Fire Wolf, Water Guardian
By UltimatePalmTree
Chapter I
The Beginning of All Things
Demyx fell forwards onto his knees, a look of extreme pain on his face as he did. He was covered in sweat from all the strain, but he wasn't going to give up.
He started the riff of the song again and continued to sing at the top of his lungs, forcing the words out of his throat, giving anyone who might have been listening the impression that he was attempting to give himself laryngitis. "Are you breathin', no? Do the wicked see you! You still breathin', you're makin' me known…"
Demyx leapt up off his feet abruptly, trying to make it a smooth transition from kneeling to standing on the table in the library he was using for his temporary stage. However, Demyx overshot the leap, and landed with his boots hanging a few inches off of the table's edge. The young Organization XIII member yelled abruptly as he stopped strumming and started wind milling his arms rapidly so as to keep his balance.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
The blonde young man fell onto his back onto the smooth, shiny tiles of the floor of the library.
There was a moment's silence before he yelled, "OW!" loudly. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it had hurt nonetheless.
Demyx rubbed the back of his head with his right hand and sat up slowly. His obnoxiously blue sitar was lying across his stomach, amazingly not touched by the impact. He expected its neck to have snapped in the process of falling, but he guessed that most of the energy had gone through him, leaving his sitar untouched. Either way, he was in pain.
"Demyx?"
The Melodious Nocturne jumped nearly a foot in the air and immediately leapt up to his feet, despite the fact he was still in pain and was beginning to feel lightheaded from all the blood rushing to his feet to level it all out. What the heck was he doing here? Demyx thought Axel was back downstairs, reading some book or something. He thought it would be safe to practice for his gigs in the library. It was quiet, had a nice sound to it, and the walls were fairly sound-proof. Plus, he could do numerous stunts on the tops of bookcases, tables, the balcony and various other places. He didn't quite feel like doing any stunts as of now, but it was good to know they could be done.
"You in here, Demyx?" Axel called. The sound of slow footsteps from outside the slightly ajar door came in.
"Yeah…" Demyx said. He decided it was best to omit the whole falling off of the library table thing for the benefit of his health. "In the library,"
Some kind of sarcastic comment came through the door, barely audible. "Wow, he's reading something… I had no idea he could do that," The sound of footsteps came close to the door before stopping entirely. Then, the white and gold door creaked open slightly and in stepped…
…a wolf.
Demyx's expression turned into a confused one immediately. A wolf. A big wolf. It probably would've reached up to Demyx's hips easily. And that was the measurement at its shoulders. Despite its unnatural size, it was quite thin and Demyx had a feeling that if he had the urge to pet the wolf, he'd be able to feel his ribcage underneath all the fiery red fur. The head of the wolf was normal enough: red fur like the rest of the body, a faint ring of white around the eyes, and a pair of green markings underneath each eye. A massive mane of red fur accumulated from the top of his head to the space between his shoulder blades and went around the neck in a semi-circle.
Demyx raised his eyebrows incredulously and his jaw slackened slightly. This gave him a slightly dazed look that the wolf did not appreciate. "Dammit, Demyx! Don't just stand there! We're in a fricking library, so start searching for the cure!"
"Axel?" Demyx asked, kneeling down so he could look the wolf in the eyes—green, by the way—and cocked his head, "That is you, right?"
If a wolf could have expressed a sarcastic look on its face, Axel did just then. "No, I'm Santa Claus! Now go!"
Demyx still didn't move. Unless you count the fact he got up from his kneeling position and said, "Can I ride you?"
"No! You can't ride me!"
Demyx cocked his head again. "You let Marluxia ride you. So why not me?"
If a wolf could've gone pale right then, he would have. "Marluxia is different," he growled, bearing the rows of ivory teeth lining his wolf snout, "You are just flat out annoying,"
Demyx finally began to walk off in the other direction, skimming the spines of the multi-colored books lining the library bookcases. He rounded the corner, Axel right on his tail.
Perhaps Axel's predicament better be explained in further detail. It had started out as any other normal day had usually started out for the pyromaniac: waking up, telling Demyx to get out of his room, go downstairs, eat something and then he'd play it by ear from there. Turns out that today's playing by ear involved Axel finding a note taped to the fridge door. Because Axel's mind was not at its best in the morning (especially when Demyx had been in his room again, playing his sitar insanely), he had to read it several times for the message to sink in.
Or, maybe the reason it didn't sink in was because of what it said…
Axel:
The eleven of us had a vote, and decided that we should leave
both you and Demyx to watch the castle while we go on our
vacation. I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not.
XOXO,
LarxeneLet's see… 'you and Demyx', 'watch the castle', 'go on vacation'…
He was gonna kill Larxene when she came back.
So, for the time being, he decided to ignore Demyx until he could find a nice long length of rope, a chair and some oily rags. He tossed the note aside, and looked through the fridge. He noted that Luxord's poker group hadn't quite finished their drink supply, so Axel shrugged and decided to take one and get himself more awake.
He just happened to pick out a glass bottle with a white Post-it note on it.
Do not drink this. You will die.
Not from this, but you will die.
--Zexion
Geez, what was with the Post-it notes? First Larxene, then Zexion…
He took a look at the liquid in the glass bottle. It looked fine, like any other drink he could've picked out from the fridge. He looked at the Post-it note and ripped it off, crumpling it up as he did with the first one. Mistake number thirty-three was that he drank the liquid in the bottle. A few painful minutes later, Axel woke up with a long red tail and a snout full of teeth.
At that point, he heard Demyx yell "OW!" and decided to see what Demyx could do.
If the completely incompetent little musician could do anything right…
The moon was rising when Demyx had finally fallen asleep, head buried in a massive leather tome and drooling. Axel, who was sitting down on the floor next to him, shook his head. I knew he wouldn't get through that… Imbecile… Then he remembered his teeth and decided to apply them to the hand that was hanging down from the edge of the table.
"What was that for!" Demyx yelled, rubbing his hands. Axel had pretty much torn off the black glove protecting his hand in his attack.
"What do you think?" Axel asked cynically. "Did you find anything?"
Demyx shook his head. "Nothing. Who did you say wrote the note?"
"Zexion,"
"Doesn't surprise me. Anyway, I was thinking," Axel snorted. Demyx? Think? What was this world coming to? "I was thinking that if we could track down Zexion, he'd tell us something about it,"
"If you can pry it out of his system," Axel rolled his eyes.
"So," Demyx continued, ignoring Axel's sarcastic comments, "we can get Zexy to spill and all will be right with the world! You and me, we'll travel all the worlds if we have to!"
Axel's eyes widened. Him… and Demyx… Traveling the worlds to get to Zexion. Just to get to Zexion.
If a wolf could've screamed, Axel would have been doing so.
Author's Notes:
Um, yah… 'Tis Wolf!Axel chapter one. I've had this idea in my head for so long. I just think Axel sounds like a wolf when he snarls, "Two!" at the beginning… That's when Inspiration bit again.
So, umm… Read and review? I do like multi-chapter crackfics… I've already done another for FMA (Tabula Rasa) and this is my second. I'm such an idiot for trying to juggle three stories at one time…
But, I hope you like, 'cause I like the idea of a wolfy Axel… (hugs said pyro wolf) I do not own the pyromaniac known as Axel and the water maniac known as Demyx. I own anything not from KH. Period. If I did, Axel would've been a wolf shapeshifter… XD I also don't own Voices, by Disturbed. It was the song Demy was singing. For some odd reason, I can picture him singing this… OO;