Well…I've been wanting to write some Academy, for some time. I got some inspiration from a story called 'Alternatives. I really liked it a whole lot, and I have it in my favorites. Click it, if you want. It's not all that graphic, but it's very well written. I recommend it for all you AkuDemy lurverz out there. Teehee. Anywho. I might also make a Reno(Axel's Somebody) fanfiction sometime…he's spiffeh. XP But, for now, this is on my mind. Don't worry, I love writing. This and my other two hot-stories will be updated a lot. Thanks, and review if you want. I've never written and AkuDemy…so here I go.
"You know, I just…don't really find an interest in this so called 'swimming' of yours." The man waved his hands, sarcasm dripping off his words. "I mean it sounds all awesome and all, but…I think I'll sit those one out."
"Eight, get in." The violent Berzerker glared, standing near the edge in what looked like a sad attempt at a lifeguard suit. Red trunks, while tee and he'd been forced into a ponytail. But, what was sad, was that /he/ was the lifeguard. Guard a life? Yeah right. Did they have one? Noooooope.
"Nope, like I said, it's not my 'style'." The green eyes met wild blue ones and the staring contest began. Unfortunately for the redhead, he was immediately shoved forward, stumbling the few feet to the edge of the water. He leaned precariously over the edge, flailing his arms, trying to stay dry. He was still fully dressed in his jeans and black shirt, and preferred not to get wet. At all. Unless it was like…a shower or something.
Steadying himself, he turned to glare at who at pushed him, finding Xemnas standing with his arms crossed and resting on one leg, wearing a black version of Saix's uniform…thing. "Go on, Dancing Flames. Are you hydro-phobic?"
"Is that even a word?"
"Doesn't matter. I want you in. Now. Now go. The silver-haired man waved a hand, smiling. "Come on."
"Reason?" Axel flinched, hearing Saix growl.
"I have a few…"
"…Fine…" He looked down into the water. Twelve feet, huh? Didn't know they had a pool that deep. And, it was five feet and six inches deeper than he was tall. And /that/ wasn't something the Nobody enjoyed. "Do I have to start here?"
"Damnit, Red."
Axel yelped, getting a rough kick behind the knees, buckling them and he tripped, doing something between a front flip and a dive. Immediately he felt frozen, and he felt his back touch the bottom, staring at the top, which was so far away. So, so far away…so, so wet. Why was water wet? Why couldn't it be like…sandy or something? Why did it exist at all? Ugh.
Well. He was started to find things very hard to think about. He guessed he should go up and breathe. Thus, he stood, groaning inwardly at the weight his now-soaked clothes gave him. So, he was standing, and if he reached his arm up, he was about three feet and six inches away from the surface.
Damn…he was tall. But, he shrugged it off and jumped. Then landed lightly on his feet. His hair floated around him and he glared, nearly sighing but thought against it. He could see the Superior and the 'Life Guard' standing over the edge and looking at him. One with a smirk, the other looking frustrated. Okay, so Axel didn't know how to swim, big deal.
But, he /really/ needed to breathe.
Looking around, he walked, rather oddly and uncomfortably slow, towards the shallow end, nearly stumbling when he reached six foot, fanning at the water around him at the water around him so it would part and let him through. That wasn't working, so we just swung his legs as hard as he was able to get himself up to the edge at about three feet, and stepped up and out, dripping, and tripping, as one of his red vans fell back into the water, leaving him sprawled on the floor. He heard eleven other voices cracking up. Would have been twelve, but the little blonde was gone and frankly Axel didn't give a damn right now. He was wet, cold, and missing a shoe. He wanted hi damn shoe.
"He /walked/ out?" He heard Larxenne cackle, pulling himself onto his elbows and knees, then on his hands, coughing out a mouth full of water he'd just noticed.
"I guess water fizzles out fire." Zexion commented, crossing his arms over a pale blue tank top. "But, I didn't think fire couldn't swim."
"Black MAIL!" The gun-happy Xigbar yelped, jumping and punching at the air. "Finally!"
"Well." Xemnas started to walk over and Axel stood, running a hand over his face. His long hair stuck around it, and declared themselves glued to his back and shoulders. So much for the pyro's hair, which actually he liked better down. He tugged at his jeans, and shook his shoe, water sloshing in it. Chuckling followed a groan, and the chucking of Axel's other shoe…, which hit him in the shin, and he cursed. "Well."
"No. Pool. No /well/ here." Axel snapped, shoving his other soaked shoe on and tugging a piece of hair out of his face. "Just a big damn pool/Why/ do we have a pool anyway?"
"We need somewhere to put your opposite, the Hydromainiac." Xemnas nodded at Demyx, who was biting his finger and trying not to crack up again. He'd already taken a swim that day, and was still dressed in a pair of blue and white trunks and a white tank top that clung to his body. Kind of like his hair…only his hair looked dark brown now due to moisture.
Ew, moisture.
"Anyway, Axel. My dear umber eight, seems we might just have to keep you down here a while. Maybe once every day? We'd like to see the Redhead from the Black Lagoon now and again." Another group of laughter. "Though, we might have a few volts to test on you too."
"Yes!"
"Well, my good man, I don't /feel/ like being a drowned rat, or a fried one."
"Rats swim," Marluxia piped up, smirking. "I think you're more like a cat."
"Even got spots," Vexen smiled. "We should rename him. Maybe give him a nice little studded collar."
"I love it." Larxenne nodded, waving a hand. "I'm sure we can find a leash too."
Axel ignored them, scrapping at his face to get his sticky hair out of the way with one hand, and holding his soaked jeans up with the other. He'd given up on attempting to right his shirt, and if he lit up the water would boiling and he'd burn himself. "Yeah, yeah thanks! And tomorrow I'll get drunk and burn half the castle down. Again."
The room went silent.
"Thought so."
"Alright, Pussy Cat." Superior crossed his arms, tilting his head and looking thoughtful. "Learn to swim, and then maybe I would lock you in the basement."
"On my own." More of a statement since he knew the answer.
"Oh your own."
"By myself."
"Yes, by your self." He could tell the man was getting angry. Yay, maybe Axel'd get off.
"Alone."
"Damnit, yes alone!" Xemnas waved a hand and Axel fell promptly through a portal, landing about three feet from the deep end again and was once more engulfed by the water. The group cackled again before each leaving in their respective portals.
Except the Hydro since he had his room down here. He, still on the verge of cracking up, looked over the edge. He frowned, raising a brow at what he saw.
Axel was sitting cross-legged on the bottom. Now and again a few bubbles would escape his mouth. He looked like he was either thinking, or waiting to drown. That thought made the Hydro upset, and thus jumped into the water, landing like he'd leaped in the air. He walked easily and sat on the balls of his feet, resting his forearms on his knees. "Hellew?" He loved this ability…but he knew he'd never get a response, since he was alone in this talent.
Axel glared at him, running a hand over his hair from floating like a fiery halo around his head. He did not look amused.
"You'll drown if you stay down here." Demyx sat cross-legged as well, resting an elbow on his knee and his chin in it. "And that would be unpleasant. I don't want a body in my water."
Axel gave him a 'yeah thanks for caring' look, and looked back at the top.
"You're really close to touching the surface, you know."
Axel looked at him like he was an idiot.
"No really. You're what, six three? Six four? You're arms are long, and you're about three and a half feet from touching the surface." He watched Axel glare, then watched him cough. The look went from anger to confusion, and he coughed again, flailing and struggling to get off. "SHT!" Demyx grabbed Axel's arm and swam him to the top, nearly throwing him onto the concrete.
Axel sputtered, on all fours and coughing water, shivering and gasping for air. He fell back to sit on his knees, hugging himself and continued staring horrified at the floor. Demyx looked blankly at him. "I /told/ you you'd drown, idiot Bstrd! What the hell is wrong with you?" He got nothing, watching the soaked pyro shiver, opening his mouth now and then, like he was going to say something, then cough and close it again. Demyx rolled his eyes and pulled himself out of the pool, turning to look at the pyro, but keep his shins in. He kicked at the water, glaring. "You /are/ a complete and udder baka, on Singed one."
Nothing. Normally names got a response. Nothing. Demyx was becoming slightly concerned. Why was there no response?
"Axel. Axel say /something/." Demyx frowned, leaning over and pushing some hair behind Axel's ear, pausing.
The man was stark white, the marks under, and his blood shot eyes, along with their color, stuck out horribly against this state. He was shaking his head lightly, hugging himself, moving his mouth to silent words. "…Axel? Axel?" Demyx tilted Axel's head to look into the most disturbed eyes he'd ever seen. He recoiled a bit, but keep eye contact. "Axel. Say. Something."
"No—" Axel shook his head, leaning away from Demyx, a look on the verge of tears as she scrambled to his feet, turning and sprinting at the door.
"No-what?" Demyx stood, staring after him as the glass door was nearly shattered at the pyro rushed out.
"No more!"