Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Sick Day ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Part 4

 

Morgana Maeve

 

One freakin' year later, and we have four chapters. I'm a failure at life!

 

Anyway, I was accepted into college! I might be a failure, but I do have a future! -brick'd-

 

Birthday is also tomorrow, so here's my gift to you guys for putting up with me for three years now.

 

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn it all. Square and Disney own everything.

 

(oOo)

 

After the awkward story came an awkward pause, a pregnant silence that screamed obscenities into the air and then gave violent birth to uncomfortable shifts and sideways glances, each Nobody embarrassed for no particular reason. Lexaeus shrugged and made for the book again, and then there was a wave of movement, a great wall of black suddenly popping up as everybody in the room (aside from Roxas and Marluxia) stood up and dove for the book, pushing and clawing at each other, paper-cuts abounding.

 

Demyx found himself with one such cut, a long slit that traveled across his little finger, and he began to cry quietly as it started leaking dust and purple glitter. Xigbar noticed, formulated a dastardly plan, and went over to the hiccoughing Nobody, placing an arm around Demyx's shoulders.

 

“What's the matter?” Xigbar asked kindly, a feral grin spreading across his face as Demyx looked up at him, eyes swimming in tears, holding up his little finger to show him the cut. Demyx was still hiccoughing, body bouncing with each jerk, and Xigbar's fingers tightened. Oh, this would too easy. “I can make you feel better,” he whispered, now rubbing Demyx's back in small circular motions. Demyx shivered.

 

Way too easy. It was almost a turnoff, Xigbar reflected, that it was so easy to manipulate the sandy-haired Nobody. Then Demyx looked up at him again, all pure and trusting, shining bubbles and winking shoujo sparkles blotting out the whiteness of the room. Well, almost a turnoff.

 

“You can?” Demyx sniffled. “How?”

 

“I have candy in my room.” Demyx's face lit up instantly.

 

“You have candy? Can I have some candy? What kind of candy?” The feral grin widened.

 

“A long, thick candy cane with cream filling in the middle. I've been saving it, just for you.” That wasn't true; Xaldin had gotten a lick of said candy cane just last night, but what Demyx didn't know didn't hurt him. Much.

“Oh, oh I want one, I want one!” Demyx said, clapping his hands, and Xigbar led him around the roiling ball of what were now the remaining members of the Organization and out into the hallway, down the stairs and into his room. The door shut with an ominous click.

 

Meanwhile, the other Nobodies finally managed to calm down, and now the book was in possession of Saïx, who looked as if he'd rather tear the book up and set it afire than read from it. He glared at everyone in the room, letting his lupine eyes settle on Axel for one long, sweat-inducing minute before he dropped his gaze to the book, staring at the words in hard concentration.

 

“Do you think he can read?” Vexen whispered loudly to Larxene, and Saïx growled, low and deep. Vexen blanched and scooted over to the back of the room, sitting on Marluxia who mumbled, “Sit on me harder, Vexy, please.” Feeling oddly dirty, the older Nobody slid to the floor, backing away from the flower-wielder. A collective shudder ran through everybody else who had heard him.

 

Saïx cleared his throat and began to recite, following tradition.

 

“Once upon a time, in the woods, there lived a poor woodcutter and his wife.”

 

“Hey, where did Xigbar and Demyx go?”

 

“Be quiet, Number 8, I want to hear this.”

 

“And they had two children, Vexsel and Gremyx. But since the woodcutter was poor, he couldn't afford to feed his two children and his wife, and the time came when he had to choose between them. Being a spineless man, he allowed his wife to talk him into luring Vexsel and Gremyx into the woods and leaving them there to starve or be eaten, and they decided to put their plan into action the following morning.

 

“However, Vexsel and Gremyx had awakened and heard the plan. Gremyx began to cry, thinking all was lost, but Vexsel said he had a plan and slipped outside to collect rocks.”

 

“Wow, this is boring,” Axel grumbled under his breath, and Saïx's ears twitched slightly, a sign of things to come.

 

“That morning, the woodcutter took the two children deep into the woods and left them by a tree, saying he would be back later. Night fell, and Gremyx was scared, but Vexsel took him by the hand and led him back to the house, following the trail of rocks he had left behind earlier. The wife was furious, and she plotted another way to rid herself of the cumbersome children.

 

“She waited a week before trying the same plan again, but this time, she locked the doors before she went to bed, and Vexsel wasn't able to pick up stones to use as markers. Instead, he was forced to use the breadcrumbs his mother gave to him and Gremyx for breakfast, but when night fell and went to look for the trail, he found that the birds had eaten all the breadcrumbs.

 

“So the siblings wandered through the woods, becoming more and more lost, and then they came upon a building surrounded by a high wire fence. Dazed and confused, Vexsel and Gremyx stumbled into the fence, and Gremyx was electrocuted and killed instantly. The old, wicked Larxene-crone that lived behind the fence jumped out and charged at Vexsel, but he ran away and escaped, but not before the Larxene-crone turned him into a warty toad.”

 

Vexen, sitting back in the corner, looked highly unpleased with this, and the temperature in the room began to drop noticeably. Little flakes of frost drifted down from the ceiling, and Roxas, who thought it was fairly safe to come out of his cocoon of covers, threw them back over his body, sneezing irritably. It was still warm under there, and Roxas was just about to drift off into discontented sleep when Axel jabbed him right in the center of his spine.

 

“Roxas, Roxas, look at this! I can make a snotsicle!”

 

“You must be so proud of yourself.”

 

“Come on, you gotta see it!”

 

“Your face is bad enough to look at without the aid of frozen boogers hanging down your nose.”

 

“Would you just look?”

 

“I hope you're the first one Vexen freezes.”

 

“He is,” Vexen called out from his corner.

 

“Good,” said Roxas, pulling the pillow over his head.

 

Saïx looked a bit comical, with his pile of frost making a white cone on top his hair, but nobody dared laugh as he continued. “The Vexsel-toad hopped along, looking for a nice pond to settle down in, and in the end, he found a nice well to make his home. And for a while, he was happy there. But then one day, the spoiled princess who lived in the castle came outside, playing with her chakrams and not paying attention to where she was stepping.”

 

“Why do I have to be the princess?” Axel complained sullenly, crossing his arms, snotsicle still hanging from his nose.

 

“I didn't say it was you,” Saïx said, “but if you want to be the princess that badly, the part's open for you.” He continued with the story. “The princess fell, and the chakram almost speared her head, but unfortunately, the princess rolled away at the last possible second, and the chakram bounced into the well. The princess began to cry, and toad-Vexsel felt bad and went to fetch the chakram for her.

 

“Toad-Vexsel was unprepared though for the onslaught of praise and kisses from the emotional princess (“Like I would kiss a toad,” Axel muttered, pouting.), and she brought him back to the castle to show her father, the King Xemnas.”

 

Did Saïx just glance shyly at Xemnas through his lashes? Zexion quickly documented and noted the instance in his point book. So far, he was beating Larxene seven to five. Demyx and Xigbar better do something juicy if she wanted to win.

 

“At first, the princess was happy with her toad, but as the days passed, she began to get angry at him for no reason, yelling and snapping and generally being a bi-“

 

“You can't say that!” Lexaeus exclaimed. “There are Disney characters here!”

 

Saïx rolled his eyes. “Anyway, finally, toad-Vexsel asked the princess what was wrong, and she told him she was waiting for him to turn into a handsome prince. Toad-Vexsel explained to her that he was no prince, and suddenly, the princess became irate.

 

“`Then why are you sleeping in my bed?' she shrieked, seizing the Vexsel-toad and throwing him against the hard, stone wall where he splattered into a mixture of frog guts and frog juice. The end.”

 

Axel jumped up. “Why am I always the bad guy?” he yelled. “Always! It never fails! Granted, yes, being the bad guy is better than being the whiny, love-struck idiot that everybody else seems to enjoy making me into, but still! I'm not the bad guy. Not yet!”

 

“You weren't the bad guy,” Xaldin said, smirking. “You were the bad girl.”

 

“That's it! I've had it with this Organization!” The temperature, which been dwindling towards freezing, suddenly rose, Lexaeus's snowman melting into a puddle of water. Lexaeus stared at the puddle in despair, raising his hands towards the ceiling in the classic gesture of `Why?' Licks of flame traveled down Axel's arms and congregated into his chakrams, and he swung them menacingly.

 

“Come on! I dare you to mess with me right now,” he challenged. “I freakin' dare you!”

 

“You can't say that either!” Lexaeus wailed.

 

“Number 8, sit down and control yourself!” Xemnas bellowed, standing up, gold eyes flashing. “Stop trying to create an anarchy!”

 

“You shut up!” Axel snapped back, brandishing his weapons. “I've had it the most with you!”

 

“He's just jealous because your ass is tanner than his face,” Xaldin called out, eliciting juvenile snickers and hollers from the rest of the Nobodies. Lexaeus gave up trying to create a Disney-friendly society and silently removed himself from the incoming brawl. Axel whirled on Xaldin.

 

“And look at you and your dreadlocks! You look like you have a dirty mop glued to your head!”

 

“Is that the best you can come up with?”

 

“Your sideburns make you look like a gorilla,” Axel hissed, and then all hell broke loose. Xaldin rushed at Axel and pounced on him, impact shaking the floor, little bits of plaster raining down on the fight.

 

Actually, it really wasn't much of a fight. It was more like Xaldin beating the nonexistence out of Axel with all the other Nobodies cheering him on. Roxas sat up in his bed, sheets bunched up around his legs, torn between egging Xaldin on and trying to rescue Axel. The latter choice would have been stupid though; Xaldin had gone into his `I'm-going-to-beat-anything-that-moves' mode, fists flailing all over the place, and Roxas had no intention of risking bodily harm to save someone who regularly set up hidden cameras in his room.

 

It looked as if Axel was done for, but then he reached out and grabbed one of Xaldin's wildly waving dreadlocks and tugged hard, Xaldin's entire head and neck snapping backwards, but when that didn't seem to bother him in the least, Axel set the dreadlock on fire.

 

That caught Xaldin's attention. Big time. It took him a few seconds to realize it was his hair that was giving off that pungent odor of burnt nastiness, but when he did, he leaped off of Axel, bellowing and roaring, running around the room while the rest of his hair burned happily away. The scene resembled something out an African safari: The rhinoceros, mortally wounded, fleeing the clutches of the lithe hunter, who watches, knowing that eventually, his prey will fall. And fall Xaldin did, right out the doorway and down the stairs, collapsing into a moaning, smoking heap at the bottom landing.

 

Panting, Axel stood up and said, “Anybody else want some? `Cause I got more, lots more.” Silence greeted him. “Good,” he continued. “Now maybe I'll get a little more respect.”

 

“I think your nose is broken,” Roxas told him quietly.

“It's more like it's hanging off his face,” Larxene added, pulling out a mirror from her coat. “Here, look.” She gave it to Axel, who took one look at his reflection and screeched like a banshee, mirror shattering in two. He threw himself to the floor, covering his face with his hands, whispering, “Don't look at me! Don't look at me!”

 

Axel had also carelessly thrown his weapons while he dramatically crumpled into a sobbing heap on the floor, and unfortunately, Saïx happened to standing right behind him, trying to sneak a peek at Axel's ruined face. The chakrams hit him full force between the eyes, and Saïx too fell to his knees, Axel's weapons clattering to the floor some space behind him, black dust and purple glitter literally pouring out of his face, pooling on the ground in a mess that would have to be swept up before it spread everywhere.

 

Needless to say, the other Nobodies were horrified.

 

“Oh, my God, Axel broke Saïx's face!” Marluxia yelled. He had woken up some time during the fight, and even though he had been confused as to why Axel and Xaldin were fighting, he was happy to admit it pleased him greatly to see the red-head have his ass handed to him.

 

“Don't just stand there, do something!” Xemnas ordered, trying to pry Saïx's hands away from his face so he could see the damage. From what he could see, it wasn't pretty.

 

“Somebody get a towel, quick!” Vexen said, quietly having a panic attack in his corner. He didn't like dust and glitter, especially large quantities of it. Even just a drop of the stuff was enough to send him into palpitations.

 

“He doesn't need a towel, you idiot,” Larxene snapped at him. “He needs a broom!”

 

And during this panic, who else would enter but Demyx and Xigbar, the latter looking highly pleased, the former looking highly sullen.

 

Oblivious to Saïx's rapidly emptying body, Demyx said, “You liar. That didn't taste like candy.” He glared at Xigbar, who lit a cigarette.

 

“Hey, you wanted the cream filling,” he answered, shrugging.

 

“And you wouldn't even cuddle.”

 

“You guys are gross,” Roxas muttered, sinking back into bed.

 

(oOo)

 

The `ass is tanner than your face' line isn't exactly mine. It's from some movie or something that I can't remember.

 

And this is the story of how Saïx got his scar. It was all Axel's fault. And the scar that was mentioned back in Part 3 was the scar Saïx has on his back. Yes, Saïx has a scar on his back. Because I say so. His face scar wasn't there until this chapter. (No, that's not an excuse, why do you ask?)

 

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