Chapter 38: Having A Wild Time

-April 14, 2009-

Kassy's POV

Sora and Donald stood across from each other, heads turned up and away, arms crossed over their chests. Sylvia rolled her eyes, muttering about how childish they were being.

After a few more heated moments of silence, they had calmed down enough for civility. Elena chose to break the ice.

She jabbed her finger in Tarzan's direction, "So… What's his story?"

Jane fiddled with a stack of papers on the far table, "Apparently Tarzan was raised by gorillas. Communicating with him still isn't easy, but he's learning."

Sora frowned, "So, he was speaking 'gorilla' back there…"

Sylvia rolled her eyes, muttering, "No you idiot. He was speaking German."

I smacked her arm. She mumbled an apology. Jane turned to face us, "Ah, that's right! You're looking for your friends?"

Our spiky brunet friend nodded, "He said Riku and Kairi are here. And one word I couldn't understand."

The Englishwoman smiled, walking over to her camera, "Why don't we try this? We'll show Tarzan some slides and see if any of them match that word. Oh, what happened to the slides?"

Her brow furrowed as she fiddled with the camera. Sora volunteered to run outside to find them. I shifted my weight onto my injured leg, forgetting momentarily the pain.

I immediately crumpled to the ground. Sylvia hissed, all but diving to my side, "That fuck did he do to you?!"

A scrambled cry tore from my lips as she accidently pressed down on my ankle in attempt to balance on her knees, "I-I'm fine! I hit it on the way down from the crash! I swear!"

Donald held up his staff before a green glow surrounded my ankle, "Heal!"

The pain dissipated immediately. With a quick thanks to Donald, I was able to stand on my own, having to push Sylvia away to end her insistent mothering.

Sora ran back in, "They were everywhere. I could only find six of them."

Jane shook her head, taking to slides and putting them into the camera, "Oh no, that's all of them. Thank you."

The first slide was of a man on his knees holding a bouquet of flowers to a woman facing away from him. The second was of a man on his knees holding up a small female toddler. The third slide was of a gorilla. The fourth was of two men in fencing positions. Sylvia smirked. I rubbed my left side, remembering a particular sparring match. The fifth slide was of a large ship. The sixth slide was of a familiar castle. Sora frowned.

Goofy noticed, "What's wrong, Sora?"

Sora snapped out of his daze, "What? Um… Nothing."

I put a hand on his shoulder with a reassuring smile. He responded back in turn with a weak smile.

Jane turned to face Tarzan crouched in the corner, "Well, Tarzan?"

Sora impatiently cut in, "Where are our friends? Riku and Kairi?"

The man shook his head with a sad and confused frown.

"Hey, I thought-" Clayton interrupted the spiky brunet.

"That leaves just one place. Young man, we've been in this jungle for quite some time now. But we have yet to encounter these friends of yours. I'd wager they're with the gorillas. But Tarzan refuses to take us to them." He scoffed, his back turned to his.

Jane's brows furrowed in worry, "Really, Mr. Clayton. Tarzan wouldn't hide-"

Clayton interrupted once more, "Then take us there! Take us to the gorillas. Go-ril-las."

Tarzan slowly nodded. Jane's brows furrowed again, "Tarzan… Are you sure?"

"Tarzan go see Kerchak." The man responded.

"Kerchak?" Jane repeated.

"He must be the leader. Perfect. I'll go along as an escort. After all, the jungle is a dangerous place." Clayton's lips curled into a dangerous smirk.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Oh please. I could wipe the floor with your ass."

Elena threw a hand to her forehead, "Will you ever learn to keep your mouth shut?"

Hazel shrugged, "Do you really have to question it anymore?"

With one last quick heal from Donald, the group follow Tarzan through the dense jungle and climbing up a patch of vines.

When we reached the top of the tree tops, Tarzan jumped ahead, speaking to a large black gorilla.

Sylvia and I muttered the translation under our breath, careful for the boys not to hear. Although after there was a long pause, we immediately had to look confused when everyone began looking at each other.

Kerchak glared at the group before looking worriedly in a different direction. Tarzan led us away and took us to the treehouse. I noticed it was nearly sunset. The familiar cocking of a gun echoed through the air. Donald ran ahead faster than the rest of us, "No!" Clayton missed.

Donald squawked angrily, "What's the big idea?!" Tarzan cried urgently towards the top floor of the tree house. Kerchak turned away and disappeared out of the treehouse.

"You don't understand. I was only trying to... Ah. A snake slithered by, you see. I saved that poor gorilla's life." Clayton smiled nervously. Tarzan shook his head.

Back at the tent, Sylvia was all too happy to explain things. And Jane was livid, "How could you do such a thing?!"

Clayton lied through his teeth once more, "Now, Miss Porter, as I told you, I was not aiming at the gorilla."

She would have none of that, "You are not to go near the gorillas again!"

"All because of one mishap? Come, now..." His smile faded with matching glares and angry stances from all of us. He stormed out of the tent. A few minutes later we heard a gunshot.

Everyone ran out to investigate. Blue and yellow monkeys appeared in clouds of darkness. Sora gasped, "Heartless!"

We fought our way through the jungle, rescuing gorillas along the way. Hazel, Elena, and I began to slow down, our injuries acting up.

When we arrived back at the tent, Jane was nowhere to be found. Sora frowned, "Hey, where's Jane?"

Goofy turned to our gorilla-like friend, "What's wrong, Tarzan?"

Tarzan sniffed the air, "Something coming. Jane, danger. Jane near… Near treehouse!"

"Sounds like trouble. Let's go." Donald frowned.