Post by grayfur on Mar 5, 2007 19:52:17 GMT -5
More Axel Roxas Love!
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Vagabond
It all started with a kiss. The halls were damp and dreary, but that’s how they always were at a night like this in the Oblivion Castle. A cloaked figure stumbled through the dark aisle, panting and moaning, his sandy blonde hair plastered to the sides of his pale face. He was wet and tired, probably from being out in the rain all night.
The boy leaned against a rock wall, breathing in the cold spring air. He sighed and slumped to the ground. Clutching his stomach, the young blonde struggled to get up, but crashed into a nearby trash can. He was half conscious and very weak. The young boy doubled over and vomited until all that was left was an oozing yellow liquid dribbling down his chin. He finally fell limp over a raised platform, his deep sapphire eyes half open. He looked up to see a tall red headed man dressed in a black cloak much like his striding over swiftly towards him. About halfway the man changed strides, and bounded at full speed towards the fallen boy.
“Roxas!” the red headed man cried, and stopped in front of the young boy, still lying over the platform. The blonde weakly looked up, his blue eyes only open enough to make out the shape that was in front of him.
“A… Ax…” the boy tired to say, but his voice had left him long ago, and the only thing that came out was a loud groan. The cloaked man leaned over him, his deep emerald eyes looking painfully into Roxas’s blue ones.
“It’s ok,” cooed the man, lifting a gloved black hand to stroke the boy’s wet hair. “I’m here.” Roxas looked up and gave a small moan before falling limp for the second time, completely unconscious. The stranger picked the blonde up and put Roxas’s arm around his own neck. Roxas was very light so the cloaked man didn’t have any problems carrying him.
About halfway down the hall, another man came screaming down the hall, his arms flailing and a huge grin plastered to his face. He had a sort of Mohawk/mullet mixed hairdo, and was wearing the same black cloak.
The mullet haired man ran towards the cloaked man who was carrying Roxas.
“Axel!” he screamed to the redhead. The red-haired man rolled his eyes, and jumped out of the way of the other cloaked figure, which sent him crashing into a pile of flowerpots.
“What is it Demyx!” Axel groaned, trying not to wake Roxas. Demyx threw the flowerpots off him and turned to Axel. The grin quickly faded when he saw Roxas.
“What’s wrong?” Demyx asked gravely, his arms falling to his sides. He had a look of concern on his face and his blue eyes danced around eagerly. Axel sighed heavily.
“I don’t know,” said Axel bitterly. “I just found him lying by the training arena, looking about as dead as a dusk.” Axel glanced sadly down at the bundle in his arms. “I think I’m going to take him to bed.”
Demyx nodded. “Better let the Superior know first,” he suggested. “You know how Xenmas can be.”
At the very mention of Xenmas, Axel growled softly. It probably was a good idea to let the Superior know about Roxas’s poor condition. Axel was just worried the young Nobody would get in trouble.
He glanced up at Demyx. “Want to escort me?” he said cockily.
Demyx shook his head. “Zexion and I have some business to attend to. You know how he is about lateness,” and with that, Demyx disappeared into a black portal leaving Axel alone with Roxas.
Axel scanned the halls, making sure no other Organization XIII members were in sight. When the coast was clear, he swiftly made his way across the halls and towards a big door that had ‘I’ painted on the front. Axel cautiously knocked and the door swung open.
“Come in, Number VIII,” an eerie voice called. Axel hesitantly stepped inside. The room was filled with old books and scrolls. Piles of burnt papers were piled high on a mahogany desk that had ‘Ansem’ scratched into it’s wood. It was dim and two silver dusks slithered around the room, their faceless heads staring into nothingness.
“Superior?” asked Axel, and he saw a dark skinned man sitting in a purple chair. His silver licks falling over his shoulder, and a tight black cloak fitted around his shoulders. His hood was up, and his face held no expression except a cold glare. His blue eyes stared into Axels green ones, giving the redhead a shiver sown his spine.
“Axel,” Xenmas said gravely. “What is Roxas doing like that?” He pointed towards the small boy, who now had his head rested against Axel’s chest. Roxas breathed calmly, and axel couldn’t help but smile and Roxas’s small chest rose and fell calmly as he breathed.
“I found him in the rain near the training arena,” explained Axel. “He was half out and vomiting all over himself.”
Xenmas got up and walked over to Axel, not taking his gaze off the older Nobody. “What do you expect me to do about it?” Xenmas’s voice was so uncaring that Axel had to bite his lip to keep from saying something nasty.
“I… I was hoping… that you could help him,” Axel stammered. He truly didn’t think Xenmas would do a thing. The Superior was so wrapped up in himself he hardly ever thought about helping anyone else.
“Me? Help a runt like that,” Xenmas said scornfully, accenting the word ‘runt.’ Axel gripped onto Roxas’s robe until his knuckles were white. How dare he call Roxas a runt! He might be the youngest in the Organization, but he was far from runt-like. Xenmas turned to face his desk. “No. I want you to make him better,” he scoffed. “That’s your mission.
Axel sighed and looked down at the small Nobody.
“A Nobody’s just a shell of a real human, Axel,” Xenmas explained. “We have no soul, and without it, not feelings. Never forget that.” Axel nodded solemnly and slowly headed for the door, closing it behind him.
Heading up the tall flight of stairs, Roxas grunted and gripped Axel’s cloak, burying his face in the soft material. Axel sighed sadly. Roxas looked so innocent, so young. No one understood the boy like Axel did.
When he reached Roxas’s room, Axel opened the white door to reveal a disaster. Roxas’s room was worse than his. Clothes were everywhere and books lay scattered on a small desk. His bed was in the corner of the room, and Axel had a tough time getting there because of the littered ground.
When he did reach the bed, Axel sat down with Roxas still in his arms. The young Nobody shivered and dug deeper into Axel’s cloak pushing his small body against Axel’s stomach. Axel stroked Roxas’s blonde hair, cooing softly to him. Roxas stirred, and relaxed his grip; the young boy nuzzled his friend’s neck and took in a deep breath.
Roxas slowly opened his eyes, looking into Axel’s green ones. Roxas smiled and rested his head on the red head’s collarbone.
“Axel,” Roxas said airily, because his voice wasn’t completely back.”
“Yeah?” his friend asked warmly.
“…thanks,” huffed Roxas, because it took all the air out if his little body just to say that. Axel smiled and kissed Roxas on the forehead.
“I would do it all over again,” he whispered in his ear, and Roxas leaned over to kiss Axel gently on the lips. Axel returned toe kiss, and clutched Roxas’s’ back and pulled him closer. When it had ended, Roxas shuttered, and then fell back into a weary sleep.
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Vagabond
It all started with a kiss. The halls were damp and dreary, but that’s how they always were at a night like this in the Oblivion Castle. A cloaked figure stumbled through the dark aisle, panting and moaning, his sandy blonde hair plastered to the sides of his pale face. He was wet and tired, probably from being out in the rain all night.
The boy leaned against a rock wall, breathing in the cold spring air. He sighed and slumped to the ground. Clutching his stomach, the young blonde struggled to get up, but crashed into a nearby trash can. He was half conscious and very weak. The young boy doubled over and vomited until all that was left was an oozing yellow liquid dribbling down his chin. He finally fell limp over a raised platform, his deep sapphire eyes half open. He looked up to see a tall red headed man dressed in a black cloak much like his striding over swiftly towards him. About halfway the man changed strides, and bounded at full speed towards the fallen boy.
“Roxas!” the red headed man cried, and stopped in front of the young boy, still lying over the platform. The blonde weakly looked up, his blue eyes only open enough to make out the shape that was in front of him.
“A… Ax…” the boy tired to say, but his voice had left him long ago, and the only thing that came out was a loud groan. The cloaked man leaned over him, his deep emerald eyes looking painfully into Roxas’s blue ones.
“It’s ok,” cooed the man, lifting a gloved black hand to stroke the boy’s wet hair. “I’m here.” Roxas looked up and gave a small moan before falling limp for the second time, completely unconscious. The stranger picked the blonde up and put Roxas’s arm around his own neck. Roxas was very light so the cloaked man didn’t have any problems carrying him.
About halfway down the hall, another man came screaming down the hall, his arms flailing and a huge grin plastered to his face. He had a sort of Mohawk/mullet mixed hairdo, and was wearing the same black cloak.
The mullet haired man ran towards the cloaked man who was carrying Roxas.
“Axel!” he screamed to the redhead. The red-haired man rolled his eyes, and jumped out of the way of the other cloaked figure, which sent him crashing into a pile of flowerpots.
“What is it Demyx!” Axel groaned, trying not to wake Roxas. Demyx threw the flowerpots off him and turned to Axel. The grin quickly faded when he saw Roxas.
“What’s wrong?” Demyx asked gravely, his arms falling to his sides. He had a look of concern on his face and his blue eyes danced around eagerly. Axel sighed heavily.
“I don’t know,” said Axel bitterly. “I just found him lying by the training arena, looking about as dead as a dusk.” Axel glanced sadly down at the bundle in his arms. “I think I’m going to take him to bed.”
Demyx nodded. “Better let the Superior know first,” he suggested. “You know how Xenmas can be.”
At the very mention of Xenmas, Axel growled softly. It probably was a good idea to let the Superior know about Roxas’s poor condition. Axel was just worried the young Nobody would get in trouble.
He glanced up at Demyx. “Want to escort me?” he said cockily.
Demyx shook his head. “Zexion and I have some business to attend to. You know how he is about lateness,” and with that, Demyx disappeared into a black portal leaving Axel alone with Roxas.
Axel scanned the halls, making sure no other Organization XIII members were in sight. When the coast was clear, he swiftly made his way across the halls and towards a big door that had ‘I’ painted on the front. Axel cautiously knocked and the door swung open.
“Come in, Number VIII,” an eerie voice called. Axel hesitantly stepped inside. The room was filled with old books and scrolls. Piles of burnt papers were piled high on a mahogany desk that had ‘Ansem’ scratched into it’s wood. It was dim and two silver dusks slithered around the room, their faceless heads staring into nothingness.
“Superior?” asked Axel, and he saw a dark skinned man sitting in a purple chair. His silver licks falling over his shoulder, and a tight black cloak fitted around his shoulders. His hood was up, and his face held no expression except a cold glare. His blue eyes stared into Axels green ones, giving the redhead a shiver sown his spine.
“Axel,” Xenmas said gravely. “What is Roxas doing like that?” He pointed towards the small boy, who now had his head rested against Axel’s chest. Roxas breathed calmly, and axel couldn’t help but smile and Roxas’s small chest rose and fell calmly as he breathed.
“I found him in the rain near the training arena,” explained Axel. “He was half out and vomiting all over himself.”
Xenmas got up and walked over to Axel, not taking his gaze off the older Nobody. “What do you expect me to do about it?” Xenmas’s voice was so uncaring that Axel had to bite his lip to keep from saying something nasty.
“I… I was hoping… that you could help him,” Axel stammered. He truly didn’t think Xenmas would do a thing. The Superior was so wrapped up in himself he hardly ever thought about helping anyone else.
“Me? Help a runt like that,” Xenmas said scornfully, accenting the word ‘runt.’ Axel gripped onto Roxas’s robe until his knuckles were white. How dare he call Roxas a runt! He might be the youngest in the Organization, but he was far from runt-like. Xenmas turned to face his desk. “No. I want you to make him better,” he scoffed. “That’s your mission.
Axel sighed and looked down at the small Nobody.
“A Nobody’s just a shell of a real human, Axel,” Xenmas explained. “We have no soul, and without it, not feelings. Never forget that.” Axel nodded solemnly and slowly headed for the door, closing it behind him.
Heading up the tall flight of stairs, Roxas grunted and gripped Axel’s cloak, burying his face in the soft material. Axel sighed sadly. Roxas looked so innocent, so young. No one understood the boy like Axel did.
When he reached Roxas’s room, Axel opened the white door to reveal a disaster. Roxas’s room was worse than his. Clothes were everywhere and books lay scattered on a small desk. His bed was in the corner of the room, and Axel had a tough time getting there because of the littered ground.
When he did reach the bed, Axel sat down with Roxas still in his arms. The young Nobody shivered and dug deeper into Axel’s cloak pushing his small body against Axel’s stomach. Axel stroked Roxas’s blonde hair, cooing softly to him. Roxas stirred, and relaxed his grip; the young boy nuzzled his friend’s neck and took in a deep breath.
Roxas slowly opened his eyes, looking into Axel’s green ones. Roxas smiled and rested his head on the red head’s collarbone.
“Axel,” Roxas said airily, because his voice wasn’t completely back.”
“Yeah?” his friend asked warmly.
“…thanks,” huffed Roxas, because it took all the air out if his little body just to say that. Axel smiled and kissed Roxas on the forehead.
“I would do it all over again,” he whispered in his ear, and Roxas leaned over to kiss Axel gently on the lips. Axel returned toe kiss, and clutched Roxas’s’ back and pulled him closer. When it had ended, Roxas shuttered, and then fell back into a weary sleep.
But I love your style , excellent . 
Normally don't read KH slash but it was good! ^-^...XD My favorite part was Demyx falling into the flowerpots. Poor Roxas and Axel. ;-; The fact that they were Nobodies was heartwrenching in the game. 'Least they had each other.