This was a little parody I came up with when I was bored. Mainly it has all of the Org. members, cooped up in Castle Oblivion with the flu. Based on a GG episode, They are on the brink of killing each other, trying to prove that they are going to win the Organization's most renowned award. It'll be about 3 parts at most
Flu Attack at Castle Oblivion
Flu Attack at Castle Oblivion
It was a bright, sunny, and clear day at Castle Oblivion. All of the members were currently preparing for the Friend of the Organization Banquet, where one member of the Organization was chosen to receive the prestigious reward.
In the parlor, Roxas was currently sewing the hem of Marluxia’s trench coat. The problem was that Axel kept fidgeting, and Roxas was getting agitated, “Stand up straight!” The blonde cried in irritation. Marluxia then spoke up, “I am standing up straight!”
Roxas glared, “No, you’re not! You’re slouching; you’re trying to pretend that you are not tall. You do it all the time!” Marluxia rolled his eyes as he flipped his fluffy, pink hair. Roxas then added, “Ever since the mailman asked why ‘a woman would wear such high heels’.”
At that moment, Larxene came through the double doors, followed by Axel. The blonde woman was holding a silvery dress in her normally hostile hands, but Axel sighed as he sat down and drank his coffee. “Well guys, I did it! I finally succumbed to femininity and bought that dress I’ve been eying for a month!”
She held the garment up to her, so the others could get a good look at it. Roxas glanced at it before returning to his needlework, but Marluxia and Axel were letting their gazes linger a little too long.
“I thought you were going to wear the purple, silk one that you wore to last year’s banquet.” Marluxia noted as he finally managed to wrench his gaze away. Larxene smugly replied, “I changed my mind, I thought everyone would recognize it. It is such a stunning shade of amethyst!”
Axel muttered in to his coffee mug, “The only thing they’ll remember is the way you fall out of it…” Larxene looked scandalized as she screeched, “Axel!” The redhead merely shrugged and added, “If you asked them the color, half of them would say ‘flesh tone’.”
Larxene’s face flushed as she marched over towards the window to tear it open. “Forgive him Larxene. He’s just annoyed because he couldn’t find a date to the banquet.” Roxas informed her as he plucked one of the pins from his mouth, to stick in to the trench coat.
“I’m just being picky! The banquet dinner is a big deal; I don’t want to go with just anyone.” Axel grumbled as he drained the rest of his coffee from the mug. Larxene swished by and smiled, “You know, I don’t have a date either…”
Marluxia looked up with an inquired eyebrow, “Larxene can’t find a date?” He asked as if this was the bulletin of the century. Larxene looked up at Marluxia with a hint of resentment in her electric blue eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous! My only problem is that I can’t decide which of my many suitors I should flatter with an invitation.”
Axel and Roxas exchanged skeptical eye rolls before Larxene added, “After all it’s the social event of the season…” Zexion trudged in; his normal bed head hairstyle was just as tangled yet oddly attractive as ever. “I guess you’ll just have to break a couple hundred non existent hearts, Larxene.” He mumbled as he snagged a scone from the table.
Larxene solemnly nodded, “I know…I haven’t had to disappoint so many men since Gaston tore down the tavern…” All four of the men’s eyes widened as they exchanged suspicious gawks…
Suddenly, Demyx tromped in to the parlor and asked with a congested voice, “Does anyone know where the Aspirin is?” Zexion asked in a monotone without even looking up, “Buffered, time-release, or synthetic?”
Demyx looked confused at all of this medical jibber jabber and shrugged, “Time release I guess…” Zexion continued, still not looking up, “Capsule, tablet or liquid?” Demyx then blinked a few times before scratching his oddly styled hair with a shrug of, “Gee, I don’t know.”
Axel then told Demyx with a sigh, “Don’t take the one with the childproof cap. You’ll die before you can get the bottle open.” Roxas muttered something around the area of, “Damn straight.” The blonde was still working, so he tugged the thread through the needle.
Larxene then asked with an emotionless voice, “What’s up Demyx? You aren’t feeling well?” Demyx smiled and chirped, “Oh, just a little achy. That’s all.” Marluxia’s head shot up as he demanded, “Achy!? What kind of achy!? Headachy, stomach-achy, back-achy, what achy!?”
Axel then grumbled with a scowl, “Jeez, ‘Luxia relax! It’s probably just a cold. He’ll be all right…sadly.” Marluxia then looked over at Axel with a glare, “Yes, but I wont! I hear a story about someone catching a cold and I get one. I am very susceptible!”
Everyone stared at Marluxia in silence as he also put in, “I have low resistance. I have a tendency to be anemic, right, Roxas?” Roxas then agreed, “You are a hypochondriac.” Marluxia nodded, “That too.”
Demyx’s head rose as he emitted a cute, little sneeze, causing Zexion to reply, “Gesundheit.” Marluxia jumped about two feet in the air and clung to Roxas, “Stay away form me Demyx!” He ordered while pointing at the water wielder as if he were poisonous.
Roxas then closed his eyes in annoyance and asked, “Would you hold still!? I’ll never get this done by Saturday!” Axel too looked up and focused his emerald eyes on the nature wielder, “Yeah, let the poor kid do his work. Hey Roxas, if being in the Organization doesn’t work out, you can always be a seamstress.”
Axel chuckled at his own joke, Roxas too joined in before sticking Axel’s hand with a pin, “Very funny Hedgehog…” Marluxia went on ranting, “If I get near him I won’t need it on Saturday! I’ll be here in bed!”
Demyx smiled with a goofy grin as he placed a hand on Marluxia’s shoulder, “Aw, Maaar,” The pre Madonna recoiled, looking positively terrified of the sick teenager. Demyx then edged away as Marluxia’s scythe appeared in his hand, “Don’t worry, we’ll all be at that dinner. This is just an allergy.”
He sat down beside Larxene, who nodded in agreement as he continued, “Believe me, if I were coming down with something, I’d know it. I wouldn’t risk getting the rest of you sick.” Larxene then patted Demyx on the back, which caused the boy to sneeze right on top of Zexion’s scone. “You don’t have to worry about me. I never get sick.” Larxene told him, oblivious to Zexion staring down at his snotty scone.
“I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” She smugly smiled as she leaned against the wall. As Roxas was leaving the room with the sewing kit in hand he nodded, “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.”
Larxene’s angry gaze followed the blonde boy as he left the room, but soon locked on to Demyx, Marluxia and Axel who were sniggering in to their mugs.
And Zexion…he just sat there…poking at his mucus ridden scone.
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3 Days Later…
On the couch of the Castle Oblivion library sat Axel, Demyx, Larxene, Marluxia and Zexion. Larxene sneezed in to a tissue, her face pale and sickly. Axel was holding the sides of his head, coughing as if he were about to hack himself unconscious. Demyx was sitting there, blowing his nose, and looking extremely under the weather.
Larxene rubbed her swollen eyes and groaned in pain, “Ohhh…” Axel’s head slowly looked up, “Take it next door Larxene…” He murmured with a scratchy voice. She then complained, “I feel hot!” Axel too joined in, “I feel cold!” as he rubbed his sides trying to create some heat.
Demyx then let his hands flop in to his lap and whining, “I feel guilty…” The three continued shivering, sweating and droning until Demyx added, “This is all my fault!” Marluxia then turned to Demyx and shook his head, “No, it’s my fault Demyx. The minute I found out you were contagious, I should have thrown you out on the street!” Marluxia growled as he glared at Demyx.
Demyx’s lower lip trembled and he whimpered, “I said I was sorry!” Larxene took the mirror from the end table and looked in to it with a groan, “Oh, I feel just terrible! My eyes are all puffy, my nose is red, and my glands are swollen.” She rubbed her throat before finishing, “Isn’t amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?”
Axel stared at her for a few moments with the look that said ‘you idiot’ until Roxas came in looking defeated, “I can’t believe it! Namine, the biggest slut I know, just turned down my invitation to the banquet!” He told the four sick Nobodies. Zexion questioned with a raspy voice, “If she’s such a big slut, why’d you ask her in the first place?”
Roxas informed him with a sigh, “Because she is the only girl I know who doesn’t wear a skirt that only goes up to her thighs! I hate that!” Axel looked up at his healthy best friend and shrugged pevertedly, “That never bothers me.”
Marluxia and Zexion silently nodded from his left.
The doorbell then chimed, causing Marluxia to look up, “Roxas, do you mind answering that?” The blonde fourteen year old shrugged, “Why not? Maybe I’ll get lucky.” As he walked towards the door he shook his head, “What am I talking about? If I was lucky, I’d be shacking up with Paris Hilton.”
He opened the door to allowing a grey man in a wheelchair to roll in, “Hello, I’m Dr. Finkelstein. I’m looking for an Axel…” Axel stood up and waved ever so slightly, “Nice to meet you, but we were expecting a ‘Sally’.”
Dr. Finkelstein wheeled up to the redhead and replied, “I’m afraid she couldn’t make it…little witch tried to slip me the deadly nightshade-I-I mean she’s having a baby.” Axel nodded, “Normally I’d be happy for her, but right now I couldn’t care less…”
He headed back over to the couch while asking, “What are you going to do for us?” The doctor scratched his brain, and caused Roxas’s left eye to twitch before responding, “Why don’t you tell me the type of symptoms you’ve been having…?”
He opened up his black briefcase as Demyx answered, “Well, I have a fever and my throat is sore and my tummy hurts,” The ghoulish doctor then began to feel Demyx’s throat as he continued, “And I keep having this recurring dream where I’m being chased by a giant Listerine bottle.” Dr. Finkelstein examined Demyx’s blue eyes as the congested Nobody finished, “And when I open my mouth the scream, all I can do is gargle!”
The doctor made a humming sound before holding a wooden stick against Demyx’s tongue to examine his throat. He then turned towards Axel, Larxene, Zexion and Marluxia before asking, “Are you experiencing the same symptoms?”
Axel bundled himself up and rolled his eyes as he replied, “Yes, except in my dream, I am being chased by a bottle of Viagra.” Larxene stared at the green eyed man with wide eyes until a fit of coughing made her look down.
“Let’s have a look at you…” The doctor addressed Larxene as he began to feel her glands, “This is the first time a male doctor has examined me…Feels kind of strange.” Dr. Finkelstein nodded in agreement, “I hear that a lot from women. So, if it will make you feel better, I used to be a woman.”
Larxene then yanked the wooden stick from her mouth and stared down at the doctor, looking shocked and scandalized. “I’m joking you Apathetic Princess…” He told her before grabbing his bag and heading over towards Axel.
Roxas stood up with his arms crossed, “All right, so what’s the verdict.” Dr. Finkelstein replied as he felt Axel’s glands, “Well, the flu is going around. I’m afraid you all caught it…”
The five sick Nobodies emitted pained groans as they heard the news. Roxas looked annoyed, “I told them that two days ago. Tell them something new for fifty dollars!” Zexion raised his head slowly, “How long is it going to last? 24 hours? 48 hours?”
The mad scientist replied, “We’re talking at least a week.” Larxene jumped slightly and cried, “A week!?” We have to go to a banquet Saturday night! Couldn’t you just give us a pill or something!?”
The man shook his head, “Sorry kids, you are just going to have to wait this one out.” At this news Demyx collapsed on top of Marluxia, “Mar, hold me!” He cried.
“GET OFF!” Marluxia growled as he shoved Demyx on to Zexion who glared as his
bagel was knocked to the floor. “Drink plenty of liquids, get rest and if you aren’t better by Monday, give me a call.” Dr. Finkelstein replied as he rode to the door.
Demyx whined as the doctor left the castle, “I can’t believe it! If modern science
can come up with cinnamon dental floss, why can’t they cure the flu!?” Roxas blew one of his spiky strands of hair from his cerulean eyes, “Modern science is overrated. Sometimes, home remedies can work much better.”
The sickly elementalists nodded as Roxas spoke up, “In Twilight Town, we’d go to Old Lady Cablarken. Whatever you had, she had a cure. She was most famous for these multicolored circles she used to treat ear infections. One day, she gave a batch to Rai, the town idiot. He misunderstood the directions and put it in his oven instead of his ears.”
Axel and Larxene exchanged glances as Demyx was gawking at Roxas, awaiting the end of the story. “I guess if you are an idiot with a hearing problem, you do things like that.” Axel grumbled as he sank deeper in to his red blanket.
“As it turns out, it wasn’t such a bad thing to do. The stuff tasted great and Rai and his partners Fuu and Seifer decided to market it.” Roxas took a bite of a cinnamon bun before adding, “At first it didn’t move so well. ‘Bite size fish with ear salve didn’t look too good in supermarkets. However, once Seifer changed the name to ‘Goldfish’, it moved like hotcakes.”
Axel pointed at Roxas with a grumble, “Rox’ you are making this up!” The blonde picked up his plate with a scowl at Axel, “So what? I’m a teenager; I’m supposed to be a no-good, snot-faced little liar…”
Axel collapsed against his pillow, leaving the others to stare at the door that Roxas just exited from…
In the parlor, Roxas was currently sewing the hem of Marluxia’s trench coat. The problem was that Axel kept fidgeting, and Roxas was getting agitated, “Stand up straight!” The blonde cried in irritation. Marluxia then spoke up, “I am standing up straight!”
Roxas glared, “No, you’re not! You’re slouching; you’re trying to pretend that you are not tall. You do it all the time!” Marluxia rolled his eyes as he flipped his fluffy, pink hair. Roxas then added, “Ever since the mailman asked why ‘a woman would wear such high heels’.”
At that moment, Larxene came through the double doors, followed by Axel. The blonde woman was holding a silvery dress in her normally hostile hands, but Axel sighed as he sat down and drank his coffee. “Well guys, I did it! I finally succumbed to femininity and bought that dress I’ve been eying for a month!”
She held the garment up to her, so the others could get a good look at it. Roxas glanced at it before returning to his needlework, but Marluxia and Axel were letting their gazes linger a little too long.
“I thought you were going to wear the purple, silk one that you wore to last year’s banquet.” Marluxia noted as he finally managed to wrench his gaze away. Larxene smugly replied, “I changed my mind, I thought everyone would recognize it. It is such a stunning shade of amethyst!”
Axel muttered in to his coffee mug, “The only thing they’ll remember is the way you fall out of it…” Larxene looked scandalized as she screeched, “Axel!” The redhead merely shrugged and added, “If you asked them the color, half of them would say ‘flesh tone’.”
Larxene’s face flushed as she marched over towards the window to tear it open. “Forgive him Larxene. He’s just annoyed because he couldn’t find a date to the banquet.” Roxas informed her as he plucked one of the pins from his mouth, to stick in to the trench coat.
“I’m just being picky! The banquet dinner is a big deal; I don’t want to go with just anyone.” Axel grumbled as he drained the rest of his coffee from the mug. Larxene swished by and smiled, “You know, I don’t have a date either…”
Marluxia looked up with an inquired eyebrow, “Larxene can’t find a date?” He asked as if this was the bulletin of the century. Larxene looked up at Marluxia with a hint of resentment in her electric blue eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous! My only problem is that I can’t decide which of my many suitors I should flatter with an invitation.”
Axel and Roxas exchanged skeptical eye rolls before Larxene added, “After all it’s the social event of the season…” Zexion trudged in; his normal bed head hairstyle was just as tangled yet oddly attractive as ever. “I guess you’ll just have to break a couple hundred non existent hearts, Larxene.” He mumbled as he snagged a scone from the table.
Larxene solemnly nodded, “I know…I haven’t had to disappoint so many men since Gaston tore down the tavern…” All four of the men’s eyes widened as they exchanged suspicious gawks…
Suddenly, Demyx tromped in to the parlor and asked with a congested voice, “Does anyone know where the Aspirin is?” Zexion asked in a monotone without even looking up, “Buffered, time-release, or synthetic?”
Demyx looked confused at all of this medical jibber jabber and shrugged, “Time release I guess…” Zexion continued, still not looking up, “Capsule, tablet or liquid?” Demyx then blinked a few times before scratching his oddly styled hair with a shrug of, “Gee, I don’t know.”
Axel then told Demyx with a sigh, “Don’t take the one with the childproof cap. You’ll die before you can get the bottle open.” Roxas muttered something around the area of, “Damn straight.” The blonde was still working, so he tugged the thread through the needle.
Larxene then asked with an emotionless voice, “What’s up Demyx? You aren’t feeling well?” Demyx smiled and chirped, “Oh, just a little achy. That’s all.” Marluxia’s head shot up as he demanded, “Achy!? What kind of achy!? Headachy, stomach-achy, back-achy, what achy!?”
Axel then grumbled with a scowl, “Jeez, ‘Luxia relax! It’s probably just a cold. He’ll be all right…sadly.” Marluxia then looked over at Axel with a glare, “Yes, but I wont! I hear a story about someone catching a cold and I get one. I am very susceptible!”
Everyone stared at Marluxia in silence as he also put in, “I have low resistance. I have a tendency to be anemic, right, Roxas?” Roxas then agreed, “You are a hypochondriac.” Marluxia nodded, “That too.”
Demyx’s head rose as he emitted a cute, little sneeze, causing Zexion to reply, “Gesundheit.” Marluxia jumped about two feet in the air and clung to Roxas, “Stay away form me Demyx!” He ordered while pointing at the water wielder as if he were poisonous.
Roxas then closed his eyes in annoyance and asked, “Would you hold still!? I’ll never get this done by Saturday!” Axel too looked up and focused his emerald eyes on the nature wielder, “Yeah, let the poor kid do his work. Hey Roxas, if being in the Organization doesn’t work out, you can always be a seamstress.”
Axel chuckled at his own joke, Roxas too joined in before sticking Axel’s hand with a pin, “Very funny Hedgehog…” Marluxia went on ranting, “If I get near him I won’t need it on Saturday! I’ll be here in bed!”
Demyx smiled with a goofy grin as he placed a hand on Marluxia’s shoulder, “Aw, Maaar,” The pre Madonna recoiled, looking positively terrified of the sick teenager. Demyx then edged away as Marluxia’s scythe appeared in his hand, “Don’t worry, we’ll all be at that dinner. This is just an allergy.”
He sat down beside Larxene, who nodded in agreement as he continued, “Believe me, if I were coming down with something, I’d know it. I wouldn’t risk getting the rest of you sick.” Larxene then patted Demyx on the back, which caused the boy to sneeze right on top of Zexion’s scone. “You don’t have to worry about me. I never get sick.” Larxene told him, oblivious to Zexion staring down at his snotty scone.
“I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” She smugly smiled as she leaned against the wall. As Roxas was leaving the room with the sewing kit in hand he nodded, “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.”
Larxene’s angry gaze followed the blonde boy as he left the room, but soon locked on to Demyx, Marluxia and Axel who were sniggering in to their mugs.
And Zexion…he just sat there…poking at his mucus ridden scone.
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3 Days Later…
On the couch of the Castle Oblivion library sat Axel, Demyx, Larxene, Marluxia and Zexion. Larxene sneezed in to a tissue, her face pale and sickly. Axel was holding the sides of his head, coughing as if he were about to hack himself unconscious. Demyx was sitting there, blowing his nose, and looking extremely under the weather.
Larxene rubbed her swollen eyes and groaned in pain, “Ohhh…” Axel’s head slowly looked up, “Take it next door Larxene…” He murmured with a scratchy voice. She then complained, “I feel hot!” Axel too joined in, “I feel cold!” as he rubbed his sides trying to create some heat.
Demyx then let his hands flop in to his lap and whining, “I feel guilty…” The three continued shivering, sweating and droning until Demyx added, “This is all my fault!” Marluxia then turned to Demyx and shook his head, “No, it’s my fault Demyx. The minute I found out you were contagious, I should have thrown you out on the street!” Marluxia growled as he glared at Demyx.
Demyx’s lower lip trembled and he whimpered, “I said I was sorry!” Larxene took the mirror from the end table and looked in to it with a groan, “Oh, I feel just terrible! My eyes are all puffy, my nose is red, and my glands are swollen.” She rubbed her throat before finishing, “Isn’t amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?”
Axel stared at her for a few moments with the look that said ‘you idiot’ until Roxas came in looking defeated, “I can’t believe it! Namine, the biggest slut I know, just turned down my invitation to the banquet!” He told the four sick Nobodies. Zexion questioned with a raspy voice, “If she’s such a big slut, why’d you ask her in the first place?”
Roxas informed him with a sigh, “Because she is the only girl I know who doesn’t wear a skirt that only goes up to her thighs! I hate that!” Axel looked up at his healthy best friend and shrugged pevertedly, “That never bothers me.”
Marluxia and Zexion silently nodded from his left.
The doorbell then chimed, causing Marluxia to look up, “Roxas, do you mind answering that?” The blonde fourteen year old shrugged, “Why not? Maybe I’ll get lucky.” As he walked towards the door he shook his head, “What am I talking about? If I was lucky, I’d be shacking up with Paris Hilton.”
He opened the door to allowing a grey man in a wheelchair to roll in, “Hello, I’m Dr. Finkelstein. I’m looking for an Axel…” Axel stood up and waved ever so slightly, “Nice to meet you, but we were expecting a ‘Sally’.”
Dr. Finkelstein wheeled up to the redhead and replied, “I’m afraid she couldn’t make it…little witch tried to slip me the deadly nightshade-I-I mean she’s having a baby.” Axel nodded, “Normally I’d be happy for her, but right now I couldn’t care less…”
He headed back over to the couch while asking, “What are you going to do for us?” The doctor scratched his brain, and caused Roxas’s left eye to twitch before responding, “Why don’t you tell me the type of symptoms you’ve been having…?”
He opened up his black briefcase as Demyx answered, “Well, I have a fever and my throat is sore and my tummy hurts,” The ghoulish doctor then began to feel Demyx’s throat as he continued, “And I keep having this recurring dream where I’m being chased by a giant Listerine bottle.” Dr. Finkelstein examined Demyx’s blue eyes as the congested Nobody finished, “And when I open my mouth the scream, all I can do is gargle!”
The doctor made a humming sound before holding a wooden stick against Demyx’s tongue to examine his throat. He then turned towards Axel, Larxene, Zexion and Marluxia before asking, “Are you experiencing the same symptoms?”
Axel bundled himself up and rolled his eyes as he replied, “Yes, except in my dream, I am being chased by a bottle of Viagra.” Larxene stared at the green eyed man with wide eyes until a fit of coughing made her look down.
“Let’s have a look at you…” The doctor addressed Larxene as he began to feel her glands, “This is the first time a male doctor has examined me…Feels kind of strange.” Dr. Finkelstein nodded in agreement, “I hear that a lot from women. So, if it will make you feel better, I used to be a woman.”
Larxene then yanked the wooden stick from her mouth and stared down at the doctor, looking shocked and scandalized. “I’m joking you Apathetic Princess…” He told her before grabbing his bag and heading over towards Axel.
Roxas stood up with his arms crossed, “All right, so what’s the verdict.” Dr. Finkelstein replied as he felt Axel’s glands, “Well, the flu is going around. I’m afraid you all caught it…”
The five sick Nobodies emitted pained groans as they heard the news. Roxas looked annoyed, “I told them that two days ago. Tell them something new for fifty dollars!” Zexion raised his head slowly, “How long is it going to last? 24 hours? 48 hours?”
The mad scientist replied, “We’re talking at least a week.” Larxene jumped slightly and cried, “A week!?” We have to go to a banquet Saturday night! Couldn’t you just give us a pill or something!?”
The man shook his head, “Sorry kids, you are just going to have to wait this one out.” At this news Demyx collapsed on top of Marluxia, “Mar, hold me!” He cried.
“GET OFF!” Marluxia growled as he shoved Demyx on to Zexion who glared as his
bagel was knocked to the floor. “Drink plenty of liquids, get rest and if you aren’t better by Monday, give me a call.” Dr. Finkelstein replied as he rode to the door.
Demyx whined as the doctor left the castle, “I can’t believe it! If modern science
can come up with cinnamon dental floss, why can’t they cure the flu!?” Roxas blew one of his spiky strands of hair from his cerulean eyes, “Modern science is overrated. Sometimes, home remedies can work much better.”
The sickly elementalists nodded as Roxas spoke up, “In Twilight Town, we’d go to Old Lady Cablarken. Whatever you had, she had a cure. She was most famous for these multicolored circles she used to treat ear infections. One day, she gave a batch to Rai, the town idiot. He misunderstood the directions and put it in his oven instead of his ears.”
Axel and Larxene exchanged glances as Demyx was gawking at Roxas, awaiting the end of the story. “I guess if you are an idiot with a hearing problem, you do things like that.” Axel grumbled as he sank deeper in to his red blanket.
“As it turns out, it wasn’t such a bad thing to do. The stuff tasted great and Rai and his partners Fuu and Seifer decided to market it.” Roxas took a bite of a cinnamon bun before adding, “At first it didn’t move so well. ‘Bite size fish with ear salve didn’t look too good in supermarkets. However, once Seifer changed the name to ‘Goldfish’, it moved like hotcakes.”
Axel pointed at Roxas with a grumble, “Rox’ you are making this up!” The blonde picked up his plate with a scowl at Axel, “So what? I’m a teenager; I’m supposed to be a no-good, snot-faced little liar…”
Axel collapsed against his pillow, leaving the others to stare at the door that Roxas just exited from…
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