Axel Todd:
The Demon Barber of Oblivion Street
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all its characters belong to Disney/Square Enix. Likewise, the original storyline of Sweeny Todd does not belong to me. I just twisted it to suit my purposes.
Hollow Bastion… a deep black pit, filled with people who are filled with shit. Disgusting. Acid green eyes, outlined with thick, dark lashes stared blankly around the nigh on empty gummi ship port. The only other person there was a boy, much younger than his own thirty years. Said boy's bright azure eyes surrounded by blond, untamed spikes that jutted out in one direction, stared up him curiously.
"Mr. Todd?" No answer. "Axel? Is everything alright?" Those piercing jade turned to him, and the blond repressed a shudder at the sheer emptiness in his companion's eyes.
"No, Roxas. You're so young… to be back in this place that you grew up in… must make you so happy. You have yet to learn the true horrors of mankind; you will learn." Roxas' eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hollow Bastion… holds bad memories for you then, Mr. Todd?" Roxas asked, slipping once more back into formalities. It almost made Axel smile. Almost.
"A few…. My wife… she was so very beautiful. All the flowers paled in comparison to her. But I was not the only one who noticed: some pious vulture saw it, desired to have her beauty all to himself, and used his clawed hands to rip me from her. All he had to do was wait; she was so young, so beautiful, so alone…." Axel trailed off as his words stuck themselves in his throat. Tiredly, he ran long, pale fingers through vibrant crimson locks that spiked back, falling down to his shoulders.
"Did she… succumb to this man then, Mr. Todd?"
"I don't know. And I doubt anyone else does; it was many years ago…." Roxas looked down to the cobbled road, shifting his booted feet uneasily as he was overwhelmed with pity for his poor friend.
"Do… you think I'll ever see you again, Mr. Todd?" he asked, raising his gaze slightly to look into those hollow, shadowed eyes. Axel remained silent for a few moments, seemingly lost in his memories.
"You can come find me, if you wish. Down around Oblivion Street is where I'll most likely be." And with that, he stalked off, ignoring Roxas' proffered hand.
AN: This is my first story and I'm not sure if I'm even going to keep going with it. So read and review but please, be gentle.