Author Intro: I'm bored, I haven't been able to copy any new chapters for Only Time Will Tell or anything else to this computer, and I need to write. This is all I'm going to say about the story. Some feedback would be nice, and expect updates on my more advanced Fanfics soon. If it were an existing place, the Castle Oblivion might have seen the sunrise at this very hour. Though due to its not really being, there was no sun, only darkness engulfing the castle at dawn. It was at this hour, five of the thirteen Organization members found themselves awake and ready for breakfast. At the table, each was begining his or her own breakfast. Marluxia, The Graceful Assassin, Larxene, The Savage Nymph, Demyx, The Melodious Nocturne, Axel, The Flurry of Dancing Flames, and Luxord, The Gambler of Fate. "Of this room, I sum up three traitors, a failure, and one who completes nearly all of his assignments with grace." Luxord said with a sopisticated smirk. He was at this moment placing two English muffins in the toaster and preapring his morning tea. Axel shook his head. "Hey Luxord. You're not still holding a grudge that I killed myself so that Sora could kill you, are you?" Axel replied in his usual care-free, sarcastic tone. He was preparing eggs and grits for himself at the stove. "Wait----Failure?" Demyx added blankly. Just Orange juice, egg pizzas, and the daily funnies for him. "Ah, I think you burst Water Boy's bubble, Luxord." Larxene feigned pity for Demyx at Luxord. Ding "I cannot help it if he doesn't realize his incompetence. He was slaughtered by the keyblade master while Demyx was on a mission. No one else in this room has had that happen to them." Luxord huffed, placing the cooked English muffins on his plate and spreading peanut-butter on each of them genrously. "Not all of us are so quick to show that one is the obvious weaker. It tends to makes grudges." Marluxia warned in a smarmish, breezy tone. How ironic for the one with plant abilities to be eating a vegetarian breakfast. "Yeah!" Demyx sided with Marluxia and stood up facing Luxord confidently. But he froze and shrunk. "What's a grudge again?" "Grudge: A feeling of ill will or resentment. Also a horror movie that once again adds to the list of people who are too afraid to take showers in their own homes." Said a sneerish, dexterious voice, coming into the room. It was Zexion, The Cloaked Schemer, reading from his large lexicon as he walked into the room. "Show-off.." Demyx grumbled as he plopped back down into his seat grumpily. Zexion's almost-slits of eyes peered at his peers. "My, what an abnormally large breakfast for you, Larxene." Zexion said with dull shock. "The chicken coop of eggs, nearly the entire pig worth of bacon, four slices of toast, all lavished with butter, more grits than Chuck Norris, and a mug of... whole milk?" Zexion added, counting off each more-than-genrous amount of servings on Larxene's plate. He had used his sensitive sense of smell to determain the kind of milk in the glass. "I always eat breakfast this way. You know that." Larxene sneered, though attempted to appear unharried. She got up from her seat a turned around slowly. "Does it really look like it shows?" Larxene fought back, her curves on her side. Zexion watched Larxene turn uncaringly. "It doesn't show...but with the way you eat each meal, you shouldn't have been able to get up on your feet his morning." Larxene stopped turning, blinked, shocked. And she immeidatly grew furious, static pouring from around her. "What is that supposed to mean? With the way you flaunt your little book, Zexion, you should be in it!" Larxene spat back. "Yeah, and the way Luxord is always trying to showoff, he should be twice as much a failure as me!" Demyx added to the debacle. "And the manner Marluxia thinks he knows everything, his head should be ten times larger as to sustain such "wisdom"." Luxord added on from Demyx. The fight started! "Know-it-all!" "Burn-it-all! Why don't you go talk with your boyfriend, Roxas??" "Ummm....Fat cow!" "Demyx, you weasel! I just defended you, and now you're calling me names?? Why don't you and Billy Ray Cyrus start a band together? You could make a smash hit with "I want my mullet back!" I just wanted to be a part of the discussion. You're actually very pretty! Really!" Hey! Don't talk about my Girlfriend like that, Demyx!" And who said I'm your Girlfriend, Axel? Roxas would be crushed to find that out!" "Everyone that wants to keep themselves out of nothingness, stop now, or forever hold your peace." Came a familiar but new voice to the group. The voice gruff and surfer-like, and the one-eyed face of Xigbar walked into the room, and he looked not exactly like the happiest Nobody ever. Everyone at this point, became silent, as Xigbar had his sniper-guns ready for killing action, and the fight, they all realized, had gone way out of hand anyway. Everyone resumed as they had before, no longer speaking that entire morning until the same five as in the begining convened to the den hours later. It was starting to near lunch time at 12. "Axel..." Larxene's voice came unsure and unconfident. Axel was watching a football game with Luxord and Demyx at the same moment, and cautiously, Axel's head turned to face Larxene. "Do you really think it's all that bad I eat like a.....like a..." She appeared to be unable to find the right word. "Horse?" Luxord suggested while his eyes kept intent on the game. "Cow?" Demyx suggested more offensively than he he probably intended. "Starved Elephant?" Marluxia added third-wise from his chair, knitting a rose-colored beanie cap for himself. Larxene's eyes glared at all three of them, but she resumed only speaking with Axel. Meanwhile, Axel didn't look too sure of what he should answer. He was starting to trip over his words and stumble already. "You don't eat too much...you look just fine! I mean, not just fine, you look good...er...great...in other ways too...I mean the only place it really even sorta shows in the back, but...wait....oops..." Axel then gulped. "Man, he sounded like me." Demyx whispered into Luxord's left ear. "Worse yet, he's just killed himself again." Luxord said point-blankly, as harsh static began to fill the air. "YOU-SAID-WHAT???!" Larxene shrieked at the top of her lungs. Axel double gulped as a single bolt of lightening began to form above his head, and he paniced as it became a full-fledged thick bolt. Within three seconds, Axel's end of the couch was nothing but a burning black hole. The couch was sliced right next to Luxord, but the Nobody appeared not to care. As the crater smoked, Larxene calmed down. "That insulting....errrraaah!" Larxene fitted in frustration. "He probably walked into a corridor before I made that couch a loveseat." "Loveseat??" Demyx yelled freaked-out. He apprently realized only him and Luxord were still on what remained of the couch. "Do not even ponder of it." Luxord countered in a manner that implied he was annoyed of Demyx's simplicity. The hours passed, the day went by, and already, it was time for the moment every Nobody was forced to attend in the Grand Dining hall. As Zexion passed Larxene in the hall way, he smirked and spoke. "Try not to break your seat and leave nothing for the rest of us, large-bottom." Larxene responded with shock. She took out a piece of paper, and wrote down: People to kill: 1.) Zexion. 2.) Axel. Author: I'm actually going to do more for a first chapter. Just going to eat lunch and think of what's going to happen first. EDIT: I know I'm updating this for nothing. Simply because I almost never finish Fic I start that nobody will help to keep this thread alive? WHY DO YOU THINK I NEVER CONTINUE. All my threads eventually die. Bah, I'll update it later. As each Nobody took their seats, Xenmas stood up from the head of the table and grinned broadly, but wound up grinning in a way that looked like he was going to go on a homicide raid. 'Welcome again....all of you....to this marvelous dinner...-" And so he went on, pausing for about five seconds between each phrase. "I wonder if the Ham won't be rotted by the time he's finished." Xigbar whispered to Xaldin in the next seat. "If it is, I will release my anger for sure." Xaldin replied in a hushed voice. "-...In closing, let us all...... commence eating." Xenmas finished after nearly fifteen whole minutes. Never such a rush to grab food after those final words. As each member filled his or her plate, Larxene's already piled high, causing Zexion to stare and smirk, the eating indeed commence indeed. As did the conversation. "Hey Lexeaus, you catch the Steeler's game last night." "These greenbeans don't taste half-bad." "Marluxia, you should really eat some red meat. Seriously, man." "Anyone bought Hitchcock on DVD yet?" "Tom brady is back on his legs again. Now is the time to weep, people." "Donkey!" Said the voice of Eddie murphy from a CGI Long-earred equine from down the table. Everyone stared at the smiling Donkey that had shouted his species. That was until Larxene punched in the snout, making it go chair over head within moments. "Everyone was saying?" The night went on until about 9:00, and all members went back to their rooms. All except for Larxene, who stayed in the den, checking over her shoulder on the burnt couch, and turned the TV onto the Tai Chi channel for her nightly exercises until she fell asleep on the floor before the show was even finished. Not a Heckof an ending to the chapter, but it gets better.
Very funny. i like the part about the grudge and people not being able to shower, I lol'ed! Please continue!!
This is where it all gets interesting. As before the following day, only a few Nobodies were up early to start their day. Not as before, were they a total of five. Instead, only Larxene, Luxord, Marluxia, and Axel were at the table, too drowzy to even notice the one missing. "Hmmm..." Luxord finally thought to himself as he drank the all powerful coffee to reawken his mind. "Has anyone seen Demyx?" The others looked too tired to respond. Larxene had deep bags under eyes and her hair was unattended to this morning. Marluxia had hair curlers in his hair, with similiar eye related bags. Axel seemed the only one to have gotten proper rest. "I dunno." Axel grunted, grabbing his plate but quickly gasping when his hand made contact, the plate's lifting end falling back to the table. "What's the matter Axel? Too hot?" Larxene teased, loading up her plate to the usual degree. "No..." Axel breathed heavily, as though in disbelief. He seemed fully awake now. "...it was.....cold..." "You're joking right? Everything you touch either gets heated faster than a microwave can cook a taco, or becomes like that of the human remains in a cremetorium. Of this, I know." Marluxia said smarmishly. After he spoke, everyone looked away from him. No one even noticed the slight, swift vaccuum sound coming from Marluxia's direction. "It is prudent he failed to even get up this morning." Luxord joked outloud as he pushed down the tab the toaster for his English muffins to be cooked. But rather than going to the usual stopping point, without much effort, the tab broke off in Luxord's hand. Without the tab, the toaster began to heat up faster than it should have, growing red hot within moments. Luxord looked stunned from his hand to the toaster and assessed the current problem rather quickly. "Buffet the floor in a manner of rapidity!" He shouted as the toaster rocked back and forth, tossing the push tab aside and slamming down against the floor himself. "What??" Axel shouted back, not getting the rhetoic. "Hit the Deck, Now!" Luxord barked. Everyone did as they were told, except for Axel who was smacked in the face by a rougue rocketing English muffin as hot as a Victoria's secret model. Larxene shrieked in surprise as Axel landed flat on his back, the burninf English morning pastry planted on his face. She quickly leapt to her feet, the last English Muffin whizzing past her ear. "Axel!" Axel! Are you okay??" She hollered down at the limp body. "Get Luforf'fs bfeafast ou of mf face." Axel's muffled voice from beneath the no longer sizzling toast. "He's okay!" larxene shouted to the Luxord and Marluxia, who were just getting up ("Here, let me help you Marl-Great Googly Moogely!") "What is it?" Larxene called back confused. She was helping Axel get back to his feet, and was going to take the probably searing toast off Axel's face. "Marluxia's head....it..." Luxord gasped between words. He sounded paniced, a rarity for him. "Get me a mirror, now!" Marluxia demanded, and Luxord gladly obliged. When Marluxia looked at his reflection, indeed, his neck seemed a bit larger than his head, and his semmed only slightly smaller than its normal size. "Heads don't just shrink!" He shouted, and with another whoosing sound, his head grew slightly smaller. A blank stare for a moment...."Sweet Pickled Patoonias!!" Marluxia shouted at his reflection, which showed a head half as big as it used to be. Even his neck was slightly thinner! "That's the weirdest thing I ever-Ouch!" Larxene began clamly but immediatly became startled when she tried to remove the toast from Axel's face. "That thing feels like a freakin' iceberg!" She cursed, holding her cold hand with the other. "Axel, hold still..." larxene said with concentration, pointing one single index finger at Axel's face. Out of nowhere, a weak lightening bolt formed latterally and sliced the burnt English Muffin directly in half, revealing Axel's confused face. "Holy Shittake, Marluxia, what happened to your face?? Well...more than what happened to it before now." Axel couldn't help but be snide. "If I knew I would tell." Whoosh. A lift of the mirror once more, a girlish squeak and the mirror was a shattered mess on the ground. "Three odd occurences in one morning?" Luxord stood baffled. "A broken toaster, a freezing Fire master, and Marluxia's head has shrunk three times already." "Maybe it's all bad luck?" Larxene suggested innocently as she quickly got through her full plate. She check her wrist-watch and looked more paniced. "I'm missing a show I gotta watch, don't come to the den!" And she sped out of sight, leaving her plate empty. "Maybe...maybe not..." Came a hushed voice a short ditance from the door, and whom larxene passed without even noticing. "Maybe you should watch your own assets..." *** To continued!
Well...it's not my fault your threads keep dying...I know I tried to save 1000 Arabian Nights for you a few times...but...then....I think I forgot about it....and does this mean you're staying?
This is true. In fact, you are responsible for a fair few of my threads not dying. And even though I've started a new story, this doesn't mean I'm staying on kh-vids.net for sure. I want to stay, but if I get caught, I get caught.
Freaking tree! And it was starting to get a bit interesting.....albeit slightly random....but interesting nevertheless.....
At last! An Update! I've got some big plans for this Fanfiction. Like future reaccuring Real-life people as characters. Barrack Obama, Joe Biden, George W. Bush, Jesus Christ of Nazareth (Non-blasphemous of course), Ryan O'Donohue, Keith Ferguson, Robin Atkins Downes (You should get the picture by now), and maybe some other Video game characters. I have yet to decide from the many episodes which have popped into my head without kh-vids.net constantly in my reach. She couldn't get past it. The morning following the strange occurences at breakfast, all Larxene could think about was how incredibly light she felt. She rose from bed on her 12th floor room, themed with yellow bolts on the walls and Olympic furniture, with hardly an effort. It were as if she weighed nothing, this strange feeling was only accompanied by a unwordly rattling sound she couldn't place. All the same, she got up, looked in the mirror, then... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her shouts of sheer terror echoed from hall to hall on her floor, and richochetted it's ear-piercing song from floor 8 to floor 13. Startled by the screams, the denizens of each room, Luxord, Axel, Demyx, Marluxia, and Roxas rushed into Larxene's room to be met by a ghastly sight. "Larxene! What happened??" Demyx shrieked meekly. Indeed, everyone was looking at a freakish sight. A sight usually only seen in horror movies with Larxene's hair on its scalp, a skeleton, with black, empty eyes, and absolutely no skin or insides to speak of. That explained the bone rattling and the light-feeling. But this in itself could not be explained. "I know this is going to sound ackward. But how are you defying gravity?" Uh-oh,...the "K" word. Bad Marluxia. Woosh! Marluxia knew what happened immediately, and in a slightly smallish voice, he grumbled, "For cryind OUT-LOUD!" He sounded like some kind of midget, looking weird to boot. "And another phenonmenon-related question: Demyx, how did you get out of bed?" Luxord asked inquistivley with much success. "I don't know. I wanted to stay in bed this morning, and before I knew it, I found myself on my feet." Demyx replied dimly. "Oh Boo-hoo! Demyx the poor baby couldn't get a few more winks." Larxene's vocal-cordless embodiment taunted haughtily. Neither did she have lips, but yet she talked clearly by just moving her bony white jaw. "I think we have bigger problems to deal with! Who did this?!" She fumed, playing a short melody on her showing rib-cage much in the fashion of a xylophon, using her fingers as sticks. "Wait! I think I know who did this!" Bad Marly, bad. Wooooosh! Marluxia's head shrunk double the pace this time, making him look headless, his noggin the size of a pea. "Craaaaaaaap!" He bellowed in a chipmunk voice. Trying to get over this unfortunate happening, Marluxia went on. "Who do we know that can alter reality?" If Larxene had eyebrows, or for that matter, a face, pure fury would show upon it. Her mouth opened, but before she could speak, we will now change our direction to Zexion's bedroom on the 6th floor. A thickly-fingered, beefy hand opens the door, and Lexeaus walks into the room. He tried to flip the light switch by the door on, but it was so dark, even his gorilla-hands couldn't find the switch. "Zexion..?" Lexeaus muttered subtly into the dark, his voice deep and somewhat worryful at the moment. "Zexion... Are you there?" "No..." Zexion's youthful voice responded from an unseen corner of the room. "Liar. I hear you, Tactian." "What you hear is nothing more than a story, my friend." "A...story?" Lexeaus questioned slowly. He could not possibly understand what Zexion meant. "I will go get the others." And so the door closed. *** Pacing. Every foot paced one in front of the other, as the last pair reached a warp globe, the pair that belonged to Demyx. All twelve hands laid thier hands upon the glass ball with purple swirling forever inside it, all their minds, one inside a skinless dome, one belonging to a Nobody unaffected by change, and two the size of a pea, focused on the sixth floor. And within seconds, they found themselves there. "Everyone know the plan?" Luxord asked everyone. All said aye except for Marluxia. "Marluxia?" Luxord urged with a smirk. "Oh, right. I know it." Marluxia was caught off guard. Bad Luxord, very bad. Woosh. "Luxord you egotistical son-of-a-" "Okay. Break!" And before Marluxia could finish his curse, everyone began to slip into the first door without Marluxia. Marluxia soon followed, and before anytime at all, they had reached Zexion's sleeping quarters, like Lexeaus, to find it completely dark with no way of- click. The light popped on, no one by the switch. "I knew it. My success is so infallible, I could not fail to turn the light on." Luxord proudly pointed out. A moment of temporary happiness. However, there was no Zexion's neck to choke of. Only his lexicon on a desk stood out. "It's about time some one found me." Zexion's voice muttered from the large book. It took no guessing to figure out what had happened. Apparently, some how, Zexion had altered reality with an illusion by reversing the curses darted at each other very much earlier. However, instead of reversing what was wished upon him, it went the way it was, and so the illusion became reality itself. Or at least thats what Luxord deducted, and being infallible, he was right. Zexion comfirmed him. "So how are we going to turn back?" Demyx questioned worriedly. "I know how." Axel said suredly, his eyes fixed on the Lexicon, his hand outreached. He seemed calm, but furious at the same time. "You cannot burn me Axel. You freeze things now, remember?" "Did I miss something?" Roxas suddenly blurted out. He had been speechless from the begining, and now he was finally regaining his mind. "Go to Hell, you insufferable little twerp." Axel shot back. Still, before Axel found his head full of keyblade, Luxord quickly explained since another smarmish remark at Axel had been about Roxas and Axel's close-friendship. Obviously, Axel now hated the blonde-boy's guts. "Anyway." Axel continued after Luxord's lecture. "I don't have burn you. I can do this now." With a smirkish smile, Axel breathed in with all his might, and out came a blizzard from his lips, directed straight at the desk. "Ah! S-s-s-s-s-s-so c-c-c-cold!" The book shook violently on its own. "F-f-fine, just open this book up, turn to page 2009, and read from Section 3, subsection 8." Zexion instructed, and many huddled around to watch closely as Larxene's pointed-fingered hand opened the book, and flipped to page 2009. Luxord recited. "World to world, darkness nor light; create a home and a hope, for our plight." "What does that mean?" Larxene tilted her bony head to the side and inquired. "After the swirling vortex about to suck us all into another dimension called True Reality, you'll figure it out." Zexion answered, this time coming out of a hidden door, glaring at everyone with a knowingful smile. Nobodies posted. >,< And just as a side-note: I AM NOT STEALING MEXONY'S IDEA! You'll get that part later. "I think I am going to be sick..." Roxas murmured as he bonked noggins with Demyx, a blunt coconut sound coming from Demyx's cranium. The reason the Young teenager and Mullet-Man collided was because everyone, including those Organization members who had not been in the room when a shot of plasmic light burst from Zexion's book right on the desk, was swirling around in a world of nothing. No gravity fields kept the Nobodies airbound as lines of black with jagged thorns emitted form a limitless white oblivion. Everyone had been reverted back to normal, Larxene and Marluxia particularly grateful for a normal sized head for one and skin and clothes reformed for the other. Larxene insisted that despite the current situation looked bleak, to poke at every possible piece of skin under her black polyester robes, ... well... not every piece of skin; certain poking would lead to stares and questioning from the others. Axel, however, no matter how glad to be a fire-starting entity again, was only persistant only killing a certain shrimp with Dark slate gray hair... again. He continued to stretch his arms out in frustration at the worriless schemer, as he merely passed the time by closing his eyes. "I swear Zexion, if we're stuck here! I will show you that I left Vexen off easy with the pyrotechnics!" Axel barked, so much his canine teeth almost became daggers right there. Vexen slowly floated by, his long hair over his face, making him look like Cousin "it". "I am so pleased to hear that you made my death so placid, Axel. In that moment, I really thought you were really trying." Vexen smirked in his casually scientific voice. "If I could start a fire in this place, you and Zexion would so be bonfires right now!" Axel barked again, really losing his cool. Zexion's eyes opened in a split-second, his eye contact directly at nothing in particular. "If everyone would please assume the lateral degree I am currently at, we will be arriving soon." Just about everyone obeyed, except for Axel, who was horizontal unlike the others. "Why is everybody listening to him?!" Axel's eyes were becoming like burning flames themselves. "he's the reason we're in this-" Light, true light, and scenery replaced the nothingness so quickly, Axel was instantly cut off, still being on his stomach in accordance to... the ground. And everyone was at least six feet up in the air! The fall would be brief, but also so very painful. For every Nobody, the landing was graceful, as the opening in the bottom of their cloaks acted like parachutes, their feet gently touching the dirt and grass of an unfamiliar place. I'm sorry, but I can't write anymore tonite.
