be a bit familiar, and gave him a good feeling. The kid smelled like the ocean mixed with paint. He liked that scent. It reminded him of Namine and his old home… Home? Come to think of it… He had the strange craving to go to an ocean, actually. Maybe when this mission was over.
Namine in the meantime was searching her mind for answers on what to do in this situation. On one hand, she was being dragged to an ice cream shop by a member of an evil Organization that could either take her back to the Organization's base, or kill her with his pinkie. On the other, he was sweet as a teddy bear and seemed to have no idea about her identity. The thing with Demyx was that he was very unpredictable. He could be drowning a group of killers one second, then snuggling with stuffed toys the next. It was a bit more complicated to be around him due to that fact.
The very odd pair of Nobodies reached an ice cream stand. Demyx pulled up his hood over his face as they approached a girl with indigo hair who was chewing a wad of bubble gum. She looked up, and the second she saw Demyx, she gained a look of disgust and rage.
"Oh, happy day!" she scowled, "IT'S ONE OF YOU GUYS! Which one is this time? The annoyingly socially awkward blond, the one with no face, the redhead, or-"
"I'll take a hot-fudge sundae, double scoop of strawberry and mint-chip on a waffle cone, an Oreo blizzard, two chocolate milkshakes, an ice cream float with vanilla and ginger ale, a cookie crumble on a sugar cone, four cups of peppermint hot chocolate with whipped cream and candy canes, and two bars of Sea-Salt ice cream."
"How did you know I liked Sea-Salt ice-cream?" asked Namine, timidly and mildly confused, though still making a mental note to herself to lower her pitch slightly.
"Huh? Oh, three bars of Sea-Salt ice cream please, miss lady person."
"Ah! The annoying surfer guy with ten stomachs!" she momentarily smiled before her face turned into its signature frown, "I hate you worse than them."
"That's ok," beamed Demyx, "I just wanna eat ice cream!"
"Tch," she glared, "Alright, I'll get them for you." She began digging through the interior of the shop, putting together the ridiculous amount of ice cream Demyx ordered while muttering to herself about how she hopes he gets fat, or something along those lines.
"Who's the kid? Haven't seen you around here," she frowned, staring down Namine while filling up a cup with ice cream, "You a, 'new recruit,' for this Organization crap?"
"Nope!" smiled Demyx, "This is my friend, Trace!"
"You sure keep around some strange company," she muttered, unconvinced. She got all the ice-cream out for them anyways.
"That'll be 308 Munny… Freaks."
"Cool beans!" Demyx joyfully exclaimed, as he overdramatically slammed the Munny on the table. The blond then grabbed all the ice cream with an epic, cheesy smile on his face.
With that, he marched away with his frozen treats, Namine nervously following him. The pair walked along until they reached a quiet alleyway, with no people in sight. They both sat down, and Demyx put out the frozen treats neatly in front of them. Namine got a ceramic cup of peppermint hot chocolate and a bar of Sea-Salt ice-cream, while Demyx got, well... Everything else. The painter and the musician sat side by side in near silence, due to the fact that Namine was uncertain of what to say, and Demyx was scarfing down all of his food at once, somehow not getting a brain freeze.
It was right at that moment Namine noticed how… Different Demyx was from the other Nobodies. Most Nobodies were cruel and only looked out for themselves, not allowing themselves to get close to people unless it gave them an advantage, and viewed the Organization in a high regard, be it a positive point of view or a negative point of view. Demyx, on the other hand, was open and friendly, and seemed to enjoy people hanging around with him without even thinking about if it gave him an advantage or not, and seemed completely indifferent to his role in the Organization. No sir, just give him some ice-cream, and he's happy. That was strange for a Nobody, and it deeply mystified Namine. Why was Demyx so upbeat when his very existence would be enough to make an average person in his shoes completely miserable? …You know, as miserable as Nobodies could get. Make them sour, let's say.
"Ah, I love ice cream. Yes, yes I do," Demyx happily sighed as he bit into the cone of his cookie crumble ice cream, "I could eat this stuff forever. What about you, Trace?"
Namine's thoughts were sent to a crashing halt. "Err… Y-Y-Yes," she stuttered, "L-Love the stuff."
Demyx gulped down the last of the ice cream and Trace finished her hot chocolate. In truth, Demyx had no idea why he had wanted Trace to be there. Maybe it was the fact the kid reminded him of Namine? Maybe Trace looked like someone Myde knew? He didn't know, he just knew one thing: He was tired of being alone. Just once, he wanted someone who'd listen to him and would treat him kindly for the things he said. Everyone in the Organization either hated him, or was completely apathetic to his existence. He had no real friends, or family. Hell, he didn't even have real emotions. What did he have? Nothing. Nothing but his sitar. He didn't show it, but, that kind of bummed him out. (PS: That's a bit of an understatement, it made him as dejected as Nobodies get.) Could he be alone? Yes, for months on end, but right now, he really wanted someone who wasn't completely heartless to hang around with him. Even for a little while.
"What do you want to do next?" asked Namine, secretly hoping Demyx would remember some mission he was supposed to do and leave her be.
"…Play some video games," murmured Demyx, "At an arcade. Haven't done that in a while."
Namine's interest sparked. Video games? What were those? And what was an arcade? She'd never heard of those before. Were they bad things? Were they nice things? Things meant only for boys? Things meant only for young children? Things meant for older children? What were they?
"What are video games?" asked Namine, curiously. Demyx shot her an incredulous look.
"You don't know what video games are?" he asked, trying to hide his shock.
"Yeah, I don't…" mumbled Namine, "Are they important?"
After being silently led by Demyx, who claimed he was going to show her, 'Possibly the coolest thing you'll ever see,' they reached a giant shop with big, flashy letters that said, "ARCADE!" Demyx walked over to the tinted glass doors, and led Namine inside.
Namine's interest was now fired to maximum capacity.
It was a giant room, filled with strange, colorful machines with children of all ages pressing buttons and moving around joy sticks while urging things on the screens and laughing to themselves. The place was dark, but it glowed neon colors, had glowing monitors and dozens of places to play and snack bars. She could only look. It was quite possibly the strangest thing she had ever seen.
Demyx smiled as he began explaining video games and how they worked. He explained how you took control of a character and played through a bunch of fun levels, but Namine was too busy examining everything. "…Hell, sometimes I feel like we're inside a video game… Hey, you listening, Trace?"
Namine instantly looked up to Demyx. "Huh?"
"…Maybe I should show you the ropes while playing a game…. Wanna play Mortal Combat?"
(-)
"FATALITY! SUB ZERO WINS!"
"Damn it, Trace!" yelled Demyx, "STOP BEATING ME!"
"Maybe you should play as someone else besides Raiden?" suggested Namine, as she selected Scorpion.
"Choose someone besides the God of Thunder? Pfft! As if! I've seen what lightning does to a person! You shall suffer, Trace! SUFFFEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!"
They selected the next stage and began fighting.
She had to admit, as gore-filled as the game was and as scary as being stuck with someone from the Organization was, she was having more fun than she ever had in her entire life. Demyx's fake, hysterical, emotional breakdowns from whenever he lost were also hilarious to watch, and overall she enjoyed the challenge of playing against Demyx.
Demyx was also having fun. He was admittingly letting Trace win the rounds, but just playing the game brought back some feeling of nostalgia. …Of course, he couldn't remember why. Maybe Myde played video games in his spare time, who knew. Still, just the blast of playing the game was-
"HEY! YOU!" shouted an all-too-familiar voice.
Demyx and Namine turned around to see the manager. A short, plump man with thinning brown hair and a dark mustache. He walked over to Demyx and grabbed the recon specialist by the collar of his uniform.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME BACK INTO MY ARCADE!"
Aw shit. He remembered why it had been a month since he last came here. About a month back, he had come in and there was some new video game that Demyx had never heard of that apparently had costed a lot of money to import. Demyx hadn't given a crap about it, and had been hungry, so while eating popcorn and drinking Code Red: Mountain Dew, he had been chatting away to the owner's son, Pence. That is, until Pence's friend Hayner startled him. He had caused the Mountain Dew to go flying towards the new game, causing it to short circuit. He had been banned from the arcade for a year, so far only about a month had passed since the banning, and Demyx had forgotten.
"Um…" muttered Demyx, "I forgot?" It was true, he had.
Demyx's face met the pavement harder than he thought a man like the arcade manager could throw. He slowly got up. His face hurt a bit, and he could feel a trickle of his black blood running down his face. "Jerk…" he growled, as he held his bleeding nose. He heard the door open again and Trace ran out to him.
"Are you ok?" she asked, concerned.
"'Jup," mumbled Demyx, slowing down the bleeding with an old red handkerchief, and giving his signature smile. "I'm right as rain."
Namine gave a smile in relief. She was happy Demyx was ok. He wasn't like the other Nobodies. He was nice. She didn't want him to get hurt.
The two of them walked along the streets of Twilight Town, making jokes about nothing and talking about silly things, like video games, kittens and people. Demyx did most of the talking of course, but Namine liked hearing him talk. He was a friend now… Oh wait…
He didn't know who she really was. All she had to do was remove her hood, and they were enemies again. She frowned on the inside, but she knew that once the day was over, she'd go back to the mansion and… Wait, was that was a good thing?
"So we warned him over, and over, and OVER again, but did he listen? Nope! I swear, Luxord went right for that treasure chest, and it EXPLODED RIGHT IN HIS FACE! Oh, God, we laughed so hard… Not just cause of the explosion, but because he had been so proud…"
?
What was up with Trace? Why wasn't she laughing?
"Uh, Trace?" asked Demyx, "What's up? Something wrong?"
Trace stood there, looking completely miserable. "….Demyx, I-"
"KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EE!"
Demyx turned his head toward the sound. Up on the ledge of a building sat a Wavercrest. One of the Wavercrests he and Xaldin were supposed to kill.
"AW, HELL NAW!" cried Demyx in dismay, "XALDIN! …WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU?!" he moaned.
The Wavercrest plunged down from the skies and attempted to snatch them up with its eagle-like talons.
"DUCK!" cried Demyx as they both jumped out of the way in the nick of time. The Wyvern-like Heartless let out a roar as went back to the skies, getting ready for another aerial swipe. Getting into a battle stance, Demyx summoned forth his sitar, Arpeggio in preparation for another attack. The weight of his beloved sitar fell from the air it was assembled from and into his gloved hands, and it, as always, felt awesome. He turned to Trace. "Can you fight?" he asked.
"N-No…." mumbled Namine.
"Then go hide in-" Demyx was cut off by the Wavercrest snatching a now shrieking Trace from the ground and flying into the orange skies of Twilight Town with her in tow.
"Of course," frowned Demyx, rolling his eyes, "Just had to happen." The agent gave pursuit of the monster and of his friend.
The Wavercrest saw the agent following it, and bellowed out a cry as is used it's wind magic to try and blast the agent away, Demyx dodged the blasts and continued running after it. Say what you will about Demyx, you could not deny he was a quick little bugger.
The Wavercrest screeched and flew down to do a cork-screw attack against the agent. Demyx gripped his sitar and smacked the creature's crown, causing it to let go of Trace and to clumsily land on its back.
Demyx summoned forth a ton of water from some nearby water pipes to knock the Wavercrest around into walls and sent it flying into a book store. He ran towards Trace… And stopped dead in his tracks. Trace's hood had fallen off, revealing honey-coloured hair that went down to her shoulder blades, pale skin and azure eyes. Trace had been Namine. The whole time.
…God, how stupid was he? ...Heh… Looking back…. It should have been obvious. He hadn't been perceptive enough to realize. Oh god, was Xigbar gonna laugh at this one.
Namine was equally as frightened. A member from the Organization had seen her. DiZ was going to kill her! They would have to move, again, start recollecting Sora's memory from scratch, again, then she'd get punished… Again!
Demyx was now conflicted. "Trace… You're…"
"KREEEEE!"
The Wavercrest grabbed Demyx by the back and flew into the skies with the agent. Demyx, mad that he couldn't say what he wanted to say, assembled Arpeggio again and began whacking the Heartless' foot, making it let go.
Demyx began to plummet to the ground, the Wavercrest soaring after him. The Wavercrest tried to bite at him, and Demyx whacked it's face with his sitar. As he descended, he summoned forth some water from the ground below him to slow his fall, and also to make it into spikes to try and pierce the Heartless' thick wings.
He nimbly landed with a soft thud on both his feet, and dodged-rolled out of the way of a wind-blast. The Wavercrest swooped down to crush him, but Demyx hopped beside it and began to bash at it with his sitar, the Wavercrest attempted to whack Demyx away with its tail, but Demyx instead jumped on his back and started striking it on the back of its head. The Wavercrest, highly enraged, prepped its wings and flew skyward again, trying to get Demyx off its back. Demyx's grip slipped, and before he knew it, he was falling again- but before he could do anything, The Wavercrest bit him on the shoulder with a sickening CRUNCH.
"ARUGH!" screamed Demyx, shoulder throbbing with pain. He dropped Arpeggio, and it faded away. The Wavercrest let go of the recon specialist, and grabbed him once again with its talons. Demyx not being able to summon Arpeggio with the pain in his arm, nor the room for the summon, desperately searched his mind for what to do to get out its firm grip. The Heartless swooped down towards a bunch of buildings- and began sliding Demyx through the concrete, hurting him greatly.
It was times like these Demyx was grateful for being a Nobody, due to having a body enforced by darkness. Any ordinary person that had been gripped by a Wavercrest, slammed, and skidded across the walls of buildings would've died as opposed to being badly injured.
The Wavercrest seemed to laugh as it cruelly threw the agent across the walls, amused as Demyx's frame went crashing through wall after wall, face slamming into sign after sign. It swooped down towards a street that caught its golden eyes.
The wind went through the battered agent's hair as the Wavercrest soared down to a street. Demyx looked up to see a sign for apartment condo hanging down a few feet in front of him, followed by another string of signs.
WHAM "Ouch" SMACK "Ow" SLAM "Youch" CRUNCH "MY NOSE!" BAM "WHY" THUMP "ARE" CLANG "THERE" POW "SO" SMASH "MANY" BANG "SIGNS?!"
The Wavercrest took the skies once more and Demyx weakly opened his eyes again. He saw the Wavercrest spin him around a little bit… And throw him head-first into a Chinese-themed firework shop.
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!
Demyx groaned as he rubbed his aching back. "I just recovered," he spat. He was hurt, badly. He had a giant gash on his face, a few broken ribs, a broken arm and a cracked shoulder He checked his new surroundings. A dusty, old, Chinese-themed shop made of wood, with fireworks hanging from the shelves and boxes filled with explosives. How one couldn't have thought of an idea was impossible.
There was a box of matches on a table. All he had to do was-
"KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE!"
The Wavercrest flew in and attempted to do Demyx in with a torrent of wind. Demyx rolled out of the way (In intense pain) and crawled under a desk that was firmly bolted to the ground. The Wavercrest attempted to follow, but due to its large size, it couldn't fit. It kept trying to bite at Demyx anyway.
As powerful and determined as Heartless could be, they were freaking stupid.
"KREEEEEEE! KREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"How stupid are you?" asked an intimidated yet amused Demyx in a hushed whisper.
Demyx would've controlled the water, except there was little to none in the room, the water was all in the pipes, and he was too weak to manipulate it to break out of them. Arpeggio couldn't be summoned, due to the small space, and he couldn't leave, due to the Wavercrest that was still out there, snapping at him.
He briefly wondered how long he'd be stuck under this desk. However, that thought was interrupted by the desk being forcibly torn from the floor and thrown away by the Wavercrest, who gave and inhuman shriek in delight as its weakened prey lay vulnerable in plain sight.
"Oh, shit…" whispered Demyx in fear.
The Wavercrest was about eliminate Demyx when suddenly, a hot-chocolate cup shattered against its crown. It darted it's head towards in the direction of the one who threw the projectile in rage. Namine stood there, about twenty meters away, shaking in obvious fright.
"C….Come get me!" she yelled. In truth, Namine was extremely terrified. This thing could kill her with one swipe if it wanted to! She wasn't like the other Nobodies. She got hurt easily.
The thing hissed with irritation as it approached Namine. It then ran full tilt towards her, roaring. Namine darted past it, into the shop, and panicked. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. Namine grabbed the box of matches off the table and ran towards some fireworks. She tried to grab one, but the Wavercrest knocked it away and bit her on the shoulder. Namine cried out in pain as the Wavercrest flung her across the room into some pipes. She crashed onto the floor with a thud. Demyx cried out something, but Namine didn't hear. She panted and pushed herself back up. Her body was covered in bruises, her shoulder was bleeding, there was gash across her forehead and a cut on her cheek. To think she was supposed to relax that day. How ironic. It was then she saw the pipes and gained an idea. The creature rushed towards Namine and tried to kill her with its claws, only to slash the pipes instead as Namine rolled away. Tons of water poured down from the pipes, and Demyx caught onto her plan.
The musician manipulated the water and blasted the Wavercrest with it, sending it flying out of the shop. The Wavercrest skidded across the faint orange cobblestones, letting loose another shriek. It took to the skies one more time to try and swipe them from the air… Only to see Namine light a giant firework in the shape of a tiger at it.
The massive firework shot straight at it and sent it sailing into the air. The dragon-like Heartless struggled for control, but it was no use. The firework went skyrocketing at break-neck speeds, and it was on a collision course a neon, flashing sign that said: ARCADE! The missile hit it- caused a brilliant explosion. The lights from the firework were spectacular, creating a display of beautiful, bright orange, pink and blue explosions. It was truly a good finale to this duel of Heartless beings.
The two Nobodies sat there, both exhausted. Demyx struggled to stand, in pain. He saw a piece of wood on the ground and decided to make use of it as a walking stick. Namine slowly rose to her feet as well. Both of them stared each other down. Demyx had to make a decision about what to do with Namine. He smiled to himself. The answer to this dilemma was clear.
"So…" murmured Namine, nervously, "What happens now?"
"We go home, obviously," answered Demyx, "You go to yours, and I'll go to mine."
Her face was one of shock, "What?"
"I don't like snitching on people. Now go home and bake your cake. Your other friends must be worried sick about you… Trace."
Namine face took a bittersweet expression. She turned to leave, but then looked back one last time.
"I hope we can play again sometime," she smiled.
"Me too," Demyx smiled back. They waved goodbye and went in opposite directions, both with the knowledge they made a new friend.
(-)
Riku came home to the mansion late that day. He had gotten into a fist fight with a pudgy man who accused him of blowing up his sign. It was only after Riku removed his hood when the short brawl was over, had the man apologised, but told him to tell his 'co-worker,' who also wore an Organization coat, that he would kill him the next time he saw him, or something. Riku didn't care.
He stopped before the rusty gate of the mansion in the woods and saw DiZ emerge from a Dark Corridor, looking serious as always. The red-cloaked enigma looked over to Riku with the same coldness he showed everybody.
"Out a bit late for a stroll, aren't we, Riku?" he asked.
"Went hunting for information. Didn't get any word about the Organization, and I got held up by some Heartless," replied Riku, "How'd, 'Business,' go?"
"Quite fluently," answered the man, expression hidden by the bandages covering his expression.
"What business was it?" asked Riku.
"I learned a bit of information about a young man named Roxas," answered DiZ, "And a few fragments of information on a girl named Xion."
"Roxas and Xion?" repeated Riku, curiously, "…Roxas… that's Sora's name, anagrammed with an "X"…"
"Yes. Sora's Nobody serves Organization 13," confirmed DiZ, "And not only that, he is also vital to the awakening of him."
"And Xion?" inquired Riku, "Why's she important? Who's Nobody is she?"
"No one's," responded DiZ, "Not as far as I can tell. There's something most unusual about her. She's not a Nobody, but she's not whole, either. And just to add to the oddness of her entity, she can wield the Keyblade."
"That is strange," remarked Riku, "I'll keep an ear open for her."
"Yes, that would be wise," mused DiZ, "What has Namine been up to?"
"Told her she had the day off. She's been working really hard, I figured she was tired, and she deserved a break."
DiZ scoffed. "She's a Nobody, Riku. She doesn't feel anything."
"She feels more than you do," growled Riku.
DiZ muttered something back, but Riku didn't hear what it was. Nor did he care. DiZ was a help, but Riku didn't like him. He was too detached, and too mysterious. The second Sora was awake, and he could control the darkness in his heart, he'd leave the man and his shady motives behind forever, without even thinking back.
The two fugitives walked through the corroded gate of the old Mansion and through the long grass. The colossal, wooden door opened with a long creaking sound, as they stepped inside the dusty, dimly lit foyer.
"Namine? We're back," called Riku. Riku's response from the blonde artist was the sound of cups smashing against the marble floor of the kitchen and Namine exclaiming, "Oops!"
Riku shot DiZ a questioning glance behind his blindfold, hoping DiZ might've had some idea as to what she might've been doing. DiZ only shrugged. The two approached the kitchen. What they inside was the most unexpected thing either of them had encountered.
Namine was bruised with a bandaged shoulder, forehead, and an ice-pack tied to her cheek by a smaller bandage. The kitchen was in shambles, broken china plates and various cooking ingredients splattered on the floor, and batter-covered utensils on the counter and walls. Namine was pouring milk into three cups, a black coffee mug, a chipped transparent glass, and a yellow tea-cup with pink flowers on it. On the counter behind her was a chocolate cake covered in brown icing, ice cream, whipped cream and strawberries, it was a bit misshapen, but it smelled delicious.
"I baked a cake," she said, grinning softly, "Do you wanna try it?"
Meanwhile… Back in Twilight Town….
A Nobody stalked the streets of Twilight Town, fuming in rage. He had been stranded there for hours, and now he had one, simple question: "WHERE TH' BLOODY 'ELL''S THAT SIXTH WAVERCREST?!" Shouted Xaldin in rage, throwing his lances to the ground in anger. Damn Demyx! He was never around when he needed him!
A/N: LOL! Well, there's chapter four! I had a lot of fun writing the Wavercrest battle, and the interactions between Demyx and Namine. Next chapter: Demyx gets a blast from past while screwing around on a beach! …More epic than it sounds…. I'm not that creative when it comes to planning ahead, I just write what comes to me. :P
Anywho, the scene with Demyx getting smacked in the face by all the signs was taken from Kung Fu Panda 2, during the Cart-fight scene with the Wolf Captain. And the firework shaped like a tiger was a small reference to Japanese mythology, in which the dragon and tiger and mortal enemies. …Why? Don't know. I just thought it would be kewl. : )
PS: Wonder if DiZ has a sweet-tooth? XD Hope y'all enjoyed!