Figments of Your Imagination chapter 6

Here it is...I took a big break from this to formulate a good ending.

~~Figments of Your Imagination~~
~~Chapter 6~~
~~Medy~~

As Marluxia came out of the Corridor of Darkness, his instincts told him to hold his breath; lucky thing he trusted them, because he had ended up in Atlantica. It wouldn't be long before he ran out of breath, so he did the only thing he could.

"Poof!"

Smoke swirled up from the ocean floor; Marluxia had transformed himself into a Merman. Chuckling, he thought to himself, 'So, where's Zexy's newest illusion?' He decided to investigate, and swam off. He found it quite easy with his new appearance.

Water lapped on him, over him, and through him as he continued down the sea floor. Not even paying attention at one point, he swam straight into a school of fish.

"Alright, class. The quadratic formula has to do with the blujeebles of mathematic blah-blah-blahs. To do this equation, you need to square the mimimimimimimi, then subtract the oompa. Next, we must- AAUUUUGGHHHHHH!" the teacher screamed out as Marluxia came crashing through the "classroom." The students scattered, glad that something had interrupted their class; better than listening to their teacher ramble on about math stuff all day long.

Marluxia passed on by, and absent-mindedly swam into a cave. A boulder was laying by the entrance, and Marluxia went in without really noticing it. Inside, he saw another Merman floating, his back to him. A blond mullet flowed down his neck. Instantly recognizing him, Marluxia said, "Demyx...please let it be you."

Chuckling, Demyx turned around. "Haven't you learned by now that I'm one of Zexion's illusions?"

Marluxia summoned his scythe. "I can always hold onto hope."

Demyx's sitar appeared in his hands. "Then I shall make that hope crumble." He immediately started playing a few rifts on his weapon. The sheer sound made Marluxia have to cover his ears to block out the sound.

After that, he felt something jam into his gut; it was the sitar. Demyx had stopped playing when Marluxia had covered his ears...and left himself wide open. Marly crumbled to the ground. Demyx laughed. "Oh...I still haven't properly introduced myself wait!"

Marluxia groaned. This Demyx was more annoying than the real one. "My name is Medy. Got it memorized?"

Chuckling, Marluxia struggled up. "Hey...that's Axel's line..."

Medy growled, and smashed Marluxia into the rocks using his sitar. "See if I really care." He stepped up to Marluxia. "I don't care if I'm using someone else's line. It all means the same. Like your death to me!" He jammed the sharp end of his sitar into Marluxia's back. He screeched as blood began to ooze out of his wound. To him, the floor began to melt away. He fell through.

Marluxia was falling through an endless black oblivion. Voices began to swirl all around him.

"Gay!"

"Flower freak!"

"Weak little flower dependant weirdo!"

And perhaps the most insulting of all: Xemnas's voice rang out. "As much as I don't want to, welcome to the Organization. You're the only one who has different powers, even if you can't fight to save your life."

"Xemnas...why you little..." Marluxia's hands began to curl into fists. "You...

"AAARRRGGHHH!" He shot up, both arms outstretched. There was a smashing noise, then a grunt.

Marluxia blinked, and saw Medy up against a wall, huffing. He slid down it, but quickly got back to his feet. A look of bewilderment was on his face. "How...?!" His opponent just smirked. "Don't ask me...even I don't know."

"But…you were dead...You were disappearing!"

"Not anymore."

Marluxia came at Medy with his scythe, and slashed at his chest; Medy parried with his sitar, then tried to punch him; Marluxia caught the fist with his own hand, and pushed it back. There was a crack as his wrist broke.

Screaming, Medy reeled back clutching his hand, eyes wider than dishes. His pain soon turned into boiling anger, and he grabbed his sitar with his unbroken hand. With a look of pure resentment on his face, he swung it full-force at Marluxia; and it made contact with his cheek.

He flew to the side, and rolled on the water. All the while, he managed to keep hold of his scythe, and when Medy came charging up, he used it to his advantage. As Medy came upon him, he made a wild swing.

"Urk!"

Medy's eyes were wide as he stumbled back. Blood gushed from his chest. His teeth gritted as he stared at Marluxia. “How…?â€

Marluxia grinned. “Luck’s on my side. Not on yours, though.â€

But Medy just began to giggle. “You know so little.†He took his sitar back up, and began to play on it faster than before. His wounds started to heal. The cuts were erased from his body, and the blood was sucked back in.

“Time for round two.â€

He jumped over to Marluxia, and kicked him in the gut. Flower Power stumbled back, but recovered in time to block Medy’s oncoming assault. Scythe and sitar clashed together, sparks flying from the impact; both enemies growled, clearly despising the other. Medy was the first to leap back; this was to his disadvantage.

As he soared through the water, Marluxia speedily calculated where he would land and swam over there with much more agility than he thought he had. When Medy came down, he was slashed into two parts. Grimacing, he willed his hand to play the sitar that was crashing into the sand. As it happened, Medy came back together, seemingly unharmed.

“This is getting rather annoying,†Marluxia muttered.

“I whole-heartedly agree.â€

“Please…you don’t have a heart.†He lunged at Medy, but instead of slicing him into sashimi again, he kicked off of his chest.

“What?!†Medy yelled out as he watched the scene unfold before his helpless eyes. Marluxia did the only sensible thing, and smashed the sitar into pieces. “NOOOOOOOOOO!â€

Medy tried to hit Marluxia in the back; but Flower Power was too fast for him to handle. The head of his scythe went through the part of his body where his heart should’ve been. Another “Urk!†was released from Medy as he disappeared…sitar as well.

Marluxia took in a deep breath.

“Well done. You should applaud yourself.â€

Marluxia looked up the wall, and noticed Zexion sitting there, smiling. “You know, Medy was the hardest, and you figured out a way to beat him. Congratulations.

“Are you rea-â€

“NO MORE ILLUSIONS!†Marluxia screeched. He swam up towards Zexion, whose face became pale quickly. He created a Corridor of Darkness and fled through it; Marluxia followed.

~~End of Chapter 6~~

There we go. Big battle is coming up in the next few chapters.