Good Cop, Bad Cop
It was a very long time for the Organization to catch on. Only when the day came when Roxas and Axel suddenly disappeared after the allotted amount of time for vacation and a search party was sent out did the others fully understood the noises they heard on the other side of the walls. They didn't belong to Zexion and Demyx, oh no. Unfortunately for the Organization of 13, they would have to tolerate a whole new set of…well…interesting sounds from a new set of locations.
Along with being new lovers, the duo of Axel and Roxas had there…enjoyments. One of which was the use of certain objects in particular. Axel's personal favorite, something he fantasies over is using handcuffs. Alas, neither one had any.
That never stopped them though.
Luckily for the young lovers, a certain member clad in a leather black suit was a cop as a somebody. And he keeps his handcuffs as a memento of the times when crime wouldn't run free. The irony of him being in a rather evil organization is unbelievable, but people can change over time
With the intent to use Roxas's undeniable cuteness and illusive innocence, Axel sends the blond off to retrieve the handcuffs in order to engage in a new game Axel concocted himself.
With an attentive knock, Roxas waits patiently as the door opens, revealing a rather giant man.
"Hey, um Lexaeus?" The younger scratches the back of his spiky hair, suddenly and unexplainable nervous.
Lexaeus's eyes bore into his, saying not a word. But it was a sign that number V was listening.
"Can I borrow your handcuffs?"
"Why?" The man was quick to respond, knowing what kind of experiences his precious handcuffs could face if given to either XIII or VIII.
"Me and Axel…" Roxas begins, trailing off.
It appears that Lexaeus was fixing to deny his request, so Roxas quickly fills in the blank before he could.
"Are playing good cop, bad cop!"
"Oh, alright." Lexaeus nods, knowing he too had played that game before, a long time ago.
Number V retrieves the memento of his past and hands it to the eager blond, who took off running down the hallway the minute the metal touched his hands.
A few hours later, a hand touches Lexaeus's shoulder, making him turn around with practiced speed. Number III brushes the dread locks to his back and reveals a pair of handcuffs that were partially melted.
"These were found in Axel's room. Care to explain?" Xaldin asks.
For once in the Silent Hero's life, being silent was the worse move he ever made to answer a statement such as that.
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