Murder in the Lounge
By UltimatePalmTree
Dollar in hand, Demyx started across the gray-carpeted floor. He knew it was going to come to him sooner or later, but he didn't care. It was hot outside, and he desperately needed something to drink. Usually, he avoided the lounge, where Marluxia and the older Organization XIII members would be waiting for something like this to happen. It seemed like Demyx's lucky day; no one was around. So, he decided to take the chance at the short cut.
He inserted the one-dollar bill into the slot, waiting for the deuced machine to accept it. It hadn't quite worked as well since Saïx had taken his anger out on it one day, so it seemed to take extra long for it to accept the money. Demyx cast glances over his shoulders in a regular pattern: left, right, left, right. Still, the hall and lounge was silent.
Finally, there was a whir as the bright red letters near the slot changed from 'ICE. COLD. COCA. COLA' to '1.00'. Now… what to choose to drink… Demyx puzzled over the ten choices: Regular Coke, Diet Coke, Cherry Coke, Vanilla Coke, Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Dasani Water, Powerade, Fanta, and Nestea. Finally, he chose Fanta, waiting once again for an ungodly amount of time as it processed his request. Once again, the pattern of glances: left, right, left, right. Still, no one was around.
Finally, there was a satisfying thunk as the bottle fell to the metallic box inside the soda machine. Demyx quickly took it out and uncapped it. Mmm. Grape. He started back towards the other side of the building, drink in hand and scuffing over the gray-carpeted area.
Suddenly, there was a yell as someone tackled the young Oganization XIII member to the ground, causing Demyx's grip on the plastic bottle to loosen. He felt the bottle fly out of his hands, heard it thunk against the carpet. A bit of the grape juice splattered over his face as he was shoved roughly towards a bench…
(. A . F e w . H o u r s . L a t e r.)
Axel was pissed. Really pissed. Specifically at Demyx. Who else would drink grape Fanta and just drop it on the floor for everyone to step in? He scoured the hall with his green eyes and tried to pick out the Organization's ninth member in the quiet hallway. He quickly found him.
"MARLUXIA!" Axel yelled. "Demyx is not something you shove under the freaking bench!"
This was a crackfic inspired by the vessel of evil itself, my school. Basically, I hang out with my friends in the computer lab, and sometimes we get drinks. So, I decided to get a drink one day, and cut through the senior lounge, which no one is supposed to do if they're under senior year. I kept waiting for someone to grab me and shove me under a bench (which is the ritual punishment), but no one did. Luckily.
For some reason, my friends and I were talking about Demyx and the like, and I could so see Demyx doing this. So, I had to write it down. That's the whole story behind this one!
I wish I owned Demyx, Axel and Marluxia. But I don't, so I think I'll curl up and cry in a fetal position now… Square-Enix/Disney owns the Organization XIII members and everything to do with Kingdom Hearts, the original, the GBA game, the sequels and any and all other possible games coming out. The afore referenced drinks in Demyx's soda machine are owned by their respective companies. Basically, I own nothing but this concept.