Omgosh, I think I might be starting this chapter. There's really not enough space for me to build a relationship on, but, hey, I'm writing a Mary Sue fic here. So please.

Being the fangirl I am, I really enjoyed writing that part about Axel's toned, sexy man-chest. Thank God I can control my thoughts and don't believe in self-insert stories. Damn, otherwise I'd write a bunch.

Just my little bit of fangirlness. There is OOCness. Get over it.


Axel and Lane walked down the passage of darkness in silence. She kept sighing, and folding her arms, and dragging her feet, trying to get him to talk to her and just waiting for the end of the walk. But he seemed to be ignoring her. OMG! How could anyone ignore Lane Whitaker, though? She was the physical embodiment of every teenage boy's best wet dream! Finally, she broke the silence.

"So, um, how much longer is it until we… um, get to where we're going?" Lane asked, stopping on their trek to wherever it was that they were going. Her eyes turned orange when she was impatient. Jeez, I might run out of colors before this is over.

"So, um, lyke, maybe you should, um, be quiet, because, lyke, you'll know when we there," replied the redhead, imitating Lane's speech patterns and then dropping back into his own accent at the end of his sentence.

For but a moment, Lane Whitaker's eyes turned a red, meaning she was angry, and then they flashed back into their regular (but stunning) blue. "Can I have a translation of that, puhlease?"

Throwing his hands up into the air in exasperation, Axel answered the question. "It means 'please don't talk, because you'll know when we get there.' Got it memorized?" Lane nodded slowly, her eyes turning a red orange color, showing her agitation. "M'kay, then, let's keep walking. We've got a date to keep."

"Ugh! Do you really have to say it like that? I'd never go on a date with you! I'm being forced, 'got it memorized'?" she mocked.

As unamused as he was, Axel couldn't help but play along. "Yeah, I got it memorized. I just can't wait 'til we get to this place. It's great. They've got the most comfortable beds, and satin ribbons and handcuffs and-" at that point he looked over at the girl to see wide golden eyes staring at him, "O, please, don't give me that look, you're the one that suggested this. Or don't you remember? I'm going to rape you!" he said sarcastically.

Lane actually believed him, and fell to the ground, crying. "OooooOooOOOOoo! Whyyyyyy? Why is it always icky old men that want me??" she sobbed.

Axel just rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist, but not roughly. "Get up, and quit your whining. I'm not going to rape you. How many times do I have to repeat myself? I was only joking, kid."

The way Axel spoke was (almost) gentle and (almost) sincere, unlike how he was to her before, yet he was acting as if he was hiding something, holding back from saying something important. Lane remembered what Demyx said about Axel making sexual comments, and how it meant that he really did like somebody (obviously meaning her). She felt herself blushing, but let him pull her to her feet.

"Now, are you okay? Are you feeling better? Ya gonna cry anymore?" he asked, without real care, that somehow hinted that he really did care. However, he didn't wait for an answer, but began walking instead, pulling Lane along by her wrist. "Now, hurry up. And don't look so down. We're supposed to be there soon, and the boss doesn't like to see people looking so down all the time."

"Your boss? We're going to see your boss?" she asked, seemingly excited, yet puzzled at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah, big deal," Axel replied flippantly, waving his free hand back and forth, while still dragging her along. "I'm sure you'll be singin' a different tune once we get to his place, though…" he said quietly and more to himself than to Lane.

Suddenly, Lane stopped allowing herself to be dragged along by Axel, by planting her feet solidly on the ground and ripping her wrist out of his grip. Dumbfounded at her activity, he turned around with a surprised look on his face, obviously questioning what her problem was. And then she responded. "What the Hell did you just say?" she shrieked, but he remained silent, not knowing how to answer her. "Did you just insult my singing voice?!"

He placed his palms on his hips, in a manner that only females could pull off. He pulled it off quite easily. The fangirls will kill me for this all. "What are you talking about?" Axel asked sharply, eyes narrowed.

Throwing her hands in the air, as if he should know what she was talking about, she sighed, exasperated. "Don't pretend like you don't know! I was talking, exercising my lovely voice, and then you made some rude comment about 'singing a different tune,'" she sneered, making a rude face at him and crossing her arms. "I'm sorry if you don't like my voice, but everyone else loves it, so leave me alone!" the girl of amazing figure and tragic past screamed. And then Lane promptly began running off in a random direction, trying to put as much distance between herself and 'the icky old pedophile' as she could.

In a scene reminiscent of the first part of the Mary Sue chapter in this set of stories, Lane looked over her shoulder to see if Axel was chasing after her. Upon seeing that he wasn't, she turned her head back around to look in front of her. However, instead of seeing the expanding passage and the familiar black and white thorny tendrils of DOOM (i.e. where Xemnas would be killed in the future, har har) far off in the distance, Lane came face to face with a black wall. Well, not really a wall, but a certain Nobody's toned, sexy man-chest covered in a familiar black leather, company-required coat thing. (O, dear, I couldn't help myself.)

As opposed to how the scene went in aforementioned part, however, Axel had meant for her to run into him, and instead of falling down with her on top of him, she just plain fell down, after the reaction force caused her to bounce off of his toned, sexy man-chest. She rubbed her forehead, confused, and then looked up to see what she ran into, and her eyes widened when she saw what it was. "Going somewhere, my dear?" he asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer in the least and pulled her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" she whined, struggling to get away. "Leave me alo-ho-hoooooooone!" she began to sob, eyes turning a deeper blue due to sadness.

Axel rolled his eyes, but not before noting how sexy she was when she was in a sobbing state. "I can't leave you alone. If I leave you alone, then I'll get turned into a dusk or something and you'll have a future that's far worse than the one that's already guaranteed. Get me?" Lane nodded slowly, even though she was still far from understanding. "Good. Now get up, and don't make this harder on either of us." Slowly, she got up shakily, and they set off on their way to 'Axel's Boss's Place'; all along the way there, Axel kept noting how hott it was to have her in a submissive state of mind and thinking about hearts and ponies and hugs and rainbows, because Mary Sues have that effect on male characters. Or so I've heard.

X

After a forty minute walk of nearly complete silence, aside from Axel's comments about her nice legs, as her miniskirt did a fine job at showing them off, the pair finally reached the end of the corridor/passage/hallway of darkness and evil and doom, where a large portal, swirling with black and purple waited for them. "Well… I guess this is it, then," Axel stated, out of nowhere. "Better get going." He dragged her through.

X

Upon arrival at Axel's Boss's Place, Lane noticed several things. The first, that there was sobbing come from down the hallway connected to the foyer, in one of the inner rooms of the Place. The second was that there was a purple and pink glow radiating from the same room as the sobbing. Thirdly was the smell of sweet foods and ice cream. And fourth--was that a Lifetime movie she heard?

As Axel dragged her down the hallway, she recognized the sobbing as familiar, but also noticed that there was the sound of someone comforting the sobbing person. Upon entering the room with the television, Lane made several realizations. The sobbing was coming from the nasally boy from the previous part of this story arc: Demyx. The purple and pink light came from a lamp, set on a table beside the couch where Demyx sat, that had a purple and pink leopard patterned lampshade on it Third was the massive amount of freshly baked cookies and the (almost) empty ice cream carton cradled in the crying boy's arms. The Lifetime movie was On Thin Ice, one of Lane's favorites. O, yeah, and some sliver-haired weirdo sat on the couch with Demyx, rubbing his back and consoling him, all while sporting an evil grin.

"It's just… it's just so sad," Demyx moped, while shoving a cookie into his face. "The mother, sh-she has to sell drugs… t-t-t-to feed her kids… O God!!! Life's so rough for this woman!!!" he sobbed, wiping snot from his nose using his leather sleeve. Not very absorbent.

The silvery-haired man just rubbed his back and talked to him soothingly. "Yes, let it all out Demyx. A good cry never hurt anybody."

Demyx turned and looked at him with big, watery, cutesie, melt-any-fangirl's-heart eyes and spoke. "O, X-Xemnas… y-y-you're the best. You always know just h-how to make me feel bet-tter when I'm down…" he sniffled and smiled a small, nervous smile up at 'Xemnas'.

"Ahem, cough, sneeze, hack, cough!" Axel basically yelled at the two on the couch, causing them to look over. When Demyx saw Lane, standing next to Axel and waving with a puzzled expression on her face, he howled with sadness and opened a portal beneath himself, leaking tears from his eye sockets like a broken fire hydrant as he disappeared into the couch.

Lane placed both her hands on her hips. "And just what was all that about?" she asked quizzically.

The one called Xemnas rose from the couch. "Ah, you must be Lane, the one I've heard so much about," he stated, clapping his hands together and then spreading them out in front of him, to add meaning to what he said, or something like that. He glanced at Axel. "You were right, she does have great legs."

"Asshole!"

"Yeah, I know. Much better than Larxene's," Axel answered and then turned to Lane. "In answer, that was my boss, Xemnas, makin' Demyx cry by letting him watch a Lifetime movie. It's about the only thing that makes him feel like anything anymore." He shrugged and smirked a little.

"Yeah, okay, whatever. But, hey! Why am I here?" she questioned, planting her hands on her hips again, while tossing one hip to the side out of instinct.

"Ah, you're here for a very special reason," Xemnas began, and Axel twitched nervously at Lane's side. "You see," he said, grabbing her wrist tightly, and not gently, as Axel had always tried to be, "there's this thing called a Keyblade, and you know, we don't really like Keyblades. Because, well, we're not really 'human', as you are." He led her into some backroom with Axel following closely behind; inside the room was a chair that had straps on it, placed in the center.

"If you're not humans," she began, and winced at the pain his grip inflicted on her wrist, "then what are you?"

Xemnas turned and smirked at her. "We… are Nobodies. In other words, we don't have hearts or feelings or any of that good stuff that you humans have. We don't feel and we don't have consciences. Great, huh?" he asked sarcastically, giving her a dry look. Pulling her farther into the room, he began to speak again. "And you see, Nobodies can't exactly be 'killed' by ordinary mean, oh no, because we don't exactly exist… in a way. We can only be vanquished using the mystical power of," at this point he forced her down into the chair, strapping in the wrist he had already had a grip on, "the Keyblade." Xemnas then took hold of her free (and not to mention fuh-laiiiling) arm and strapped it in also.

"What… What are you doing?" she asked, eyes wide and gold with fear, as the silver-haired man took hold of her thrashing (yet verrrry nice) legs and strapped them in also.

"It's a surprise," he basically purred.

Axel, who had been sulking in the doorway since this little scene began, stepped fully into the room, speaking to Xemnas. "Um, Xemnas. Do we really have to do this to her? I mean, it's not guaranteed she'll even meet up with Sora and his team, ya know? Heh.. heh…" he said nervously, scratching the back of his head.

Looking up at Axel, as he tightened the strap on Lane's neck, Xemnas wore a frown. "Well, it's not guaranteed that she won't, so I'm not going to take chances," he replied, and looked down only to see Lane nearly suffocating due to him drawing the strap too tightly. "Oopsie!" he said, feigning innocence, and loosened it, allowing the girl to gasp for air. "Now to begin…"

"But, uh, Xemnas… We don't really have to…" Axel began.

"Y-Yeah! The pedo's right! You don't have to do this… whatever you're going to do…" Lane said, rather panicked.

"Okay, maybe you guys are right. Let me think this over… Okay! I've thought it over and decided that I'm still right and we're going to do this, so there!" crowed Xemnas mockingly.

"Nooooooooooo! I luuuuuuuuuuuuve herrrrrrrrrr! You can't KILL her!!" Axel began to sob suddenly, falling to the floor, an emotional wreck. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeease don't, Xemnas!!!"

Xemnas just looked down at the man in disgust. "O, get up, Number VIII. Don't be so pathetic. I'll have Vexen bake you cookies if you decide to be good, m'kay?" he pretended to soothe him as he lead him out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Looking around, Lane began to panic even more, now that she was alone. "Help?" she whimpered.

X

On the outside of the door, Xemnas was informing Axel of what was about to happen as he ended his sobbing, leaning against a wall and blowing his nose.

"So… nothing really bad, right?" Axel asked tentatively.

"Of course not… wouldn't want to harm a valuable asset to our… team, now would we?" his Superior replied, a hint of malice to his voice. From inside the room, an ear-piercing shriek was heard, and Axel cringed, as the mysterious process Xemnas had just described to him took place. After a minute or two of screaming coming from inside, it stopped, and the noise level lowered by at least two thousand decibels so that the two Nobodies could at least think again. "It's finished."

They entered the room, where a single light shown on the chair in the middle with a figure occupying it. As they walked around to look at Lane, Axel and Xemnas noticed some surprising differences between the new her and the old her. Well, for one, she was wearing an incredibly low-cut Organization XIII leather coat. She was also smiling devilishly. Xemnas jabbed Axel in the side with his elbow. "See? Told ya it'd be for the best…" he whispered.

"So… who's going to free me from my bonds? Or are you guys intothis kinda thing?" the Nobody Formerly Known As Lane asked, seductively.

"We'll free you in a moment," Xemnas began. "But first, what's your name, Number XIV?"

"Call me… Lanex."

"And what's your title, Lanex, and what kind of weapon would you like?" he asked.

"Call me The Promiscuous Wench," Lanex replied, batting her eyelashes. "I'll have a whip as my weapon, of course." She giggled.

Axel was dumbstruck. "I think, Xemnas, that the Organization just got a little bit… naughtier," he said, as he went forward to free Lanex from her bonds.

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The End (Finally).

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Hmmm… Well, that was rushed. And I don't like it, but I'm just glad I finished it, finally! Do you guys know that I put off working on the damned FFA page for my school's yearbook to finish this? No, you didn't. :P Either way.

Too bad I couldn't put more about Axel's toned, sexy man-chest. Otherwise I would have. How did you like that "The Nobody Formerly Known As Lane" thing? Didja catch the allusion?

I hope you all understood what I was making Lane(x) seem like at the end there. I'll give you a hint. It begins with a D and ends with -ominatrix. But how could you miss it, what with the bondage references and the whip. O wow. Lanex, Xlane? They're both pretty bad.

O, and the Xemnas and Demyx Lifetime movie thing was inspired by Vixen2004, in her story Repercussions of Femininity. Go read that; it's very amusing.

Today, I discovered that my guilty pleasure is AxelKairi. Baby. I don't really take a liking to most pairings, but damn, this one's got me. O, and Pop-Ice popsicles are my guilty pleasure, too.

And I should apologize that this is belated, but I'm not sorry. Because I was distracted by two amazing books. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. Damn good book. And!!!! The Shining by, none other than, Stephen King. I'm not done with it, but I love it. Man, I've waited over a year and a half to find it, own it, and read it (no good bookstores where I live, dammit). FINALLY!!!!

Ahem. Review? Tell me how disappointed you are. xD I don't care. I just wanted to get onto the AU or the Organization XIV story. M'kay. Bye.