Caught
By shoujoQ
To Readers
Dear fellow yaoi-lovers,
I'm truly and deeply sorry for not updating my Serendipity fanfic and for not supplying you with some good-quality yaoi. In actuality I haven't a slightest idea what was wrong. I keep on getting error messages every time I post a new chapter. Hopefully this new fanfic will help you to cheer up, if I get it posted that is. (I will still try to update Serendipity, I promise)
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Oh,
I'm still looking for beta, or omega, or whatever you crazy fangirls call it. I don't care. But in all seriousness I feel like I kind of know where I'm going, but I feel like I need to be guided and motivated so please help a fellow Kingdom Hearts playing, yaoi drawing, anime obsessed, fangirl out.
DisclaimerI live in a cardboard box for god's sake. Do I look like I own anything? Be ready for cheap chunk of paper if you're going to sue. (Although I would still probably need it, because when it rains it really sucks for me.) Oh, and I don't own Kingdom Hearts or nothing, just ask my friends.
Summary-- Roxas has the perfect plan to rob the Casino Eight blind…until the intimidating owner catches him red-handed. Now the blonde knows he's gong to pay…--
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Chapter One--
Roxas watched with wide-eyed horror as Sora went all-in. Pretending to check his watch, he brought his wrist to his mouth to speak into the microphone that transmitted to Sora's earpiece."What are you doing? That bet will get security's attention."
Sora ignored him. The blonde's gaze remained glued to the PDA he had tucked discreetly under his arm. He had designed the electronic system that allowed his cousin to control where the roulette wheel stopped. Sora had the possession of the device; so all the blonde could do was watch on the tiny screen as Sora once again made his number come up, this time collecting several hundred thousand in process.
The brunette hadn't listened to a thing Roxas told him about gambling. Sora was supposed to stagger his winning numbers and never bet more than a few thousand at a time. Yet he had amassed so much money so quickly that it seemed impossible security hadn't taken him aside already.
Roxas breathed a sigh of relief when his cousin collected a ticket for his winnings and walked to the cashier. Surely, Sora had made enough with tonight's bets so that they wouldn't have to do this again.
Roxas followed his cousin's progress as the brunette sauntered from the casino, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. Once he had cleared the doors, the blonde tucked the PDA into the sleeve of his oversized hoodie and stood up, prepared to slip out behind him.
The blonde ran straight into two men who looked like they could bend him into a pretzel. They wore identical black suits, white shirts and black ties, along with matching frowns. The only contrast between them was the shade of their hair. Roxas's stomach clenched with fear, and he suddenly had the urge to urinate.
Somehow, he managed a small smile.
"Excuse me."
Even as he tried to brush past them, he knew they were there for him. It didn't surprise Roxas when the brunette put his hand on his arm.
"Mr. Hino would like to see you."
Roxas tried for a blank look, but he knew exactly who he was. Hino Axel owned the Casino Eight, where Sora had just screwed up Roxas's careful system and attracted unwanted attention.
"I'm sorry, but I really must go. I'm meeting a friend…he's a cop," he added with a hint of desperation.
"Mr. Hino insists."
Roxas thought about struggling but quickly discarded the notion. He would only make a fool of himself, and his protests wouldn't garner help, anyway. The other gamblers might look up from their various tables and machines if he yelled, but they certainly wouldn't step away from their games to intercede on his behalf with Security.
He shrugged, affecting a nonchalance he didn't feel, and trudged between the two men, noticing they kept him within touching distance at all times. They didn't make contact, but he knew they would grab him in a second if he tried to run.
As they led him from gaming floor to a door marked Private, his stomach clenched again, and he tried to suppress a wave of nausea. If his research was correct, they would be taking him to an area that resembled an interrogation room in a police department. It was a way to hold him off until they were ready to turn him over to officials with the Traverse Town Gaming Community.
Depending on how the casino operated, there might be cameras in the room but maybe not. Without witnessed or recording devices, they could do anything to him.
In the old days, the TGC wouldn't have even been called in. Roxas never thought he would be relieved at the thought of being turned over to legal officials.
The hallway was nondescript, with pale yellow walls and white tile floor that squeaked under the soles of his sneakers. Roxas cringed each time his shoes squeaked, having the irrational notion it called more attention to him.
Roxas quickly lost all expression when the men steered him through an unmarked door into a room with thick concrete walls, a scarred metal table and a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. He sat without protest when the brunette steered him to a chair in the corner. The table and the two goons' presence blocked him in, making it that much more difficult to reach the door.
He scanned the room with nervous eyes. His hearts skipped a beat when he saw a camera high on the wall, angled in his direction. At least there would be a record of the interview.
Hands clenched tightly in his lap, Roxas didn't try to speak. These men couldn't and wouldn't help him, and they certainly weren't the ones who wanted to speak with him. They simply did Hino Axel's bidding, just like every other employee in the building.
He wondered if Sora had made it out without being caught. Concern for Sora's fate tempered his own anger that his cousin had messed up everything and landed him in this predicament. Roxas had to admit it was difficult to worry overmuch about his cousin when his own fate was in doubt at the moment. What would Mr. Hino do to him?
As if thinking of him had conjured the man, he entered the room. His walk was silent and stealthy, like a hunter stalking prey. Roxas gulped audibly when he saw the predatory gleam in his dark green eyes. Then he gasped when the full force of Axel's presence hit him. If he weren't so frightened of him and his circumstances, he would have found him attractive.
He was tall and solid, even without the bulk of the two security men. The expert cut of his suit revealed the perfection of his body in a classy way. The bright crimson spike were a perfect foil for his breathtaking emerald-green eyes. Smooth planes and sharp angles made up a striking set of features.
A shiver went up Roxas's spine when he met Axel's gaze.
Axel knew Roxas had been cheating, and he definitely didn't plan to overlook the blonde's dishonesty.
The redhead took a seat across the table, and his two goons backed away, framing either side of the door he had shut behind him upon entering. When Axel placed his hands on the table to lean over toward the blonde, Roxas couldn't help admiring the strength in them, undiminished by the manicured fingernails.
"You've stolen from me, girl."
His voice was smooth, with just a hint of rasp. Roxas didn't bother to deny his accusation, knowing he would lack conviction.
He hadn't directly stolen the money, but had engineered the process that allowed his cousin to do so.
"I…" he cleared his throat. "I really need to go."
"His friend, the cop, is waiting for him," said the brunette, with a smirk.
"Maybe he'll be the one to arrest you." Axel leaned even closer. "Electronic surveillance tracked a signal from your PDA to a location inside the casino. They isolated the algorithm and determined you were monitoring one of the games. We didn't find the device emitting the signal, but it's just a matter of time before we catch your partner. Giving us a name and location will make this easier on you."
Roxas dug his fingernails into his palms and refused to speak. He couldn't betray Sora. Too much rode on his getting away with the money. Instead, he leveled a look of outrage at Axel.
"I don't appreciate being accused of cheating. Either let me go or call the police, but don't talk me to death."
Axel stood up, kicking away the chair with a thud as it hit the floor. He strode over to a utilitarian metal cabinet sitting in the far corner of the otherwise bare room to open a drawer. The blonde guard went to the security camera and unplugged from the back. Roxas's need to pee returned with increased urgency.
When Axel returned to the table, he carried a small metal case. Roxas couldn't tear his gaze from the redhead's long fingers as he opened the container to reveal a set of knives. Roxas couldn't look at them for long, but they appeared to be show quality, as one might use in a performance. A lead weight settled into his stomach as he pictured himself strapped to a wheel while the enraged man across from him carelessly threw knives, not caring if he hit or missed him.
Axel removed a slim knife. Roxas made himself look at it, judging the silver blade to be a mere four inches, with an ivory handle about the same length. It didn't look like much of a knife, save for the wicked glint of light reflecting from the blade. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Is it supposed to frighten me? If you try anything, you'll be the one in jail, not me."
Axel touched the blade lightly. "Will it matter to you where I am if you're in a shallow grave? Traverse Town is full of dark corners, missy."
Roxas's eyes narrowed when he finally realized the older male thought he was a girl. The flash of anger was out of proportion to the offense, and pride made him want to correct the assumption.
Yes, he wore skinny jeans, translucent glasses and the black hoodie, but did it really amplify his femininity that much?
A deep breath helped him quell the urge to rip open the zipper and show him his…goodies.
It was insane to worry about mistaking his gender when the man was threatening to kill him.
Roxas made himself focus. "People saw me come in. You have cameras recording everything."
"Not in here."
Roxas lifted his chin a notch. "It doesn't matter what happens in here, recorded or not. There are still witnesses and video."
"For whom do the witnesses work?" A nasty smile flashed across his face, startling Roxas. The look made Roxas want to do all sorts of naughty things a sixteen-year-old boy shouldn't know about. The spark of desire was unexpected and unwelcome in the circumstances.
"Who pays the salaries of those monitoring the recordings?" Axel laid the knife back into its spot in the case and picked up another one. His methodical actions served to obliterate any reaction save fear. "Do you really think you're the first one to cheat in my casino, miss?"
Roxas watched the knife, as the man stood up, walking toward him. Some parts of his brain insisted it was all for dramatic effect, but terror was drowning that out. As eight inches of steel neared him, he couldn't resist the flight impulse. Roxas slid from his from his chair and scrambled across the table, desperate to flee.
Axel grabbed him around the waist, arresting his escape. Roxas wasn't thinking any longer, was only reacting, and instinct propelled his hand. His palm collided with the redhead's cheek, and the man drew in a breath through clenched teeth. Roxas didn't know if his daring had stunned the older male, or if he had actually inflicted harm, and he had no chance to find out. The last thing he saw was a fist flying at his face, seemingly in slow motion. He tried to duck but wasn't successful. It connected with the blonde's jaw with a meaty thud. Roxas heard a cry escape him as he blacked out.
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Axel cursed when the girl slammed into the table with a thud that echoed around the room. He shook his hand absently to dissipate the sting and dropped the knife so he could check the girl's pulse.
"What the hell?" He hesitated, hand poised at the blonde's throat, when he saw a vast flatness where he expected the breasts to be.
A sinking sensation filled him as he completely unzipped the hoodie and with a quick jerk, stripped the blonde of his shirt. It wasn't the most beautiful body he had ever seen, but there was no denying it was a boy lying on a table, not a young girl as he'd initially thought.
"Dammit," he said under his breath as he scooped the young teen into his arms.
"Sir?" asked Cloud. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing, except she is a he." A corner of his mouth quirked.
Roxas was light as a feather, and Axel carried him without effort to the elevator. When his guards made to accompany him, Axel shook his head.
"Have Security buzz me through to my suite." He pushed the P button with his elbow to take them to the penthouse floor, and the doors slid closed. The elevator conveyed them smoothly to his private quarters, and he watched the boy the entire time.
He had an interesting face, with a narrow nose and high cheekbones. His full lips softened the face, adding a delicate femininity to it. His pale skin was an unexpected contrast to the golden-blonde shade of his spikes.
As he walked out of the elevator, Axel ignored the security guard posted in the foyer, barring access to those not authorized to enter his private quarters. As instructed, Security had unlocked his suite, sparing him the need to use his key card, and he crossed the threshold.
He caught his breath when the boy curled closer to him, pressing his face into his chest. Blood rushed to Axel's cheeks and he shook his head, caught off guard by the perverted thoughts. He wasn't accustomed to being attracted to men, especially cheaters.
Axel laid the blonde on a sofa and used the phone to summon the casino's doctor. He doubted he had done any permanent damage to the young man, but a pink splotch on his jaw had formed, and he expected it would become a nasty bruise.
The boy has stirred, and Axel held his breath, wondering if he would awaken. When the boy simply changed the positions, the redhead gave in to the urge to examine him more closely.
Axel walked over to him, perching on the couch as he removed the shirt, once again, and examined a smooth, flat chest. His hands began to roam, pinching boy's nipples which instantly got very hard.
Feeling like a pervert for sexually touching an underage boy, he began to move his gaze lower. Axel licked his dry lips as he imagined grabbing on to the boy's hips while his cock drove into the heat of the blonde's ass.
His cock swelled at the thought, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to regain control.
What the hell was he thinking, lusting after this boy? It was creepy to be watching the young boy without his knowledge, to be thinking of sex when he'd never want to get involved with someone who'd stolen from him.
Torn between guilt and curiosity, he continued his perusal, deciding that for a boy he sure had killer legs, from what he could see under the tight fabric of the skinny jeans that the blonde wore.
When the blonde had been a girl to him, his plan had been straightforward. He would scare the cheater into revealing the name and the whereabouts of the person with his money, along with just how much they had stolen, and then turn the kid over to TGC and the police for arrest. The knife business had worked many times in the past, and he had yet to use the antique collection for anything but scare tactics. He was not the first "girl" that tried to rob him of his money, so scaring him for information wouldn't have been so hard, but…
Everything changed when he realized that the boy was a boy. It wasn't just the guilt of having hit him that made him reluctant to turn him over to authorities. It was something about this boy that made Axel want to protect him from prosecution but not punishment.
He quashed the impulse and rose to his feet to answer the knock on the door. Regardless of his bewildering attraction to the younger male, the boy was still a thief and Axel would treat him accordingly. People did not rob Casino Eight and walk away scot-free.
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So did you like it? I sat the entire day writing this, while listening to Balamb Garden and Fisherman Horizon theme music (from Final Fantasy 8) it was so awesome. Also I watched Donnie Darko and Smiley Face, they were amazing. They were amalgamations to my blissful day of wonders. yay. Applause to the reader. (Readers please clap, I mean like for real) So anyway if I get much love and feedback I will update quickly, because I'm doing this for you guys and its kind of hard to get the story going when like nobody reviews because then it makes me feel like you don't care. I mean I always review when I read people's fanfics because then when they log in, they'll be like "awesome, I feel loved ;" so please it literally take one click, then type, type, type and then another click. Sorry if I sound bossy or bitchy, I'm just anxious to get people's thoughts. So okay. Have a pleasant rest of the day, and/or good night and may you dream about lots of yaoi.
