Prankwar

Terra's Closet

Terra sat in his bedroom, reading a book about many useful and different methods of attacking your targets with a Keyblade. It was all based on how to use your strength and match that with your opponent's, which happened to be Terra's strongest weapon... no pun intended. At first, he hadn't thought that he would like the book, since he was forced to read it by Master Eraqus, but the exact opposite was true. Now that he'd started reading this, he just wasn't able to stop anymore. He'd even skipped lunch for it and that had never happened before. It was funny, really, because normally, he would be the one to tease Aqua about being a bookworm. And now, he was doing exactly the same. If Aqua would see him now, then he surely wouldn't hear the end of it. It was so interesting, that he literally jumped when there was a knock on the door.

His heart skipped a beat, making it feel like a mini heart attack. "Yes?" he cried, wondering who that might be.

Something told him, though, that it was probably Ven, wondering why he hadn't shown up during lunch.

At that moment, the door opened. Surprisingly enough, it had been Aqua who had knocked.

Terra immediately got up from his comfortable position when he saw her, sitting up and leaning on his elbows. "Aqua!" he said surprised. Well, it was more like he had cried it. He ignored the faint blush that threatened to appear on his cheeks, as he continued, "What... brings you here?"

Aqua didn't seem to notice that he was slightly uncomfortable, or perhaps she just chose to ignore it. Either way, the brunet male was more than thankful for that.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt you. Were you reading?" the blue-haired mage asked, clearly surprised.

"Yeah, more or less..." he admitted, scratching the back of his head in slight embarrassment.

This made her smile. "I see. Who's the bookworm now, huh?"

Terra rolled his eyes. "And somehow, I knew you were going to say that."

"I'm sure you did. Anyways, Terra, the reason I'm here is because Master Eraqus said we had to wear some old clothes and then come to the living room," she said.

This made him even more surprised. What kind of plan did the Master have?

"Why if I may ask?" he inquired, curiously.

"You know, I have no idea. He didn't say anything else and we didn't ask him to explain himself, either."

Terra ran his hand through his chocolate-colored, spiky hair. It still sounded strange to him. Maybe it was another prank of Aqua, he couldn't ignore that possibility. If that was the case...then he wouldn't give her the satisfaction that she had pulled another prank on him without him knowing it.

He had made his dicision; he would make it extra hard for Aqua this time. "Oh. Well, I don't really have any old clothes," he said slowly, hoping to ruin any mischievous plan she might have had in mind.

"That's no problem at all. I can help you with finding something suitable, okay?"

He eyed her, somewhat suspiciously. Although Aqua was known for her kindness, he didn't trust her that much anymore. Not after all those little incidents with glue, paint, hair dye, make-up and what not. Those just weren't coincidences.

"Uh..thanks?"

"No problem," she said, smiling friendly.

Almost too friendly, the brunet thought. He frowned at that. Something seemed to be so out of place that it wasn't even funny anymore, but he couldn't really put his finger on it. But what could possibly go wrong this time? Exactly: nothing. Unless she was hiding something in her pockets that could ruin his day, but that seemed quite unlikely.

He got up and walked over to his cupboard. "Don't get shocked or anything, 'cause my closet probably isn't as neat as yours," he warned in advance, before opening the closet.

She laughed and waved it away, as if she wasn't impressed by it at all. "That's okay. My closet isn't always clean, either and I don't expect from you that everything should look spick and span. Not after I've seen what a mess your room is," she spoke, looking around with a raised eyebrow to emphasis it.

Terra grinned. "Thank goodness! What a relief."

He opened one closet door and immediately got a shower of colored toys and tennis balls on him, before he could do anything about it. He quickly jumped away and rubbed his hurt head, but he accidentally tripped and fell over a tennis ball during the process, landing with a heavy thud on the cold floor. He groaned, as he sat up with some difficulty. That just hurt!

"Wow, Terra. When you said that your closet isn't that neat, I hadn't expected to encounter such a disaster!" she said, bursting out laughing. "And I didn't know you still liked playing with such toys. It seems that even you have a little boy deep down inside of you, that sometimes just wants to get out. I don't know if I should find that sad or adorable."

He scowled at her, not seeing what was so funny about stuffing his closet full of toys he had never used, let alone seen, before. He wondered where she had gotten all this stuff, anyway.

"It was you who did all this, right?" he asked, irritably.

"Maybe," was the mysterious reply.

"When?" he then inquired, narrowing his cobalt-colored eyes into thin slits.

"This morning, when you went showering."

Great, so now he had to look for some guard, so she couldn't get into his room? Locking it wouldn't really help, since, well she had a Keyblade, which could open every locked door. Suddenly, she gasped and her eyes became as big as saucers.

Now what? Do I even want to know?

"Terra!" she said, aghast. "Is that... a dirty magazine?"

At once, all the color drained from his face. Dirty magazines? In his room? Where? He had never touched one before, let alone read it. Okay, that was exaggerated, but he didn't have any in his bedroom. He was sure of that.

He looked around his room, but he couldn't find one anywhere. "W-wait! I can explain everything!" he uttered, still looking around frantically.

Although he really couldn't explain it, for he actually had no idea what these magazines were doing in his bedroom, or how they got there in the first place, but he knew one thing for sure, they weren't his.

"You're disgusting, you know that? I had never expected this from you," she said angrily.

"They're not mine! I swear I-" he started, his hands raised in defence.

"No, they're probably Ven's, right? Or no, even better, Master Eraqus'!" she retorted, interrupting him.

"No, I just..."

Terra didn't know what to say. There wasn't much left to say, anyway. She wouldn't believe him.

She walked to the door and turned around. "Oh, and about those old clothes, never mind already."

He sighed when she was gone and the door was slammed shut behind her. As if he hadn't had enough bruises already. He quickly got up and ran out of his bedroom to find Aqua. He didn't have to go too far, though, because she was leaning against the wall beside his door, her arms crossed.

She looked at him and he saw that she was grinning. "Terra, you shouldn't believe everything you hear, you know?" she said.

He frowned, wondering what had caused her sudden change of mood. Only a few seconds ago, she had looked as though she wanted to kill him with her bare hands.

"What are you talking about?"

"Those magazines. You reacted even more shocked than I did, - which was kinda funny - but had you spotted them anywhere?"

"No," he replied slowly, scratching the back of his head.

He didn't really get what she wanted to make clear.

"Then why did you think there were dirty magazines in your room in the first place? Because you had hidden them somewhere, anyway? It would explain why you started panicking like that. Did I just find out a dirty secret about you?"

Her grin became wider as he blushed. "Of course not! But you said-"

"I just wanted to see how you would react, that's all," she explained. "It wouldn't be a sin if you read dirty magazines. You're a guy after all. Besides, it's not really my business what kind of... literature you like to read, anyway. So do as you please."

He blinked his eyes in surprise. "...You're really bad," he said finally.

"Tell me something I don't know already," she said, as she walked down the stairs.

That he actually fell for that! He still couldn't believe it.


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