Pens That Become Swords
AN: Hello everyone! I just want to give a shout out to the writers that have inspired me to write my own stories here! I was originally going for a one-shot but my mind seems to want a multi-chapter story. Anyways, this is an AkuRoku story and quite frankly… I have NO clue where it's going so if I continue it past Chapter 1, I could suddenly go BAM super plot twist! Well, that said, go forth fellow readers, and enjoy the… show? Eh, whatever you want to call it.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish… BUUUUUT I definitely don't own these AWESOME characters in this story, but thanks Square Enix for characters that make for awesome stories :3
Chapter One
Roxas dreamt of swords. Clanking one another, metal screeching like nails on a chalk board in protest to the abuse each blade took. Roxas' twin blades were barely felt in his hands, perfect balance of weight, and were controlled by his mind that guided his calculated movements. Surreal as it was, colors swimming all around, no true setting, he couldn't bring himself out of the dream through the adrenaline and excitement coursing through his veins. His opponent, with a one handed sword that was crimson red and a clawed glove on his left hand, smirked through the panting and the blood dripping from both bodies, both lengths of steel.
Roxas became caught when he looked at his eyes. His opponent's eyes were a shining acidic green, contrasting his mane of scarlet hair. Everything then seemed to suddenly defy gravity, and in the moment Roxas was distracted, the other man sprinted at him, put his blade horizontal to Roxas' two lengths of steel to protect his body, and used his other hand in the glove to swipe away his weapons. Just like that, Roxas fell backward, his hands now bleeding more than ever, but he took no notice for the tall, slender man now stood over him with a grin.
The man took his sword and cut an inch deep into Roxas, from his right temple to the middle of his chest, peeling his skin like butter, blood covering his whole body, blood loss making him dizzy, and howling in pain his back arched into a terrifying angle.
Red hair shaking as the man chuckled; he took his almost black from blood, crimson blade, and plunged it deep in Roxas' chest. Roxas screamed like a dying animal and sank further into the ground, darkeness over taking him.
As he closed his eyes, he heard the man speak:
"Don't worry kid, we'll be seeing each again soon enough."
Roxas woke with a stared, horrified by the gore and pain, hand clenching his chest. His heart was pounding so fast and so loud he didn't even hear his alarm clock going off.
Sweat dripped down his chin as he calmed himself down.
"It was just a dream, just a dream… Oh god that dream…" he said, still scared out of his wits, "Just a dream, just a- horrible, fucking horrible, mother fucking nightmare!" he exclaimed and wrenched at his hair, eyes wide.
Suddenly the door burst open.
"ROXY~" Demyx sang, "Comon little bro, it's the fucking first day of sch-"
"DEMYX! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU: NO CURSING IN THIS HOUSE!" their mother screamed.
"Sorry mom!" Demyx said back, but he was still smiling and rolled his eyes, "but seriously, Roxas! First day of school! Get up, get up, GET THE DAMN UP-"
"DEMYX! GET DOWN HERE THIS MINUTE! YOU ARE TO BE MUTE UNTIL IT'STIME TO GET THE HECK TO SCHOOL."
Demyx pouted, closed the door just as fast as he came in. Not much point to be in his half-brother's room if he can't talk.
Roxas just sighed. Such a strange family I live with now, he thought. He threw off the blanket, rinsed of in the shower for five minutes, brushed his teeth and jumped down the stairs, only to tumble all the way down from a minor miscalculation. See? This is why I don't do crazy stunts. Damn, that hurt.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?!" my mom, Aerith, asked, eyes terribly concerned.
"Merp… huh? Oh… yeah. I'm okay, just a little shaken."
"Do you need any help? Or an ice pack, or a herbal tea, or maybe a… uh-"
"Hey it's okay mom. Really, I'm fine, see?" he gave her a small smile.
"Well, if you say so…, "she tilted her head as he got up, giving him a once over, "anyways, hurry and eat something, I don't want you to starve on the first day of school!"
"Ummm, that's okay, I had a late night snack and I'm not really hungry…" he lied. Although he didn't eat anything last night, his stomach didn't rumble, nor was he actually hungry. It's called involuntary anorexia, kids.
Quite frankly, Aerith knew this all too well, but knew there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Roxas walked to get his messenger bag, only to find it painted all over. He smiled to himself. Namine, his twin, must have painted it last night. That girl could never go a day without paint on her soft, horsehair paint brush, or her never ending supply of graphite pencils.
Namine was the neighborhood artist. Everyone's house has her magic touch at least on the outside. One could almost call it the most gorgeous graffiti in the world, but the wonders don't stop there. Each painting had a meaning; a meaning that she could only possibly know from being best friends with the people she made it for. That was not the case. She had a special knowing, but she didn't use it for herself. All she did was paint, and she didn't truly know the significance of what she drew and painted. She was just enjoying herself and her talent. Roxas admired that, and was proud to call her his sister. No one really understood her uncanny ability. She was a light person, easy to get along with, and a smile was always on her face.
She was the person Roxas was not.
They were connected to each other by more than a brother and sister bond. They were the half to each other, like the light cannot exist without dark.
As she was confident, Roxas was… insecure and afraid. He liked to be in his own cave, treasuring the small things in his life.
He sighed, and picked up the bag. On the front flap was an oceanic blue dragon, with intense dark, blue eyes. The creature seemed to be alive, even though it was a two-dimensional piece. The dragon was poking its head out of a dark, flaming place, looking at a twilight sky, stars just appearing to shine. On the back of the bag was a scarlet dragon, covered with metal armor with a knight in shining armor riding on its back. Its eyes were an incredible shade of green. Just like the man in the dream, Roxas thought in awe. Uncanny ability, she had, indeed.
"Hey, Roxas," Namine said behind him, startling him, "why don't we start getting to school? Don't want to be late for the first day of school, after all!" she said sweetly, swaying side to side slightly.
"Yeah," he nodded, "oh, and thanks for the touch on my bag, it really is amazing."
"Of course! I'm glad you liked it, you always like creatures that are majestic and I thought dragons would fit in nicely with you."
"You know me best, after all sis," he said smiling.
She giggled, draping her own messenger bag over her shoulder, hers garnished with angels of all kinds.
"LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD, KIDDOS!"
Oh, Demyx, someday my ears are going to fall off because of your yelling, then turning his thoughts with a smile: I wouldn't want to miss all that music though. I wish I knew my talent…
All of a sudden he picked us both up and threw us on both of his shoulders.
"DEMYX!" Roxas and Namine cried.
As Demyx ran out the door a yelled over his shoulder, "By mom, love you!" and just like that, they were off to school, all moving courtesy of Demyx's long skinny legs.
Aerith just sighed, as always, exasperated by Demyx's antics.
"That boy is going to be the death of me…"
When Demyx finally let the two down when they arrived at school.
'TWILIGHT TOWN NORTH HIGH SCHOOL'
"Yo, Demyx!"
"Dem, Dem!"
"Well, see ya, kids! Nature calls!"
"What the fuck?" Nature calls? Seriously Demyx…? Roxas chuckled inwardly, "let's go Namine, let's see what Freshman year hold for us," he said staring at the front.
"Oh! I almost forgot, I have both of our schedules," she handed him a paper with his classes and locker info.
It turned out that their lockers were pretty much on the other sides of the school, and it took twenty minutes for Roxas to find his. Good thing we got here early… It turned out that his locker was right next to the entrance to the school library. Roxas grinned. He adored books; he couldn't wait to get his hands on some new ones. He opened his locker, and then opened his bag to see what he needed and what he could dump for later use. That was when he noticed something very strange.
There were words on the back flap and another paining hidden by the flap. The painting consisted of fire and darkness fighting in such an incredible way. It was a battle between the two dragons, blood on each evenly. Roxas didn't know what to think of this. It was so different from anything Namine every painted. Blood? Darkness? No, this was not anything like her.
Then the words caught his eye. Written in permanent marker were as follows:
'Pens are swords
Flames become blood
Trivial things become undone
And bold hands
Will take your heart
And will be theirs to command.'
What does that mean? Roxas' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was also strange was the rest of the surface was untouched. Not a splotch of paint anywhere.
Then the bell rang.
I'll have to worry about this later. Right now, a new life has begun.