Blonde-haired, big, blue eyed, and the innocence of a three year old. Pouting lips and skin that could give a model a run for their money. His name? Roxas. Rocks-ass, get it? He is the object of my mission. You see, there is this game that my little group and I play – We take two innocent, young kids, and turn them into something else. Something… tougher. Harder. Fit to join our group.
Two of our members have left, ran away, more like it. But you see, you aren't allowed to just leave our group, nope, once you leave, you won't last very long. The terrified member of question is now somewhere in the bowels of New York – courtesy of well, me. Vexen always did always hate gutters… But I digress. Now that two of our numbers left, we need two more; after all, you can't have Organization XIII without thirteen members.
The other subjects name is Sora. He has been given to Riku, as a "test" of sorts. Riku, and me, we go way back. Joined at about the same time, making us about the same rank, too. We haven't done our test of entry yet, so the "superior " has chosen us to make these two lambs into orgy material. If we don't pass this test, we get "let off" and being let off is not a good thing. Being "let off" is just the superiors' way of saying: "you have three days to run." Sounds like a dangerous group, right? So why even do it, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
There are certain…perks. Free admission to clubs, status with the dealers around here, the fear and respect other groups' give you, and the protection. Anybody who touches you – looks at you badly, we have a way of making them disappear.
But back to Roxy-kins. He lives in the rich part of town, though of course…I did too, once upon a time. Somehow, the superior had gotten me a job as a bodyguard of sorts to his family. His very paranoid family. Heh, though with all of their paranoia, I'm right here.
He has never so much as looked at me, though I have looked at him – maybe he thinks I am a big wall decoration or something. If this mission was going to work, than I will have to force him to notice me. The problem? How. I've got a year to turn this little blondie into organization material. Not only will he have to be able to join, he will have to want to join. That means I will have to get him obsessed with drugs, freedom, power. But to do all of these things, most of all, he has to become obsessed with me. Day by day, get him closer to me; make him want to feel the need, the wanting.
Not love, no. Love means trust. And trust will get you dead around these parts. Making a person obsessed with you is not as hard as it seems. First, have Roxy-kins get closer to me, make him my best friend, a crutch to lean on when broken, a shoulder to cry on when sad. Then, tell him little by little about my life, reveal small secrets here and there. With his personality, he will most likely try and get me out of the hellhole I am living in. But no. It will be the other way around. I will slowly drag him out of his little niche in Pleasantville. And he won't come kicking and screaming. No matter what it takes, who or what I have to sacrifice. I will always result with the advantageous position, and from there on, I will win.
My name you ask? Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?
Mother and father have hired a new servant. A bodyguard for the family. He doesn't look like much, just like one of the gangs that hang around the less fortunate areas of the city. Tall, lanky, with shockingly bright green eyes and vibrant red hair. He makes me nervous. A foreboding? Nonsense. Mother and father would never let someone dangerous into the house.
Earlier today, I saw him touching one of the servant girls. They all seem charmed by him, nearly swooning as he goes within a yard of them. Why do they act this way? His face is handsome, I'll admit. But is that really the only reason? I often feel him staring at me, his gaze digging into my backside as I walk down the long halls of the mansion.
Sometimes, I catch him staring at the more…private areas of my body. It's enough to make me flush, and turn away from him. Why do I act like this around a mere servant? Though lanky, he has lean muscles, a well-defined stomach and chest, well suited to the task of a bodyguard. If he has that kind of body, why does he still look at me like that? Though disgusted by him, I cannot help but to wonder…
Curiosity is a normal thing right?