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Chapter 7
Marionette
Swimming helped cleanse his mind. It calmed him down and made him feel as if there was nothing in the world he needed to care about. He liked swimming.
But it had been a long five years since he went to swim.
He was typically a normal teenage boy who usually had no trouble coping with life. Even if he had some problems, just a couple hours of video games or wasting time in the internet worked. He would usually just escape from the reality for a while and then go back to real life and do whatever he was supposed to do.
He wasn't usually faced with hard problems.
He had trouble keeping himself afloat in the water at first. But after half an hour of trying to swim, he finally got the hang of it. He had learned swimming when he was small, so it was pretty easy for him to float and learn how to swim all over again.
He floated backwards, face kept above the water, breathing in and out calmly as he slowly moved his arms and legs to propel himself. He closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility, trying not to think about everything that had happened.
If he didn't know himself any better, he would have thought he needed a therapist. Maybe he did need a therapist…
Who knows…
It could be something about sexual repression. He remembered someone named Freud said something about sexual repression could lead someone to… become crazy? He didn't remember exactly. But he did take general psychology last Fall. And he remembered this crazy guy named Freud. He was pretty sure Freud was pretty famous… or something like that.
Not that he really cared.
But he was pretty interested in psychology.
And if he was to diagnose himself as a psychologist would, he would label himself permanently crazy and completely incurable and threw himself into the mental institution.
He released a sigh as he removed his goggle and let it hang around his wrist.
The water felt nice… too nice. And the space… it was only him.
Alone.
Without anyone intruding his personal space.
How he loved being alone.
"Hey there! Are you okay?"
Suddenly, the calmness was gone as a jerk decided to shout at him. He wasn't dying or anything.
"I'm okay, thanks," he groaned and dove into the water and swam to the side, only to meet someone familiar with very wild red hair. "It's… you…"
That was definitely a surprise. He didn't expect to see the man here.
The man grinned—almost too friendlily. "Why hello there. Do you know me?" the man asked, staying as far away from the water as possible.
Roxas looked left and right, blinking. "No, I don't really… know you. Who are you?" he asked, a bit annoyed, swimming backwards, watching the redhead closely.
"Why the hostility? I've done nothing to you," the redhead grinned.
Roxas gave an unwilling smile and swam around and away, not wanting to talk to the man anymore, feeling very uncomfortable.
The man merely watched and walked away.
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Axel was the Prince of the country. He knew so much about that. But he pretended as if he didn't know that piece of information. The first and foremost reason why he approached Axel was because Axel was a Prince. Axel was one of the royalties. Axel had all the wealth in the country and that was enough reason for him to sell himself and try to look attractive in front of the redhead.
He was merely some commoner, a little orphan boy who would never be able to go anywhere in his life. He would stay forever a commoner until he grew old and wrinkly. If he didn't work hard towards his happiness, he would never experience happiness… or in this case, the life of luxury. He needed someone rich. But he was a boy, which made it hard for him to get married to someone who would support his life.
Being a girl was definitely easy and his looks supported that. He had flawless skin to begin with and with a little nurturing, he was able to look like a girl. He had no breasts, but that didn't matter, most girls around the area were flat breasted anyway. He did have some curves around his body.
All he needed was a victim, someone who would take him in and take care of him for the rest of his life. And what better than to start with a Prince?
Now, he was the Prince's best friend. They met almost every afternoon to have a nice evening together.
It was peaceful.
But, of course, like some clichés, things went wrong. He fell in love with the Prince and he kept falling deeper and deeper into his lies. So much so that he really had no other choice but to make his lie a reality.
"You seem to have a lot in your minds, lately," Axel chuckled, breaking the silence.
"Why, of course. A girl has to think a lot, no?" Roxas giggled.
"You girls. Always so secretive," Axel shook his head, grinning.
"Well, of course, Mr. Canterburry. As they say, you're not a gentleman until you can figure out a girl's mind."
Axel laughed then. "Well then. I will try, Ms. Roze," he smiled, suddenly kneeling on one knee in front of the golden haired girl. The redhead gently took the girl's hand and brought the back of her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.
Roxas watched, blushing.
He loved Axel. He was obsessed with the man. Even though Axel was not a Prince, he didn't care. He would still love Axel either way.
"Why, you sure know how to make a girl feel special," Roxas giggled once more, cheeks red.
"Do you know? You look so cute when you're blushing," the redhead grinned and lean up to kiss the girl on the cheek.
Roxas wanted to take it further—but that wasn't what an appropriate girl should do. So, he drew back as a noble girl would, still blushing. "D-do you think it's ok? Y-you already have a fiancée, right? I mean… would you get in troub…"
He was cut off before he could finish his sentence as a pair of soft lips pressed against his demandingly. His eyes went wide as he saw Axel's cat-like eyes up close. He blushed more, taking in a sharp breath, slowly melting into the kiss.
"Axel…" he breathed out softly as the redhead slowly lie him down on the sea of grasses and crawled on top of him, straddling him, watching him.
"Axel?" he asked.
Axel smiled. "Roxas, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this. To feel you up close. To feel your lips against mine…" he gently ghosted his fingers over Roxas' tender lips. "You always look so delicious. And you look even more appetizing in dresses," he smirked then. "I notice that you've been wearing dresses lately."
Roxas blushed even more if possible, throat suddenly becoming very dry. "Y-you just notice?" he smiled nervously.
Axel chuckled, not answering Roxas. He slowly kissed Roxas' cheek, going down to the girl's delectable neck. He licked and nibbled the soft skin there.
The girl let out a soft moan, swallowing, feeling his arousal slowly getting erected.
No… Axel would find out if he didn't stop it soon. But… but it felt so good… too good… to finally have Axel touching him, kissing him as how he always fantasized it. Having it come true made his sensitive skin tingle like no tomorrow.
He didn't want this to end…
But he didn't want Axel to find out that he had been lying to him all along.
"Axel… stop… no, not here…" he moaned, biting his lower lip, panting softly.
"Do you like it?" the redhead asked, leaning up to capture Roxas' eyes in his.
"Y-yes, I do. But not here… Somewhere else."
Axel smiled. "Where do you propose?"
"Somewhere more private? How about… your place?"
Axel didn't answer.
"Well then, how about my place?" Roxas smiled.
"Sounds good to me. But I want you now," Axel whispered, nibbling the girl's ear.
… Roxas didn't know why, but he suddenly began doubting himself… why did Axel suddenly want him?
"Why?" he asked.
"You look spectacular and you're very different from the rest of the girls I know. You're not whiny and bitchy."
Roxas smiled softly. "Not all girls are whiny and bitchy. I'm sure some are pretty… well-behaved." Definitely not Naminé though.
"Definitely not the one I met yesterday. Urgh, she's so annoying," Axel groaned, sitting up, helping Roxas up.
"You mean the girl you're going to marry?" Roxas crawled over and sat beside the redhead.
"The girl I'm forced to marry. She looks a lot like you. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was you."
"Oh… I… I guess that's a good thing?" Suddenly, Roxas felt jealousy overwhelming him.
"Not at all. She's really annoying. The thought of her looking like you disturbs me," Axel answered, as straightforward as always. "Her name's Naminé. Do you know her?"
"Oh… she's a distant relative of mine," Roxas nodded. "Well... since you don't like her… why don't you just say no to the wedding?"
"I can't… it's prearranged. I… I am actually the Prince of this country, Roxas. And the kingdom needs an heir."
"Y-you are the Prince? … Y-you're kidding, right?" Roxas acted surprised.
"Axel Lambardia is my real name. I'm the first Prince of the Kingdom of Lambardia."
"T-then… we shouldn't… I mean… you…"
"I don't care. Roxas… I can't promise you happiness. You're just not… You're not a noble… I can't cancel the wedding and from now on… I'm pretty sure I'll be spending most of my day in the castle. But I promise I'll do my best to get you into the castle."
Roxas was hurt that Axel had blatantly spoke out the barrier between them. He would never be a noble… Never… But at least… he could try his very best…
To get closer to what he wanted…
To get closer to Axel…
Roxas smiled then, concealing his injured heart, leaning close to capture Axel's lips. "Then that's good enough for me."
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So, maybe this was his way of repenting for his sins. He had approached Axel because he wanted Axel's wealth. But God had a way to get back to him…he had fallen in love. He felt guilty for approaching Axel for such a reason… He needed to do something.
He needed to become a she.
For Axel…
If he didn't…
Axel would leave him.
And Axel wanted him.
They would make love.
Show their love to each other.
It made his heart flutter endlessly to know that Axel felt the same way about him.
Just the thought made his heart beat in excitement.
The promise was tomorrow night.
Axel would come over…
And take away his virginity.
-xoxo-
He got out of the swimming pool, feeling very heavy, weighed down by the water. The smell of chlorine felt fresh. He didn't want to head home, but it was already dark.
Walking over to fetch his towel, he almost slipped and fell on his butt.
But someone caught him from behind.
He pushed away from the person and stood up straight, looking over his shoulder to find manes of red hair.
He turned around the find the same man from before.
"You're welcome," the redhead grinned even though Roxas never said a thank you. "So, I guess this is a good way to start a bond. What's your name?"
Roxas frowned, feeling very hostile towards the man. "Excuse me? What bond? Mister, I'm not interested in you."
"Ah, but I am interested in you. And it would make my day to know your name. My name's Axel. Axel Lambardia," the redhead kept grinning.
Roxas shook his head, not having any desire to exchange another word with the stranger.
The redhead suddenly grabbed the blond by the wrist and pulled him close. Then, he whispered, "You know, Roxas. I love you. No, I more than love you."
"What the…" Roxas's eyes widened. "Let go of me!" he struggled.
Axel smirked even more darkly, wrapping his arms around the blond's waist, embracing him from behind. He breathed against Roxas' neck and kisses the back of the boy's neck. "So delicious—always so delicious. I can take you right here and right now, Roxas."
Roxas moaned softly…. Somehow liking it, much to his own dismay. "Let go of me!"
"Ah, but your body says otherwise. You want me," the stranger whispered.
"I don't! I don't even know who you are! I said, let go!" Roxas struggled to get away.
Then, suddenly everything went dark as the man bit down on the soft flesh of his neck and shoulder junction. His eyes closed involuntarily and he fell unconscious.
"Good night, Roxas."
-xoxo-
The memories were slowly coming back to the Puppeteer. The reasons… answers…
The dead marionettes came to life, covered in blood, drenched in thick red liquid.
Those marionettes danced eerily, eyes blank, filled with death.
The Puppeteer was sleeping very peacefully. Letting his marionettes be.
He let the memories overwhelm him.
He relished in the memories, reliving them.
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He prepared himself the next day. Having read books and found out all the information he needed, he tried to calm himself down.
His penis had to be flaccid.
So that meant that his mind shouldn't wander to Axel because the thought of Axel aroused him which would cause blood to flow into his penis.
He walked over, carrying a small, sharp knife. Sterilizing the knife with alcohol and heating it over fire, he put everything he needed on his bed.
Then, he crawled up his bed, making sure beforehand that his door was locked, that there would be no interruptions. He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, and taking in a deep breath. Then, he sat up a bit to slide his pants and panties down his thighs, all the way out. Afterward, he placed his pants and panties beside him.
Just to make sure everything was perfect, he took the knife and stood up to burn it again until it was hot then crawled back up to bed.
He pursed his lips together.
This is it… no turning back… I want to find happiness—with Axel.
He whimpered a bit, gripping the knife handle as if hanging on his life itself. If it went wrong, he would die… if it was successful then there was nothing to worry about anymore.
There was a moment of hesitation before he finally did it, slowly cutting through his limp member. He whimpered. Even though there was no blood flowing through it, it still hurt like tomorrow. He poured alcohol all over his length to numb the pain, feeling the coldness and numbness overwhelming him.
Tears rolled down his cheeks. Sobbing silently, he kept cutting and cutting…
Trembling because of the pain…
But still cutting…
And cutting…
He wanted everything to be over soon.
He reached over to grab a towel and stuff it into his mouth.
His screams and cries were muffled by the towel.
He bit down hard on the piece of cloth, tears kept streaming out endlessly because of the overwhelming pain.
Little drops of blood started trickling down, oozing out of the wounds.
He made sure everything was clean.
He wished he had used a bigger knife and just took his penis off in one chop. He shouldn't have used a small knife.
Then, it was all over as he panted and whimpered and cried.
His consciousness started going in and out.
His vision was blurry.
Cold sweat covered his forehead and his body.
Weakly, he looked over to see his penis lying on his bed, separated from his body.
Finally…
He was finally a she…
Now… he just… needed to make a couple of adjustments to his genitals…
Before he completely fall unconscious…
For Axel…
Everything was for Axel…
-xoxo-
So, people will either. 1) Run away because of the scene at the end. 2) Throw stones at me because of this chapter. 3) Leave and never read this anymore because it has scarred them for life. 4) Get more interested and want me to update. 5) get annoyed by me and decided to say nothing at all. 8D Either category you're in, do tell me what you think. It makes me happy, it keeps me motivated. It makes my day. It's a mutual feeling! xD All you shy favers and alerters out there, give a comment or two~! 8D –ish shot- I love you all.
