Wolf Pups
Ch5
If I owned them, well… you really either don't want to know, or invest heavily in a camera. Reviews are like crack. Feed my addiction.
School has eaten my brain, so the next few chapters may be just pure idiocy in literary form. I wanted to get to the kidlets asap, so I completely skipped the birth itself, since I didn't find the right wording for it at all.
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They were all thankful, at least a little, when it was all over. Of course, Vexen was not entirely pleased, seeing as he now had a lot more work ahead for him. At least
Xemnas was the polar opposite, though. He looked back and forth between the exhausted form of his wolf and the four little bundles that lay next to him, elated behind his indifferent expression. Of course, there was no missing the two tiny bumps on Vexen's table, covered only with a cloth. But there was little mourning for them, the lost ones. His, and the others' minds were occupied enough with the sheer relief knowing any survived.
Four, jut as the prophecy said, in its cryptic way. Two boys and two girls. Healthy, though a tad smaller than average, but healthy. Alive. One, a girl, stared at him intently from her blanket-burrito. He wondered, as new fathers, heartless or no, are wont to do, how something, someone, so new, so little, could hold such fire.
Her eyes were golden. The fuzz-hair that peeked through the blanket was silver, highlighted by the natural-born tan of her skin. A perfect melding of her parentage. Perfect.
Xemnas scooped her up gently, careful not to disturb her siblings, and found she fit in his arms like she was made to be there. The golden fire in her eyes burned even more, unused still to contact.
Perfect. How can you be so- OW. A little hand had tugged on a silver strand... HARD. Damn you have a grip. How can you already be a little bitch? Golden eyes turned wide and fearful, a ploy that worked already on her father's anger. …You're good. Larxene's just going to ADORE you.
A little cry reached out from the three still near Saix. One of the boys was awake and not happy about… something. Vexen moved him closer to Saix, who sleepily moved onto his side.
Then the kid latched onto him. Thuck-thuck-thuck.
What the HELL?
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"Explain and explain now, Four." He hadn't seen any clues to anything of this kind when he had had Saix just a week before.
"It's simple enough, Superior. The Lunaan's wolf heritage allows for such canine-style nursing, along with the smaller fetal size and litter-style birth. It is cold to say, but the two lost ones have allowed a fully healthy litter, since there will be no exclusion to feeding or anything of the sort, such as it would had there been six."
Xemnas just nodded, holding the firstborn, the eldest… My first daughter… my daughter… watching his son suck hungrily at his Wolf's chest. He was soon joined by the other two, but the one in Xemnas's arms was seemingly uninterested in food, instead on the others in the room.
The other girl had finished, unlatching from Saix, and Xemnas picked her up with the other arm, a small flash coming from the pits of Xenahort's memories. Daughters are their father's Holy Grail. Not so elusive, but just as sacred. The other daughter was Saix turned female, all pale skin and wide eyes. So small. So fragile.
He was so engrossed in studying his daughters, he didn't notice who was watching him.
Saix had awoken, gathering his sons to him. Ven and Kris. Seemed to fit to him at least. Ven was Xemnas turned tiny, while Kris was pale but amber-eyed, the fuzzies on his head a light sky-blue. The two tiny pups watched each other intently. Ven freed one little arm from the tight blanket and bapped his brother, who bit him right back. Saix didn't stop them, Sai's old memories coming back in droplets. The two tussled with what motor skills they had, their male-mother careful to keep them from falling off of the bench/table.
So begins an inseparable brotherhood.
Saix looked over at his Superior, and smiled a little to himself at the worship-like expression on Xemnas' face. His eyes slid to his daughters… their daughters… Nessa and Hanna.
Nessa was a determined little thing, her hold on Xemnas's hair refusing to budge, tugging whenever she felt he was wandering in his attentions. Hanna, on the other hand, was her opposite, a pale, giggly little pup.
Vexen looked at them all, Saix and the boy-pups duking out… Xemnas with the girls… and came to two conclusions.
1)Lunaans had a rapid development, the pups having some semblance of motor movement at only a few hours, much like dogs…
2) He was lonely and would remain so forever.
Even Saix, the poster-man for chill-pills, found what nobodies could find of love and warmth.
Vexen had recently, to himself and no one else, came to terms with the fact that those idiotic inane fangirls could be onto more than he'd like to admit. When it came to Marluxia, at least. But no way in hell would Marluxia, the very picture of warmth and happiness (Gayness? He wasn't really sure if there was a difference anymore.) would look at a frigid ass like Vexen with more than a friendly glance.
Demyx with Xigbar (Though he refuses to speak to the Sharpshooter anymore after the whole trying-to-rape-Saix escapade)
Zexion with Lexaeus (Why couldn't he see that one coming from a mile away? Eleaus had a noticeable soft spot for Ienzo way back then… Even's skill at denial reigns supreme again.)
Larxene and Xaldin (It's so wrong, it's cute.)
Axel and Roxas.
Goddamn, even Luxord's getting some… kinda. Him and Namine think they can hide it. Silly fools.
Saix heard Nessa start to cry of hunger and sighed. It was going to be a long eternity.
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Ok, so that was really really wandering in POV. My brain's gone PTTHHFF with me trying to get this in before I go to bed.
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