AN: So this is an AU that came to me while I was watching Sons of Anarchy. It's a fictional story about a biker gang and it's relations with the local people and towns in the US. It darws many elements from the real life gang, Hell's Angels. This is a modern AU story about Organization XIII being an influential gang in Kingdom Hearts.
"They picked him up yesterday morning." Seifer removed his blue beanie, running his hand through the flattened locks with an exasperated sigh only to replace the hat once again over his head. "Roxas? You hearin' me, chicken wuss?"
"Yeah, I hear you." Roxas mumbled.
Seifer couldn't bring himself to make a harsh remark about Roxas not listening to him when he was only trying to help. He was having a hard enough time not reaching around and wrapping the tinier blond in a protective hug like he was once able to. "They've been treating him well, I made sure. But they pulled me on the case since I have a," Seifer paused, trying to find the right words "an indirect relation to him."
Roxas nodded, placing a fingernail between his teeth as he chewed nervously, his eyes never leaving Sora on the other side of the one way mirror. Sweet little Sora, the mousy, jumpy brunette looked disheveled, sitting in interrogation room, a bright light forcing him to squint as he was put in the spotlight.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Roxas asked, turning with his big blue eyes at Seifer. "Is he being charged?"
Seifer sighed, rubbing his face in an exasperated fashion. "Come on." He said, opening the door to the hallway outside, holding the door for Roxas. The smaller blond still had his backpack on; he'd run over in the middle of a lecture, giving his teacher the finger as he went.
Out in the hallway, various members of the Twilight Town Disciplinary Committee were bustling about, moving criminals and papers about the office that served as a makeshift Police Station. Twilight Town had yet to establish a proper form of local Police force, so Seifer Almasy had formed the Disciplinary Committee.
"This way." Seifer motioned to Roxas, leading him through the crowded hallways past other offices to his own. Roxas noted the name plate on the front, heavy wooden door. Seifer Almasy, Head Director.
The inside of the office was simple, a computer, a big desk, and a leather chair. All of which were surrounded by stacks of large papers. Seifer sighed and threw himself into his chair, slouching unprofessionally as he motioned for Roxas to take a seat at a chair in front of his desk. Roxas dropped his backpack to the ground and did as he was told silently.
"Look-" Seifer said with a sigh, rubbing his temples.
"The charge is bullfuck." Roxas quipped, his blue eyes never leaving Seifer.
"Yes, I know." Seifer mumbled. "But there's nothing I can do. I'm no longer on the case. It doesn't make any sense, I know. There's no way Sora broke a law; hell, the kid cried in fourth grade when I caught him in the bathroom without a hall pass." Both blondes took a moment to laugh at the old memory from their shared childhood.
"But there has to be something!" Roxas said. "I don't care if he doesn't have an alibi or theres some bullshit evidence that points to Sora, it's all shit!"
"Yes, Roxas! I know!" Seifer said much louder than he intended. A tense moment passed between the two blondes. "Look, Roxas." He leaned forward towards his desk, clasping his hands together as if he was about to pray, resting his chin on his fists. "I've already tried everything. I've talked to everyone I can, pulled the highest string I can reach, and took a look at all the evidence myself. Somehow his fingerprints were at the scene. I know its shit, but there's nothing I can do."
Roxas already heard it; he already knew that Seifer couldn't do anything, even if he was the founder and Director of the Disciplinary Committee. But hearing it in such a finalizing tone hit him hard.
"So what happens to him?" Roxas asked quietly, lowering his gaze to star at his hands, folded limply in his lap.
"I'm not sure." Seifer sighed. "We hold him till it goes to court. And when it goes through, which it will," Seifer added with a wince. "He'll be sentenced to a couple years. Maybe ten? Parole in seven."
Roxas bit his lip, trying to will away the tears that gathered behind his eyes.
"Where's Riku?" Seifer asked with a sigh. "Shouldn't he be here?"
"Can't. In Hollow Bastion. He doesn't even know yet."
"Mmm." Seifer agreed wordlessly.
There was silence as Seifer watched Roxas watch his shoes. When the blonde's head suddenly snapped up to look him in the eyes, Seifer jumped slightly. "Sora turned eighteen less than a week ago."
"Yeah. He'll be charged as an adult. Real suspicious fucking timing, huh?"
Roxas nodded and looked back at his shoes. "If you need something to punch," Seifer offered, "there's a Struggle gym downstairs."
Roxas shook his head. In any other situation he would be violently expressing his rage. But for some reason he'd skipped his anger phase and gone straight to depressed acceptance of the situation.
"Can you think of anyone who would want to set Sora up?" Seifer asked.
Roxas just shook his head quietly. Everyone loved Sora. He was bubbly and happy and loving. There was no way he broke the goddamn law.
"What is it?" Roxas looked up to see Seifer answering a blinking intercom on his desk.
"Visitor." Fuu's monotone voice carried the word over the intercom.
"Well tell him I'm fucking busy!" Seifer snapped.
"For Roxas." She replied, still monotone.
Roxas looked up, meeting Seifer's confused look with an equally clueless expression. "Who is it?" He asked.
"Who is it?" Seifer repeated to Fuu. "Tell him to wait a minute."
"Can't." Fuu replied, before the line was disconnected. Seifer and Roxas exchanged one more confused glance before Seifer looked past Roxas' shoulder, through the window of his office.
"Fuck." Seifer said, standing up. Roxas turned in his chair, immediately understanding why Fuu couldn't stop his visitor from barging into Seifer's office.
Axel Flynn, the eight member of Organization XIII, was sauntering through the Disciplinary Committee office. Other officers and offenders all cleared the hallway in front of him as he moved fluidly and unhindered through the hallways, which was odd as he was a supposed criminal.
He was wearing the black cloak of Organization XIII, the hood down to reveal his bright red hair and emerald green eyes. His black boots clicked against the hardwood floor as he was followed silently by his Assassin Nobodies, the soldiers of Organization XIII strictly loyal to Axel and none other. There were four of them, following silently behind him, not daring to step too quickly or move past their master. They were all dressed in black, skinny lithe men with hard faces. Behind them, Roxas hadn't noticed him right away, was the lowest level of Heartless, who was there to hold Axel's coat and open doors for him when commanded.
Roxas dropped when Axel caught his look, smiling a cocky but drop dead sexy smile at the blond. Roxas' stomach dropped when Axel motioned for his four Assassins to wait outside the door to Seifer's office as he entered without bothering to knock. It was just not in Axel's nature to knock.
Roxas waited with baited breath as Axel stepped into the room and shut the door gracefully behind him. He smiled a cocky smile at stared down at Roxas. "Hello there, Roxy. Fancy running into you here, lovely."
"Fuck you." Was Roxas curt response, to which Axel paid no mind.
"What are you doing here, Axel?" Seifer asked with venom in his voice, apparently offended at not being the least bit acknowledged by Axel.
"I heard Roxas ran here in the middle of class." Axel smiled pleasantly. That goddamn liar, Roxas thought. He had someone watching me. "I was worried about him being in trouble."
"Well he's fine." Seifer snapped. "So you can leave."
"Mmm." Axel said, a look of permanent, smug content on his face as he strode around Seifer's office, summing it up in his head. Roxas stood from his chair, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. "Nice office here." Axel commented.
"Axel, what do you want?" Roxas finally snapped, Axel's nonchalance finally forcing him to break his silence.
Axel swooped in at the negative attention, moving to stand beside Roxas with one long stride of is impossibly long legs. "I'm only here to help you Roxy."
"I'm just fine." Roxas repeated Seifer's earlier words, looking to the blond for assistance.
Seifer only shook his head and sighed, it's not like he could force Axel to leave. The Organization XIII member had more influence than him in this goddamn department. He'd tried hundreds of times to arrest Axel. But each time he got close, a higher authority would call him and order him to drop all the charges, the trial, the arrest, let Axel go free. The closest Seifer had ever gotten was arresting one of Axel's closest henchmen.
"Yes, but I hear your brother isn't quite so lucky."
Roxas froze. And suddenly he understood why Axel had shown up.
"Director Seifer," Axel said pleasantly, his eyes not leaving Roxas, still standing defiantly before him. "Might I kindly have a moment alone with Roxas Strife?"
Seifer gripped the edge of his desk, opening his mouth to deny it. Roxas quickly held up a hand, signaling that the older blonde not argue. With humiliation, rage, hatred, a millions of other emotions dripping from his voice, Seifer grudgingly left the room. "Remember Roxas, I'll be on the other side of this door. Just yell."
Roxas nodded as the door closed. When the click of the door falling into place was heard, Axel let out a dramatic sigh. Moving to the large window, he drew the blinds, much to Seifer's chagrin, and flicked on the light.
"Finally, he's gone." The redhead said with relief. "So," Unzipping the front of his coat, Axel let the black leather slip from his shoulders with ease, dropping the article on top of Seifer's desk. "You and I," Axel removed his black leather gloves, dropping them on top of his coat. "Have something to discuss." Axel dropped into Seifer's leather chair, leaning back comfortably.
Now, dressed smartly in a black turtle neck and fitting black pants, Axel reclined in Seifer's chair, watching Roxas with a pleasant smile. "Please," He motioned to the chair from which Roxas' had previously risen. "Sit."
Roxas did so, all the time keeping a cautious eye on Axel. "What do you want Axel?"
"How long have we known each other, Roxas?" Axel asked, throwing his feet up on Seifer's desk and folding his hands behind his head.
"I don't care." Roxas said.
"Three years." Axel offered. "I was nineteen and you were fifteen."
Roxas pretended he didn't already know. But of course Axel knew he knew; it was hard to forget meeting someone like Axel, even without the circumstances under which it occurred.
"Same count goes for how long you've been rejecting my advances." Axel said, his voice still pleasant, but his eyes serious.
Roxas shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but refused to break eye contact with Axel. "How fan-fuckin-tastic."
With a hearty chuckle, Axel dropped his heavy boots to the floor and leaned forward over the desk, clasping his hands and resting his chin upon them as he studied Roxas' appearance across the desk. "You're even lovelier today than when we first met." He said quietly, his voice, loving adoration.
"What do you want, Axel?" Roxas asked again more firmly.
"I want you."
"Get fucking serious."
"I am serious." Axel said. His sudden change in tone sent shivers up Roxas' spine as he went form pleasant to determined and passionate. "I've wanted you since the first time I ever saw you. I wanted you and knew I'd have you, one way or another."
Suddenly feeling panicked, Roxas stood from his chair, backing behind it as if it would protect him from Axel. "What are you saying, Axel?" He'd known of the redhead's obsession over him only too well for the past three years, but never before had it been so bluntly stated and confronted.
"I'm saying," Axel said quietly, rising from his seat to step towards Roxas, who in turn stepped back. Axel continued stepping forward in a slow, deliberate manner, sending Roxas back one step in turn until the blonde's back was against the wall of the suddenly small office.
"I'm saying," Axel repeated, taking the final step to close the distance between himself and Roxas he towered over the smaller blonde. "That I will have you." Placing two hands on either side of Roxas' head, he leaned down so that he was mere inches away from Roxas' face, his lips inches from Roxas'.
"Ax-Axel…" Roxas panicked, trying to pull words from a short circuited brain as he felt Axel's hot breath on his cheeks. "Axel, what're you doing?"
"I'm offering you a deal." Axel said quietly, his lips so close to Roxas' that every word was a little brush against each other. "To save your twin brother."
Roxas brain suddenly kicked into motion, and with a surge of adrenaline, he was able to punch Axel as hard as he could in his stomach. Arms dropping as he stumbled, but didn't fall, Axel never fell, Roxas was able to slip past the redhead, running to the other side of the desk, putting it between himself and the redhead.
Axel, despite the minor blow and minor pain, chuckled as he straightened, once again a towering beast of a man inside a thin but strong body. "Good one, lovely. Almost knocked me down."
"Sora's innocent!" Roxas snapped, again fighting with renewed vigor, frustration, and anger. "He didn't do," Roxas picked up the case file on Seifer's desk and threw it at Axel's feet. "Didn't do this!"
Axel merely shrugged and stepped over the papers now littered about the ground, moving forward to place both hands on top of the edge of the desk and lean in towards Roxas. "I don't know the details of the case Roxas," which was surprising. "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"Then what the hell are you doing?" Roxas asked again, this time his voice a more forced calm.
"I care about you Roxas." Axel stated factually. "Lot's of people in this town care about you. Not quite the same as Sora." Roxas opened his mouth to argue the pointlessness, but Axel cut him off. "And lots of people want that cute little ass of yours. Now, I know you're a virgin, no, don't deny it." Axel said, smiling at the blush that crept up Roxas' cheeks. "I've been watching you since you were fifteen, and anyone who ever tried to get close to you was handled discreetly."
At the mention of discreet handling of anyone who ever paid Roxas any attention, the blond suddenly made several connections to the people in his past who had one day asked him on a date, and only hours later had cancelled and never spoken to him again.
"I want you, Roxas." Axel said again. "For the past three years I have. And here's my chance."
"What do you-"
"Your brother's going to jail, Roxy." Axel said with a hinting voice, and suddenly the blond understood.
In a quiet, scared voice, all passion and determination gone, Roxas replied; "And you can prevent that."
"I know some people." Axel shrugged. "People much higher than your little buddy out there." He jerked a thumb towards the door where Seifer stood on the opposite side of. "I can get Sora out of all of this. Get him erased a suspect. It'll never haunt him again, and there will never be any kind of dark mark on his legal record."
Roxas had been right. "And in return you want me." He said breathlessly. Quietly.
"Organization XIII had influence across the kingdom, Roxas." The redheaded member said plainly. "I could have you kidnapped and shipped off to our headquarters to live in my closet as a sex slave. I could rape you right here, right now, in Seifer's office, and get away with it."
Roxas visibly cringed at the thought, shrinking up on himself as he fell backwards into Seifer's leather chair, head down, body limp.
"But I won't." Voice soft and gentle, Axel moved around Seifer's desk. With a gentle push, he moved the swivel chair so Roxas was facing him to the side. With a gentle caress of the blonde's head, Axel knelt down so he was eye level to the blonde who refused to look up. "I'll treat you gently. I'll pamper you and give you anything you could ever hope for." He added as an afterthought. "In return for your obedience."
Roxas remained staring at his shoes. Axel frowned slightly. When appealing to his own personal needs and interests didn't result in any favorable reaction from the blonde, Axel changed tactics. He'd known, stalked, and obsessed over Roxas for three years. He knew exactly what to say to appeal to him.
"I can extend the protection of Organization XIII to your family." Roxas perked up at that, spurring Axel to continue. "I know you've lost your mother and father. Sora is the only one you have left. I can protect him, make sure no harm comes to him. From anyone, including the Organization."
Roxas still seemed hesitant.
"Fuck the new government." Axel said more firmly. "They have yet to establish strong ties in any of the cities. Sure, they're feeding people and rebuilding the kingdom, but they can't protect the people from everything. And this little Disciplinary Committee? It's a joke, as we've learned today. It can't protect you or Sora. Only I can."
Axel stood his a frown as something his back popped. Damn, he was sore form that fight last night.
"What do you say, Roxas?" Axel held out his hand to the blonde teen.
A long silence weighed heavily in the room.
Roxas wrapped his jacket around his twin as he lead Sora out of the interrogation room into the hallway. Sora looked up at him with a confused expression, his eyes wide and still adjusting to the light of the hallway. "Roxas, what's going on?" He asked.
Gripping his twin's thin wrist, Roxas led him down the hallway to the exit, pulling harder and walking faster than he'd intended. "What about the charges?" Sora asked again. As he walked faster than he'd like, Sora and Roxas passed by Seifer, who was leaning against the door of his office, glaring at nothing in particular. "Roxas?"
"Charges were dropped." Roxas mumbled, "You're not a suspect anymore. You're cleared to leave."
"Roxas what-" As the twins rounded the corner leading to the front door, Sora squeaked as he ran into his brother's back who had frozen in place. Sora opened his mouth to utter an apology until he saw what had made his brother stop dead.
Axel.
The redhead in question was blocking the front door out, slipping on his black leather gloves. He was surrounded by four Assassins, and a lower Heartless who was holding out his black leather jacket to his master, not daring make eye contact.
"Axel! What do you want?" Sora moved to stand protectively in front of his twin, a growl on his lips. Something about Axel's smile bothered him. He'd never seen Axel this happy, not in his past three years of stalking Roxas.
"Three days." Axel said simply, holding up three fingers, wiggling them teasingly. "Three days, Roxas. 8 o'clock sharp, I'll be at your apartment. Be packed and ready to go, I don't appreciate having to wait."
With another grin and wink at Sora, Axel was gone with a turn of his heel and swish of his coat. His henchmen followed behind him at a respective but still protective distance, watching their master's back. No one would dare attack a man like Axel from the front.
Silence rained in the hallway, even the miscellaneous member of the Disciplinary Committee had made themselves scarce.
AN: I really liked the way this chapter went, although the ending could have been stronger. I hope you like it anyways, please read and review!
Ezellia
