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Chapter 3-Where
Axel wandered a bit in the cold afternoon, the cold not really bothering him as it did the other civilians and the lesser civilians. The red head frowned at the way most people treated the lesser civilians, or companions as some liked to call them. The few he had seen were barely dressed for the cold wintery air, and the even fewer with more gracious Massers dressed warmly.
It was ultimately the Masser's choice on how to care for ones Companion. That's what Axel liked to consider the people born in unfortunate circumstances. Though most people, like his father, loved to call them profitable objects. Axel hated his father anyhow, so it's not like he would use his terms.
He hunkered into his long black peacock coat as a harsh wind buffeted him, his pale face turning slightly red with the wind hitting it dead on. He hated being out during the day, people stared too much at him. It used to be the only reason that they stared was due to his family connections and bright red hair. But now he had added the tattoos under his piercing eyes and stopped brushing his hair into the society accepted smoothness.
Now they stared because he was the upper class hoodlum, the one who did not have a companion, the bad egg of the Alvira family, well he wasn't the only one...there was Reno. But he was considered to not be important, not since he practically disappeared off the face of the planet. Though it was a popular topic of gossip in the higher circles.
"AXEL! Oh my Goddess! I thought I'd never see you during the daytime again!"
The red head responded to the silky, twangy voice with a smile.
"Hello Demyx."
The red head smiled softy, affectionately, at his friend. The Idiot was hopping around in the light snow outside of the tall brick building Axel had planned on going inside.
"You should consider investing in a pair of shoes you hippie." He looked up and down his friend, shaking his head in disbelief.
The mullhawked haired man was wearing a pair of black sweats, thin looking black shirt with his Bar's logo, The Flaming Flurry, and to top it all off a pair of sandals.
"It was an emergency! Masser Zexion needed some munchies." The dirty blonde held up Plastic bag before he launched himself on Axel's broad back. The green eyed male grunted but didn't throw him off.
He was used to this from his friend. He opened the door on the brick building, chastising the mullhawked man all the way in.
"He will be mad at you for this you know. He wouldn't want you to lose your toes over his munchies, and he doesn't want you calling him Masser. You know this."
"Old habits and such. I am getting better about the masser thing. See I didn't greet you as a masser!" Axel looked back at the lean man on his back rolling his eyes at the tongue stuck out at him.
"Childish Aquirian." Axel said in reference to Demyx's natural race. The Aquirians, who hailed form Oceanaia and considered to be lowest of all the races. But Demyx knew it was meant as a joke.
"Better an Aquirian than being lonely!" He cried in the silky twangy voice of his and hopped form Axel's back running up a flight of stairs belting out in his singers voice,
"ZEXION! I AM BACK! AND AXEL IS HERE!" The red head gave a sigh before following the mullhawked man's voice which became oddly quieted. Normally it was impossible to shut up the dirty blonde unless...
Just as he thought, the dirty blonde was pulled over the back of a black leather couch being kissed into silence. Axel walked into the large room filled with books on every wall besides the one with the large Victorian style window. He walked to it, ignoring the sounds of heated kisses, and took a seat behind the oak desk he had made especially for His friend Zexion. It was the only thing in the room that did not have books on it, but instead files and loads of papers. He picked one up; relaxing in to the leather office chair reading the paper over to pass the time till the couple was done.
He moved his green eyes away from the paper when he heard a loud sigh and the crinkling of a bag.
"Axel, what do I owe this pleasure to?"
The red head gave the purple haired man a grin as he stared at him and Demyx together. Sometime during the kissing the dark almost grey purple haired man had pulled the Aquirian into his lap and he was still there, having his dirty blonde hair stroked idly.
"Well I need some papers. Important papers."
He hopped it was enough to get his point across, the periwinkle haired man was notorious for picking up on subtle hints so it wasn't hard for him to read the taller male.
"Demyx, go on and set up for the night, me and Axel have something...to discuss."
The blonde male sat up and stared at the man he had laid on with pleading blue eyes to his stoic purple ones.
"But Zexion-"
"No buts little one. Do as I say." Zexion gave the pouting male a soft kiss before pushing him up.
"Fine. Axel you better come to our show tonight! We got a new song that all the patrons really like." Demyx gushed as he started vocalizing in that silky twangy voice that everybody loved.
"Not tonight Dem, but some other. I won't be going to the club tonight." The red head said as he watched the grayish lilac haired male stand up and stretch.
"Tomorrow then?"
"Maybe."
"That's not answer!"
"Demyx leave, and shut the door."
Axel looked at the Zexion who stared the blonde down. Demyx huffed and stormed out the room, not slamming the door. Years of conditioning had prevented him from doing so. Axel stared at the now shut oak door before looking at the smaller stoic male, his calm greyish blue eye staring at him and the other hidden under a chunk of the man's hair.
"What kind of papers?" It was harsh and cut the strained silence.
"I found something I want." A smug smile graced the tall red heads lips as he steepled his fingers. His green eyes never leaving Zexion's face. No flicker of emotion but his eyes showed vague interest.
"This thing, is it under a strange classification? Because if it is, you know I won't do anything illegal." The smaller man grossed his arms over his clothed chest.
"Not Illegal. I merely found something I like."
"Then go get the official papers from what market you got it from...unless you stole it," Zexion frowned, cocking his head to the side slightly trying to figure out where Axel was leading him.
"I did not steal, if I know the law as well as I do."
"Why the papers then?"
"Do you know the old Achac law?"
Zexion looked at the red head sitting smugly behind his desk his frown deeper.
"Yes, did you duel someone for this object? Or...is it the Leisie act?"
"The latter," Axel smile grew bigger as he toyed with the purple haired man, giving him the challenge he so loved. He could tell it was making the stoic man frustrated.
"So you found and object with no claim of ownership and you wish to lay a claim? Is it claimable?" Zexion's mind running faster as he got an idea of what the man before him had gotten for himself.
"Yes, to both."He saw the recognition in the man's gaze. His smile bigger as the total look of shock and surprise took over the man's cool stoic mask.
"You found a companion didn't you." his rich voice sounded faint with disbelief. A stiff nod from the emerald eyed man sent Zexion into harsh chuckles.
"I win...Marluxia was wrong for once." He said with a gasp and wandered back to the black leather couch. Zexion chuckled softly more before grasping a glass off a stack of books on an end table. His mask back in place as he sipped at the liquid in the glass.
"So, male or another female?" Zexion stared at the grinning redhead. He wished to just grip at those red spikes making the large grin disappear. He never showed that the thought entered his mind and continued to stare at Axel.
"Male. He looks to be at least twelve. Very skinny and obvious he had been thrown out a long time ago. I believe he is of Aquirian heritage. But he has no voice. Or lost it somehow," Axel smoothly said leaning back into the leather chair thinking of the little blonde.
"Twelve?...A little young?"
"I don't believe so. Lord Xemnas has more companions and they all range from seven to seventeen. And you know how much of a creep he is."
Both men grew silent as they thought about the silver haired man. He was considered very rich to have so many companions and no one thought it was their place to question why he had so many young children as his companions.
"Well, you'd know all about that I guess."Zexion muttered earning a very dark glare from Axel. He continued onward not really caring about the anger found on that pale angular face, "Do you know how old he is. Or where he is from or anything?" Zexion frowned. He knew Axel wasn't one to ask for important information and it made his job harder to fill the taller males needs.
"Uhhhhh...well his name is Roxas. And he is adorable." Axel sighed stretching his long limbs and leaning on the oak table his mood lightening as he thought about the blonde.
Zexion stared at the red head choosing words in his head to insult the man with Demyx's voice echoing from downstairs as he warmed up for his show later tonight. Zexion loved that voice, it was one of the reasons he had claimed ownership of that boy. The Aquirians were famous for having the 'siren call' and due to its effects most Aquirians caught in the cruel world of markets, had their vocal cords removed.
"Maybe I could come see him? I'm quite sure I can have a look at the boy and evaluate his medical condition for you. And if its voice problems, Demyx would know best. That and if you believe the boy to be Aquirian, then Demyx would be able to tell." Zexion said in a cool professional tone noticing Axel bristle once more at him mentioning seeing the boy.
"Zexion, you know how I feel about that." It was threat and the purple haired man knew it.
"He will have to be evaluated for proper documentation. And you only know two doctors who have authority to do that. Me or Diz. Anyone else would be a stranger."
Axel's face darkened with anger as he stood up suddenly, turning his back to the man. His eyes glaring out the large Victorian window, Demyx's voice drifting up to them as he sang a soft song. It seemed to have a relaxing effect on Axel as it normally did. His broad shoulders sagged from their angry tense position.
"You're right. And I guess you're right, Demyx needs to come along as well. I have a nice present for him."
"You spoil him too much." Zexion frowned more.
"He brings in customers to my nice bar that you help me take care of thus getting half the profits. If he is happy, shouldn't you be?" Axel said looking at the seated male from over his shoulder.
"What is it?" It was a sigh.
"A new instrument. I had it made specifically for his voice."
"Oh joy." It was monotoned as the stoic man thought of all the squealing he was bound to listen to as he normally did when Axel got Demyx a new present. Not that he minded, but it did get annoying after a bit.
Axel laughed richly at the soured man sulking on the leather couch.
"Look, I need to head home, bring the papers over tomorrow afternoon. Oh and could you get him some clothes. I DON'T need any more gossip about me."
Zexion still frowning nodded yes, watching the red head glide from the room. Slight mumblings as he guessed from Axel saying goodbye to Demyx. A few minutes later, the mullhawked haired Aquirian came into the room, peeking out from behind the door.
"Messer?"
"Demyx, don't call me that. I gave you rights to freedom." Zexion snapped.
"Sorry, but is everything okay?" He hesitantly entered the office room playing with the hem of his thin sweatshirt, turquoise eyes downcast.
"Fine. Get dressed properly and go buy clothes for a twelve year old with Axel's tastes in mind."
"Did he get a companion?!" shock laced in that silky voice.
"Yes, but no one is to know until there is proper documentation. Understand?"
"Yesss!! Oh my Goddess!! When can we see Axel's companion? Girl? Boy?"
Demyx squealed bounding across the room so he could hop in the stoic mans lap yammering away at him.
Axel opened the door to his house, holding a bag of food he had gotten from a seafood restaurant for the blonde. He was sure he was hungry, he had been gone for a couple of hours. He swung open the large door almost dropping the Seafood in shock as he saw the blonde sitting in the entryway staring at the door. His head resting on his knees and arms wrapped around his twiggy legs. Those big blue eyes staring at him as a soft smile flitted on his face.
He stood up suddenly almost falling back down because his legs had fallen asleep. He brushed the tingling in his legs back and took a couple of steps towards the red head, wrapping his arms around the thin waist and nestling his head into the redhead's stomach. He nuzzled his face into the black coat allowing his hands to fist in its black fabric.
Axel did drop the bag. He circled his long arms around the blondes tiny from looking down at the tiny child in mystified wonder. Never in his life had someone hugged him like this, not a hug for money, sex, and power as so many had done before. No this sweet little hug was just for Axel and he knew it, it was a hug of appreciation.
"Hey, I'm guessing you missed me?" It was soft, with the surprise of the moment still lingering.
The blonde said nothing, of course, but he nodded his head yes, it still buried in the man's stomach. Axel gave a soft squeeze before pulling back staring down at those sparkling azure depths, hands still on the tiny shoulders. They held such soft sadness as they stared up at him.
"What's the matter?" Axel cupped a cherubic cheek a soft frowning slightly.
'I thought you had left me.' Roxas' mind screamed as his hands still fisted in the clothing. He felt so happy the red head had returned he felt as if he could cry.
"Did you stand here and wait for me all day?" The red head asked picking up the dropped food, gripping Roxas' cold hand with his large warm one. Roxas shifted on his feet, his legs tingling with the blood rushing back into, he nodded yes. He couldn't remember how, but he knew it was the proper thing for him to do for one in his position.
"Well, don't do that again. You are allowed to move about my house, now come to the kitchen I got you something proper to eat instead of my monster cooking." Axel gave the blonde a soft reassuring smile, leading him into the kitchen.
Yeah, I WILL explain some of the crap and terms in this chapter later, it's a kind of learn as you go. I invented a special religion back in the day with my sister. Its pagan like and I am still a firm believer in it as well as my sister and some of our closest friends. And more things about it will come to light. I will not give you details on the religion on the fact it's not really a religion but a belief and I REFUSE TO BE ACCUSED OF FORCING MY BELIEFS ON PEOPLE.
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Oh and the term mullhowaked is mine, I have yet to see it pop up any where so the bitch is mine. Annnnndddddd!! Demyx's hair in my sight is not a true Mullet/Mohawk. I AM from the south, my grandmother has a freakin' mullet for Goddesses sake. And I have to trim it, I know mullet...Demyx does not have a mullet...So from know on its a Faux-hawk. I only described like that so you peoples would get the gist. Basically for those who do not know what a Faux-Hawk is, its a spikey poof(or just poof) from the top of your head back into a pony tail..normally. Paine from X-2 Has a faux-hairstyle. Just not a Faux hawk, so be prepared peoples, Demyx has a fuax hawk!! Long live the mullet though, my ne-nea-wa (grandmother) would be sad if it died. Its her hair style.