A/N: A friend and I have this crap-tastic comic we update once a week. I decided it would be cool to form that into a fanfic. I changed some of the things that happened and added some stuff, but what can ya do? Let me know if you would like a link to the comic.
Disclaimer: KH is not mine, but I like to write about it.
A Beautiful Letdown
Chapter 1: Prologue
A short time after the conclusion of Kingdom Hearts 2...
Cool metal seemed to slice rather easily through Hades' ghostly body. Short black hair dripping with sweat stuck to the forehead of the King of the Underworld's slayer. The man removed his weapon from the ex-ruler and snickered to himself. He quickly turned around, red cloak flapping in the stale wind of the underground. The man shot a quick look back at his now slain opponent.
"Stay dead this time," Auron murmured.
His head whipped back to its original position as Final Fantasy victory music rang through the empty cavern. Since when do I get reception down here? His fingers flipped open the sleek black cell phone.
"What do you want," Auron wasn't good with hello's, goodbye's or people in general.
"It's taken care of boss," replied an unknown voice.
"Good. Hades is gone," he said as he continued his way down a seemingly endless road.
"Great. There's just one problem," worry filled the other's voice.
"And what would that be?"
"It's the Organization..."
"I'll deal with it," with that Auron closed his phone and quickened his pace. I don't need them messing with my Underworld.
Auron's pace stopped outside a red door equipped with a spray painted Organization symbol. His face tensed at the thought of those punks defacing his newly claimed property. After a heavy sigh he pushed the door forward.
His eyes widened at the sight laid before him. All of Organization XIII were there, but a tad different. Most of the members seemed, well, gay. He had known that the powers the Underworld possessed could have side effects on newly dammed souls, but this was ridiculous. Most of the time new entrants to Hell would be without strength, or have changed in appearance, this was the first case of homosexuality he had ever heard of.
Xemnas stood in the corner of the room with a microphone and a can of beer screeching the lyrics to what Auron could only assume was a song from Atlantica. How he had despised that place. Thank God he had only heard stories pertaining to the horrors of the musically challenged oceanic nightmare known as Atlantica and had never ventured there himself.
Xigbar and Xaldin were in pajama pants fighting over a bag of Doritos while the kid with the blonde mulle-hawk known as Demyx played some j-pop song on Dance Dance Revolution.
He turned his glance to the other side of the room hoping to see someone, anyone, acting like a normal human being instead of a metro sexual idiot. Instead he found Vexen, Lexaeus, Saix and Luxord half naked playing strip poker. A violent shuddered passed along the man's body, but the torture wasn't yet over.
Zexion was found in the adjacent corner engulfed in a novel. Auron lifted his sunglasses and squinted to read the title of the mystery novel. He couldn't make out the words, but instead saw two naked men holding each other. Yaoi manga, perfect, the man thought as he searched for anyone that seemed normal.
Poor Larxene sat by herself at a table. Her eyes starring intently at what appeared to be a lesbian magazine, trying ever so hard to ignore all the commotion going on around her.
Axel and Roxas could be found at the bar that someone had built in the little time the Organization had been in the Underworld. Roxas leaned lazily on a wall, bottle of beer in hand while Axel stood dangerously close to the blonde, hands moving all over the other's body.
Auron's gaze was interrupted by a flash of pink hair. Marluxia was in his black cloak, like normal, what wasn't normal was the skipping while singing 'Baby One More Time.' Maluxia didn't notice Auron's disgusted face and grabbed a basket off of Larxene's table. He took a hand full of its contents and flung them about the room.
Flowers, fucking flowers, behind his sunglasses, Auron's left eye had acquired a new ability: the twitch of disgust.
Just then he heard Axel's voice and turned to see what the boy was up to. "Hey Roxie, how impaired do you think your judgment is right now?" Axel snickered as his hands made their way up Roxas' shirt.
Something snapped in Auron's head, "Oh, hell no! I did not leave the living world for this!" His voice echoed through the now silent room. "Axel, get your ass over here, now." The redhead obeyed the loud, demanding man and made his way through the room.
"What the hell is going on down here? I leave you guys alone for two damn hours and the door is spray painted and everyone's gay," Auron's face was red with anger.
"I dunno," Axel shrugged. "Ever since I got here I've had this overwhelming want to have relations with almost every man I've seen."
Auron shuddered, "Dear Jesus."
"Not you, silly," Axel playfully nudged the taller man's shoulder.
The older man pressed his fingers against his temples, "Tell me, Axel, is there anything else that is different with you and the Organization besides being obnoxious and gay."
"Not really. Although I do kinda miss my soul..." Axel looked away for a moment.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," somehow Axel had snapped into a semi-serious mode. "I just feel like all the kisses I've been getting from Roxas don't mean anything. Like all of this is in vain...I feel empty when I stop to think about it..." Axel looked up and smiled, "So that's why I try not to think while I'm done here." With that, the 21-year-old's attention span died and he was off to mess with Roxas once again.
Auron walked into the room and sat down on the couch. He looked up to the TV where Demyx was playing DDR. The song made his eye twitch. I'm the ruler of the Underworld, and I can't come up with a way to get these creeps out of here? Wait...I am the ruler. What the hell? I can do what I want. The man stood up and clapped his hands.
"Attention Ogranization XIII," his voice boomed though out the room. The entire Organization stopped dead in their tracks. "I can't deal with all of this and am willing to strike a deal with you guys."
"What can't you deal with?" Larxene asked.
Auron pointed to Marluxia who was still tossing flowers into the air, "I can't deal with Marluxia being a damn fairy and you guys reaching havoc about my Underworld. I don't have time to babysit, so, that being said, who wants their soul back?" Auron had to get rid of them somehow.
He had all the Organization's attention as they all smiled the thought of having their lives back.
"Well, being as I now have all these new powers, I think I can arrange for you all to return to the living world, soul's and heart's intact, if you all agree to come back to the Underworld whenever I need you assistance," he glanced around the room and saw all members nodding in approval. "Then I'll have the contract drawn up at once. You'll be gone before dusk." Thank God.
Auron walked back towards the door and flipped open his cell, hitting one and send as he walked. "Reno, I need your assistance."
"Yes, boss."
"Axey! We get to go back home!" Roxas said as he grabbed his cloak and put it on.
The redhead walked behind his lover and placed his arms around his lover's waist, nuzzling his face in blonde hair, "I wonder where Auron's taking us."
"I don't care as long as you're there," Roxas turned around in his love's arms. "Don't ever leave me."
"Why would I do that?" Axel smirked as he took the younger boy's lips into his own. "I'll never leave you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Auron had all the 13 Organization members stand in the center of the Underdome. Auron knew all he had to do is wave his arm to send the Organization to the land of the living, but where was the fun in that?
Instead he rose his katakana and parted the clouded sky. Down came lightening that sent chills down some of the Organization's back. The ground below the 13 turned a blinding yellow as the lightening struck around them.
And then, there were none.
Strands of stray redhair flew in the wind. Green eyes peered onto the crowded city street, people passed by him like he wasn't even there. He tried to speak to one of them, but they hurried off the other way. Axel resorted to pinching himself to make sure he was actually alive. Ouch, yep I'm here. But where am I?
Axel spun around and faced an endless line of sky scrapers. Cars whizzed by the streets, most were yellow taxis. He gazed up at a giant billboard, Damn, does that look familiar.
He looked down at himself, he wasn't wearing his usual black cloack, instead he was clad in a pair of tight fitting black jean-like slightly torn pants and a short-sleeved dress shirt. A black and red stripped tie hung loosely at his neck while his left arm was in a black and grey arm sock. I've looked worse, he thought to himself and he moved his right hand through his stiff hair. As he brought his right arm into view he noticed a black and white wristband.
"Roxas," he whispered. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Axel turned a full 360 degrees in search of his lost love. No blonde spikes were insight. "Where are you..."
This will be the last short entry. Unlike my other story, this one shall have around 3000-4000 words per entry. Woo?
I don't know the entire direction this thing is going on, but whatever.
Reviews are nice, but not required.
--Em