AN: This was something I randomly started, then got stuck like whoa, then actually finished rather quickly...
Dedicated to MaraudersForPresident, who, indirectly, was the one who got me to finish this. (Hi, sempai! xD)
Disclaimer: These characters all belong to Square-Enix, who most likely would never do something like this to 'em.
Contains vauge DemyxZexion and stronger AxelRoxas, but actually rated for Axel's language. xD
Techno-Antipathy
Demyx eyed the cell phone, then looked over at Zexion. "Are you sure that it's okay to use this?"
"Of course it is," the other boy responded, flipping through a packet of papers.
"...it's orange. Orange."
Zexion kept flipping. Until the papers went flying out of his hands. "Hey! I was reading that!"
"See? Orange," Demyx said, looping the arm with the phone around his superior's shoulders so it was stuck into his face and holding the papers as far up as he could so that Zexy couldn't get them back, nope...
Zexion blinked at the plastic object centimeters from his face. "I-- ...it actually is orange."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" The blond gave him a weak Look
"I thought that you meant it was designed to be orange," Zexion said, taking the cell phone from Demyx to investigate it closer. Interesting thing, really. "That would look a little odd in comparison to the rest of this place, but dangerous? I doubt it. Although, you never know here."
"Except it's kind of glowing... Axel!"
The tactician rose an eyebrow. "Oh? What did he do now?"
"This!" Demyx said, detaching himself and pointing at the phone while suddenly appearing to become very interested in the air four feet to the side. "I kinda... broke his TV--don't give me that look, I didn't know the puddle would spread that far!-- and he wasn't happy. Besides, it looks like fire! A little..."
"...you broke his TV by way of puddles?" Zexion paused. "Actually, I don't want to know. Though, you could very well be right. Roxas is surprisingly talented at locating high-level technology and Axel would be more than willing to, ah, make it worth his while."
"You know it," Axel himself said, walking into the hallway carrying a pile of comic books and gaming magazines, smirking gleefully the whole time.
Demyx's eyes grew wide and he yanked the cell phone from Zexion into Axel's hands. "Justtakeitnow!"
"...I hope it doesn't explode," Zexion murmured, absently noting how the glow was growing at once more intense and erratic.
"...what are you doing?" Roxas drawled, sticking his head out of a nearby doorway. "And without me around to enjoy it? How sad."
Axel perked up even more--if that was possible--and gestured to the books saying, "Roxas! I found these and they reminded me of you, what a shock, and--"
The phone, which he was still holding, exploded.
Numbers VI, VIII, IX, and XIII stared at the lingering smoke and ash that covered Axel's hand, along with maybe a third of the wall and some of the floor.
"...damn," Axel muttered, all too familiar with the aftereffects of explosions.
...I swear I'm not on anything. Just sleep deprived, at worst.
And about the title? The phone hates them. xD