Hey again! I was kind of surprised to have the story watched by three people and a review already, thank you Yunagirlamy! I was rather ecstatic to check my email and see that you had reviewed, and this chapter is for you since you seemed interested in finding out what was going to happen to dear little Roku, I hope this is enjoying for all who read.
And so I digress, here's the real chapter 1.
Flurry and the Key: Chapter One
"The Power of Perpetual Flowers"
"So be it," The Graceful Assassin murmured, his lashes dipping in disappointment...
So be it? Those words didn't boad well with the young Key of Destiny even as he was charging head forth, straight on into his impending doom. Any one of the members of the Organization were smarter than Roxas in that moment, for not one of them--aside from Axel, had opposed Marluxia. Zexion of course was planning to, though Axel had betrayed him beforehand. First earning his trust and then stabbing him in the back, though for Roxas... it was an entirely different story. The boy had no means of opposing or going against the Prince of Petals in anyway, shape or form! Heavens no, the boy just wanted sweet content in knowing he was an equal to him. How wrong he was to ever even assume he was equal to Marluxia in any way.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The caidance of his boots resounded in the quiet hall as he charged forth at Marluxia which might have been his top speed. "You're crazy if you think I'll let you off without doing anything!!!" He growled visciously as he closed the distance between them with a variety of steps.
"Crazy," The Petal Prince's palmer's faultered into something of a malicious scowl, though saying no more as the Pink haired menace disappeared into a flurry of petals.
Was that it? Was Marluxia fleeing? Skidding to a screechy rubber meets tiled floor hault, the boy lowered his keyblade with darting eyes. Left... to right, only a flurry of petals remained and one by one they hit the floor soundlessly. Darkness, confusion, and perhaps a relieved feel of triumphancy coursed through the boy as he watched what he thought was left of Marluxia hit the floor. A slight grin had been allowed to paint onto the boy's features, though unfortunately... it was rather short lived. For as soon as the boy had lowered his arm that grasped his beloved weapon at his side...
The boy was evermore foolish for thinking Marluxia had fled. He was the lord of Castle Oblivion for Ansem's sake! The boy had dropped his guard, only after a few short seconds of expecting, never once doing the smart and obvious thing and glancing behind him. Reappearing only a few paces away from the boy, Marluxia's slender, gloved set of five extended forward to grasp the boy's uniform hood and yank him back by it, ah the sweet taste of crushing a false victory. It was oh, so very delictable.
The moment Marluxia had chosen to scruff the boy's hood and yank him back, it was only the beginning of the end--literally. He had coiled his arm about the boy's throat--a headlock? Was he planning on breaking Roxas's neck?! Goodness, no... Marluxia wouldn't take out another member of the Organization unless he was given orders to by the Superior. The boy had staggered backward, just as the Dark Prince had assumed and with that, he brought his cloaked knee up to ram the boy's stomach. Not hard enough to actually hurt him, he could have broken all of the boy's ribs if he wanted! No, his motive was to knock the wind--and the pride out of the blonde brat. After all, Marluxia didn't want to break his new toy. Dropping to one knee, the male did the unthinkable... yanking the boy back by his hood once more to stand before his cocked knee.
"I believe," He hissed menacingly, "That if you are going to act like a child, than you shall be properly punished like one, number thirteen." Ooh! That Marluxia was just asking to be smacked!
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case as the dark prince had forced the boy over his knee so that his hip butted with the menacing Marluxia's inner thigh. Caught, without any show of effort! The boy was soon to be the victim of the Lord of Castle Oblivion as the rose haired devil had trapped his upper frame in the cage of his bicep, his arm coiled about the boy's arms as his hand was firmly placed betwixt his shoulderblades.
"I have longed to do this... for such a while now, Rokusasu," He hissed menacingly into the boy's ear, nearly grinning at the flinch he earned in return.
Everything had come and gone so fast for poor Roxas! One moment, he was grinning in trimphant victory that he'd scared the Lord of Castle Oblivion off, and within a matter of seconds, the wind expelled from his lungs as well as his pride and trimphant grin had left him. Letting out a sharp exhail, the boy had nearly fell forth to the floor had Marluxia not held him by his onyx hood. If the blonde Key of Destiny thought that was degrading, he was in for one Hell of a rude awakening. What was the worst, was after a few seconds of disorientation, the boy had figured out his position, and concentrated to decipher what it was Marluxia was getting at! But what hinted him more was that as soon as he had taken to inhail and try to push off from the Prince's knee.
THWAP!
Down came Marluxia's hand to the boy's cloaked posterior, stingy and well delivered. How had he known that? Why, the boy had yelped once more--though it was hard to differentiate if it was from surprise, or the fact that Marluxia had quite truly added bite to the swat. Perhaps it was the sound that got to him the most, even over his cloak the sound rang clearly and noticably over the empty corridor. One could only hope neither of the other eleven members of the Organization would stumble across such a sight, less Roxas be jeered at endlessly afterward!
"M-Ma'rushia!" The little blonde's words were stiffled and stammered as he nearly gasped for air, wincing at the harshness of the said dealt swat, "Itai yo!" It hurt? No, it tickled. How could a swat that sharp not hurt?!
The boy's cry was almost enough to cause Marluxia to to grin and chuckle, however... This was punishment, and though he would enjoy every minute of seeing the boy whimper and cry, he wouldn't allow Roxas to see that, not this early. No, right now, the only thing the boy would know was that Marluxia had complete dominance over the boy, and control of his fate, that little Key bearer's posterior would be glowing by the time he was through with him, speaking with such a tone to Marluxia was one thing, but assaulting him was another, and Roxas would be sure to think twice about ever doing this again if he wanted to save his little bottom.
"Does it now," The Dark prince mused with a sinister tone, allowing a swat of equal power to land upon the boy's posterior with the same resounding noise. "--deal with it." came the added response, if only Roxas knew just what he was in for, just how far would Marluxia go before stopping? How much could Roxas honestly take? This whole ordeal spelled out rumors all across the Organization... Poor Roxas, perhaps he'd learn not to challenge his superiors from then on in!
Not as long as I wanted to have, but I want to have a bit for Chapter three and I promise for you spankophiles out there, or those of you who just want to see Roxas put in his place, you will enjoy the next chapter! Detail is the key to a proper spanking, and I guarantee you won't be unsatisfied with how Marluxia intends to tan the kid's arse. Thank you all watchers, and I hope that you'll review if you think my stories good! Just a reminder, no flamesand thank you for reading!!! Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter of The Flurry and The Key! The Pinnacle of Punishment.
