Let's be honest, no matter how much everyone wants me to own Disney or Square Enix, it'll never happen, and believe it or not, it might be for the best that I don't own it. I would screw the company by investing everything we had into the Hot Pocket companies.
The Organization's Problem
Chapter 7
I can't really think of anything to say at the beginning of this chapter, so… I got the demo for Dream Drop Distance, and it is SO AWESOME!1
Day Two Of New Bodies; Morning: Xaldin/Namine.
"Yes, I get that it can be worse, Namine. *Kupa* My point is I hate being a Moogle." Xaldin was pissed-off at his new body. If he forgot, at random points in the day, he would float up to the ceiling. Sure, to others it was funny, but to the guy that needs to whizz, it's like being kicked in the nuts and then spat on. Okay… maybe not EXACTLY like that, but similar.
"But Xaldin, now you're so cute. And you don't look like you want to eat Little Red Riding Hood. (PS, if you know why I put this in, you're awesome.) Aren't you glad that people don't come up to you and say, 'Are you Jacob's brother?'"
"I hate being called cute. And I am sorta relieved that I haven't been asked that. *Kupa* But now, people come up to me and ask if I can make them a Twilight Shard. I don't really think that someone asking for a shard is a real step up. *Kupa*" He said this last sentence with regret. Regret that could barely be noticed, what with the oh-so-ridiculous voice.
Namine gave him a small smirk. Xaldin didn't like where this was going. Then, she pulled out the big guns. She gave him the quivering lip. If there was one thing as cute as Xaldin, it was Roxas. But if there was something else just as cute, it had to be that stupid, retarded, horribly adorable face that Namine pulled when she was about to ask for something BIG.
"So, Xaldin…" she gave him big, puppy-dog eyes, "Would you do me a favor? It's something only you can do." The eyes only got bigger from there.
"Resist." He told himself. "Millions of male parents everywhere are getting this look as well. Stay strong, Xaldin. Refuse. REFUSE!"
"Sure!" he said. "Dammit." He thought. "Not strong enough."
"Great." She waved him closer, and closer, and closer. Xaldin put his head next to her mouth. She whispered something in his ear.
"… Hell. No. Hell to the N-O! I am NOT doing that. Find yourself another Moogle for that. Nuh-Uh."
Two Minutes, Forty-Three Seconds Later…
"How in the name of God did I get myself into this?" Xaldin thought to himself as the toilet paper finally gave away. The toilet finally flushed.
"Namine, *Kupa* why did you say that only I could do this? Why couldn't you get one of the damn HUMAN nobodies to do this?"
"Because, you haven't done anything since you became a Moogle. You're getting lazy. And you're being a real douchebag whenever someone says how cute you are. You need to accept your new body for now, just like everybody else has." She had a point. What else had Xaldin done for the last couple of days other than nothing?
Though this was a valid point, the oh-so prideful Number Three could not accept the fact of being wrong. Not once so far in his… not existence had he ever been considered incorrect. And he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.
"What you don't realize, Namine, is that I HAVE been doing things since everybody transformed."
She gave him a look that said 'yeah… sure you have' "Like what?" she asked.
Though they were like slits, Namine could tell that his eyes were shifting heavily from side to side. "I've been, um… trying to find a cure for everyone's illnesses. So far, though, I don't have any leads... Or any idea as to what's happened… Or any witnesses… Or clues…" Xaldin went on like this for about ten more minutes.
"… Or if Chocolate Mocha latté is an actual thing… or if a-" he was interrupted be a sudden feeling of being strangled by a preteen, the origin of which might have been Namine, who was currently wringing then neck of our favorite Moogle.
"I get it, you're a damn moron! Just shut the hell up! You don't know anything that could be interpreted as "knowledge" or "helpful". But I don't want to know about everything that you don't. Do you realize that you are going to shut up when I let go of your neck?" He gave a tiny nod before Namine let go. He took a huge breathe of oxygen and started coughing.
"Good. Now come on, we're going to get some groceries."
Day Two of New Bodies
In The Library That Never Was…
"Zexion… what are you doing?" asked Vexen as she entered the marble floored library. She took a few more steps before Zexion answered.
"I'd think it pretty obvious. I'm reorganizing the library. It looks as if it hasn't been done in years." He picked up another book out of a basket he was carrying. "The Art by T. K. Oswald."
"Why?" Vexen asked, giving him a wondering look. Zexion slid the book into the bottom shelf.
"Will anybody else be cleaning it?"
"No. But that doesn't answer my question. Why are you doing this?"
"Do I really need a reason?" He gave Vexen the most unlike Zexion face ever… a cute one.
"Yes. You do need a reason. Now."
"Are you sure that you need one?" Vexen bent down to match eye height with the seven year old.
"Yes."
"Now?"
"Yes."
"And it's going to be about why I'm reorganizing the library?"
"It should be."
"Okay, I've got one. Are you ready to hear it?"
"Yes." Vexen was getting impatient. She squinted at the kid.
"Okay. Here it is. The reason why I was reorganizing the library was becau-"
"Vexen!" The silver-haired Superior yelled from behind the Library doors, "Come. Out. Here. Now."
"Hold on a sec, Superior! Zexion, tell me why. Why?" Zexion opened his mouth slowly, letting a good five seconds pass before he actually spoke.
"I. Did. It. Because. I. wanted. To. Piss. Someone. Off." Several seconds passed before Vexen made her move to have the child in something between a Full-Nelson and a Chinese-Choke-Hold.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" She yelled furiously. "Why in hell did you think that organizing the library would piss someone off?"
He chuckled with the little air that he had left, and gave Vexen a witty smile before he finally passed out.
Literally Four Seconds Later…
"DAMN IT! NOW HOW WILL I KNOW WHY HE WANTED TO PISS SOMEO-" Before she could finish her psychotic rant, however, the Chinese-Choke-Hold/Full-Nelson that she had used on Zexion had returned to haunt her, as Xemnas came from behind and started using it on her.
"I TOLD YOU TO COME OUT THERE! NOW LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU BUTTPIRATE!" But, before she could finish HER rant, Vexen too had blacked out due to lack of oxygen.
"Damn," Xemnas said, breathing heavily from her feat of strength and fury, "now how am I supposed to tell her to start working on a cure?"
Three hours later… In The Living Room With A Slightly Used And Uncomfortable Sofa That Possibly Is…
"… But yeah Xemnas, it's a lot of work trying to do this alone. I need an assistant to help me out with the cure."
Vexen (after regaining consciousness) and Namine (After losing Xaldin at the market) had been trying to convince the Superior that they needed help to do the things around the house.
"So… you," she said, pointing at Namine, "need an assistant for help cleaning, cooking, and other help around the house. And you," she pointed at Vexen, "need help to find a cure. Hmmmmm. I think I know the right guy for the job. I can't believe I'm calling him in."
The two girls requesting help tilted their heads in wonder.
"Who is he?" Both girls asked in unison. Xemnas gave them a forbidding stare.
"What's with the creepy face?" Namine asked.
"Girls, do you remember that story I told you about where I went to ComiCon and that one guy with the ARMY hat punched me in the face?"
They both nodded. The Superior had insulted some videogame, and the ARMY hat guy had turned around and broke the superiors jaw. Later the Superior went to beat the hell out of him, and Xemnas had come back a few hours later looking like he had gone through a paper shredder. When they asked him what had happened, it turned out that the ARMY hat guy HAD put Xemnas through a paper shredder.
"Well, right before we started our fight-"
Namine interrupted. "Right before you had your ass handed to you, gift wrapped, you mean."
If looks could kill, the face that Xemnas made at Namine would have been the equivalent of an atom bomb.
"… like I was saying, right before the," Namine gave her a pleased look, "the ass whooping, I saw his business card that was hanging out of his wallet. As it turned out, he's a professional at childcare and he was in the midst in creating a super infectious disease that could have no cure."
The two stared at him until Namine spoke up. "So… why would we need an incurable disease?"
"No, you moron. He's a hero in the medical field. He made an incurable disease, which means he might be smart enough to make a cure for this one."
Vexen stared at him with plates like saucers. "Wait a sec. You had the living hell beaten out of you by Hershal James?"
"… Maybe."
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait. So, Hershal James, a scientist that created an incurable disease, is also a professional at handling small children, cooking, and cleaning?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get his phone number."
"Well that's okay, Superior." Vexen said calmly. "He and I are good friends. He and I go way back to second grade. A few years ago he told me about some moron that had insulted a videogame, and he beat the living… stuff out of him. I never thought your story and his were connected."
"Wait. You know that Douchebag? Why didn't you think of him before?"
"Eh, what can I say? I forget. A Lot." Vexen picked up the cordless phone and punched in ten quick numbers. Five rings later, a male voice connected.
"Hey Hershal, it's Vexen." Namine and Xemnas could hear a glad voice shout from the other end of the line. "Hey, man. Can you to me a solid? Actually, man, I need help isolating a cure for this disease that I discovered, and you were the first name that came to mind. Yeah. No. Thanks man, I live in that big white castle with that really dark city around it. No. No, that's because of the disease. Thanks man. See you later."
Vexen beeped off the phone and looked at the Superior and Namine with a wide smile. "He'll do it. He says he'll be here soon."
Hey guys and gals! Wazzup! So, how'd you like it? Hey if you liked it, put a review of what you liked, and I'll see if I can add that element in the next chapter. I think that's all that I really need to put here, so, until the next chapter, Read, Review, and just keep being Radical,
RFPR.