Hearts of Vengeance Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

It was a sunny morning in Twilight Town; the sun was just rising above the rooftops. Demyx was walking around a secluded alleyway where the local trash man usually piled up all of his junk before sending it to the compactor. Today, it was empty; he had disposed of the garbage last night. Now Demyx was here to do what he usually did early in the morning: practice his sitar playing. “Here we go…nice and quiet, no hecklers, just me and my sitar.” He took out the instrument and started to play a soft, melodic tune. After a few seconds of picking and strumming, he was about to sing when—

CRASH! “AGH!”

Demyx reeled back as the weight of cold porcelain suddenly made contact with his skull. Clutching his head in pain, he looked down to see the shattered remains of a vase on the ground. “Not again!” He cursed: “Why the hell would—AH!” He ducked as another vase came at him; it shattered against the brick wall behind him. The sound of the crash was followed by the sound of obnoxious laughter from above. Demyx looked up to see some teenage hooligans snickering and pointing at him.

“Aw man, we really got him that time!”

“Dude, you got him right in the head! That was awesome!”

“Hey!” Demyx growled, pointing back at them. “Look you kids, don’t fricking do that, alright!? I gotta make money and eat too ya know! Why don’t you—GAH!” SMASH! A pot struck him right in the head, shattering on contact. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T CUT IT OUT, YA LITTLE PRICKS!!” Demyx shrieked, swinging his sitar around like a bat. He stopped, taking a deep breath to calm down.

‘Gee, thanks a lot, Sora—thanks for reviving me to be used for target practice,’ he thought bitterly. He turned back to the kids. “I’m warning you: don’t throw stuff at me anymore. I’m getting sick of this. I oughta—YAGH!” Suddenly Demyx was bombarded with vases, plates, and flower pots. SMASH! CRASH! BREAK! SHATTER! “STOP! STOP! OH! AH! AH JESUS!” Demyx dodged and weaved as different objects were thrown at him, some shattering against the floor and walls, some actually hitting him.

The two boys were cracking up at the moving target below them. What better way to break in the morning by playing a good old game of “Hit the Musician?” Unfortunately, their amusement was short lived.

“WATER!” Demyx shouted as he strummed his sitar. Suddenly, what looked and felt like a barrage of water balloons splattered upon the boys like mad. SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASH!

“WHOA! AUGH! AH, YOU BASTARD! CHRIST THAT’S COLD!” The two boys did a frantic dance as they were splashed, then took off like twin shots.

Once they were out of sight, Demyx chuckled. “That’ll teach ‘em.” Turning around, he happily resumed playing his sitar. Sadly, he never noticed the last plate coming for him—until it struck him in the back of his head. SMASH! “ARGH, DAMN IT!”

Meanwhile…

Roxas gave one last swing of his Keyblade, striking his target and sending it straight into the empty garage with a loud CRASH! The cart’s wheels shattered upon landing, but the bag itself was safe and sound.

Roxas wiped the sweat from his brow. It had taken a lot of muscle to get that heavy cart up the hill, using the Keyblade as a baseball bat. But he managed to do it in less than 20 seconds, as he had agreed with the owner. Now came Roxas’ favorite part of performing odd jobs: the pay. He waited as the owner came up to him with a satisfied smile.

“Alright Roxas, that’ll do nicely,” the owner told him, taking out a small yellow pouch. “Here’s 1000 munny, just as I promised.”

“Thank, sir.” Roxas took the pouch graciously.

“Same time tomorrow, then?”

“You bet!” Roxas waved as he headed towards the direction of the shopping plaza. He walked past the item, tossing his pay up and down in his hand. Adding that to the pay he received from the other two jobs he had taken care of that morning from the billboard near the path between the item shop and the station, he had earned 2000 munny. Adding that to the 1500 munny he had earned from the shopping plaza earlier, he now had 3500 munny to spend. Doing one small job gave a little pocket change, but doing many small jobs amounted to quite a nest egg.

“Although,” Roxas said to himself as he walked into the shopping plaza, “no doubt Axel makes much more than me with his teaching job.” Then he started to snicker. “Knowing Axel, he’s gonna have his fun. He’s probably throwing in a few dirty words for them to spell, even a swear word or two…” He lowered his voice a little to match Axel’s: “Ok, children, here are the words for today. F-U-C-K. S-H-I-T. P-I-S-S. Got it memorized?” He chuckled to himself. “A-N-A-L S-E-X. Got it memorized?”

Roxas burst out laughing as the thought of Axel teaching THAT to the children swam through his brain. He doubled over, experiencing imagery of “Axel the Potty Mouthed Teacher” for about twenty seconds, until calming down and recomposing himself. He sighed and looked around, then suddenly spotted Olette out of the corner of his eye. “Hey it’s Olette… Wonder what she’s doing.”

Olette was over by the accessory shop, looking over what they had on sale. She was dressed in a small grey tank top that left her soft belly exposed, and some snug low rider jeans with the waistband of her underwear peeking out. Currently she was admiring some beautiful “Mage Earrings,” and was going through her purse, making sure she had enough. Suddenly, she let out a sneeze, causing some munny to fall out onto the floor. “Damn—I’d better pick that up.”

Roxas was about to go over and help Olette pick up her munny, when he watched her bend over in her low rider jeans. Now he realized why they were called “standing room only” pants. As the low waist slid right down from Olette’s bending, almost making it seem they would fall off, her yellow silk panties rose up and peeked out for the world to see. Roxas blushed and turned away. ‘Yellow looks good on her…’ Turning back to Olette, he started to walk towards her, his eye still seeming to fixate on Olette’s peeking panties. “Uh—Olette?” He fought down his blush and tried to act cool.

“Roxas?” Olette stood back up and turned around. “Oh, hey!” she greeted him with a smile. “What’s up?”

“I just finished my errands for the day,” Roxas told her. “Got my pay and I’m ready to spend. How about you?”

“I’m just browsing around the accessory shop,” Olette said. She glanced down at herself. “Oops!” she exclaimed, tugging her jeans up a little. “Damn low riders…” She cursed. “I can’t bend over or stand without my underwear peeking out of these things.”

‘So I saw,’ Roxas thought. “Oh wait,” he exclaimed, remembering, “there’s one more thing I needed to do. Can you come with me over to Naminé’s house?”

“Sure. What does she need?”

“Well, she’s been trying to do some storage and tidying up, but apparently she has a lot of junk lying around and she says it’s a two- or three-person job. Since you’re here, you think you could lend a hand if you have the time?” Roxas explained, motioning towards Naminé’s house.

Olette nodded in agreement. “Of course I have the time. I’m really just window shopping at the moment, so why don’t I do something productive?”

“Great! Let’s go.” Roxas led the way.

The two teens were soon outside the open gates of the “White Mansion” as Naminé has jokingly renamed it, when Olette realized something.

“Hey Roxas?” Olette asked, “why do you and Naminé call this the ‘White Mansion,’ when it really doesn’t look white at all?”

Roxas just smirked mysteriously. “Not on the outside it doesn’t, but wait till you see inside.”  The two of them walked through the gates and into the small courtyard. As Olette checked out the stature heads around the hedges, Roxas couldn’t resist pointing out a little something. “Now try not to be tempted into singing “Grim Grinning Ghosts,” alright?”

“Huh?” Olette looked at him confused, “Grim Grinning Ghosts? What the hell?”

“Well after Pence told Axel the old rumors, Axel couldn’t resist imagining the busts singing that song.” Roxas chuckled.

Olette cast a strange look before joining in on the laugh. “Hehehehe… Axel sure is an oddball, you know?” She made sure to say ‘you’ ad not ‘ya,’ to avoid sounding like Rai.

“Don’t I know it?” Roxas shook his head, laughing softly, “You know…right now, I can just picture him slipping some bad words into his teaching. Poor little kids are gonna end up swearing like sailors at such a young age and the parents will have a fit. And Axel’s gonna love every minute,” he started to imitate Axel’s voice gain, “Ok kids. Our next word is B-U-T-T-S-E-X. Got it memorized?”

Olette burst into a fit of giggles at Roxas impression. “Hahahahaha! That’s it! That’s exactly like him!”

“Of course,” Roxas snickered, “I’ve lived around this guy for so long, I know how he thinks, and unfortunately know his sense of humor,” He mocked grimaced, “yeah he’s odd, but I still like the guy.” He smiled fondly as they walked up to the front doors. He reached over and firmly knocked on the large wooden doors in front of him. He waited with Olette for about 10 seconds until they both heard footsteps coming closer. The doors opened wide to reveal Naminé in her usual white dress, ready to greet them.

“Oh, Roxas! Olette! Thank goodness you two are here,” Naminé said happily, “this job’s taking forever for me to do by myself.”

“It’s no trouble at all, Naminé,” Roxas insisted as he and Olette walked in. “We’re happy to help you out.”

“What is it exactly that you’re having trouble with?” Olette inquired. “What do you…AGH!?” She was suddenly blinded by the foyer of whiteness. “Ah! White! Too bright!”

Roxas and Naminé laughed. “Yeah, Axel and I said the same,” Roxas replied, “but who are we to make Naminé choose?”

“Hey!” Naminé mock-scolded him. “White happens to be my favorite color, okay?” She playfully hit Roxas before turning to Olette. “Well, apparently Ansem had been having a whole pile of junk gather up in the dining room when he still lived here, and I’m trying to get it out.” Naminé sighed, “but there’s too much stuff in there,” she groaned and shook her head, “and I’m tired of having to take my meals up into my bedroom or the library.”

“Hey, it’s nothing that a little extra elbow grease, and maybe a few smacks form the Keyblade couldn’t handle.” Roxas said as he produced the Kingdom Key in his hand before he turned to Olette. “Feel like a little house cleaning?”

“I think I can manage,” Olette confirmed. “Lead the way, Naminé.”

“Thanks guys, I knew I could count on you,” Naminé smiled as she walked them to the Dining Room, “but I warn you—it’s quite a mess.” She opened the doors.

“Aw, I’m sure it can’t be that bad—” Roxas said as he stepped in, before getting a better looking at his surroundings. The dining room was the only room not painted white, and with good reason. The table was still smashed right down the middle, suits of armor had been smashed and thrown about the place. Piles of junk such as clothes, machinery parts, and old weapons lay about the place. “Ugh—” Roxas grimaced.

“Maybe it IS that bad,” Olette agreed, looking uneasy.

“I told you,” Naminé laughed nervously.

Roxas brandished his Keyblade. “Leave this to me, ladies,” he said before he targeted a nearby geography globe and swung his Keyblade at it like a baseball bat.  The Keyblade knocked the globe like a baseball bat into a set of three piles, breaking them into tiny pieces small enough to be swept. Roxas then ran up to another pile and smacked the junk into the air, before jumping up and spin slashing in a little tornado, sucking up bits of junk and smashing them into pieces, letting them rain all over the dining room floor. Finally, he landed on the ground and used Sonic Rave, cleaving through last few junk piles over and over until they were nothing but small fragments everywhere. Exhaling a breath, Roxas turned to the ladies with a smile and said, “Anyone got a broom or vacuum cleaner?”

Both girls applauded him with big smiles.

“Thank you SO much Roxas,” Naminé chirped, “you’ve been a big help.”

“Wow! That was so cool, Roxas!” Olette gushed.

“Aw, thanks girls,” Roxas rubbed the back of his head with modesty, “so, would you say vacuum cleaner or broom?” He asked, getting back on the subject.

“There’s a vacuum in the broom closet,” Naminé told him, “and thanks to your handiwork, all the junk is in tiny pieces that can easily be sucked up.” She walked over and kissed his cheek, whispering, “thank you so much,” in his ear.

Roxas blushed slightly with wide eyes as Naminé kissed him. ‘Wow…’

Olette felt a pang of jealousy as she watched Naminé kiss Roxas. ‘Two can play that game.’ She thought as she walked up to Roxas and kissed his other cheek. “Great job, Roxas.”

Roxas turned a 2nd shade of red at Olette’s kiss, much to Naminé’s jealousy.

BAM! BAM!

A loud banging on the front doors was soon heard, drawing the attention of the three teens.

“Hello? HELLO! Is anyone there?” A loud masculine voice bellowed aggressively, “answer me before I am forced to break down this door! I am a man on a mission here!”

“What the hell—” Roxas exclaimed, “I don’t like the sound of that—that guy sounds dangerous.” He brandished his Keyblade, ready for action, and asked, “Should I fight him?”

“I don’t know Roxas,” Naminé said worriedly, “we don’t know how strong this guy might be, and so we should hide first and check him out from a distance. Let’s hide in the broom closet!” She quickly ran over to the broom closet on the other side of the foyer, as Roxas and Olette followed close behind. Naminé swung the door open and she, Roxas and Olette piled into the small closet, closing the door behind them just as the front doors burst open.

Steiner finally got into the mansion after giving the door one big shoulder ram. He squinted and covered his eyes as brilliant white walls shined in his eyes. “Argh! So—bright—can’t—look directly at it,” he cursed. When his eyes finally adjusted, Steiner drew his massive sword. “Is anyone here,” he bellowed in a loud baritone, “I’m looking for a Miss Naminé! I’m requesting information on a woman named Larxene!”

Roxas grimaced at the yelling. “God damn, he’s loud,” he whispered and peeked through the slight opening in the door.  His eyes widened at the sight of the man as he whispered, “Jesus, he’s not only loud, but huge too.”

“What can you see out there?” Naminé whispered in question.

“I see a big knight with a big sword,” Roxas replied worriedly, “who’s clad head to toe in armor. That sword looks like it could easily cut a dining room table in half.” He backed away to the back of the closet and whispered to the girls, “we’d better hide and not make a sound.”

“Unh… It’s so tight in here,” Olette moaned as she pressed her body up against Roxas’, her back up against the wall.

“I didn’t realize how small it was in here,” Naminé agreed with Olette as she too was up against the wall, her front pressed snuggly up against Roxas.

Roxas’ mind was going a mile a minute as two pairs of breasts on both sides were pressing right up against him, softly squishing against his torso. Adding to his anxiety was that both of his arms were wrapped around the girls, and his hands right near their butts.

“R-Roxas— Y-Your hand—” Naminé gasped, blushing as she looked down at her butt.

Roxas felt around with his left hand, whose arm was around Naminé. His left hand was right on Naminé’s butt, more specifically; right on her red heart panties as her dress had rode up due to Roxas’ hand, which was now firmly on Naminé’s panty-clad rump. He started to sweat with nervousness

“Roxas?” Olette suddenly piped up, surprise and uncertainty in her voice, “Why is your hand down—my—p-pants?”

Roxas realized that his right hand was right down Olette’s pants, right on HER panties too. Now Roxas was in a spot, because here he was hiding from some deranged knight, trapped in a closet with two beautiful girls with their breasts pressed up against him and his hands up their skirt/down their pants, touching their underwear and groping their butts. He peeked outside and mentally cursed as he saw the large knight still prowling around. Out of nervousness he mentally started wringing his hands, but found himself wringing each hand against something else; Naminé and Olette’s butts. It didn’t help that his accidentally groping was causing both girls to moan in pleasure.

Whatever was going on in the broom closet, Steiner paid no attention or perhaps he couldn’t hear it. “Blast it. I don’t think anyone’s home,” He grumbled and looked all around the foyer. “So much white—not even hospitals are this white. I bet Heaven isn’t even this white,” he mused as he started to wander over to the dining room.

Roxas, meanwhile, was going through mental turmoil AND pleasure at the same time as his two cute female friends had there chests pressed up right against him while he had both hands on their panty-clad rears. Roxas’ arousal and excitement started to affect his brain dramatically and he as he closed his eyes, he started to go into a world of fantasy; a very naughty fantasy.

Outside, meanwhile, Steiner sighed with exasperation. “There’s nobody here. Damn it! I guess I must check elsewhere,” he moaned and walked out of the foyer, and out of the house, slamming the door behind him as his metallic footsteps clanked away. SLAM!

That one door slam snapped Roxas out of his fantasy and back to reality. He was still in the closet with the girls. He quickly bolted out of the broom closet and over to the foyer window, much to the surprise of the girls. His breathing was deep and ragged, and his face was all red hot and sweaty. He had never had a fantasy like THAT before. “Jesus,” he breathed, “what the hell’s the matter with me?”

“Roxas?”

“Are you ok?”

Roxas turned around to see Naminé and Olette looking worried at him. “G-Girls?”

“Oh my—” Naminé said as she looked at Roxas’ face. “Do you have a fever?”

“Yeah, Roxas, your face is all red—”

“Uh, n-n-no. I’m fine, really,” Roxas smiled nervously, “it’s just that it was hot. Yeah, it was really hot in that broom closet—” ‘And it was hot in my brain too.’ He thought with embarrassment.

TO BE CONTINUED