Disclaimer: I once had a dream about owning Kingdom Hearts…. Does that count?
I hate the red district. If not for all the whores creeping around, then all the slimy drug dealers trying to hook up their next clientele. Consciously I tug at lock of crimson hair that is buggering my nose. Not to be a hypocrite… but my gang defiantly had better class then the lowlifes in this side of Hollow Bastian. The Nobodies. That was my gang. For the most part we were men, but because of recent additions a girl was added to our gay house. We lived on the better part of town, the place where they called the town Radiant Garden. I'm sure Superior didn't always have that much money. As I was saying, our gang was kind of like an all extensive purposes mafia, seeing as each one of the twelve members dabbled in something different.
Xemnas was the leader of our notorious gang. We never saw too much of him, but he was amazing with words, lying, and cheating. He could easily make you feel like you were nothing. Xemnas pretty much controlled everything from the inside. If anything went wrong… well he was the one who become upset.
Then there was Saix. I'm pretty sure he was Xemnas's partner. Saix handle all the paperwork that came into contact with our business. He also keeps track of what goes on around town, all the payments that any of our clientele needs to make, and just general mob stuff. He was the one who gave us younger members our 'missions' so to speak.
Then there is Xigbar and Xaldin. They are both extremely talented with their weapon of choice, Xigbar's being a crossbow contraption and Xaldin's being usually a lance or some other sharp weapon. They were more the 'you need a guy gone, we'll get it done' types- though Xigbar was defiantly less covert and more into field work than Xaldin. Both the men were known at the mansion for their agility and precision. Whilst Xigbar was more of the hands on kind of guy, Xaldin tended to stay home, perfecting weapons in the smithery or laboratory.
Vexen spent the most time in the laboratory. I didn't know too much about him besides the fact that he was pretty good with chemicals and sometimes worked with Marluxia. Most of the time, I'm pretty sure he just worked on new technologies and stuff. All of the security we had around the mansion was built by Vexen and his lackeys. We all had lackeys for our respective dabbling, only about 3 or 4 placed strategically around Hollow Garden as I had taken to calling in. I was always more of a pessimist, plus Radiant Bastian just sounded weird.
Next was Lexaeus who was the meat of our entire group. He pretty much acted like a body guard or buffer when things got dirty. Each of us had used the giant in our fields more than once. The large bulldozer like man was soft on the inside and I understood why he and Vexen had their thing going on.
I suppose myself and Zexion came next. We were both in the sabotage or delivery field. Whenever someone wanted a document or a place done-up so that the people running it were in a pickle; we were there. I myself was more into the actual destruction or sabotage, and definitely into more field work than Zexion. I had once set a whole building aflame to get rid of evidence. As for my buddy, he was more the deliverer one, when a weapon or document needed to be distributed. He was great at covering anyone's tracks when we needed it. Sometime it would seem like that thing had never even happened. In my four year with the Nobodies ( I joined when I was sixteen), nothing had ever been too out of control.
Next came Luxord, a resident gambler… luckily he was great at it. A lot of the money we made came from either him gambling his way to the thousands or the hundred of fixtures and buildings he owned all around the city. Luxord was really secured when it came to connections. I'm pretty sure he owns at least one eighth of Hollow Garden, and trust me… we have near five million people in the city. Luxord was in good with all the shady connections, but never dirtied his own hands.
Marluxia was in the smuggling and growing business if you know what I mean. Marly knew every drug ever created like he knew his own genitals. Marluxia had his own separate green house and garden at the mansion perfect for his sweet, sweet drugs. For some reason, he seemed to grow better tasting products than any I had ever had. I have only ever smoked a few of Marly's doobs, and lemme tell you, they were better than chocolate milk. I haven't dared touch any of his coke though, from what I heard one try and your whole life is Marly. He brought in quite the share of cash too.
Then there was Larxene and Demyx. They were new to our gang. I was one of the only ones who knew the twins back story, 'cause Xigbar and I were the ones who brought them in. See, as I said before, almost everyone in the house is gay… and the one who's not is Larxene. Poor Demy had come out to his super religious parents only to get kicked out of the house about 3 months ago. Larxene being the sister she is went with him so he wouldn't be alone. Demyx says that she truly is nice… but she's still a bitch to everyone else in the house. Anyway, I digress, I found them under an alley flat-roof huddled and starving. Me, being the nice person I was, brought them to the house if only for a day to get them back on their feet. When we found out the reason he had been kicked out we welcomed him with open arms (we all had stories similar to that), and begrudgingly allowed a female in at Demy's puppy faced request. In a way, he was our puppy. He didn't do any of the work, and barely understood what REALLY went on at the house… if anything he was our innocent figurehead. Larxene on the other hand, she did what any female would do in the mob; she sold herself. Trust me though- she had more dignity than just one night stands. Larxene would get in good with people like the mayor's son or city council's judge, securing our spot (and hers) at the top of the food chain. Her customers; they always came back.
Suddenly a black gloved hand facepalmed me, hindering my walking. We all had uniform outfits to wear when on a mission: A black beanie, black gloves, white shirt, black hoodie, black jean, and Doc Martins, only Larxene's was different. The hoodie was seasonal and seeing as the chilly fall air around us nipped the skin, I welcomed my hood.
"Remember our mission, Axel! This is no time for getting lost in your own head," My pink haired friend hissed.
Oh yes, the mission. We were supposed to bring some people home… just for playing around with of course. It was something we lesser ranked like to do. We would always bring in our toys for about a week or so. First we would break our toy in, letting them get used to us, and then we would play with our toy… finally when they were broken or overused we trashed 'em. (No not kill them.) Did I ever say we were good people? No…. just classier than some…
"Course… sorry Marly, you still got everything?" I wondered. Marluxia usually had all the goods for drugging our toys up and bringing them home; that's why he usually did this job.
"Yea… but only if we need it," was his reply.
We kept walking down the grey, cracked sidewalk hoping to find something that caught our eye. I hoped I could soon, the neon lights promising a good time and cheap beer were giving me a headache. As we passed THE LITTER BOX (one of Luxord's businesses) we saw three boys on the corner of the street, one of them trying to hold up the other two. The darkness shrouded them, so we couldn't really see the boys properly, but it was almost instinct, knowing these boys would be easy prey. I flash a look toward Marly and he curtly nods. Jogging up to the boys, we put up our front.
"Hey boy," I say directing my words to the spiky brown-haired one holding up the others, "need some help with those two?"
"What? Oh ohm… well, sure… I guess," the brownie hesitantly replied.
Man was this boy gullible. We were two strangers, dressed all in black, in the red light, and he trusted us?! I walk closer and pull a blonde boy out from under his right arm and steady him under my arms- the two boys look related. Marluxia takes the other silver haired boy and picks him up, swinging him around to have the silver haired boy on his back in a piggy riding motion.
"I'm Marluxia! Where are you guys heading?" Marly question the younger boy sweetly.
"5th Avenue… I'm Sora. That's Roxas," he says pointing to the blonde in my arms, "that's Riku," he says pointing to the silver haired one, "Um, thanks?"
"No problem, but are you sure you want to go to 5th? That place is pretty dangerous… me and Marly have a place over on the Radiant Garden side. We have a couple of roommates too!"
"But... we…," the one called Sora thinks over my offer, "5th is closer."
Marluxia intervened this time "We have a car, don't worry. Do you even get heat over on 5th? Come on, we don't bite."
I took in the raggedy t-shirt Sora was wear, then stared at the boy, Roxas, seeing he only had on a thin white shirt, and sleeveless checkered jacket.
Finally Sora formed his reply, "Well okay… but only until these two aren't intoxicated anymore. They are so difficult to transport anywhere when they're drunk."
Marly and I smile, honey dripping out of our mouths. I lead the troupe a couple of blocks to the black Escalade the Nobodies own. Marluxia sets his boy, Riku, down in the left seat in the middle row, and then went to start up the engine. I pulled Roxas with me into the last row in the car, and when situated put the blonde's hair on my lap. I barely noticed Sora enter, or the car start… I was too entranced with the boy on my thigh. For some reason the skin where his head lay was tingling. As the car passed under the streetlights I took in the boy's feather-light blonde hair, framing his face perfectly… his face had a feminine touch, but was still predominantly male. The boy had a pert nose, slightly up turning at the end, and simple, yet cute high cheekbones perfecting his face. Those lips though… delectable soft lips… they looked so soft…
Slowly I leaned towards the boy on my lap… soon I was close enough to smell the boys ocean-forest scent. I pulled closer… enough to feel the boy breathing the smell of alcohol on his pure lips…now my nose was bumped against his…
"AXEL! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
My head shot up and hit the top of the car… Ow. Thanks a lot Marly… I look at him confused… What WAS I doing? I stare back down at the boy starting to stir, and put back on my charade on nonchalance when I see Sora staring as well. I just shrug to answer. I look outside the car so that the Venus-Fly trap boy won't screw with me again. Soon I notice we're about five minutes away from the mansion, and are stopped at a street light. My mind flurries again…
'I don't want the others to have my catch…' I think to myself, "no… this one is mine only. He won't be tainted by the others."
When we arrive at the mansion I only stop for a second to see that Sora kid's eyes widen. I hop out of the Escalade in a flash quickly propping up Roxas in my arms in a wedding style carrier. I completely ignore Sora and Marly's indignant shouts, knowing that If I stopped to turn around that I surely would have brought my prize into Zexion and Luxord's waiting hands. I run around the left side of the mansion, dodging the odd flowers and the occasional bench that are scattered around the gardens. As I draw around to a cast iron staircase I set the angel down on his feet, begging him to stand; and he does. We slowly made our way up the stairs and I thank whatever deity there is that each of us Nobodies have an outside entrance to our rooms as well as an inside one.
After five minutes or so we reach the outside door and I kick it open, flinging the poor boy onto my bed. I turn around and latch the outside entrance lock-chain contraption. Now… to take care of him. I rush to the door leading to the hallway and lock it, knowing that any second the others would be at my door. Next I flee to the bathroom connecting mine Lexaeus's rooms, quickly grabbing a cup full of water and some painkillers for when Roxas awoke. When I leave I lock that door as well and I find myself setting the findings on the bedside table near the newfound angel.
'When did I become such a mother!?'
I then proceed to take off the intoxicated boy's shirt and jacket. 'Only so he'll sleep better.' I tell myself, but I can sense my excitement in all my nerves. I find myself stopping when the garments lay discarded on my grey carpet. His chest was so pale… so entrancing… the two pink nubs start to raise from the sudden change in temperature… I hear myself groan. For some reason the boy filled every part of my mind. I lean down to press my lips against his again- this time we wouldn't be bothered. Gradually I let my lips press against his butterfly ones… so tender... His cerulean eyes fluttered open, hazy with tiredness. His lips opened slightly allowing me more access. My tongue darted to his sensitive bottom lip, tasting his wonderful sugary taste. It was so new… so capturing. I was in heaven.
And then he vomited.