Author Note:

Its been pointed out. I'm sorry to those who find me stupid.

Zexion is indeed number six.
I'm sorry I fucked that up. And I'm tired of my 'x's so…they're out. I'm sorry if you don't like cussing, but I find that these people probably would do that often. I mean come on, look at their lives or lack there of.

Anyway, I'm very sorry for my mistakes and annoying issues.

But enough of that. I hope you like this chapter.

--W—

It was absolutely discusting. There were cobblestone paths, yes. But, other than that, all you saw were flowers, arbors and more flowers. Flowers, flowers, flowers. Why did they need so many flowers? Let alone want them? Ugh.

Plucking a white rose, the furiously confused Pyro twirled it around with his fingertips. He watched his blood cover the stem in a light red sheen as the thorns poked at his skin.

"Axel?"

"What?" Marluxia walked over, frowning.

"I don't think I have ever seen you out here."

"I don't normally come here," Axel replied pointedly. Turning back to the rose, he tossed it away and walked down the walkway. By now he had no idea where he was going. Footsteps noted he was followed.

"Well obviously. So, why ware ya' out here," He inquired, obviously ignorant.

"Well. I'm only being mocked, humiliated, and called gay. But, other than that, I'm peachy keen."

"Oh, 'cause you had sex with Demyx?"

"YES!" Axel spun on his heel, staring about an inch from the Gardener. "Yes. Okay? I did. I'm not gay. I don't like the kid, he's annoying, and I hate him. I let him stay with me because someone decided to fuck with his door, and so he came to my room. I let him stay, I wake up and he's just there! Okay? Can I live this down? No. No one will let me. They don't mind it was him. Oh no. We all kind of guess he was gay. But oh look! Axel's gay? No way! He's a fucking fag and I'm just about ready to shoot myself, okay? Leave me the fuck alone!"

"…Well. That was productive," Marluxia mused, tapping his chin and tossing his head so hair fell over his shoulder. "Sorry Demyx. Didn't turn out like I'd planned." He shrugged, turning and loping off down another path. Axel stared at a slightly shocked Nine.

"Oh wonderful. Just great," Axel laughed sarcastically, tossing his arms into the air and staring at the sky. "You know what?" He looked down at the now rather teary blond who still looked rather shocked. "You know what? Just leave. Just go and do some hobby of yours that'll take up your time and brood over my delima. First, I'm mocked for my water phobia." He took a step, hands sparking. Demyx yelped. He knew what that meant, and he didn't enjoy it. "Then, you decide to jump me." They took another step back or forward, like a dance. A rather horrible dance. Imediantly one of the spinning Chakarams Axel fought with simmered and sparked, being swung slightly. The redhead stood all the way up, swinging his hand. "And then you follow me around. I should just end it." He slung his arm back, snarling as his wrist was caught.

"I don't believe," a low, familiar voice drawled, tilting the thin hand backwards. The weapon fell to the ground as Axel gasped, falling to his knees and bent backwards slightly. "You want to do that, Eight, because I have a mission for you. Both of you."

Axel looked upside down at his superior.

"I really, really so very hate you."

"I know. That's why I'm thriving. Anyway," Xemnas shrugged, bending Axel's arm the opposite direction making the taller man cry out. Demyx yelped, reaching out a bit but recoiled, looking at Xemnas.

"What is it?"

"Ow, damnit, let go."

Ignoring Axel completely, Xemnas smiled happily. "I would like the Triton."

"Oh hell no."

"From Atlantica," Demyx peeped, brightening slightly. "Like, the world?"

"Well obviously."

"Oh hell no! I'm not going." Axel snapped, now fallen into a sprawled position on his stomach, one arm behind his back and Xemnas setting a knee on his back.

"Yes. You both have been assigned this task." Getting up, Xemnas clapped his hands together, then rested them behind his head. "Now go change and go. I'm impatient."

"Sure." Demyx was gone in a moment, and Axel got on all fours, coughing lightly.

"And you, Eight, will be going. Like it or not. I find it…counterproductive. I rather like that."

"Fuck off."

--W—

Clad in cloaks, the two men stood at the edge of their world, Axel a few feet away from the other. Demyx sighed.

"Axel, I'm sor—"

"Shut up. Just…shut up. I want this over with as soon as possible." Axel rolled his eyes and pulled up his hood. "Now come on."

"…Cloaks wont make a difference," Nine mumbled, following Axel through a portal.

--W—

Everything made him flinch. Axel was scared to death. Surrounded. Water was everywhere. It went on for miles, and miles more. This place was hell.

And then they added the fucking tail. A tail. A shirtless form, in water, no legs and a tail? A fin. What the hell.

"I hate this place."

"Oh relax. It's warm here."

"I hate it here." Green eyes glared at the blond, the now half blue fish-like person floated around. Groaning, he looked down, waving the violently bright red fin he'd been given.

One, He couldn't use his fire, only his weapons. Two. It was WATER. He was nearly vibrating with horror. Demyx frowned lightly, but turned, taking off in a random direction. Axel panicked.

"Where are you going," he squeaked, trying helplessly to figure out how to move. "Damnit, HEY!"

"Just kick your tail."

"How the hell do I do that? I don't have legs!"

"Oh, god do I have to do every…thing…" They faced off, Axel flailing his arms to move away. "You'll get tired like that. You look disabled."

"Just tell me how to move."

"Flick your ta—"

"I know. How?"

"Kick."

"I don't have legs."

"Oh my god." Demyx swam over and grabbed the end of Axel's tail. "Kick, retard." He waved it up and down.

"Get off me."

"I'm not going to do anything!" He blinked and flew backwards a bit, opening his mouth and running a finger over his teeth, pulling back a bloody finger. "Ow! The hell's that for?"

"Hey look, I kicked."

Again they faced off before Axel turned, swimming awkwardly towards the shiny castle. Demyx coughed, watching his own blood float around before him before paddling off.

At least Axel was kind enough not to knock out his teeth.

Watching Axel gather the ability to swim in a straight line, Demyx frowned. He, Axel and Roxas had been rather close…before Roxas left. He tried to patch things up with Axel...

"I guess Fire and Ice need a moderator…"

Swimming slowly, he ran everything that had happened in the past weeks, months, since Roxas had left. Axel seemed to have lost a brother; acting like he'd died. And now with Sora back in action…he sort of did.