A/N: So, here I am again. It's been a while, hasn't it? I have holidays now, so time on my hands :D And time on my hands equals writing xD Anyhoo, let's get to the story.
Dedicated to my reviewers, I promised this to you guys! Kisses!
Written to several different Disney songs. Eheheh xD
Chapter One: Action Painting
My steps sounded loud and out of place in the spacious room. I held my hands stiffly against my sides, afraid to touch anything or knock something over. The one I was looking for was not at the place I expected him to be and it annoyed me, but the annoyance wasn't strong enough to make me feel less uneasy. Or rather, remember was it was like to feel uneasy, since I didn't really feel.
It was only after I noticed my eyes began to get used to the dark surroundings that I realized could've turned on the lights. I mentally slapped myself. I was making this impossibly difficult for myself. Stroking one pink lock of hair out of my left eye, I stood and wondered what to do. I had two options; go back up to my room and do something useful, or go back up to my room and wait for my object of annoyance to come back from whatever he was doing.
I can't stay here, can I? Absolutely impossible, a ridiculous idea, something I really, really shouldn't-
I suddenly imagined the face of the Academic after he'd found out I'd been in his lab for a few hours, inspecting, exploring.. I resisted the urge to giggle. It wouldn't score me brownie points, but gods I'd be fun. I looked around once more. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to knock a thing or two over.
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I carefully grabbed another bottle off the highest shelf, reading its tag, written in Vexen's small, scribbly writing. Slowly, I made the thick liquid, which colour matched VII's hair, stir, watching it stick to the surface of the bottle. I uncorked it and immediately smelled some sort of soapy scent. Carelessly dropping the bottle with red substance to the floor, I went on to the next bottle I could reach. I didn't even look at it, but just smashed it against the nearest wall, leaving a big, blue stain.
After what seemed like an hour, I'd created a true masterpiece of different colours on the floors and walls. The normal white had been replaced with blotches of blue, red, green, purple and different nuances where the colours mixed.The lab table seemed to be covered in ice, but remembering the tag I knew it was some sort of strong acid- I also heard the table melt away, just a few feet away from me.
Wow, what a nice mess I'd made.
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Later, I sat in my room, absently playing with a small rosebud, encouraging it to open up. I was when the petals untensed that I heard a laugh that could only come from a certain red-haired pyromaniac. Though VIII should be somewhere around the first floor, his voice reached even the highest levels. What he said brought even a smile to my face.
'No, old man, I haven't been in your lab, but I do like the idea of creating a painting with your stuff.. it's not like you used those potions anyway-' Even I could hear Axel's sentence was cut off, and he was cut off by a cream that expressed pure rage. I noted to myself that the normally introvert Academic would not very soon produce a sound like that again, if ever.. well ofcourse that depended on whether I would find his lab unprotected again.
As I saw a black portal appear in front of my desk, I lay away the now fully opened and blooming flower and pretended to work. Let's see what dear Vexen has to say, for I know nothing, do I?
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Fury. Pure fury with a dash of rage and anger entered my room. I looked up, slowly, trying not to brush my hand through my hair. All I really saw were his bright green eyes, glinting with adrenaline over his recent discovery; though I was sure the scientist wasn't happy at the moment. I kept my poker-face, I could've been Luxord's pupil, and asked why he thought he could just bash into my room like that.
The story the scientist told was greatly amusing. He told me about the waste of losing expensive and rare potions and about harassment of his personal privacy and private space and if I could do something about Axel who kept ruining his stuff…
I slid my chair back and stood up, gracefully as always, taking two steps so I was facing the scientist and opened my mouth to speak to him, some stinging insult I'd just made up, but I didn't have the scientist's attention anymore. He was looking downwards, wide-eyed, slowly raising his finger to point at my shoes and robe.
'You!' he blurted out, while his gaze travelled up again towards my tiny content smile, confusion rapidly being replaced by newly found rage. Ofcourse I knew there were stains in many different colours on my shoes and the underside of my robe, that my sleeves and gloves were stained as well and some spots had melted away from the bright blue acid- I knew and I wanted him to know too. And ofcourse he saw the moment I stood up.
'Yes, me.' My smug grin never left my face, but inside I felt like there was a knot in my stomach. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to stand up, or maybe to action paint with Vexen's potions at all. Said scientist's eyes narrowed, and, never saying the terrible things he wanted to say, he turned and portaled away.
Yes, a mess it was indeed, but it seemed much less nice to me now..
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The first sunrays were already visible when I finally made up my mind. I knew I had to look miserable from the lack of sleep, but I'd really had enough of pacing through my room and the corridors, doubting what to do. I didn't feel bad about my actions, I can't feel bad for darkness' sake, but it kept coming back in my mind. I didn't know why. I tried reasoning but ended up thinking Vexen was better at that than me, I tried following my emotions, but remembered they were mere illusions, I tried listening to what dark heart I had left but heard nothing but silence. I waited for a moment of insight after which I would perfectly know what to do, but grew tired of waiting after a few hours. So what was left was to just go down there and let goddamn destiny decide what would happen.
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As I portaled into the lab I realized my first fault; it was still three in the morning and waking the scientist was something I didn't want to do. As I held still and tried not to make a single sound, maybe he hadn't woken yet and I could get away unnoticed, the blinking white walls and floor seemed to scream at me. He'd cleaned it all, every single colour – only the lab table was ruined, there were big gaping holes in the surface and it wasn't straight and polished but uneven, useless.
I couldn't help but walk towards it; I had to see my own destructive powers with my own eyes from a reasonable distance. I fingered the surface, sliding my fingers along it and unintentionally hurting them. I looked at my index finger as it cried a small drop of blood.
'Serves you right, huh?' I whispered to myself, watching the blood travel down my finger towards my palm, creating a red line.
'Indeed.' Second fault: I'd let my guard down. Vexen had approached me from behind, long pale fingers now clutching my wrists, pinning me to the lab table with his cool body. For the first time I really noticed that he was taller than me and it scared me. Suddenly I didn't feel like the Lord of Castle Oblivion, but more like some servant I didn't want to be.
'Since you invaded my personal space, it's no more than fair I invade yours too..' His whisper soft and husky. I closed my eyes as I felt Vexen's hand travel down my body. I remembered this had to be destiny. So I was destined to have Vexen punish me here, in one of his many perverted ways? I knew he liked me, in that kind of way, but I thought he loathed me more.
I didn't want to coöperate with destiny anymore. I tried to struggle, to wriggle my way out of his iron grip, but one of his cold hands was wrapped around my waist- now I really couldn't move anymore. I tried to speak to him, calm and reasonably, but he skillfully slid two fingers into my mouth, effectively silencing me. I threw my head back, trying to get out of my uncomfortable position- all in vain. It only made me stand even closer to him.
His other hand was reaching for my zipper and it drove me over the edge; I bit his fingers, hard, and somehow managed to get them out of my mouth.
'Vexen, please! I don't-'
'Yes, Marluxia! Beg for what you want, beg for it, you superficial arrogant dog! I won't take your attitude anymore!'
He was breathing heavily, his lips parted, his hands worn from touching the may different acids and whatnot. I looked into his eyes, and for a single moment his grip faltered. That was my chance; I jerked my arms loose and ran away. Before I knew I'd stepped through a portal and was standing in my own room, panting heavily.
My legs gave in and I collapsed on the floor.
'I'm safe, I'm safe.. Gee, I'm a disaster, I'm a coward and a traitor, I really shouldn't mess with my elders and so many things went wrong.. but gods I'm safe. I'm safe…safe..' I already drifted off to a restless sleep, folding my arms under my head and pulling my legs up. The thought of crawling towards my bed didn't even dawn on me.
Wha, it turned out really different from what I'd expected from it.. So.. tell me what you think? Please? puppy eyes