Lead Astray
AKUROKU
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Cold.
Water is cold.
Pink lips murmured nonsense onto the concrete he lay on, and he knew there was no use crying for help, no human would understand. Ocean blue eyes slowly blinked open from drooping, steeped blonde hair, perfect curved lashes flicking off moisture.
He arrived at earth.
The sound of each car's engine revving by, the sound of an ambulance rushing down the street, the wound of humans talking in that language back and forth, so normal and happy. The last few years he hadn't heard such joyous noises back where he was.
Gloved hands pushed up from the ground, a sudden hammered feeling coming to his left. He didn't even dare look at the bleeding gash on his arm, afraid he'd faint from the sight, while he stood up and began limping deeper into the dark alleyway.
Mice scattered at his shadow, two tall perky blonde ears stuck up from his matted hair that stuck to his face while the water acted like glue. His usually pink face had paled drastically from the blood-loss, and he couldn't deny the pain rolling from his shoulder to just below his elbow.
He didn't deny how close he was to dying in the hands of his land's enemy. His memories flashed to the battle— the only thing that lurked in the scene were those dreaded black phoenix feathers, enough to make him spew from the thought of the battle.
And the thought that he was one of the only ones left of his own kind.
Huffing, he stumbled into the abandoned warehouse, happy to find a bed in the closest room to the door. He didn't even have a chance to examine the rest of his surroundings before collapsing onto the bed, his blood continuing to flow from his wound, blood shared with many others that laid in that room.
And he knew it won't be long before he too was wiped from the planet.
Gwko nw.
Help me.
Prelude: Because you live
"Stop fooling around, Axel." The red head stuck his tongue out at his leader. He wasn't joking when he said he didn't want to follow someone who layers his hair and dyes it pink. And it obviously wasn't for undercover purposes either. Hell, he was even more girly than the actual girl next to him. She had a snide smirk on her face, most likely because he just got scolded.
Out of anyone in the gang—which sadly includes Demyx—why on earth did he get teamed up with these two?
Axel adjusted the crooked headband on his head and followed the two 'girls' into their old hideout. They each had a headband, weither it was on their arms, head, or waist, and it showed where they belonged. The headband sheltered the sign of their gang, Batucyhtbnuit, a white phoenix with a long, cigarette in its mouth while it spreads its azure-fire lit wings on the red fabric. The seal was known anywhere, and most, even police, would cower in fear to it.
"Axel search these rooms near the door, I'll look around upstairs, and Larxene will look in the rooms further in. Burn any evidence we were here, and kill any witnesses." He didn't even give it a second thought before easily disappearing up the steps. The blone girl let out a disgusting little laugh before disappearing into the dark depths of the warehouse. Axel growled, of course the burning part was definitely meant for him. Though Marluxia, Mr. Pink, could easily light a match and burn down whatever he'd like, but his true power lies in the seeds of cherry blossoms- only adding to his obvious girliness.
Larxene's, the blonde pushover girl's, power lie in the wake of a thunderstorm. With just a flick of her finger, electricity could serge through the item, burning it like a microwave and easily finishing the job. Axel's power, however was just plainly fire.
Upon entering the room to his left, not daring to take a good look at what the room concealed, he shot out his palm at the area, causing heat waves to crash against the bed and drawers, with the effect of making it all to burst up into flames. It was the reason their gang was the most powerful, no ordinary human would be able to do anything that they've done.
Axel wouldn't dare to remember why he had earned the powers, its horror always trying to show itself through red flames. Turning away, he hastily put them all out with a snap, leaving the room black in the ashes of what he had burned. "This was Demyx' room." He whispered to himself, trying to remember what it looked like before they had moved out.
He slowly remembered all the drowned bodies of police that sat here after their last mission, his stomach twisting and turning at the sight. He didn't like what the gang did, but it was the only way of life for him, and it was a debt he was forced to pay.
He continued around, burning what he remembered to be Xaldin and Zexion's rooms on his way. It left only one more room to exterminate—his own.
Not only did the thought of seeing the dead bodies burnt and cut apart in that room make him spew, it made his heart ache longingly. All this gang had ever done was collect and destroy, killing everyone in its path.
Ignoring the tears at the verge of falling from his eyelids that had heavily put eye-liner, he slowly made his way to his room, burning the breakfast he had that morning just by glaring at it. Either way, liking it or not, he would do this. He would have to.
This time, though, he actually examined the room before entering, taking notice of a small, blonde boy laying on his bed, heaving. The small, skinny body wasn't nearly capable of doing anything too drastic, which means the large gash that dragged from his left shoulder to the elbow couldn't possibly be a healthy sign. But Axel saw him breathing, and that was all he needed to know that boy was alive.
"Hey." He called out to the boy. Not only was he soaked in blood, but in water. His damp hair almost prevented the boy from opening his ocean-blue eyes, but that's when Axel admitted that he saw the most beautiful color in his life. The blue was like an azure diamond, glistening in the light. Any girl would drool at the sight, and any type of jewel would look rough next to them, "Hey, are you okay?"
The boy, he found, didn't speak his language. The answer he got was, "qgi lew tiy?" Axel made a bit of a contorted face, hoping the boy didn't get a concussion with that gash. He began to feel around his head for any bumps but jumped when he noticed two furry ears blending in with the blonde puff of hair.
And he knew for a fact that they were real, because they twitched at his touch, and the boy purred when he rubbed across them. A cat boy, it made life seem so much more normal.
Axel would have just sighed and left the boy, but there were certain orders that he would have to attend to. He does believe his team leader said clearly 'kill any witnesses.'
It was just too bad the boy was a witness.
"Don't worry, and do anything but make a noise." He whispered before letting the heat waves flare up.
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"Finished, Axel?" The glare of those dark eyes would scare, if his hair wasn't just so damn pink.
"Of course, every body burned." Axel made a smug smile while he put his hands on his hips.
"Wow, so the perilous Axel finally follows orders? I don't believe that." Larxene sniped as she walked ahead, Marluxia right behind her.
"Let's go home and report."
"Oh but." The two turned and glared at him, "I left my coat inside. May I get it?"
Marluxia showed an obvious sign of a migraine from Axel's random requests. "Whatever." He growled, walking off, "Come, Larxene, let the idiot get his coat."
"Haha, only an idiot would leave their coat in that abandoned warehouse." She laughed, easily keeping up with him.
"Well thanks for the compliment, you two, I really appreciate it." Axel waited until they were out of sight before walking back inside the warehouse and turning to his room.
He paused for a minute, inspecting the burnt surroundings before kicking up the dust of his old carpet and clicking open an underground safe.
"Are you okay?" He asked again, the blonde boy leaning against the wall of the safe, clutching his arm in pain.
"gynlba agiyksbr vw lvkw ri si rglr, qglr lew tiy?!" Axel didn't even try to understand the nonsense, pulling the boy up.
"Look, I understand you're from somewhere foreign, wherever cat people reign." He pointed to the ears, making them twitch. The blonde's eyebrows furrowed, showing he was obviously offended. Axel sighed, and pointed to himself.
"I am Axel."
"I am Axel." The boy repeated pointing to Axel, attempting to understand.
"Axel." He repeated, hoping the boy would understand that was his name. The blonde, however, has been through this situation many of times, counting the times he was forced to travel and got lost finding the ship. This scenario, he recalled, was when the other person tried to tell him his name. If he learned millions of languages, the human language should be no different.
"Eizla… I am… Eizla." His accent was still a little deep, but at least it was semi-understandable.
But Axel did admit, what kind of name was that?
"Eizla, okay, um, what happened there." Axel pointed to the gash, and the blonde blinked rapidly before noticing what the other man was getting at.
"iye xiybret'a wbwnt lrrlxjws ya lbs…" But he stopped, remembering that he was somewhere where anything he said would just be a waste of time.
Axel noticed this too, just examining the wound instead of asking. Wit the many years that he lived with killing, it was definite that the gash was made from a long sword, but it was lucky that the boy was just the right distance not to get sliced through vertically. He suspected that he had to run from someone, or something.
"Well, since I can't understand you, and you can't understand me, and if you're going to stay here, I guess I should point out some English to you." The boy lowered his blue orbs. His usual self would have just stabbed the man in the stomach and ran, but not only did he not posses his usual swords, but he was in no condition to fight or run. He could only chance with the human, and it was likely that any human would be kinder than what he had to put up with for the last four years.
But it wasn't just that, something about the man…
…definitely felt like home.
The human rambling became even more of a blur as his eyes rolled back.
And he was known to keep his hold until he found something comfortable to lean on.
So fainting on Axel was indeed concentrated on that instinct.
"Well, goodnight then."
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A/N: Ugh, no I didn't permanently change Roxas' name, don't kill me, okay?
It's just his alien name, you'll understand next chapter when I explain.
So anyway, I decided to go suicidal and write a new story, yay me. Um… I think this one turned out pretty good, I didn't know I could actually write so descriptively O.o I believe I was in writing mode.
I don't know, I think I'll reread it one day and go, D: Wow, this really sucks.
But whatever, this was just a prelude, more of the storyline later. And after this, chapters will be 6-8 pages long on 11 font, promise. This was only like four pages, but that's cuz I wanted to leave it off somewhere good.
AND NO, THE LANGUAGE ISN'T NONSENSE, IT'S ACTUALLY WELL THOUGHT THROUGH. You'll understand next chapter too, but if you realllly wanna have a hint, look at your keyboard and see if you can translate Roxas' rambling yourself. Remember, Eizla is translated into Roxas in the exact same way, and look at the number of letters in each word. Candy for anyone who could figure it out.
But come on, if its not obvious then, then I guess I actually did something right O.o but that's impossible, prove me wrong, people.
BTW, I wrote this for my good friends so I wanna give a shout out to them.
Nana, I'll really miss you, and I hope you can read this when you're back. I love you with all my heart.
Kazuki, I hope California is good for you, though we're very far away, the internet can be used to communicate, ne? But if you REALLLY wanna go deep, lets steal Kairi's letter: There are many worlds but they share the same sky, one sky, one destiny. 8D now open the door to light and come here, fewl. No jk, like that would happen.
Usaku and Mai, the way you roleplay lead my thoughts all the way to this, so I really wanna thank you guys for the inspiration. If its just you guys reading and no one else, then I have enough of a reason to continue.
Everyone else, with that, I still like other ppl to criticize me/tell me nice things so please review. But again, if you don't like it, leave a review, but don't leave one about how you don't like yaoi/Roxas/axel/Akuroku/Disney/Kingdom Hearts/anything here that was fact not fiction. Seriously man, what are you doing in the Kingdom Hearts Section?
Anyway. I do accept critics on the plotline and/or writing style, it hurts, but it helps me become a better writer, and that's the reason I rejoined fanfiction, my dad always tells me I write like crap and I really want to get better, so pleaaaase give me a little thing to hint on. All Reviews are responded to.
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