XIII Things That Never Happened To Sora
By tsukinofaerii
Beta: lyakahime
Rating: SNAP
Genre: Generic/Generic
Warnings: No Pairing, Violent, Disturbing
Spoilers: KHI & CoM
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: None
Summary: Thirteen drabbles following Roxas through the Organization. Complete series.
This story is a work of transformative fiction, such being defined as a work which incorporates characters and situations which have been created by other authors/artists. No infringement of copyright is intended and no profit is being made from the creation or dissemination of this work. Kingdom Hearts was created and is owned by Tetsuya Nomura and Disney. It is used with respect and admiration for the work.
Ordinary Nobodies use dark portals like lesser mortals walk. For the most part, they're pleased enough to ignore Roxas as he stumbles through his first few days in the World That Never Was. They give no instruction, and he asks for none. Number Eight isn't so complacent, but Axel makes a point of being an exception to every rule, and in any case can hardly be described as ordinary. But they mostly leave him alone, to discover the strange powers he can call his own.
Or, more accurately, the strange powers he can't call his own, the dark portals being one. On his third day of existence, at Axel's urging, he tries. Even the bare attempt to use the ability, one supposedly as effortless as breathing, nets him a sputter of darkness and a whole-body migraine that lasts for days.
"Probably something to do with the Key of Destiny and all that crap," Axel advises, lounging on Roxas' bed as though it were his own. Roxas is laid out on the floor, with an icepack and a growing need to kill. "Bastion of light, blah blah blah. It's a trade-off. Headache better?"
"It would be if you would just shut up," Roxas grinds out, shifting his head against the wonderfully solid floor. His eyes are closed, but even behind them he can see too much light coming from the walls. "The 'Key of Destiny' deal is bullshit. Who the hell comes up with these names anyways? Or abilities? I'd rather portal."
"Mock not the Superior," Axel advises solemnly, "lest ye be knocked on your ass. Again." The bed creaks as he moves, and Roxas can feel the noise in his jawbone. "I'll give you a lift anywhere you want, but the Keyblade's one of the cool weapons. Not like a sissy book or anything."
Roxas cracks an eye to stare at the pain-blurred red and black thing that is Axel. "I'll hold you to that."
He thinks Axel grins. "You'd better."