My first Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction, so it'll be interesting to see how this goes.
Pairings are:
Axel/Roxas
Xigbar/Demyx
Xemnas/Saïx
Zexion/Lexaeus
Marluxia/Vexen
Riku/Sora
Larxene/Namine
Kairi/Selphie
Slight Roxas/Sora/Axel/Riku.
Summary: Against his better judgement, Axel tells Roxas of what he suspects will go down at Castle Oblivion. Despite Axel's warnings, Roxas secretly follows Axel to C.O. whilst he's there; he meets up with Sora, the very thing the Organisation wants to avoid. What happens when you meet the other half of yourself?
It was quiet in the world that never was. The long, grey and white halls were filled with a deafening silence, not even broken by the echoes of distant footsteps of members making their way from room to room. Even the dusks were absent. As a reward for their exceptionally hard work, the members of Organisation XIII had been given three days off to do as they pleased. Naturally, almost all of them fled the castle within fifteen minutes, off to various worlds for a well-earned rest. It was not often that Xemnas gave them leave to enter worlds when not on a mission, and so they took the opportunity to explore when it presented itself.
Some of the Nobodies stayed behind, either through lack of interest in the other worlds, or for one particular member, because they kept on working, holiday be damned. This member was none other than Saïx, the organisation's resident workaholic.
At this particular moment, Saïx was reading out the weekly social reports to his superior.
"It has been observed that no. II continues to take great pleasure in surprising no. IX via warping to the ceiling in front of him. He has repeatedly caused no. IX to almost injure himself due to his frightened reaction, and has been spoken to about the timing of his… surprise attacks."
"Indeed. Well, I suppose that will have to do. After all, Demyx does not seem too opposed to the attentions of Xigbar" Xemnas mused, leaning back in his chair and crossing his feet on the desk next to his coffee.
The social reports were Xemnas' idea of keeping tabs on the relationships and interactions between the members of the Organisation. It had worked quite well, as he had already discovered seeds of discontent and betrayal beginning to bloom. However, the reports, covering all of the Nobodies interactions, from the serious to the most mundane, had also unearthed some quite interesting tidbits of information as well.
"Lastly, it has been discovered that the relationship between no. VIII and no. XIII has progressed to sexual" Saïx finished, in the exact same tone as the rest of the report had been read in, without hesitation or any indication of embarrassment. This drew a small chuckle from his superior, both at the relatively unsurprising news, and at Saïx's reaction, or lack thereof.
"It has, has it? It's about time, Axel has only been mentally undressing Roxas for a month now. Still, I doubt this will impact on their ability to work efficiently together in missions, as Axel is unlikely to have the ability to distract Roxas when he's working." Xemnas said, idly examining his fingernails.
A short, comfortable silence ensued, until Saïx broke it with a respectful half-bow.
"Superior, that concludes the last of the reports. May I be dismissed?" he asked, knowing full well what Xemnas' answer would be. Xemnas slowly trailed his gaze up Saïx's body, the hunger in his eyes apparent as he regarded Saïx with hooded lids and a lazy smirk that sent delicious shivers down his spine and heat pool in his loins.
"No, you may not" Xemnas murmured; his voice low and laced with desire. He uncrossed his legs and let his feet fall to the floor, beckoning the blue haired man with a flick of his finger, watching as his lover sauntered over and fell to his knees, his lips parted with breathless anticipation.
"Hey Roxie, catch"
Axel laughed as Roxas fumbled the packaged ice cream and fell backward from his perch on the edge of the clock tower.
"Don't call me that" Roxas mumbled as he righted himself, although he had long given up on Axel ever ceasing use of the nickname. Besides, he was used to it now, and it was possibly – heaven forbid – growing on him. But he kept up the façade of protest anyway, because give the redhead an inch; he'd take the whole goddamn mile.
Axel ignored the comment – as usual – and seated himself beside the blonde, so close that their thighs were touching, and put his arm around the blonde after sending the packaging from his own ice cream fluttering to the ground. He ignored Roxas' reproachful glare – what did he care about the environment, he was a Nobody after all – and gazed up into the sky, sighing contentedly.
"I'm going to miss this" he murmurs, "Castle Oblivion is one of the dullest places ever"
Roxas stiffened slightly at the mention of the castle. Axel had told him about his upcoming mission yesterday, and he had despaired at the loss of his lover, even if it was temporary. There was something that Axel was keeping from him though; he had been remarkably close-mouthed about the whole debacle, which was unusual to say the least, as Axel was usually descriptive and long-winded in any explanations he gave.
Axel didn't seem to notice Roxas' displeasure; as lost in his thoughts as he was. He was waging an internal war with his conscience, which demanded he tell his ,over of what he suspected, which went outright against his orders and better judgement. Roxas would worry, he'd want to help, and Axel would not put him in danger, would not let Marluxia – the bastard – anywhere near the keyblade wielder. Even if he were to die at the castle, as long as Roxas was safe he would be happy. And then there was the subject of the Keyblade Master; no one knew what would happen should Roxas and Sora ever meet, and Axel could not chance Roxas being absorbed. He was a selfish man, he knew that; but it didn't change the fact that he would rather have Roxas here than let him become whole again, and risk losing him.
"There's talk of treachery in the Organisation"
And he lost. His conscience won over him, and he blurted out the words without thinking. No going back now.
"What?" Roxas turned to look at him, his sharp gaze confused and questioning.
"That's why I'm being sent to Castle Oblivion. There is a traitor in our midst, and they are amongst those being sent to Castle Oblivion" he paused, and Roxas kept silent, waiting for him to continue, dread sitting in his stomach like stone. Axel sighed.
"I never did tell you what my specific job in the Organisation was, did I. I take out those who betray the Organisation. Marluxia may have the title, but I'm the true assassin"
Roxas stared at him, his eyes wide.
"You're… an assassin?"
"Yeah, it's what I do best. I weed out those whose interests are in conflict with the Organisation and eliminate them. That is going to be my job at Castle Oblivion; follow and obey Marluxia in order to determine who the traitor is, and eliminate them. Use any means necessary" he finished bitterly. "It's dangerous, I won't deny that, and there's the possibility that I will fail. But I have no choice, unless I'd rather be a dusk"
They sat in silence as Roxas took all this in.
"Don't follow me" Axel warned, earning a surprised look from the blonde.
"Huh? I never said I would" Roxas replied, too quickly to be completely honest.
"It's written all over your face."
Axel sighed, and began again, his tone serious. "It's not safe for you to follow me. I already have a good idea of who the traitor is, and were he to encounter you away from the watchful eye of the superior; he would stop at nothing to get you under his control. And then… there's the keyblade master"
"Sora?" Roxas asked, his eyes wide. After much pestering, he convinced Axel to explain to him his connection to the brown haired boy that haunted his dreams.
"Yeah. We're being sent to Castle Oblivion under the pretence that we're to test the boy, and hopefully turn him to our cause. None of us have encountered him before, so we have no idea how he'll react to our plans. It doesn't look good though. But to return to my previous statement, Castle Oblivion is the last place you should be"
Roxas pouted, but did not reply. Thinking – no, hoping – that the blonde had accepted his demand not to be followed, Axel did not pursue the subject. Instead, he chose to direct the boy's attention to a much more preferable subject.
"You know, there's a nice hotel around here somewhere…"
"Soooo, when are we leaving?"
Larxene was sprawled across Marluxia's bed, staring disinterestedly at the ceiling whilst the pinkette tended to his plants.
"We will be leaving as soon as Axel returns" Marluxia replied, gently caressing the leaves of the last of his plants as he watered it. It wasn't necessary to water his plants, they survived just fine on the darkness, but he liked the normality of the gesture. It let him forget he was a Nobody, even for a little while.
"… I'm gonna go check if pyro-boy's back" Larxene said after a few minutes, and left the plant wielder alone in his room. Marluxia finished watering his plants and, after surveying the room with a small, satisfied smirk, also left the room. He walked down the hallway towards the grey room, ignoring the feeling of being closed in that the blank greyscale walls inspired. If he were the superior of the Organisation, he would not have the place looking so empty and blank. The place did not need to reflect the emptiness they felt inside.
Axel was indeed back, and was reclining on a couch trying his best to ignore Larxene's chattering whilst not appearing to do so, a feeling most members knew well. Despite being possibly the most sadistic of them all, Larxene was still a woman, and a talkative one at that. She liked to talk, she liked people to hear her talk, and gods forbid should they ignore her. Most of them had learnt to tune her out while giving the occasional nod, hum of agreement or murmur of disapproval. It was likely that Larxene knew of this, but probably didn't care, as essentially she was still getting what she wanted.
She noticed that Marluxia had arrived and walked over to him, leaving a relieved Axel behind.
"You ready?" she asked, a bright, false smile plastered on her face. He knew that she was not looking forward to going to Castle Oblivion. Her idea of taking over the Organisation was to kill them one by one, slowly and painfully. But she wasn't stupid; she knew that wouldn't be possible with their situation. "We're all here"
"Well then," Marluxia smirked, "what are we waiting for? Let's go."
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Don't expect updates very often, I'm a slow writer and a chronic procrastinator.
KittyCat~