Summary: His dream: to be like his cousin Cloud, a Navy personnel. What he got: a red-headed, pirate who loves to blow things up or burn them down. How: the red-head thought it funny to kidnap him.

Roxas had spent his life (a grand total of 19 years) wanting to be and finally enlisting, in the Navy. He had risen the ranks fairly quickly and had landed the position of a Junior Grade Lieutenant. His dream to follow in his cousin's footsteps going very nicely. That is until a red-headed pirate from the infamous Organization XIII showed up and whisked him off against his will to be a pirate?

Axel had spent his life as pirate, from the very day he was born to 21 years later. His father had died and he had replaced his old man on the Oblivion, the grandest and most exquisite of the Pirate ships. He had somehow managed to become the ship's Master Gunner and took great pride in the position. One day, an attempt to loot a merchant ship lands him and his crew mates into a bit of trouble. His only way to get out? Kidnap the Co-Commander of the ship's cousin.

Pairings: AxelxRoxas, RikuxSora, LeonxCloud & ZexionxDemyx.

Warnings: Alternative Universe, Slash, Language, Sex (Oral & Anal), Non-con/Rape, Gore, Violence & Torture.

Author's Notes: I know, what is she thinking starting a new fic?! Well she isn't and she very well couldn't have just let this idea slip! That would be, it would be...WRONG.You must admit that the entire KH cast was meant to be in a Pirate fic. Meant. So, she is very well justified in this new fic. Which, mind you all, is going to be of the shorter variety, with about 4000 words maximum in each chapter. But think of it this way, more updates! Also, let us pretend, for my sake and yours, that they don't talk in pirate slang. I don't think I want to do the research to do that. Therefore, besides the odd, "Arg!" don't expect much Pirate speak.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Kingdom Hearts. It belongs to Square Enix and the Walt Disney Company. I'm simply borrowing the characters for a little bit of fun.

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A Clash of Metal

00. To Glare

v. to stare with a fiercely or angrily piercing look

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He had never been captured by a pair of eyes like these. No, he'd never seen such dazzling eyes; as if they had been formed of the water itself. Aquamarine, amused and oh so intense. Roxas could feel his breath hitch in his throat.

It was as if the eyes had erased all memory of how to fight from Roxas's mind and he stood dumbly, sword in hand staring at the man in front of him. The man, or should Roxas say, pirate, smirked, throwing off an officer with a push from his arm. He suddenly lunged at Roxas and Roxas, caught somewhat off guard, barely brought his own sword up to protect himself. He blinked, his attention returning to him and he glared fiercely at the red-headed pirate in front of him.

He was part of the notorious Organization XIII, who looted, destroyed and burned down more ships and killed, wounded and burned, alive, more people than any other pirate on the waters of the Caribbean. And they had made the terrible mistake of attempting to loot a merchant's ship while the Twilight, commanded by Captain Leonhart youngest captain in the history of the British Navy, was a few miles behind. It had been a foolish mistake.

Or so Roxas thought.

As quickly as the red-head had attacked him, he moved back, sword flicking to the right to try and land one on Roxas. Roxas blocked immediately, not to be caught off guard again. His glare intensified, and this time he attacked the pirate, sword sweeping under his opponents and attacking from the left. The red-head blocked, swinging to the left and swiped at Roxas's legs. Roxas jumped backwards, his sword striking the pirate. The pirate blocked and Roxas found himself countering and attacking, feet gracefully jumping from one place to another, over bodies and dropped weapons.

"You're not going to win!" Roxas huffed; finding an opening at the pirate's left. He flicked his sword forward, only to have it blocked.

The pirate simply smirked, kicking a man that was charging toward him out of his way. He jumped over a dropped canon, easily fending off every one of Roxas's attacks. Suddenly the pirate lunged forward, side-stepped to the left and Roxas, hardly having seen his movements, found the pirate standing behind him, sword placed firmly against the small of his back. He gulped.

"You were saying?" the pirate drawled, and Roxas could almost hear the smirk on his lips. Without a second thought, Roxas swooped downwards, twirled around as fast as his legs would let him and whipped his sword out at the pirate's legs. This time the red-head was caught off guard and he barely missed the sword, having jumped up at the last second.

"Fuck!" He growled and Roxas was back up on his feet, fighting with a new vigour. He bounded forwards, driving the pirate backwards and bombarded him with as many thrusts from his sword as could. The pirate regained his thought process quickly and within a minute they were back to their previous game of driving each other back and forth on the deck of the ship.

Roxas couldn't help but smirk as he saw that the previous amusement in the pirate's eye had been replaced with annoyance, maybe even anger. "You son-of-a-bitch!" he snarled, and drove his sword at Roxas's heart. Roxas dodged just in time, pivoted on his right foot, doing a complete 360 and elbowed the pirate as hard as he could in the gut. The pirate 'oofed' at the impact and Roxas attempted to pound the butt of his sword into the pirate's head but the red-head roared and barrelled forward, tackling Roxas to the ground.

Roxas landed on the deck with a loud thump, he felt his head crash onto the wooden boards and his eyes immediately screwed shut as he tried to get the pounding in his head to dissipate. He felt the weight of the pirate on him and with the little thought processing his brain could do, he launched his knee into whatever part of the pirates body he could get. He heard a grunt of pain from the man and with energy he hadn't known he still possessed, what with his throbbing head and blurry eyes, he shoved him off.

He felt out of breath as he got up to end the life of the miserable pirate but a hand he hadn't quite seen, punched him right in the jaw and then he gasped in pain as he felt something sharp drive into his abdomen. He looked down and saw a sword jammed in, a hand still on the hilt, blood pouring out. He forced his head back upwards and saw that the hand belonged to the red-headed pirate.

"Don't worry kid, I won't let you die, at least not just yet," he smirked.

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Author's Notes: Review please, darlin's.