Disclaim: I don't own KHII. Trust me.
A/N: The eigth slug of plutonium added to the bomb dropped on Nagasaki, Axel, mah main man. Just another crazy teenager with his own apartment...and a criminal record. Hence the name, Smooth Criminal.
Enjoi,
-Ethe
.:Smooth Criminal:.
Monday, Nov. 13, 2006. 5:18 PM.
My breathing was quicker than usual. This always happened right before a job. Adrenaline started running, heart beat flew out of control...and I loved it.
I eyed the blond man next to me, playing his guitar. Probably for some extra money...Hmm, he'd never change...
I looked across the street where my DVD player was hiding. I looked up and down the busy lane and crossed when it was safe, and casually entered the store. I scanned up and down the small store and almost looked over the box I was going to get at the back of the store to the left. I walked up to it, and examined it gracefully by picking it up and seeing how heavy it was...and how hard it would be to run with it...
I soon made my decision, and glanced back at the monstrous, ugly looking old geezer at the cash register. I should've really just given myself a challenge this time, honestly. Looked back at the DVD player box, I tucked it underneath one arm, glancing back at the cashier, hearing him say "Ten eighty." to some dude with silly blue hair. I almost laughed, and before I could even decide what to do, my legs were taking my toward the exit, and I lightly bumped the blue-haired guy. The alarm sounded off and I was out the door and dodging traffic, when I noticed the old cashier actually giving chase to me. "You fucking snot-nose bastard, get back here!" He yelled out after me. I just laughed again, generally picking up speed and heading into an alley.
I suddenly skid to a stop when I realized I had gone down a dead-end alley.
I turned around to see the huffing cashier in front of me and I clutched tighter around the box. I eyed him and almost cringed when he came closer. A sudden ear-splitting clang and the thud of the cashier to the ground made me look up at the same blond haired man on the street playing his now shattered guitar. "Demyx, you'll never change." "I need that thing just as much as you do. Now come on." He said, already beginning to run down the lane toward our small projects a few blocks away. I jumped over the cashier and darted after him with the box still in hand.
Once we got back into the house, Demyx tiredly dropped onto the couch, breathing raggedly. I slammed the door shut and wedged up against it, not breathing normally myself...I slid down to the floor, and tried to calm my racing heart. Running was never as easy as it used to be. Once I thought I was normal, I got up, set the box down, and lightly slapped Demyx a couple times to wake him up. He groaned, and rubbed his cheek. "Demyx, wake it, you gotta go sell this thing." I said, sitting on the couch next to him.
"Later." He said, already beginning to fall asleep. "You do want the smack, don't you?" I asked, watching as he nodded. "WELL THEN GOT OFF YOUR ASS AND GO GET THE MONEY! I GET, you SELL, WE GO GET SMACK! That's how it's worked for three years, now go!" "Alright, alright! God Axel, ya junkie." He flipped over and sat up tiredly. He yawned, standing up and stretching, then losing his balance and falling on the couch again. He groaned and held his head. "A-are you okay?" "I'll be fine. I'll just go sell the thing...how much?" "Right around twenty bucks. Should I go with you?" "I can handle it. I just got up too fast, that's all." He got off the couch slowly and yawned again.
-End-
A/N: Cookies for those who can name the band who wrote the chapter title's song! This one shouldn't be hard at all. But I'm talking about the group the REMADE the song, not the guy who originally did it.
Hmm...Axel's story turned out to be shorter than I thought it would...oh well. I hope no one really cares that the lengths keep fluctuating...
