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In an attempt of suicide, you somehow wound up in a league of cloaked warriors. They called themselves Nobodies, and seemed to have the goal of becoming whole once more. Seeing as you still had a heart, this goal was nothing to you, but the mysterious man your heart longed for was certainly enough to make you want to help them. Supposedly you were the key to their success, but would your own heart lead you to your demise?

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25. Chapter 24

Breathtaking colors stretched across the endless horizon. Thin clouds decorated the flaming sky, making the colors seem even more opaque. A fence surrounded the top of the grassy hill that seemed to light up from the setting sun.

 

"It's...even more sunset-like up here, isn't it?" you asked the four teenagers. Olette giggled.

 

"Look!" she exclaimed excitedly, pointing in the direction of the path you had took to get up there. You turned to observe what she was so excited about, when you saw a well-built boy making his way toward the group. He wore khaki pants and a white muscle shirt, a baseball cap turned backwards on the top of his head. His eyes were of a deep blue, reminding you vaguely of Xaldin, and his hair was a rich black.

 

"Who's that?" you asked aloud. Olette ran toward him and gave him a hug.

 

"Xevia, this is Omar," she announced happily.

 

"Oh...great," you drawled sarcastically.

 

"Is anyone else hungry?" asked Pence hopefully. Your eyes lit up; a chance to eat after the little supper incident. Actually, you were more tired than anything, but food would do you good.

 

"Me," you said instantly, raising your hand. "Food sounds excellent."

 

"Awesome," he declared with enthusiasm and shock. "Why don't we stop somewhere and get something to eat?"

 

"Why doesn't Olette make something?" Omar suggested. Olette's cheeks became tinted with a rosy color. "She's an awesome cook...have you tried some of her food?" She blushed deeper. You rolled your eyes in disgust. "It tastes almost as good as she do-"

 

"Alright, alright!" you cut in. "That's enough of that. That sounds fine. Food sounds fine." You shuddered at the couple that was now kissing gently. "Hey!" They jumped and broke apart before staring at you. "Let's get going then. I'm hungry." The teenagers followed you for a while, but it wasn't long before they took the lead; you had no idea where you were going.

 

The group walked into a white house with a yellow picket fence. You raised an eyebrow at it and followed them in. It seemed Olette was already getting to work, pulling out ingredients for some sort of recipe. You sat down in a chair in an unladylike fashion.

 

"So...what're we havin'?" You asked casually, looking at her with raised eyebrows of curiosity.

 

"It's a surprise," she replied, giggling. Your brows shot up even higher, and you looked down and to your right.

 

"O.K. then," you whispered. She was already bubbly enough, but now it was even worse with her Omar around. Shivering, you gave him a side-glance. He was watching his girlfriend dreamily, his head resting on his hand. Hayner did not seem pleased; the blonde teen was rolling his eyes and sitting in a corner, his arms crossed. You chuckled and shook your head.

 

Olette began to mix something in a pan. Whether she was a good cook or not, you didn't know, but she sure was fast. In a few minutes, she was presenting everyone with plates and silverware before she scooped the mixture into a bowl and set it on the table.

 

"Chau Mein!" she said happily, dishing some up for you. Your eyelids dropped; you hated it when people did that.

 

"Oh jolly joy," you said sarcastically, picking up your fork and digging in uncharacteristically. It seemed like the moment the food hit Omar's plate it was gone. Great, another Demyx... He wasn't quite so sloppy, however. He was just quick at eating...almost military speed.

 

You slowly ate your own food. It wasn't too bad, but the gravy was a bit too thick. Instead of being partially soupy, it was like digging into Jell-o, only not so rubbery. A moment later, Omar was dishing up more.  You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Hayner was keeping his eyes glued to his plate, shoveling the food into his mouth angrily. He certainly made his hatred obvious.

 

Pence was already on his third serving. You blinked, your eyes wide. You weren't even half way through with your first! Hayner's head shot up as he let out a loud and lengthy belch. The entire group started laughing, even you. Well, subtract Omar. He was staring Hayner down with obvious dislike as well. It almost seemed like two cowboys facing off. 'This town ain't big enough for the both of us.' In fact, you were tempted to make a quote like such, but figured it would be smart to stay quiet.

 

When you finished your meal, Olette took your plate with a smile and put it in the dishwasher. The kitchen was white and the floor was yellow. It figured. You guessed that Olette's room was most likely orange. Your eyes traveled from one face to the next, and you twitched in a startling manner to find out Omar was looking at you expectantly.

 

"What?" you snapped. "Take a picture! It lasts longer!" Hayner snickered into his arm.

 

"How was it?" he asked.

 

"I don't know! Who cares? Food is food, right?"

 

"Certain food deserves glory," he growled protectively.

 

"Oh, I'm so terrified...what are you going to do to me?" you asked drastically, clapping your hands over your cheeks. "Are you going to make me watch you kiss Olette?" You gasped. "Oh no!"

 

"You're very immature, are you aware of that?"

 

"Hypocrite," you retorted.

 

"How am I a hypocrite?"

 

"Uuuuuuuuum," you thought out loud annoyingly. "You're a jerk?" Once again, Hayner started laughing.

 

"If you can't respect someone after they cook a meal for you, you have manners to learn," Omar scolded. You stuck your tongue out at him. Even Pence started snickering at that.

 

"And who are you to tell me what to do? I could have just as easily denied the meal and gotten fast food. In fact, you could have done the same!"

 

"I don't eat fast food."

 

"Oh?"

 

"Olette's meals are my diet." You snorted, coughing to hide your laughter. "Is something the matter with that?" Shaking your head, you continued to cough.

 

"No, nothing!" Coughing into your arm, you make it barely audible when you choked, "Stalker!" His eye twitched and he stood up, wrapping his arm around Olette's shoulders. The brunette was gazing at you inquiringly. You, Hayner, and Pence were all laughing into your elbows, keeping your heads low. Omar kissed the top of her forehead, pulling her closer and fixing you with a glare. "Look, have your fun. I won't interrupt, honestly. I don't even belong here." You scooted yourself away from the table, but Hayner and Pence both objected. You eyed them quizzically.

 

"Don't leave," Pence protested.

 

"You're our friend now," added Hayner. With a raised eyebrow, you scooted back toward the table. Omar whispered something in Olette's ear, and she nodded understandingly. It seemed he was leaving...boy, were the three of you in for a scolding.

 

"See you tomorrow, beautiful," he muttered, disappearing outside the house. Olette watched him go before facing the trio in akimbo, her emerald eyes blazing. The three of you cowered beneath her glare.

 

"Why do you always have to interrupt my personal affairs?" she yelled.

 

"Because, Olette," you began, "we can see right through him. He's a jerk. Why can't you see it?" Her glower fixed itself upon you, but you didn't stand down. You stared right back, your gaze steady and your face set.

 

"Alright, before a fight breaks out, I say we change topics," Pence suggested.

 

"He is not a jerk! He just...cares, that's all," she replied.

 

"Cares?" you asked incredulously. "He treats us like dirt, but since you get showered with compliments, that makes it ok?"

 

"N-no!" she said defensively. "I'm sorry he was so protective of me, but I can't help it. He loves me...and," she giggled, "he's always treating me like a queen. It's so annoying?" Hayner and Pence both rolled their eyes with a sigh.

 

"Yes, we know, Olette," drawled Hayner. "You've told us that a thousand times, and I'm sure Omar is getting sick of his usual reply. 'Well then let me whisk you off you your castle, Your Majesty.'" The boys laughed mockingly.

 

"That's not funny!" She stomped her foot.

 

"Look...Olette...it's your business who you want to date. We're just trying to help," you said, standing up. "If you ask me, that guy is bad news. But it's your life, so..." You threw up your hands in defense before jumping in surprise. A dark portal opened in front of you, bringing a smile to your lips. "I'll see you guys some other time." You chortled and waved. Hayner looked a bit shocked and was about to say something to protest, but you were already stepping into the darkness. You fixed him with a _(color)_ stare and a smirk before disappearing completely.

 

The blonde sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He'd wanted to say an actual good-bye to you; you'd been interesting...different from other girls. He had actually considered the fact that he might have been attracted, but didn't want to go so far so fast. Though he couldn't deny that you had something special about you that set you apart from anyone else he knew. That's what made you so fascinating.

 

You arrived at the castle, right in front of Xemnas. You nearly fell backwards again, considering that had become one of your habits, but only stumbled. Xemnas raised an eyebrow with a questioning look. He didn't appear to be very happy.

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