Nobodies Reunion (A kingdom Hearts Fanfic)

Chapter 2: A New Life

Authors note :)

I do not own anything Kingdom Hearts. I only own my OC Marxie and her children (Maryx and Alice)

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Destiny Islands: Now...

*Marxie's POV*

"Myde?" I called from the top of the stairs looking down them to the ground floor. No reply. "Myde?!" I called again. Still no reply. I sighed impatiently. "Myde!" I heard a door open and saw the mullet head slide across the laminate to the bottom of the stairs, smiling widely up at me.

"Yes, my lovely?" He asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed again, shaking my head.

"Could you please, answer when I first call you? Can you call Maryx in please, he's been out there for 3 hours now?" Myde stared walking towards the kitchen and nodded.

"Yes." I came away from the banister and quickly rushed back before Myde closed the door.

"And can you tell him it's bath night?!" I quickly called.

"Yes!" I heard the door close and Myde call out to Maryx. I walked into the bathroom, turning on the taps, the water smashing into the bottom of the tub as I plugged the hole.

"Is it bath night tonight, Mama?" I looked over my shoulder to see Alice, dressed in her pink hooded dress, which had rabbit ears sown onto the hood that rested on her blonde hair. Her blue-grey eyes were covered by a small pair of glasses and under her right eye she had a marking of a keyhole. I smiled and nodded. Alice smiled and ran off into her bedroom, giggling furiously. I turned back to the bath, seeing it was only quarter full. I added in a generous helping of bubble bath, making the water furiously bubbly as I mixed in the gel with the warm water. It wasn't long now until...

"Maryx!" I heard Myde call as the small, but loud footsteps made their way up the stairs. That was the thing with Maryx, he may have been 4, but he had the mind of a 10 year old. And even if Myde was the sweetest guy you could meet, when he lost his temper, he was a disaster waiting to happen. I held still as Maryx's bedroom door slammed shut and Myde walked up the stairs calling our Son's name. It's the same all the time, every bath night. "Maryx Melodious Nocturne, you will not argue with me tonight!"

"Go away Dad! I don't want to talk to you!" I sighed as Father and Son argued through the door of Maryx's room. So much for a nice happy family... I just wish he hadn't had inherited a temper. Poor sweet Alice is perfectly normal and plain, so much so she acts her age. And then there's Maryx, boisterous and but with an attitude of a boy much older than his actual age. And right now, I just wish that this stress wouldn't be put on me. Not since that happened. I looked down to the small baby bump and sighed. I turned the taps to the bath off and got up from kneeling on the floor. I glanced into Alice's room, and saw her drawing, her tongue poked out of her mouth slightly. I laughed softly and cleared my throat gently, which made her look over at me. I smiled gently and she giggled, sitting up and peeling off her dress and underwear, running into the bathroom, and jumping in the bath. I looked across the hall and saw Myde frowning at Maryx's door.

"It's not gonna do any better if you stand outside his door, Myde." I stated, leaning against the wall and earning a deep sigh from him. He looked over at me and shrugged.

"I just wish he would listen to me, just once." I saw the solemn look on his face and laughed softly.

"Well, you know how he is..." I said walking up to stand beside Myde, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "He's-"

"A Mummy's boy." Myde grinned, cocking his head at me. I frowned slightly, taking the handle of Maryx's door.

"Yeah, but we have equal roles in responsibility. It's just he listens to me that much better. Like Alice with you." Myde raised an eyebrow. "What? It's true." I turned the handle and opened the door slightly. Smiling at Myde, I walked in to see Maryx curled up on his bed. I sighed gently and walked up to his bed, sitting gently on the edge. I heard the soft sniffles as Maryx curled tighter into a ball, hiding his face from my view. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, I leaned over so I could whisper into his ear. "What's the matter?" I asked and the young boy turned to look at me, his face tear streamed and his eyes red. He sat up only to wrap his little arms round my neck and lean his head into my shoulder, bursting into tears.