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Well, in that case...:sly: *curls up to sleep in Amber's double queen king-sized bed*
Unfortunately, Kairi saw the flaw in the argument and was pretty sure that the defense would've brought it up too. Thinking back, she remembered Sora had said something about the Underworld and how he was tricked into unlocking the Underdrome for Hades when they tried to save Meg while Hercules was busy dealing with the Hydra. And there was a time before that when they were being chased by Cerberus and Sora had to unlock another keyhole. She wondered which locks Mewtwo was talking about... Naminé grinned at the idea and turned to Kairi. "Hey, Kairi?" Kairi was still absorbed in her own thoughts. "Yeah?" she mumbled. "Roxas and I just broke up!" Unfortunately, Kairi was barely listening as she was still concerned for Sora. "That's nice," she replied. Naminé was stunned to hear Kairi say that. She turned back to Roxas. "Um...I don't think she'd believe me even if she WAS listening."
The Final Night... CRACK! "On your knees, slave!" She adjusted the grip on her whip and snapped it again. "Don't you ever talk back to me when I give you an order!" The slave known as Sora got on his knees and lowered his face to the concrete floor. His chained shackles rattled across his bare chest. "Forgive me Mistress Kairi!" he apologized meekly. "That's right! I'm your mistress! And don't you ever forget it!" The dominatrix snapped her whip again, cracking the air inches away from the boy. She didn't become the supreme ruler of all male kind by being nice. She turned her steely gaze to the serving wench, Riku. "You! Get me some root beer! I'm thirsty!" The slave bowed, his chains clattering on the ground as he trotted off. A sadistic grin was plastered on her face as she looked down on her favorite bushy-haired boy. "I believe I ordered you to lick off my boots until they were clean!" She stomped her foot. "There's still dirt and mud on it!" "Sor...sorry," he stammered. "Stop groveling and polish it with your tongue this instant!" she snapped. Suddenly, the dungeon door creaked open. "Whoa!" What? This wasn't one of her slaves! "THIS is your bondage dream?" This bushy-haired male looked familiar. But only one thing was important. He must be an intruder! Her bodyguards Tidus and Wakka barred the insolent being from taking a step further. "Halt! Who dares trespass in Mistress Kairi's private quarters?" Wakka demanded. "Um...Roxas?" "Foolish boy!" the Mistress yelled, cracking her whip. "You dare challenge my authority?!" The boy rolled his eyes at her with an amused expression. "I hate to burst your bubble 'Mistress,' but you're dreaming." "Dreaming?" That statement took her off guard, but she quickly regained her composure. "That's absurd!" "You don't believe me?" The Mistress pursed her lips in contempt. "Why should I? Prove your claim or I will order my slaves to dispose of your body!" Roxas shook his head. "Fine. I'll prove it to you." He shoved Tidus and Wakka aside and started pacing toward her. "See, since your dream realm is clashing with mine, your consciousness is interfering directly with what me and Sora usually dream." He raised an eyebrow. "Which means that all I have to do..." She was stunned as the entire world before her seemed to shimmer before her eyes. "...is override the artificial with the original." Her slaves, whip and leather outfit vanished in an instant. She was no longer in her dungeon. She was... The jungle was no place for a scantily-clad girl like her. Her tiny leaf bikini wasn't exactly modest, but she didn't have any other clothes. And that wasn't important. A fearsome roar rattled the air behind her. She whipped around, but could see nothing but the environment's greenery. The memory came back to her. She was a fugitive lost in the jungle and she had to escape! Her chest heaved with every running breath as her bare feet pounded across the sodden dirt. She didn't know where she was running off to, but they weren't going to take her again! Suddenly, vines shot out from the foliage and wrapped themselves around her arms and legs. She hastily tried to rip them off, but they were too tight. Soon the vines retracted, stretching her out until she was suspended spread-eagle in the air, feet from the ground. As she struggled to free herself, a lone figure walked into her view. He was in a hooded black cloak and his face was overshadowed. "A virgin sacrifice," he whispered. "Her voice is what we need to summon the god." Turning his head from left to right, the captured girl realized that he was speaking to the vegetation that kept her bound. The cloaked figure raised his gaze upward. "You could never escape from us, Princess." The vines began snaking toward her exposed body, multiple tendrils running across her arms and legs until they rested lightly on her sensitive skin. Giant leaves were positioned at strategic points along her body, their edges almost feathering her. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized what this jungle was going to do to her. The man in the black cloak turned his back on her and started walking out of her limited view. However, the last few words reached her ears and she knew that she was doomed. "Make her scream." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Kairi's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright out of bed. It took her a few seconds to regain her awareness. She wasn't in a dungeon or the jungle. She was in Sora's bedroom and still trapped in Sora's body. The dreams flashed vividly before her eyes as she remembered every moment that she had just imagined. And she was more than angry at the moment. "ROXAS! What in the world is your problem?!" "Hey! You think I enjoyed that?" In response, Kairi lifted the covers and peeked underneath. "Judging by your "Drive Gauge", I'd say you did!" she snapped, utterly embarrassed. "Actually, I think that's all you," he countered. Kairi had never felt so violated in her entire life. "Look, I won't say anything if you don't," Roxas said. Kairi fell back onto Sora's pillow, rubbing her face vigorously. "Two nightmares in two nights. And the worst part is I'm still living in one." * * * A few houses away, Kairi's body was tossing and turning in its sleep. Sora just couldn't seem to relax. Everything that he had to remember and visualize ended up buzzing through his brain. A few hours ago, he learned from Donald and Goofy that he would be returning to his body within the next 24 hours. That should've came as a relief, but the pageant seemed more important than ever. He didn't want to disappoint or humiliate Kairi. There was also the fact that the photo that everyone was worrying about finally ended up on their side. Again, he shouldn't have been worried. It could've been performance jitters or something, but despite Sora's outgoing personality, this was the first time that he was nervous being in front of a crowd of people. To calm himself, Sora squeezed his eyes intensely and tried to imagine the ocean waves to soothe his racing mind... Sora opened his eyes. He was no longer in Kairi's bedroom. In fact, he wasn't indoors anymore. The Keyblade master found himself on their island's beach. Looking around, he realized he was back in his own body. The sun hung in the air as if it making up its mind whether to become dawn or twilight. "This has got to be a dream," he thought. A slight noise behind him and Sora whirled around to see a familiar blond-haired girl. She was wearing a white bikini, but was also donning Roxas' half-jacket over her shoulders. "Naminé?" "Hello, Sora," she greeted, smiling at him. "I take it you couldn't sleep?" Sora seemed confused by the question. "But aren't I sleeping right now?" he asked. The girl tilted her head to the side. "I suppose you are and you aren't. You're more in an in-between state between dreaming and awake." She raised an eyebrow. "You seem worried." Sora laughed at the severe understatement. "Wouldn't you be? The pageant is tomorrow..." He stopped himself. "Er...today?" He shook his bushy head in confusion. "I can't tell what time it is in here!" Naminé giggled. "Don't strain yourself. Time doesn't have any meaning in this dreamscape." "Speaking of which..." Sora's eyes took in the surrounding scenery. "...is this what you and Kairi usually dream about? The beach?" "No. This is all mine, actually." Naminé walked to the water's edge, closed her eyes and felt the breeze caress gently across her face as the ocean lapped serenely over her bare feet. "After being in castles and on the run for so long, I like to relax and enjoy the natural beauty of the landscape." Sora didn't know what to say to that. After all, he also did the same thing with Riku and Kairi occasionally. "Yeah. Sometimes the beach can be so calming that you forget whatever stress you might have bottled up inside you." Naminé gave Sora a coy wink. "So about the pageant. You think you're ready?" Sora's shoulders slumped. "I never realized how hard it was to be a girl." He began counting off of his fingers. "I mean, posture, make-up, fashion, outward appearances..." He shuffled his feet in the sand. "I almost regret sharing that paopu fruit." "I would think that you'd actually be enjoying this experience," Naminé said with a grin. "It's like every guy's dream to get close to a girl as possible." "Really? 'Cause I always assumed you wouldn't want your personal space violated by a bunch of hormone-infested perverts." Sora ran his fingers through his bushy head. "What's so bad about accepting that date, though? Natalia couldn't..." His voice trailed off at Naminé's disapproving look. "Sora. Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Sora and Naminé were silent for a few minutes, the waves of the ocean and the sea breeze echoed throughout the uninhabited landscape. Finally Sora said, "You know, this beach is just too surreal for a dream. Usually me and Roxas are somewhere else." He smiled at Naminé. "What exactly does Kairi dream about anyway?" At this question, Naminé blushed a scarlet red. "I think it's best you don't know." (Note from author: And there you have it. Kairi's bondage fantasy has finally been revealed. :p Okay, NOW the pageant will begin. :D)
OOC: Oops. Forgot about that. :xp: BIC: Naminé gave him a pitying look. "Sora is NOT going to be arrested. This trial's supposed to be about the Organization. Sora's trial has been over and done with in the "Was Sora justified?" debate that aired a month ago. And I wouldn't worry about being sent to the fanfiction realm." She rolled her eyes. "I'd worry more about how all of those yaoi fangirls keep thinking that we're not a couple." Naminé raised an eyebrow. "We ARE a couple, right?"
OOC: Meh. Don't mind Zack. He hates everybody (except the girls). ;) He's just one of those self-proclaimed "evil geniuses" that was forced into his position. He takes his job seriously, but doesn't actually like having to do it. And he has an issue with people (or creatures) with psychic abilities since he used to have the exact same powers (before they were taken away from him when he was defeated). Call it a jealousy tick. :p
Kairi was fuming that the defense was picking on Sora this way. How dare they?! They were doing the exact same thing to him that they did to Namine. They were trying to pin everything on him! And what was worse, they were acting as if Sora himself was not only on trial, but as if he was the prosecutor as well! She looked over at Mr. Birdman. Why wasn't he objecting to the "Objection?" Wasn't this what they called badgering the witness? She slumped in her chair. Was EVERY witness that wasn't a defendant going to be treated this way? Zack wondered if he should jump in and put Xelax in a headlock. Or maybe that Mewtwo. Grab him by that muscle connected to his brain and fling him out the window. They both pissed him off just for trying to act all superior in the courtroom. Like they knew the big picture. But were they even fighting for the fate of the Organization? Or were they just fighting out their beliefs on one another? He felt like just calling on his dark powers and just Mind Crushing the whole lot. Granted, the Pokemon would be harder to obliterate, but Dark still trumped Psychic overall. Slightly bored, he let out a big sigh and began to undress all the girls in the courtroom with his eyes. Especially that Janexna. She looked professional, but wondered how she would look in a bikini... Namine was feeling slightly ticked about the whole thing. They were accusing Sora the same way they were accusing her. Would the judge actually let this go on AGAIN?! Her eyes just happened to look over at the bailiff. The way he was staring at her sent chills up her spine. What was that guy's problem?
*Fakes heart attack, turns chess board around and checkmates*
Man, that stinks. Is she really? ^_^ But the new one should work, right? Where exactly? But you know, that's enough for tonight. *wants to tickle her even more now* I'm heading for bed. Don't think I've forgotten about you Amber. ;P See you when I see you. :dead:
*Fuses back together* I call "Heads..." *watch beeps* Crud. It's already past midnight for all of us. Maybe we should just call it a night. Deb, you heading to the guest quarters Amber prepared for you? Hey, all I...er...he wanted to do was tickle torture her. She's the one who turned it into a fight... *realizes that wasn't true* ...Never mind...:sideways:
Riiiight. You do realize I could've finished you off AND pierced through all your protective spells? But, the fight's over unless you want to continue it... *feels shunned again* I guess Amber doesn't want to soak in here then. *gets out and heads towards Chocolate Chip toilet*
Want to join me in the jacuzzi? ;) *Stops as Debra hangs in the air* Hmm...football, huh? *contemplates* Meh. I'm bored of this now too. *ends battle by firing "Mind Crush" bazooka at Debra's head* There. She'll be out for about a few minutes. *Fires time-delay "Tickle Beam"* And she'll wake up laughing. :sly: I'm going to go fuse back with that other dork and work on those stories everybody loves so much. *heads off*
Unless you have the one thing that can defeat me, it doesn't matter. :p Septendecim Spīritūs Āeriālēs, Vinculum Factī Inimīcum Captent! Sagitta Magica, Āēr Captūrae! (Let the 17 Spirits of the Air that Have Become a Chain Capture the Enemy! Magic Arrow, Binding Air!) *Bands of wind shoot out and wrap around Debra*
*uses cover to crouch and get directly behind Debra* Flans Exarmatio! (Disarm, Wind Flower) *strips Debra of outergarments*
*Eyes glow red* My..."Tickle Beam"...nullified? *Powerful aura seeps out from DF* Fine. You don't want to get tickled, huh? You choose pain instead of pleasure? *Gives death glare* So be it. (voice echoes)"Rastel Maskil Magister!" *objects start hovering around the room* "Āēr et Aqua! Factī Nebula! Hīs Somnum Brevem! Nebula Hypnōtica!"(Atmosphere and Water! You Became a Fog! A Short Rest to That Person! Sleep-Inducing Fog!) *Sleep-Inducing Fog blankets battlefield* *feels shunned* I'm going to go play in Amber's private jacuzzi. *heads off*
Heh. Wearing a diamond cup. :D *wonders if he should bring out the big guns* Nah. I'll do it if need be. :sly: *torpedoes off of wall toward Debra still firing*
Wait. Exactly how old ARE you anyway?! *Uses Strip Beam gun to take the knife's hit* I figured you were around Amber's age. :huh: *Adjusts Tickle Beam's nozzle from "Focused" to "Widespread"* *Wall runs and fires*
:sly: Voice Activation Code: "Inkipium Confestum Weis Magica"" *Activates Invisishield, repelling attack and sends Debra flying* And I haven't even used my powers yet. ;) *fires rapid alternating shots of Strip Beam and Tickle Beam* ...Wait. Did you just say you're not wearing shoes or socks? :blink: Does that mean other than the gloves you're...NAKED?!
