Recognition
By: BlackLadyCharon
Author's Notes: 90 word drabble written on the spur of the moment. I may or may not work it into a larger fic I've been planning with Axel, but here it is, such as it is.
Kalliope the Mewthree: Authoress-Mama doesn't own Square Enix or Kingdom Hearts one, two, and Chain of Memories. She does have the games, but they aren't her creation.
He stared into the fire, still trying to comprehend the visions of destruction he'd seen. Then behind him, mocking clapping started.
"Axel, all right. Fight fight fight!" Came from the black hooded figure as it advanced, still clapping. Axel tensed.
"Who are you?" A sense of the figure grinning.
"Talk about blank with a capital 'B'." He flicked the hood back, malicious grin widening at the horrified look on the young pyromancer's face, never reaching his dead green eyes.
"I'm you. Number Eight of Organization Thirteen, Axel. Got it memorized?"
Fin
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