Ciao! Welcome to the neeewwwweeessst fanfiction. It's based on the movie, "Cuthroat Island" only we're using the Orgy members of KH2!! Whooooo!! It's a dashing story about Axel the poor thief, Luxord the British Commander turned Pirate Captain, and Demyx the rich musical performer who happened to just be thrown into this mess. There's going to be Larxene, the evil pirate, and Zexion, who Is a scholar with a secret so secret, No one, not even HE, knows what the secret is! OMFGWTHFTWSTFUBBQ!!
There will be DANGER. And TERROR. And plenty of hate sex and yaoi-ing to go around ladies. They're after the famous Xemnas' Legendary Treasure (MANSEX!) and are on their way to a grand adventure. There will also be DEATH. And LOVE. And of course what good KH Orgy fanfic WOULDN'T have any Drama?! You tell me!
Well, there you have it people.
P.S. This is Co-written with the beautiful, talented, wonderful ramen-is-my-goddess.
She is my chew toy, and I love her so. KYA!
From the desk of,
Lady Pickles.
Aka, the cornflake girl.
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The seas were glimmering with the pale moonlight as a large ship rocked back and forth over the waves, a creaking in its wooden panels was the loud sound, and really the only one to be born. Aboard the ship, the crew lay at rest, a few up, only to be on look out, as to where they would be headed off to. From the head of this ship downward there was a long mast that had a sea dragon pierced with many arrows carved into the side of the heavy ship, and in large copper letters near the front it said, 'Crimson Dawn.' The dark waves gently carried the ship over the sea in the night, towards a light sea side port town.
On the front of the ship stood a tall character. He had broad shoulders were strong under the light blouse, and his wide chest narrowed down into a slim waist and tiny hips. His long legs were covered in black breeches, and knee high boots covered his feet. He had a physique that many would envy, one of a life time of hard work and slaving away to exertion. His arms were behind his back, hands clasped together. His face was a classic Greek look, strong cheek bones, a strong jaw, wide, bow shaped lips, a straight nose with a hook on the end, a broad forehead, and sharp intelligent eyes. His eyelashes were thick and women would envy him, but they didn't make him look any less masculine. Rather they brought out his sea azure eyes, which were determined and bright. His skin was a coppery tan, and his hair was a platinum blonde, and he looked like he pushed it back, a goatee of platinum blonde sported his jaw, chin, and mouth.
He was still, very still, and he seemed to be almost calm. When his second in command, walked over to him, he didn't even look to the side, but kept his eyes on the Port. The second man had long hair that was pulled back, and an eye patch to cover an eye, his face covered in scars, and what you could make out of his bare arms were scarred heavily too. He had a similar body type to the blonde man, but not as broad of shoulders, or as handsome a face. After a long while, the second man looked to him and asked softly, "Did you mean to come here Luxord?"
No one else could call the Captain by his first name, but a few trusted men, and the second in command. Finally, Luxord turned to address the man, a look of camaraderie in his eyes as he patted the man on the shoulder. "Of course I did. There's a translator here, best of his kind, I've been told."
His British accent, to this day, still surprised his second in command. He didn't talk like a pirate, but rather a gentleman, and always had a fluid sound to his words. Rare in the Caribbean these days, where people were mostly native speakers, and Spanish, or French. "A'ight, but I still haven't a clue why ya need ye a blasted translator."
"For a map, Mr. Xigbar, a blessed map."
"A map? A treasure map?" Xigbar blinked his black eyes wide. Luxord just turned to look at him, and drawled in reply,
"No Xiggy, a map to France. Why of course a treasure map!" The captain gave an annoyed huff, and leaned forward on the railing, as if he could just reach into the city, and pluck out its wonders. Xigbar didn't look the least bit affronted by the insult, and just leaned on the railing with him.
"Where's it go to Captain?"
"Well, I don't know, and that's why I need a translator."
There was a long silence between the two men as they stared over at the town. Finally, Xigbar grew tired of the silence, which Luxord seemed to find comfortable in and turned to him asking in a rather boisterous tone,
"Well, then why didn't you tell us this earlier!"
"Do I have to tell my crew everything Mr. Xigbar, or am I allowed to keep secrets of my own choosing, to reveal when I Decide it's damn proper to reveal!"
"I don't mean no disrespect Luxy…"
"Luxord."
"Luxord. It's just, this is a big thing you been holdin' out on us poor men."
"Poor? I'd rather define I was justified. You men eat, you sleep, you get paid, you have adventure, a woman at least once a month, if not more, and booze every night. It'd say you were quite the spoiled crew."
Xigbar looked for the way he was trying to approach this and found none. Instead he looked ahead again, and they lapsed into silence. It was like this often. The Captain preferred silence over talking, and he'd never seen him animated unless they were on a mission, ever since he took the boat over just four years ago, he'd been determined to be the best captain, best pirate, on the seas, and to cripple the British empire. There was a natural way in how he talked to his men, how he walked, he screamed power. Xigbar had to admit it, grudgingly, that Luxord was a natural leader, and his insatiable need for violence, treasure, and to be the best often made the crew want to be better. Xigbar had never seen a leader like him, and he'd seen many in his time. The man knew how to get what he wanted, and it was almost scarier than seeing a man who could easily be toppled over. This was a man who could rule the seas.
"So… whose map is it, if I am aloud to be bold enough to ask."
"Xemnas' Map, Xigbar."
Xigbar sputtered, and stared at Luxord. Xemnas was THE king of all pirate, he was the Lord, literally, over them all. And even a hundred years after his death, he was still known for his ability to make men cry at the very sight of him. He was also known for being the first pirate to be openly homosexual with his first mate, Saix, who was a fearsome warrior as well, and there were myths told about the unusual blue haired man, who had a cross scar across his face, and was like a demon in battle. Xigbar had tried the relationship thing with Luxord, but the British captain would not be swayed from his object for long. There wasn't enough in Luxord's tiny heart for anyone other than Luxord himself. It wasn't vanity, it was that the man was so focused, nothing tempted him but treasure, and completing the object he'd set before him.
"Xemnas'… Xem… nas' map… LUXORD!"
"Mr. Xigbar, my ears are perfectly fine and do not require you screaming into them to get yourself heard."
"Luxord! That is a legendary treasure! No one knows where it is!"
"No one but me." Luxord said coolly, a smile on his lips.
"But you just said you didn't know where it went to."
"Details, Mr. Xigbar, Details. The fact is, I have the first piece of the map. All we need is a translator, and we're on our way to the final four."
"And we're going to find him in this town."
"Didn't I just say this earlier?"
"I'm a tad confused, so excuse my inability to comprehend."
Luxord looked over at him, with a humorous smile, and patted his shoulder again. "In good time, maybe you'll grow a brain like the rest of us, and join our ranks." He said before parting, and leaving to go to his cabin, the second in command left standing on the deck with a horrified expression on his face.
"Wait… did he just call me stupid?!"
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Outside the stars shone brightly, contrasting against the midnight blue sky. The half moon hanging low, its reflection rippling on the oceans surface. A chill wind swept across the humble port town, but hardly any were around to suffer it.
Near the sea swept docks, perched above the port on a hill with an elegance suiting royalty, was a mansion alight with candles and oil lamps, the cheerful voices and melodies that reveled to coming from the open windows, set so to relieve some of the heat from so many guests. Laughter and light conversation were abundant as debutante ladies, swathed in imported silks, heavily laden with jewels from countries far away, were twirled around to the lively music by gentlemen who were just as finely dressed and accessorized.
To Axel, it was like a thief's dream come true.
It had been only too easy for the redheaded man to snatch a stranger's invite to get into this party, dressed to his best in dark breeches and matching boots, an emerald coat setting off his eyes and made his rather delicate structure seem larger. As he wandered from the dancing to the dining hall, the scents of well cooked meats mixed into a heady combination that was enough to make a starving man swoon.
Finding few people around, Axel moved on. He was on a mission, one that he wouldn't be swayed from. Who knew when he'd have such a chance like this again? It could be years until another party this large was held here. He made it out into the hall, where in the dimly lit corners men and women hid, doing unmentionable yet always known by all things to one another. As a man swept past the red-haired thief, Axel pretended to slip, falling against the man who steadied him.
"Excuse me," Axel said graciously as he straightened and walked off with an apology. Once he was out of sight of the man, he paused to open his hand, admiring the nice coin he'd acquired from the stranger's pocket. Spanish gold if he wasn't mistaken. "Another job well done," he said to himself, returning to the dance.
A majority of the guests swung to and fro, bodies swaying in time to the light, happy tune played by the hired musician, a strange fellow who's light hair and blue-green eyes maybe him seem normal enough, though his style was what many would call 'eccentric' because of the young man's somewhat high standing in the town. To one without status, it was simply 'crazy'.
Axel was busy trying to figure out what he could snatch from the musician when some lovely ladies caught his eye. He immediately walked over, introducing himself as Doctor Callahan, instantly earning him their attentions. Soft, small hands flitted over his shoulders and arms, all asking for a dance. Under their line of sight, Axel's hands were already setting to work, plucking bracelets and rings from hands as he raised them to his lips in a gentlemanly manner.
Through the next hour he danced with every lady that caught his interest. Namely the ones with the most expensive looking jewelry. Even their male companions didn't escape the redhead's wiles, coins and cuff links snatched away so quickly and deftly, none noticed they were gone. As he expertly guided each woman through a dance, he'd lean in to whisper something softly to get a chance to pull off earrings, sliding them into his pockets. He was a master at his art, and this party was full of prime prey.
Axel grew more bold, going for bigger prizes in more open sight, and while it was a riskier game, the take was worth it…as long as one didn't get caught…
With the sixth lady on his arm, Axel swung her into the next dance, spinning her around before leaning in, unclasping her large, silver necklace inlaid with glimmering sapphires that, had he cared to notice, offset her eyes and creamy skin to near perfection. Once the weight of the jewels were in his hand, Axel spun her away, slipping it into his pocket, saying his farewells as the song ended and moved to walk away when a shrill voice shrieked:
"THIEF! THEIF!"
Oh for the love of…
Instantly Axel's arms were forced behind his back, half a dozen armed men surrounding him. The music had stopped and the talking had ceased, leaving all silent and every pair of eyes trained on the drama unfolding.
"There must be a mistake here, gentlemen, I'll just be on my way…" Axel tried to step away when he was shoved back.
"Empty your pockets, sir, or we'll be forced to do it for you."
Sighing, Axel pulled out the necklace and handed it to the man. "There, so I stole her necklace. I gave it back, no harm no foul, now let me go."
"Not so fast!" he was shoved again. "Empty ALL of your pockets, sir."
"Is that really necessary?"
"Once a thief, always a thief,"
Again, Axel sighed and emptied his pockets of the night's take. All the coins and rings, the diamond cuff links and bracelets, all dropping one after another to the floor, forming a small pile.
"Seems you've done well for yourself…Take this man away to be hanged!"
"Ah, fuck a monkey in a bucket…" Axel muttered to himself and tried to struggle free, only to have the man before him raise his fist. "NOT THE FACE!" the redhead cried, rewarded with a swift kick between the legs that sent him to his knees, cupping himself. "You had to go there…" he squeaked, his arms pulled up as he was dragged away.
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The announcement was settled. Not Twenty Four hours had gone by, and the hanging was there by high noon the next day. Not many people had a hanging on a Sunday, it was considered the sacred holiday. Luxord stood in British officer uniform, one a commander would wear on occasion to a nice ball, or mayhap an enjoyable evening on the docks. But this was not an enjoyable day. Well, if wasn't, if you were the person being hanged, Luxord grinned. He stepped from foot to foot eagerly. He'd caught sight of the man, about to be hung. He'd felt something, a determination of sorts. Was it something else? He dare not speak of it.
As the man pulled Axel up onto the podium, where they sized his noose, Luxord watched the slim man be measured. He was truly a tiny man, and he wondered what would happen if he were to break those tiny bones of his that reminded him so much of a bird. Keeping tight qualms on being proper, he looked around, and finally waited, as the Governor began to list off the offences against Axel. It was a hefty list.
"I'll buy him for five pounds."
The voice made Axel turn to see a young blonde man, with an unusual hairstyle speak up. He was well built, in a sinewy type of manner, and he dressed according to the code of a musician. IT made the pirate sneer. He turned to the stage and yelled out, "I'll pay six!"
The Governor looked at them as if they were mad men and stuttered, "This is a hanging! Not a bid war!"
"Seven!"
"I'll give you ten pounds!" Luxord tried to beat him by going three pounds up. The young man was not to be swayed.
"Eleven and a half pounds!"
Luxord gritted his teeth. "Twelve!"
"Wait now young men! I haven't said I was going to…"
"Fifteen pounds!" The blond man shrieked, now glaring at Luxord.
"Seventeen!"
"Eighteen!"
"Now Hold on! I'm governor! I've said I won't…"
"Twenty Two Pounds!" Luxord shouted loudly, his eyes now sharp on the blonde man. He was giving up a good meal, a knife, and some ale for this slave, all because some pompous jerk wants to get back at him for taking a watch or something. The man glared back at him, and began to make his way over, Luxord did as well.
"Twenty pounds well..." The governor began.
"Twenty Three!" Luxord shouted.
"Twenty five!" The blonde man countered, until They were face to face and both shouted,
"THIRTY POUNDS!"
IT was the highest bid ever placed, even for a legal slave. The Governor couldn't refuse. He smiled, and turned to see Axel, "Well, it looks like you're about to be of some use after all… wait…"
But the Podium where Axel stood was empty.
The crowd went into an uproar, their limbs flailing, and their eyes wide with surprise, fear, and something entirely else.
Excitement.
Luxord was trying to find the red head, before seeing him right behind the blonde, "Wait!" Then the blonde turned around to see Demyx running off with his wallet.
"That bloody Thief! And to think I wanted to save him!" He cursed eloquently, and Luxord agreed he couldn't have said it better, as he ran off after the redhead, the blonde man not far off his backside.
"You wouldn't happen to know who this gentleman is do you!?" Luxord yelled as they ran beside each other after the runaway thief.
"Axel something or other. Apparently he stole aplenty last night, but he's a peasant. If people don't feed their peasants, then they become criminals to live!" The blonde man shouted back, sounding not the least bit weathered by the run. Luxord was proud.
"Well! Seems he has a talent then does he?"
"Must have! I didn't notice anything till a girl noticed her necklace was missing!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Who are you!" The blonde finally looked at him with wary eyes.
"Captain Luxord at your service sir! I'm seeking a translator and this youth is the one I need!"
"He has my wallet!"
"Buy a new one!"
This ended the conversation for a moment.
"Well who are you then!?" Luxord yelled at the blonde, who didn't answer for a moment.
"Demyx sir!"
"Sir? Odd last name there Mr. Demyx!"
"It's not my last name sir!" Demyx shouted at him as he ran, looking most affronted and a bit annoyed.
"I figured as much!" Luxord responded, as he grabbed the edge of the fence Axel and hopped over and then threw his own weight over it, in light to catch the crooked translator.
"You are becoming a big problem, aren't you Mr. Axel…" Captain Luxord whispered hotly.
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Axel couldn't believe he'd actually managed to sneak away. It had been FAR too easy. It was as if, those two blonds were some sort of angels sent to be the perfect distraction by bidding on him as if he were a slave instead of a criminal so he could escape.
Not to mention that he'd also managed to snag the musician's money along the way. Ha, he knew he'd get to pickpocket the kid the minute he spotted him on stage at the party last night.
Unfortunately, he could hear both men who had bid on him giving chase. He could understand the young musician chasing him down…but what about the other blond? He'd been dressed as a British officer…oh great, were THEY after him too?
He was suddenly so popular…
Vaulting over a fence, the redhead looked around frantically for some means of escape. The port was nearby; he could hide on a ship until the heat was off him. Perfect.
Heading in that direction, Axel glanced behind, not seeing either of the blonds chasing him…though that meant little. They could be just behind that last corner he'd turned. Just because he didn't see them, didn't mean he'd lost them. "They won't catch me…I'm like the wind!"
Laughing, Axel made it to the docks, looking around and spotting the biggest ship. Unnoticed by the crew lazing about, apparently waiting for something or someone, Axel snuck onboard and found a good place behind a few barrels full of only god knew what to hide. No one had seen him yet and there was no way the blonds would find him, even if they'd followed him to the docks.
"Now…" he panted to himself, getting comfortable and searching through the wallet he'd snatched. "Let's count the spoils, shall we?"
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Luxord stood abroad the deck of his ship, The Crimson Dawn, with a smile almost two miles wide.
"All sail off!" He shouted, kicked the planks off his ship that connected them to the docks. "I'll find you soon, Axel." He looked triumphant, as Demyx who had followed him on was suddenly paling.
"PIRATES?!"