-My Style, No Sense-

-A drabble collection centred on 'Kingdom Hearts'-

Part One – Axel And Tora's Exercise Day

Nobody knew whether or not to leave them or risk it and wake them.

"So...what's the worst that could happen if we try to wake them?" Marluxia turned to the person beside him – turned out to be Xigbar – and raised a pink eyebrow.

"Instantaneous death," the Freeshooter replied, "You remember what happened last time someone woke Tora?" The Graceful Assassin made a face as that particular memory resurfaced in his mind. In front of them, on one of the couches in the Grey Room, lay Tora and Axel, fast asleep and one on top of the other. Axel's arm was draped lazily over Tora's back, his other dangling over the side of the couch. Tora's hair splayed out underneath his arm down her back, the fingers of her left hand barely brushing the redhead's. Her Organisation cloak lay dormant over one of the small tables in the room, long discarded in favour of air rushing over bare skin cooling off heat.

"You know..." Marluxia rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I've never seen Tora so...peaceful before."

"She's poison personified; she can't stay still for long." Xigbar responded, stretching his arms above his head.

"Has anyone seen-" A hand clamped over the Melodious Nocturne's mouth as the Flurry of Dancing Flames stirred slightly in response to the noise.

"Do you want those two waking up and hunting us down?" the pink-haired man hissed. Demyx looked over Number Two's shoulder at the sleeping pair and made an 'oh' noise.

"They must be exhausted after coming back from the Pride Lands." Demyx whispered. Both Xigbar and Marluxia looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you know? The Superior sent Tora and Axel to the Pride Lands because Tora kept complaining about needing exercise." Number Nine waved off their confusion and headed over to the couch, a gentle look in his ocean-green eyes. Grabbing Tora's cloak, he threw it over the two of them to cover them up, regardless of the temperature in the Grey Room. Tora nuzzled further into Axel, while Axel's hand unconsciously twined with hers, gripping tightly.

"Yeah, we're not going to get anything out of them for a while." Demyx said.

"How the hell do you do that?" Xigbar asked incredulously. The blond shrugged.

"Tora taught me." was the vague response as he left the room. Number Eleven shook his head to try and rid himself of his confusion and left also, his garden almost calling to him. The Freeshooter shot one last look at the sleepers on the couch, then left also. He needed something to shoot and now; he wondered if he could sneak up on Xaldin first...

Jade green eyes blinked open an hour later, a hand rubbing at the tattoo underneath the left eye. Axel lifted his head a little way from the couch arm and looked down, orange and black obscuring his vision. Giving a little smile, the Flurry allowed himself to bury his nose into the tiger-striped strands and exhale, their previous outing having taken a larger toll on him than he originally thought. He was, however, glad to have only two legs instead of four.

"Ngh...son of a..." The Toxic Mage lifted her head groggily and blinked sunlight gold eyes, "How long were we asleep?"

"Long enough?" the redhead offered. Tora pushed off his chest and knelt on the couch in between his legs, staring at him blankly.

"Sometimes...I really wonder what you're about to say, Axel." she said, smiling a little and brushing her hair with her fingers. Axel sat up also and ran his hand through his spikes, checking to see if any of them were out of place.

"Keeps everyone guessing." he offered, winking. Tora laughed and stood up, pulling on her cloak and zipping it up. Checking to see if anything was out of place, she smoothed the black material out and stretched, satisfied when she heard the small pops in her shoulders and neck.

"Well, you might as well go and find Roxas. I'm sure he's missing out on his flame right about now," she said, grinning, "I'm going to go find Luxord."

"Why?"

"I want to see if I've lost my time manipulation ability, which I probably have because I haven't seen Ryu in a little over a month." Flicking her hair out of her cloak, the Toxic Mage walked out of the room. Axel rubbed his eyes and watched her go, his hands itching to touch something. Preferably Roxas. Or even her hair again...Looking at his hands, he noticed that he had a small memoir of their adventure in the Pride Lands with him.

It was a bark painting of the two of them training at the oasis.

"Bloody monkey..."