Now it's time to get on with the REAL story shall we!
I get bored waaaaay too easily.
R&R BIZNATCHES! Such a fun word...
Aphrodite stared at her computer screen, mumbling something about Sora going hetero on us and how she was going to murder J.K. Rowling with a sledgehammer for putting Harry with Ginny instead of Draco.
I mean, damn it all! I give the orders about who fucks who! And they're supposed to be males. Jeez. I mean, who dares NOT put together two guys who make one of the hottest pairs like ever after all the trouble I WENT THROUGH to steal cupid's arrows! Hmmmm?
Zeus glanced over at her and tapped on her shoulder, practically purring in her ear.
"My dear, is everything alright? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Can't you see I'm FUMING here! Don't you try to seduce me whilst I'm FUCKING FUMING MY FANGIRL HEAD OFF!"
And with that, Aphrodite burst into tears.
Zeus, having no idea what the hell to do in this sort of situation, ran for the hills. Quite literally.
And somehow managed to leave a trail of poppies behind him. It is assumed that this is because he was trying to lure Goddess of Fangirlism into his lair.
He failed. He failed in a very spectacular way, for all she did was set all the flowers on fire.
But then her eyes brightened, her lips curled into a devilish little smirk, her red hair seeming to blaze and it is even possible that she might have grown tiny little horns on the top of her perfect little head.
She had gotten an idea.
The Goddess of Fangirlism was going to marry off her two most favoritest Kingdom Hearts characters.
Her heart practically burst from imagining them together. In CG. All those gorgeous, soft, red spikes sizzling into one of those delectable nipples as the beautifully carved, creamy face under those spikes used its full, red lips to-
Oh squee. Marvelous squee!
Mmm, and flipping it around. The cold, piercing eyes underneath those long, dark eyelashes- creating a bittersweet penetrating gaze slithering into the very soul of the long, lanky body shuddering underneath him. His chocolate hair falling in cascades, for he'd surly grow it out, around the pale and vulnerable neck just inches away.
Oh yes, Leon and Axel were simply a match made in heaven.
No pun intended.