An animalistic snarl disembogued from my own pyromaniac throat as I stormed through the stone hallways, my destination the room assigned to me three years prior. The sound of my heavy footsteps echoed off the walls surrounding me. 'I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.' I chattered repeatedly in my head in a futile attempt to calm myself down. I guess I figured if I said it enough times, the inconvenience of a kid would disappear into thin air or something.
At this point, I was fuming, my already aggressive behavior amped up by a shitty situation.
I had just come from dinner, enjoying a light meal consisting of about thirty pieces of pizza ("meat lover's galore", for the record) with the nice addition of a couple bowls of ice cream. Yeah, I know, I'm not exactly a nutritionist but it's not as if I'm obese or out of shape. I guess my internal fire burns all my calories for me because I eat like a pig, I'm not going to lie. Yet I never seem to fatten. In fact, I happened to have a rather scrumptious body, not that I'm going to toot my own horn. My highly active metabolism and fast-paced, exercise-inducing lifestyle gave me the opportunity to gorge to my heart's (or lack there of) content without worry, my true masculine nature displayed in these acts.
Half of the organization's food budget was spent solely on me. Xaldin, the man behind how the income was spent, disliked how much money was drained by my invincible stomach and held it against me. But his dirty looks only made me want to spite him and eat more then I would have before hand. Someone had to make some entertainment and stir up some mischief and I was more than happy to take on that position. This included practical pranks and sarcastic remarks, not to mention my disgusting eating habits. This easily explains why I was hunched over the rather extensive amount of food, quite literally inhaling all of it without sparing the appetites of my peers.
Fork in mid-air, my plate was pulled from other my chin, a upsetting scraping noise being created in the process. For a split second, I worried about the well being of our highly expensive table, but I dismissed my concern within the next. Who cares if Xaldin had to pay more money? Certainly not I. Fortunately, Superior wasn't present at this dinner like most dinners otherwise my panic might have been a little bit longer lasting. Good ol' Xemnas was quite unforgiving when it came to unnecessary damages. However, he wasn't there to witness half of the damages within in castle because he was constantly wrapped up in "work". Riiight. I have no doubt in my mind he is doing pervy things up there this very instant. But I suppose it just gave me an all access pass to mess with everyone without the fear of getting demoted.
I instinctively raised my head to meet the peeved look of Zexion. That's right; Zexy the profound dork had the nerve to slant his eyebrows at me, the hardcore badass of the group. Of course Zexy and I were chaps, he was probably one of my closest friends in this godforsaken castle. However, no one could deny that I was much cooler then he. NO ONE.
Sure, I was technically the newest guy of Orgy but I already had four years of experience under my belt (which was studded and pwnsome, by the way) and well surpassed multiple members in talent with element. The flow of n00bs had been slow for a while and we were having difficulty with tracking a decent nobody so instead of the traditional "New Member Each Year" policy, we had a dry spot for the last four.
Being a beginner was odd. You were looked down upon by everyone, and you didn't know why. You also would go through mood swings and cravings, almost as if you were PMSing like a chick. Lexaeus later informed me of this, once I was stable enough to speak to others. I thought I was an abnormality, but it actually happens to every member. Apparently this was because you would encounter something that would remind you of your past. The tricky part was that it would only be a subconscious thing, so you'd have swelling of emotions triggered by seemingly normal things. You'd freak out over something without having a clue as to why, basically. I remember getting a whiff of potato chips and breaking down, sobbing hysterically within minutes. Of course this happened at the dinner table- in front of everyone. To say the least, that was degrading. It was so strange, not remembering anything about who you once were but still feeling like you should.
I became so conflicted the first month that I refused leave my room, psychotic outbreaks taking place as I isolated myself from the world. After a while, the sporadic surges of emotion died down to seldom happenings and I fluttered back down to sanity. No one in the house made comments about my sudden disappearance; they only gave me knowing stares when we'd make eye contact in the hallways.
Another thing about being a newbie was that you were required to share a room with the previous baby of the group. This way you were sought after and had a role model of sorts. That meant bunking with Saix , in my case. I don't know if he's always been like this, but if I had the chance to tell anybody that they appeared to have a large stick shoved up their ass, he'd be my cream of the crop. Seriously, the guy was a major prick. He was a real stickler for both rules AND punishments. It was a given that you rose and fell from sleep with the sun- no questions asked- and if any resistance was shown, you would be given tedious chores for weeks on end. To top it all off, he had the most intimidating scar scratched across his face and if you would ever question its history you'd be sorry. Let's leave it at that.
Where was I again? Oh yeah, dinner. How do I always manage to get off track like that? So, Zexy was glowering at me after stealing my precious plate of assorted supper material. I gave him a look that must have resembled an angry chipmunk considering my stuffed cheeks and position. "Wha-?" I asked angrily, some of my food flying to the middle of the circular table.
"Try not being such a slob." He said smirking, his silver looking eyes flickering to the blob of chewed material that originally in my mouth. An airy snicker was hinted in his voice. " Superior yearned for me to inform you that a new member has been located and attained. He's obviously boarding with you. He's currently in the room." He said, shoving the plate back in my direction. After swallowing the mashed up delicacy in my mouth I mumbled a thank you for my plate being returned. "'THE' room? 'THE' room?!" screeched "No, it's MY room. Mine and mine only!" Zexion only smirked smugly, as if he was proud of himself.
"Anything else, all knowing one?" I sighed bitterly, expecting him to shake his head no, dismissing me to harass the poor fellow situated with me for the next , Zexy smiled menacingly before saying "Water element."
Each perfectly enunciated syllable struck me in the gut as sharp as a knife. I gave him a look that conveyed the message that I'd kill him if he was joking. This kind of thing was no laughing matter. When Zexion didn't jump in with a "Just kidding" or a "I'm just yanking on your chain", a little part of me died on the inside. "No " I began shakily at first. "NO! HELL NAW!" I continued. "Why would Superior do that?" I shouted, slamming my fist into the wood underneath me, spoons clacking noisily from the conflict.
"Organization rules." Zexion replied with a shrug and a frown. Thinking about it, I realized that Zexion's newcomer that he had to shelter was Saix. I figured that Saix was probably a lot different his first month of two in the organization. The mere thought of a weepy, temperamental Saix on his manstration was enough to make me wince. Poor Zexion had it no better than I back in his day. A wave of pity overtook me for the slightest second but I shook it off, focusing on my own problems. I moaned aloud while slamming my head into the surface supporting our meal. My head throbbed from the self inflicted impact.
Many not-so-approving glances were thrown my way, specifically from Xaldin, Vexen, and Saix. Lexaeus smiled, though his eyebrows indicated that he was empathetic towards my situation. Either that or he was worried for the little pest's safety. Zexion abruptly left the table before sending me one more smirk and mumbling something along the lines of reading. Nerd.
Xigbar, the beast, chuckled heartily from where he sat at the table. "No one likes their newbie, kid." He told me. "Thanks, that's real comforting, Xiggy." I said hotly, rolling my eyes. I then got up and proceed to hustle to my domain, excusing myself without further context. I heard Lexaeus and Xigbar laughing at my reaction and begin stories of their times with their newbies as I exited.
In case you couldn't tell, there was basically two sides of the organization. Zexy, Lexy, and Xiggy were the cool dudes while Vexen, Saix, and Xaldin were less than allies. The thought of associating with other humans suddenly seemed repulsive to me and I just wanted to be alone for a while to let this steam simmer down. My pace quickened and I needed to lie down and sleep off my anger.
It was then that it hit me that I had Mr. Invader in my room at the moment and I wouldn't get the solitude I so desperately longed for. It now hit me even harder that I wouldn't obtain that kind of privacy for another year before the tyke got assigned his own goddamed room. It then hit me the hardest when I realized that he, being a water element, would totally dampen my life until he left. With all these hits, I practically staggered down the hallway.
As I neared my section of the castle, it became more and more cold. I felt the uncomfortable moisture in the air sticking to me already and my room was more than fifty feet away. I fume while I go over my head all the excuses to hate him. For one, I need it dry in order to perform my best, let alone feel comfy sleeping in my boxers. Another snarl surfaced.
I strode over to my door and flung it open to see a boy sitting criss-cross applesauce on a blow up mattress located on the floor, a look of pure concentration visible on his child-like face. In between his index finger and thumb was a small amount of water that he was staring at intensely. With further inspection, I saw that he was molding the liquid into little figurines. First, he created a guitar looking instrument. Then, he made a music note, I'm not all to sure what it was called because I was never all too familiar with the fundamentals of music, only that it was awesome to jam to. Next was a pair of headphones. Each figure was created with impeccable detail. The boy had talent, I'd give him that. This still didn't change the fact that he was a water user; that fact was not going to fly well with me.
Never before had I considered the plain liquid called water beautiful except maybe at a sunset when the sun seems to catch it on fire.
Fire was where it was at. The way it flickered and danced, seducing one so easily by its comforting warmth. The most beautiful of all was that, if you came too near, it would attack with ease, and there'd be often-deadly outcomes. I thought that its danger was just another part of its artistry.
Although I preferred fire over anything, heat was a close second. Anything hot, really, seemed to draw me in like a moth to a light. When Vexen cooked I was never too far away, entranced by the sizzling pan or baking oven, despite how much I despised his company. Lava, I found, was marvelous as well. I encountered it once on a raid for in a tropical island called Kaua'i. I tried to control it but it had a mind of its own, swooping all over the place like a snake, weaving here and there, ready to strike yet incredibly whimsical. I gave myself third degree burns that day but it was worth it. Lexaeus had a nice long talk with me after treating my injuries about self-control and suicidal thoughts. I explained to him that I wasn't attempting to commit suicide, just trying to get a thrill. I certainly received what I hoped for. He, along with Xiggy and Zexy, told me I was crazy and made a suggestion to Superior that I shouldn't be enabled to visit any volcanic areas. With my dumb luck, Superior agreed and I was banished from experiencing such an awesome thing ever again.
After the third shape he had made, I lost interest and coughed to get the attention I constantly starved for.
"Huh?" He shouted frantically, his eyes wide from shock and his once rock solid concentration shattered. The orb of water he so easily manipulated splashed on the front of his robe and darkened the already black material. "Ah, fish sticks and tarter sauce!" he exclaimed and jumped up from the low-leveled mattress. I heard it slosh from the loss of pressure and twitched. What I had originally thought was a harmless little blow up mattress turned out to be filled with water. Great.
"Dude, that's not cool!" He whined, throwing his hands in the air. "Now I'll get sick." He slumped his head forward and sighed, whimpering slightly as he did. I snorted at his utterly pathetic behavior, and then remembered why I had come here.
"Yo, newbie! What makes you think you can stroll in my room and think about using water?" I demand, taking steps toward the kid. "I, I don't know. I just thought that maybe, uhhh, maybe, uhhh, maybe-" He said in super-speed before finally just staring up at me, no explanation to be given. He sounded as if he was in freezing temperatures and was so cold that his teeth were chattering. If any one had the right to feel that way, it was I.
I did not mix well with any temperatures below seventy-five degrees and most definitely didn't appreciate the boy intruding my personal living space and making it moist and cool. I didn't have the patience at the moment to deal with the kid's rambling so I replied with a temperamental "Whatever. Just don't get on my nerves, got it memorized?"
With that said, I shuffled over to my drawer and pulled out my loose fitting pajama bottoms and a black wife beater, skipping on wearing just my boxers as I normally did because of my company. I made my way to the bathroom down the hall before mumbling "Get changed, I got some clothes you can wear in there." To the boy and departing the room.
In the restroom, I changed as quick as possible, although it was always a pain to remove the hooded robe that was uniform. After I was done, I took a good long look in the mirror, sizing myself up before brushing my teeth and running a hand through my messy red hair before heading back to the room. I knocked once before entering without waiting to be invited. Here, I saw the kid sitting on his little mattress, hugging a stuffed fish tightly. He was garbed in a pair of blue shorts (with rubber duck print) and a long sleeve shirt. I raised an eyebrow, wondering where he had gotten those clothing and he shrugged before saying a nonchalant "I was wearing this under the robe... I'm not entirely sure why. I can't remember a lot of things..."
I frowned but none-the-less plopped down on my red-sheeted mattress, my butt sinking into the plush foam until it was submersed completely. "What's your name?" I question after a long moment of awkward silence. "Demyx." He beamed brightly, his eyes closed completely while he displayed his set of pearly whites. He was forced to tilt his head upwards thanks to the lack of elevation in his temporary waterbed. I noticed that his mattress was naked of normal casualties such as pillows and blankets, but he didn't complain as he lay his back against the material, the liquid inside making another splashing sound that unsettled me. He yawned loudly and stared at the ceiling of our room before saying, "You know, people are supposed to introduce themselves when they ask someone else's name."
He was right, but I wouldn't admit it. "People are also supposed to take consideration of how their actions might affect others but you didn't seem to care when you brought water in here." was my response. I realized that I was being a real asshole but I didn't really care, my foul mood the only thing to blame for my rude behavior.
He made a high-pitched groaning sound, seemingly interpreting a puppy. "What's the big deal anyway? It's not like my water's hurting you or anything." follows after the odd sound. It was at this moment that I realized his situation. He was acting uncannily perky for someone who should probably be going through fits. It was unbelievable how calm and unmoved he was being. I personally might as well have been four years old with teh tantrums I threw my first night.
I laid back and faced the ceiling, explaining this in a non-negative but strictly factual manner. "This castle has no heating system. This isn't a problem for most sections, as the sun heats it up at daylight and it lasts throughout the night. However, ours is underground and untouched by any of the sun's gracious rays. This means that it has no chance to heat up in the first place, making it unusually chilly. When you add water to the picture, it only gets worse; Cave like, almost. I wouldn't be surprised if a thin sheet of ice will be on the floor tomorrow. "
For some reason, Superior had assigned me the coldest part of the castle. I guess he assumed I could always warm myself. Which, I guess I could but then all my stuff would be scorched. "O-o-o-oh." Demyx replied simply. I lulled my head to the side to see him shivering violently, almost appearing to be convulsing. A hearty sigh escaped my lips and I patted the seat next to me. "Come on." With that prompt, he gave me a thankful look and scurried over to my side of the room, tripping several times in his haste.
He curled up in a ball at the edge of my bed, sighing in content as he hugged his knees to his chest, his stuffed fish still in his clutches. After a few minutes, I guess he craved more warmth and burrowed under the brightly colored comforter, submerging himself completely under the blanket. I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but compare my new acquaintance with that of a puppy again. I've always wanted a pet, so maybe having my own little doggie as a roommate. wouldn't be too bad. As long as he picked up his own poop, that is.
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