Chore Time in the Castle that Never Was

Zeixon caught a glimpse of Xaldin and panting from running and squeezing, he shouted from a distance, 'Xaldin, is there any toilets that Sai'x did not destroy?'
He then took a peek at Xaldin's broken artwork and began to look a bit worried.

 

"There's a bathroom still intact by my room."

Xaldin rushed on. He was on the verge of tears. Saix never appreciated the effort and time that went into his art. No one did, they just thought he made a mess. He felt so under appreciated in the Organisation as a whole. Everyone either thought he was ugly or a wimp. All because Belle hit him. He'd get her back. He raced to his room and shut the door. "ARHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Luxord sighed with releif that Larxene had spared his life. He had been pinned close to Xaldin's room, and heard some muffled whimpers coming from it. He knocked on the door. "Xaldin?" "Go away." was the reply between sobs. "It's me! Luxord!" Luxord knocked again. No reply to that.

Slowly, Number Ten opened the door to find Xaldin sitting on his bed crying. "...okay..." he mumbled. "Xaldin, are you alright?" "No." Xaldin said sharply. "Easy, easy, what's wrong?" "Sai'x destroyed my art and everybody thinks I'm a wuss because Belle socked me in the stomach." "Not true. You're not a wimp. You're one of the strongest members of the organization!" Luxord sat down on the bed. "You're still alive, right?" "Right..." Xaldin looked up. "How many tries did the kid take to beat you so far?" "I lost count at forty." Xaldin started to smile. "See? You're not that bad!"

 

"You know, you really are the coolest member of the Organisation." Xaldin smiled and stopped whimpering. "You do know Belle caught me off guard, don't you? Is Saix still rampaging around? I don't know what set him off this time, but no amount of kissing-up is going to get him out of this one. Xemnas is going to break him for sure."

Xaldin offered Luxord various artworks based on playing cards. Each had been carefully made with individually cut pieces of paper in different colours, painstakingly put together to show the picture cards. The king of spades was Luxord himself.

 

Axel was still on the floor, broken up because of his destroyed room. "All my stuff... My games and my PS 2 and my X-Box and... And... GONE!!!" Sobbing. This was worse then his hair being ruined. It would take months, not hours, to get his room back to how it was... He sat up, slowly, his eyes burning with a supressed rage. Oh, he'd find out who did this... And when he did... Payback.

He stood up, jammed his hands in his pockets, and walked down the hallway that was still intact.

 

Saix reclined in a chair in his room. He had carefully avoided destroying the exact place, and it was the only room (apart from a few others, like Xaldin's and Xemnas's) that was still intact. He grabbed a book from a nearby shelf and started reading it.

 

Larxene screamed. Months of pain staking, hand blistering and killing drawings were all shredded to peices under her drawing table. She bung her fist on the floor, which shook her whole room slightly. "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" She cried, banging her fist everytime she yelled no. She fell sideways on the floor, curling up into a ball as if she was dried up caterpillar. She was even shaking a little. "Soooo much hand killing... Why me... WHY MEEEEEEEE!" She screeched, standing up and sending a thuderbolt at the ceiling in anger. Once it was shocked all the lights in her room went out. "....Crap..." She mumbled, but then sighed and sat down on her bed.

"Worst... day... ever..." She managed to write on a large peice of paper, then scrambled around for her digital camera. She shocked her ceiling light again and it turned back on once she found her camera. Larxene took several pictures of her room, including her now ruined.. She took a closer look. Only several were shredded. But it didn't matter, because the remaining ones were bad drawings anyway. "Stupid Saix.." She whined, sitting in front of her drawing desk and banging her head on the desk repiedietly.

 

Saix heard screaming, and banging. Most likely one of the lower-ranked members, they were the most likely to throw tantrums.
He stretched out a little bit more and continued reading.

 

Xaldin heard the banging and screaming, and decided to investigate. He knocked on Larxene's door, hoping she was alright. The damage was pretty severe, his room seemed intact, probably due to the fact that it was near Saix's room. He pushed the door and peeped in. Larxene was banging her head repeatedly against the desk.

"Please don't hurt yourself. Perhaps I can help you put things right. If you need more drawing paper I've got loads in my room. You can have as much as you like."

 

After going to the toilet, Zeixon quietly went back into his room, changed into his pj's and began to walk around the castle, not knowing what to do.
He peeked into Axel's room and saw a shattered room. He frowned a little and going back to his room he grabbed his 1st ps3 and plugged it into his room, feeling rather sorry that his room got destroyed by Sai'x, and left a couple of games along with him.

 

ooc: I just twisted myself out of owe-ing my dad 2 dollars, so now my brother does XD.

bic: "So.. much.. work.. so.. much.. pain.." Larxene moaned from the desk, slamming her head into it one final time. "I got plenty of paper" She muffled "...It was the pictures. I can't remake them the same way. To me, they were perfect. Too perfect to try to re-make" She finished, sighing. She pulled one of the non-destroyed picture from one of the desk and handed it ot Xaldin. "Here." She said, pulling her head up from the desk. The picture was of spears in the shape of a paint brush.

 

Saix stuck his head in Larxene's and Xaldin's room to see what was the problem. Seeing the picture, and the destroyed room, he shook his head. They were just paper with bits of color on them. Why was Number Twelve so angry?

 

Xaldin started to cry. "It's beautiful. Some people just don't appreciate art. You have the talent to draw more. But what is lost, is lost to time. Saix probably doesn't even understand how upsetting seeing your art destroyed is. I doubt he could produce a piece of art if he tried. Poor Larxene. Another unappreciated artist. Would you like me t make you some cookies. They will make you feel better. I'm baking, so you can have whatever type of cookie you like. (Xaldin had a hidden talent. He secretly yearned to be a chef.)

 

Saix chuckled. "Xaldin, I never knew you liked cooking," he mocked.

 

"Saix, get out before I make that X on your face your worst nightmare.." Larxene hissed. She was not in the mood to deal with mimickry or jokes. "No, but thank you for caring Xaldin." She awnsered his question, pulling out another picture of which she drew the whole organization together. She looked at it and smiled slightly. "Well.. at least thi one isn't ruined" She whispered to herself.

 

Zeixon went to his bedroom feeling kind of soppy and as soon as he finally reached his bed, he slammed himself on the bed and fell asleep, hugging a moogle self consciously. On his table was a drawing set on drawing real life figures and he was so fascinated by drawing and writing. In the past he had made novels and cartoons for the other organization members to read, and it was much appreciated, for it was his talent to be imaginative.

 

(Everyones moving there charecters into art and drawing... *eye twitch* MIIIIINEE XD jking)

 

Saix shrugged and backed out. Walking back to his room he sat down. The moonlight dancing through the window made him feel better.

 

Xaldin offered Larxene use of his cupboard to store her drawings in, as her room seemed wrecked. He wished he could recover her drawings as he would have liked to see them. He felt an empathy. No one appreciated his cut paper art. Most people just ripped it up.

ooc: it was set at the beginning that Xaldin likes cutting up paper! :D

 

ooc: I dub thee Xaldin,"Paper shredder" XD

Bic: Larxene looked at her room, then her drawers. They were stuffed with all kinds of things that had to do with drawing. She crossed her arms and thought. "Okay. Thanks.. my drawers are already stuffed to death with my creations." She agreed, smiling at her theory of "stuffed to death". Then an Idea for a drawing popped into her head. She picked up a pencil nearby on the floor and picked up a clear peice of paper from the corner of the desk and wrote in big bold funky letters, she wrote. "Here come the Men in Black" She grinned and started drawing out a few figures in the middle.