Hi guys! This is me, parkingLOTinTHEidiot, a.k.a. Hope, with my first story and series--Organization Nonsense. Even though I love writing and Kingdom Hearts and all that, getting this all ready for you to see is kind of new to me. So bear with me, and I promise that this will be a lot easier on the eyes the more practice I get in.
PART 1- PICTURE NOT-SO-PERFECT
It wasn't a good morning.
Then again, Larxene hazily reasoned, there was no such thing as a 'good morning'. It was as much of a myth as the tooth fairy.
She found herself slipping from her dreams thanks to bursts of hysterical laughter coming ever closer to her bedroom door. They ended just outside, the owners of them being--she was nearly positive--two knuckle-headed idiots whose sole mission in their Nobody life was to make hers a living…well, you know.
As if sensing her violent train of thought, for a moment all was eerily quiet...Too quiet. Like a soft, soothing blanket, covering her frustrated yet exhausted body. Too deliciously and relaxingly quiet that it was foolish to not to take advantage of it…she looked past the "danger", whatever it was, to slip back into sleep. Ahhh, sleep. She had missed it so (thanks to the aforementioned two)…
"Larxy, baby!"
Her eyes snapped open. Larxy?! BABY?! How. Dare. They.
She threw off the covers and prepared to lunge, a snarl rising from her throat. "I'm gonna-"
A bright flash cut off her threat. Stunned and blinded, she growled and covered her face with her pillow. Her eyes burrrrrned. More painful than staring at the sun. More scalding than getting soap in the eye. Yes, it was even a more-painful-than-watching-Hannah-Montana-dance kind of burn. Darkness, as said so often by Zexion and countless other emos around the world, was her friend...
Oblivious to her grinding teeth, clinched fists, and smothering pillow, the two perpetrators examined their torture device. "Wow, Roxas, how bright is the flash on that camera?"
"I dunno..." came the mystified reply.
"Try it on me."
Another flash, then a thump as someone hit the floor. Larxene rolled her aching eyes at the stupidity and utter unfairness of this whole situation. But, then again, this wasn't the first--and not even close to being the last--time she'd been through some sort of physical or mental torment because of the two of them.
"Oh man, Axel! Sorry!"
Another flash.
Wait--Larxene stopped her writhing. Did he just take a picture of himself?
"Wow, that is sooome camera..."
Yeah. He did.
"The pictures are gonna be awesome!"
She could hear the two staggering for the door. NO WAY were they were getting away with this. The Savage Nymph growled, then threw herself headlong to where she thought they would be--
To collide with the far wall. She fell back onto the carpet below, her forehead pounding from the impact.
"You no-good sons of-" she began to curse weakly, summoning her kunai knives.
Elsewhere in the room, the two idiots were unaware that the young woman was in excruciating pain.
"Hey, where's Larxy?"
"You actually think I can see?"
As if to confirm this, the Nobody heard Roxas crash into her dresser. Axel laughed at the sound, then tripped over an inconveniently-placed chair and fell on top of her.
It took him a moment to realize he was sitting on something human. Well, sort of...
"What's up, Larxy?" he asked, oh-so-casually.
"Axel, I see pain in your future..."
"Really?" he seemed delighted, " 'Cuz I can't see anything at all."
Roxas' chuckles from the other side of the room made her steam.
"GET OUT BEFORE I KILL YOU TWO!"
Axel, for once in the time they had known each other, listened. Unfortunately, he hit the wall in his haste for the door. Roxas continued to laugh at the sound, it growing more and more hysterical as the chaos increased. Larxene couldn't decide what she wanted to do more: strangle them or bang her head against the floor.
Demyx solved this problem.
"Hey guys," he called cheerfully as he waltzed in. "What's going on in here?"
"I have a new camera with a killer flash!" Roxas piped up.
He seemed ecstatic about the new and potentially life-threatening gadget. But, then again, number IX had always been a strange one.
"Cool! Can I take a picture?"
Axel broke in, still sprawled out on the floor. "Take another picture of Larxy!"
"Won't she be mad?" It was a fair enough question.
"Isn't she always?" And an equally fair answer.
Demyx giggled at the brutal honestly and pure diabolicalness of his next action. "Say cheese, Larxy!"
LARXY?! The name still made her seethe.
"Demyx, if you take another picture of me I swear I'll-"
Click.
Flash.
A new degree of blindness. It was that simple. She screamed and dove again-
To get a mouthful of carpet. The woman gagged and spit it out, vowing to brush her teeth vigorously for the next thirty minutes once her sight was restored.
"Wow. That's some kind of flash," the Melodious Nocturne marveled.
She heard the three heading for the door, no doubt itching to print the photos and distribute them with the better half of the Nobody world. They were dead. So very dead. So very very-
"Yeah, with Larxy you get a whole new kind of Kodak moment."
I reiterate, for the benefit of number XII: it wasn't a good morning.
Seated at a small table in the Organization's kitchen, Xaldin stirred his fourth cup of black coffee and stared off, hating himself for--among other reasons--being up so early. In no ways a morning person, it was all he could do to be up and truly awake at seven in the a.m. Still, it was nice to enjoy the rare stillness in the Organization's castle, too often filled with the chaos and aftermath of number VIII and XIII's half-baked schemes.
He remembered the good old days (a.k.a. six months ago), when he could freely roam the halls and practice his technique without the fear of being the target of some bizarre prank or just putting up with the duo's annoying hyperactivity. Axel had been bad enough when he had joined, but the arrival of the youngest member had truly marked the group's downward spiral into insanity. Becoming best buddies faster than believed possible, they had immediately taken up the task of doing whatever they could to instigate mayhem and create disorder among the Organization, once a perfectly--as their title said--organized institution. They had taken the role of villain from being respectable and malicious and made it…fun, for lack of a word.
It was impossible for him to decide whether he truly hated them, or merely tolerated them for their immaturity. The rest of the group's opinions differed and changed from season to season as well. Whereas Demyx adored them and Xemnas believed they would come around, Vexen hated them wholeheartedly and Larxene had taken it upon herself to murder them when the time was right.
...Speak of the devils. They walked in cheerfully at that moment precisely, Roxas heading to get a bowl of sugary cereal to keep his system hyper until lunch. The Whirlwind Lancer decided to be sociable, against his better judgment.
"Greetings, Axel. Demyx. Roxas," he said dully. Honestly, you really couldn't ask more of him at such an early time. Or ever really, for that matter.
"Greetings, Xaldin," Axel said, matching his dreary tone. He perked up for his next sentence, his eyes literally on fire with excitement. "Look at our pictures!"
Roxas set them down in front of him with as much of a flourish as he could muster, munching away contentedly on some combination of marshmallows and colored sugar clumps. "They are the one pictures...to rule them all!" he said, the words barely recognizable through a mouthful of the stuff.
Xaldin looked at the four photos warily. A good blackmail proofs of a bed-headed Larxene, another of her in apparent pain and vehement rage, one of Axel posing suggestively, and a confused Roxas.
"So whaddya think?" the pyro asked.
"The ones of Larxene are the best," he conceded. He wanted to see the Flurry of Flames naked as much as he wanted a hole in the head, courtesy of a clumsy Xigbar.
"Enough so people will pay to see them?" number XIII couldn't keep the hope out of his high voice.
Xaldin cast him a look. As if he would know or--much less--care.
"OK, OK, we'll just post them somewhere..." Slightly disappointed, the youngest finished his cereal and his friend crammed a piece of toast in his mouth on their way out.
Relieved, the older man downed his drink in one gulp. That hadn't been too bad. He pitied Larxene, really, but was glad that their shenanigans were aimed at him, for once. She could suffer with the rest of them. Yep, it looked like he was Scott-free for the day, so he best put that to good use. Practice would be good, or he could train his lackeys…
He was about to leave the kitchen when the Savage Nymph charged in, her eyes--and face--a red brighter than he thought possible.
"Where. Are. They?" she demanded, her voice as sharp as one of her favored weapons.
Hey, he wasn't about to cross her. When Larxene was hot on the trail, it was best to tell her what she wanted and back away. As quickly as possible. Her wrath was to be feared--at times, it was worse than Saix's.
"Said something about posting some photos-"
"WHAT?!" Now her face was sporting a rather lovely shade of dark purple. He jerked back before she could strangle him, her utter rage going past all common sense. With a shrill scream, she disappeared from the room in a swirl of black, the heat of her anger still left behind.
Honestly. It was too early for this. Xaldin washed out his cup and, deciding that his prior plans weren't the best idea, went for some sleeping tablets.
Somewhere across the castle, below the ground, and in the darkest corner of his small chamber, Zexion heard a scream."GIVE ME THOSE PICTURES!"
Instead of portalling, Axel and Roxas chose to simply run through the halls. Though this made the pursuit easier, the young woman just wasn't fast enough. Come on, an older guy and a kid high on sugar...?
"C'mon, Larxy, gotta catch us!"
"If you call me Larxy one more time I'll-"
The two sped around a corner, Larxene following-
To hit the Superior. Though she was propelled backward and fell on her butt, Xemnas stood his ground, gave a grunt, then glared.
The Nobody gasped, her apology quickly spilling from her lips. "Forgive me, Xemnas, I was following-"
Roxas and Axel turned the corner again, this time walking from the opposite side. She noted, with silent annoyance, that they looked as if they hadn't a care in the world, innocently taking a stroll before their day really began. They caught sight of the two, courteously giving their higher up a greeting. The Savage Nymph thought she detected a smirk coming from the pyro.
"Good day, Superior."
"Axel. Roxas."
"Hi, Larxene," number VIII waved.
"I was chasing them!" she exclaimed, looking back up at the impassive older man.
Axel looked perplexed. "Huh?"
"We haven't seen you all morning, Larxene," Roxas spoke up.
"Yes you have! You two...Xemnas, do you honestly believe them?!"
The Superior was glaring with an increased ferocity. She risked a look at her two enemies. Blast them. Why did they have the ability to look so good?
She did the only thing she could do in a situation such as this:
Grovel.
"My apologies, Axel, Roxas. I have no clue what I was thinking. And to you, Superior, I promise this will never ever happen again," etcetera, etcetera. Anything to get him off her back and mortify her further in the presence of her enemies.
The eye-daggers eased off eventually, then softened into a deep frown. "See that it doesn't happen again."
He rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Larxene gave him a good minute, then she dove at the two behind her.
"THE PICTURES!" she screamed with renewed energy.
Axel, the cheater, portalled with the goods as a knee-jerk reaction. The girl mourned this loss, but was content when she caught the next best thing:
"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas," she grinned, imagining her teeth turning into fangs.
"AXEL! AAAAGH!"
Larxene smirked and dragged the struggling hostage to her room, his screams echoing long and far into the castle.
Now they were playing by her rules.
Demyx knocked softly on XII's door and grinned guiltily into her scowling face when she yanked it open, angry that it wasn't Axel.
"Hey Larxy-"
"WHAT?!"
"-ene. Larxene. Heh he," he scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"What do you want?" she growled, already certain of his intent.
"Well, it's not so much what I want-"
Larxene crossed her arms, her suspicions confirmed. She ticked off her requirements on her fingers. "If Axel wants Roxas, tell him to come here. With the pictures. There will be heavy negotiations."
And with that, she slammed the door.
Demyx sighed and turned. What was it about him that screamed "make me a messenger"?
Precisely fifteen minutes later, Axel busted into the Savage Nymph's room, feeling no knock or call was really necessary. She sat on her bed, clamly filing her nails.
"Better late than never," she remarked, ice in her voice.
"It's called 'fashionably late'," he stressed his excuse with air quotes. "Got it memorized?"
Larxene simply rolled her eyes.
"Where's Roxas?"
"Where's the pictures?" she countered.
"Aww c'mon, Larxy-"
"Larxy?!" she stood up sharply and went to face him.
"OK, OK," Axel held up his hands in surrender. "Give me Roxas and I'll give you one picture."
"All of them."
"How about two?"
Number XII glared hotly at his stubbornness, "Maybe you'll change your mind if you see your buddy."She flicked a switch behind her and one of the walls of the room began to rotate 180 degrees. On the other side a hypnotized number XIII watched a huge TV screen, duct taped to his chair. Number VIII looked confused.
Sugary pop music poured from a speaker on top of the TV, and brightly clad people danced around the screen. At the bottom lyrics kept in time to the song playing in the scene. Lyrics that Roxas silently mouthed. Finally realizing the situation, the Flurry of Dancing Flames realized suddenly what movie his best friend was being tortured under and how serious the circumstances had just become
."'FABULOUS?!' You're making him watch High School Musical 2?! What kind of sicko are you?!" he shrieked.
The Savage Nymph simply smirked as Axel tried to help his friend snap out of it. Quick hand movements in front of his eyes were in vain. Screaming his name didn't work. Finally he began to bang on the TV screen.
"How do I turn this thing off?!"
Larxene chuckled. "The pictures, if you please."
She extended a hand, and the young man realized that he was truly in a pickle. Save Roxas...or keep the blackmail pictures? Roxas? Blackmail pictures? Roxas? Blackmail pictures? Roxas?...
Number XII took a remote from the folds in her sleeve and skipped the movie ahead a few scenes. Unable to get up, a hypnotized Roxas did as much of the song's choreography as he could with his arms and upper body.
"Alright, here!" Axel practically threw the photos at Larxene. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"
The very epitome of cook, the girl held up an objecting finger. "Not so fast."
"WHAT?!"
"I want the camera."
"No way. No freakin'-" Larxene turned up the volume. Roxas was now singing, rather badly, to 'I Don't Dance'.
"You can have the camera," number VIII pulled it out of his pocket and threw it to her. She caught it and smiled with satisfaction. "Satisfied now?" he asked, impatient.
"Yeah, yeah," Larxene pressed a button on her remote and the TV clicked off. Roxas immediately came to.
"Wha- Where am I?"
After the process of explaining what the Key of Destiny had missed and untaping him, the two took off. Larxene chuckled. Justice was served
…Or was it?
The boys lay, bored, in the younger's room. One paced as another tried to shake an annoying, somehow catchy song from his head. How he'd learned it, he had no idea. ...Pink prada tote?...
"We'll just have to find another way to get Larxy," the older decided.
"But how? The picture idea failed-"
"Well, almost. It was a close call, I give you that."
"Huh? But she's got them now-"
The pyro shook his head in mock shame. An evil smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"It's called a copier."
Roxas grinned. "Awesome!"
"Yeah. Now, next time we might have to shoot a film of her to Youtube..."
DUM DUM DUM
FIN...?
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Organization XIII, any of the characters, or the plot. However, I do own two Queen CDs, which graciously helped the creative juices flow. Thank you, Freddie Mercury.
This is from an old file on my deviantART account. Check it out--and the next O.N. chapters--on my name, jackedUPonDRpepper. Oh yeah--and please review!
Soli Deo Gloria )