(So yeah. As you can see, I really enjoy writing Axel as the psychopathic bastard that, despite being glossed over by fangirls, he kindofsortof totally is. Jeez. I mean, Christ, you guys, he basically fucks over the whole Organization for TWO GAMES. (Plus 358, but that game=dead to me.)
So anyways, yeah. Heavy chapter. That's...all I can say. Except for one more thing.
You think things are bad now?
They're gonna get worse.
Don't own KH, dedicated to my Pokemon because they're awesome.)
Axel stormed down the hallway, trembling with fury as flames seemed to light him up from the inside, sparking a raging fire that was all too happy to catch Zexion in the blaze. All he could focus on was the little girl he'd come to care about laying sobbing on the floor, innocence torn away by that bastard.
He stopped in front of their door and waited. He would bring Zexion out, and once he was done, he'd take Yaya as far away as possible. They'd go with Roxas, obviously, and...he sighed. Isa wouldn't come with them; he loved that monstrous motherfucker too much. He'd come back for him later. All he knew is that something had been destroyed, and now he was going to destroy someone.
Senayax had cuddled close to Zexion as soon as he'd stripped the sheets, throwing them as far away as he possibly could before he wrapped the blanket over the both of them. Then he heard someone knock, and he sighed. Shrugging his coat on, he headed to open the door.
Axel stood in front of him, and the incredibly vicious glance he pinned him with was deadly serious. Zexion swallowed, but stood his ground. "Axel." He greeted the Nobody, bowing his head slightly. Axel merely watched him for a moment, before narrowing his eyes.
"You raped her." He said quietly, voice flat and slicked with venom. "You took our Yaya, and you raped her."
Zexion's eyes widened as he shuddered. "Axel, it wasn't like that! For god's sake, why would I do that-" Axel snarled.
"Because you're Xemnas's dog, that's why. He tells you to rape a little girl, and you just nod and say okay? You fucking ruined her!" He screamed. Zexion snarled, and slammed a closed fist against the door as he faced Axel.
"It wasn't rape. Xemnas told me to do it, but it wasn't rape." He said, voice hushed and dark. Axel laughed darkly.
"Really? So fucking little girls isn't rape now?" He spat, enjoying the pain etched into Zexion's face. Then he inhaled, clutching the doorframe for support.
"She loves me. I didn't hurt her. I would never. Xemnas told me to do it, but that wasn't the point-"
Axel took Eternal Flames and slammed the spires into the wall, pinning him against the wall between two of the spikes. "You raped her, and you think you didn't hurt her? Are you a fucking idiot? YOU RAPED A LITTLE GIRL, IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED, ZEXION!" He roared. Zexion finally snapped and tore Eternal Flames from pinning him. He decked Axel, feeling the impact and ignoring the slight sting from his burning skin.
"I DID IT SO SHE WOULDN'T FUCKING TAKE IT FROM ANY OF YOU!" He screamed, as his whole body shuddered with pain. "I kept her safe. It was either this, Axel, or someone else would have. Xemnas wasn't going to go back on his plan, and if I hadn't...he would have. Or someone else, god only knows who he'd ask to tear themselves in two." He said, shaking his head to clear that thought away.
"At least I'll take care of her. At least I love her, and at least she still loves me. Do you know how lucky I feel right now, just because she didn't push me away this morning? So fuck you, Axel." Zexion whispered venomously. "It's damn easy for you to condemn me, but at least I cared enough to hold her after it was over." He spat. Axel snorted disdainfully.
"But you couldn't just say no, could you? You say it's because you 'care' about her, but face it, Zexion, you've wanted to fuck her from the word 'go', and finally, lucky you, Xemnas asked you to do it, and you could hide behind your notions of duty while you fucked her senseless." He spat, watching the younger boy shudder in pain. His rage ignored it, forcing him to press on, savoring his agony.
"Did she cry, Zexion?" He purred. Zexion didn't answer, still shuddering. Axel laughed darkly. "Did you enjoy taking away the only innocence she had left, tearing it away so you could finally get something other than your goddamn hand for once?" Zexion was still quiet, merely shaking his head and mouthing, 'no' over and over. Axel snarled.
"That's all this damn 'order' was about, wasn't it, being able to finally touch her while she cried? Was it just like your fantasies, Zexion? Did she taste good? Was it worth ravaging her innocence?" He snarled, spitting the words out of his mouth like they were poison. Zexion hissed, finally looking up to snarl back.
"In case you haven't noticed, Axel, you've got a fifteen-year-old boy warming your bed. And you condemn me? For what? Keeping her safe? At least I had a reason to have sex with her, unlike you! You didn't seem to care about Roxas' innocence when you were fucking him senseless!" He roared. Axel snarled.
"Don't fucking start with me! I love Roxas, and at least he understood what he was goddamn getting into!" Axel screamed. "She didn't even know!" Zexion paused. After a second, he suddenly laughed, very little humor resounding through it.
"Well, now she does." He muttered darkly. Axel narrowed his eyes, but Zexion continued on. "None of you could've saved her. There was no way out of this. It was to get our hearts back, and no one would refuse Xemnas, after all. No one would let our dream of hearts get snatched away." He murmured, all of his emotion drained from his voice. Axel snarled.
"Yes, we would have. We would've said no, and we would've found another way." He hissed. Zexion simply looked up at him, and the haunted, tortured look in his eyes actually gave Axel pause.
"We'll never know now, will we?" He said quietly.
Zexion shut the door and looked back at Senayax, who had been listening the entire time.
Her eyes were filled with tears and he could see her hunched with pain, her tortured expression hurting him as much as a knife to the chest might. He walked towards the bed, unsure of what to say.
She watched him with haunted eyes. Shame and humiliation resounded in them, and as he came closer, she skittered away from him, tears dripping down her face. Zexion fought back the urge to scream, knowing it wouldn't get him anywhere. "Senayax." He whispered softly. She continued to cry. He bit back a wail of pain.
"Yaya, please." He begged, reaching out his hand to pull her close. She shuddered.
"M'not beautiful." She whispered, shame coloring her words. "M'just filth. M'nothin'... I'mma real Nobody, through an' through." She said softly. He moaned with agony. She shuddered with small hiccupping sobs, each as pitiful as the one before it. They were so shrill and so agonized that the mere sound of her drawing breath for another made Zexion want to claw at the sheets. He reached a shaking hand out to touch her.
"Senayax, please. You're so beautiful. So very, very beautiful." He said. He stroked her hair gently, delicately playing with the strands. He gasped softly with realization as he saw the sadness in her eyes. "Oh, Yaya, sweetheart..." He shook his head. "Axel was angry with me, not you. I'm sure he still loves you." He paused, and their eyes met. She blinked in surprise, watching him. He laughed, stroking her hair.
"Senayax, I still love you too. Okay? Don't be worried about that. No matter what happens, I'll always love you." He murmured. She looked up at him and smlied. It was another of her dazzling, brilliant sun-smiles, and he moaned with relief and happiness, cuddling her as close to his body as he could. "It'll be okay, Yaya." He whispered softly. "I love you so much. We'll get through this." She nodded weakly, exhausted.
"I trust you, Zexion..." She mumbled, sighing with happiness before she fell asleep. Zexion listened to her breathe, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep now. He shuddered, thinking of what Axel had said. He hadn't wanted to do it. But yes, some part of him had wanted her desperately. He looked down at her as she slept, and the serene look on her face managed to soothe his doubts.
The only thing left for him to worry about was what everyone else would think.
