Ok. I read this story called 'Super-Sized' and it made me want to right my own CrackFic. So. Here it is. It'll be as many chapters as I want it to be. Thanks for viewing.
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Story: Family Dollar.
Chapter: 1 out of ?
Main Characters in said Chapter: Axel from Kingdom Hearts II
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Disclaimer: I do not own Axel, Vincent, Cloud, Dante, or Vergil. They belong to their highly respected artists.
Copyrightations: I own the character Takara. She is indeed my role play character.
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'Price check on prune juice, Bob. Price check on prune juice.' Axel thought to himself while he stacked a shelf full of paper towels. This job sucked. Why couldn't he get that cool job that everyone else seemed to have? High and mighty Vincent and pretty boy Dante at Hot Topic. Emo-hair-gel-boy, Cloud at the go cart place. Vergil just getting a final interview for helping out with the coroner peoples. Ok. Well. Helping a coroner wasn't exactly Axel's dream job. But, It's at least-- Ok. No. Not at all. Working at the local Family Dollar is way better than cleaning up dead folks. But, jeez. Even his little sister had a better job than he did. Takara worked at Victoria's Secret, which sorta gave him an excuse to give a visit, wink wink. Even if Victoria's Secret really didn't hire guys unless they prove to be a totally and completely pansified gay guy, It'd still be a nice place to work. But nope. Family Dollar was where he was.
He took a look at his watch. Ha. Off in ten minutes. He could be rid of this ridiculous Family Dollar lanyard, this idiot red visor (That totally ruined his hair by the way.), this stupid name tag and this obnoxiously required work shirt. An all black t-shirt, with a tiny Family Dollar logo on the left half of his chest, a stupid red and white collar, and white stripes along the hems of his t-shirty sleeves. Was 't-shirty' even a word? Oh well. Not like it matters. Ten minutes and he could speed home on his motorcycle, and change out of these uncomfortable clothes. Ten minutes. Hm. Did he still have to finish shelving this box of paper towels-- Wait. Whoa. He'd already finished. Nice. His thought process had distracted him, but he'd kept working. Nice.
He leaned down, grabbed the now-empty box and headed off down the aisle. He took a sharp right and walked straight to the back of the store, into the backroom, out the back door, to the dumpster and tossed the box in. He walked back inside and look at the clock. Eh. Still eight minutes. He headed out of the backroom and up to the front of the store. He looked around, wondering if there was anything that he was supposed to do, and that could actually be done in-- He checked his watch-- seven and a half minutes. He frowned. Did time have to take so long? He watched his watch impatiently. Ah-HA! Seven minutes. He smiled triumphantly. He looked back up from his watch. Maybe if he punched out a few minutes early, no one would notice. He turned to go back to the backroom--
"Excuse me, Sir." a young women's voice broke his concentration. Damnit. He turned back around, muffling a sigh. He smiled brightly.
"Yes, Ma'am. how may I help you this fine day?" he asked cheaply, still upset with her for ruining his plan. She looked up at him. Her cheeks turned a pale shade of red, noticing his good looks. He sighed. Some days will never end. He had to be sexy today too? Though, Being sexy was never a problem, but having girls fangirl over him while he was trying to leave early--
"Um. Yes. I was looking for small indoor rugs. Do you, By chance, have any?" she asked, looking toward the floor. He pointed towards the back wall.
"Go down aisle two, straight back to the wall. They'll be right there." he said with a slightly forced smile. Come on. A cool job. That's all he asked, well, begged for. He looked toward his watch. Five and a half minutes. Eh. He could help the girl. "Follow me, Ma'am." he said politely, turned on his heel and took a few steps. He turned left, around this small stand that had some clothing items on it. The girl paused and then followed him. He kept walking straight until his pivoted on his right heel and started down aisle two. He walked straight back to the wall. Pivoted once more, held out his arm, showing off their rug selection. "Our rugs, Ma'am. If you find one you like just bring it up to my friend at the cash register and he'll ring you up." he nodded. The girl nodded, still quite red from blushing.
Axel looked down at his watch. Four and half minutes. Oh. Come on. Damn watch must be broken. It's going too slow. He walked away from the girl, who was already looking through the rugs. He walked into the backroom, removed his visor, messed with his hair until it laid how it was supposed to and then looked to the wall on his right.
Ah. The punch out machine. Perfect time of the day. He walked over to it, grabbed his time card out of slot number nine, stuck it in the machine, and upon hearing the wonderful 'punching-a-hole-in-his-time-card' noise, pulled it back out, and stuck it back in his slot. Ah. Freedom. But. He was still here. Talk about putting a damper on a good thought. He gave a slight laugh at himself, grabbed his visor and walked out the back door. He looked to his left. Salvation. He turned, and walked over to his motorbike. A Dyna Wide Glide, customly painted black with red-yellow flames. He loved it. He swung his right leg over it and sat down. Getting more comfortable, he stuck the key in the ignition. With a twist of his wrist, the wonderful noise from his bike filled the back ally way. He paused, listening. A smile crossed his face. Bliss. Anyway. He leaned forward slightly and put his right hand on the right handle. He kicked up the kickstand, and regained his balance. He turned to the left, no one coming. He turned to the right, no one coming. He slowly backed out. Now facing what was once his right, he revved his engine and took off down the alley. His co-workers now realized he'd gone.
At the end of the alleyway, he took a right and regained his lovely speed. On a side note, He had to pick up his sister before he could return home or else she'd beat him with something. Something being heavy, blunt and very painful to the skull. Oy. Don't need any brain damage now. Well. Any more anyway.
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"Thank you, Ma'am. Visit again soon." a kind toned woman's voice recited like she said it everyday. Ok. Well. She did say it everyday, but that wasn't the point. Was it? Whatever. The woman attached to the voice handed her customer a bag. The bag had a nifty 'Victoria's Secret' logo on it. The second women nodded and walked off with her newly aquirred bag. She paused, watching a bright red headed man walk into the store. She blushed slightly and quickly hurried out. The cashier sighed and the man laughed.
"Hey Taka. You done yet?" Axel asked, lightly crossing his arms. The cashier, Takara, turned to face him. She rested her left hand on the edge of the counter and put her right hand on her hip.
"Axel-kun, Could you not fluster our customers? It's bad enough you're fangirlled over every where else you go, Do you have to come into the mall, inside the store, and pick me up?" she sighed. Axel smirked.
"Of course I do. I can't miss the opportunity." he grinned. She raised an eyebrow boredly.
"People are going to start thinking that you're gay. And you're, you know, Actually shopping here for yourself." she said nonchalantly as she pulled her arm off the counter. Axel paused. Would people really think that? Could he even fit in a pair of ladies' underwear? After all, He was sure he had a body parts that women didn't have. And--Wait. What was he thinking? Takara lightly pressed a few buttons on the register in front of her. She looked up (Still pressing buttons, since she had her pattern of buttons memorized.) and raised an eyebrow again.
"I'm sure we have nightgowns in your size, Brother. Stop worrying about it. Oh. We just got this nice red one in that you'd, just out right, love." she said, to Axel, but made it a point to let all the women in the store hear her. Axel frowned.
"But I want a green one to set off my eyes! You know that!" Axel said, equally loud. Most of the women were staring at both of them now. Taka smiled.
"Yes, of course. What was I thinking? The green ones are right over there, Brother." she pointed to a corner that had a green layout of bras, underwear, and nighties. "Will you be needing a dressing room?" she asked, tilting her head and smiling innocently. Axel paused.
"Nah. I'll just look today. I'll try some on another day." he gave her a wink and walked back to the green corner. Takara covered her mouth on fear of laughing, and ruining their fun. She put her hand down when she was sure she wouldn't and looked back at the register. She punched in four numbers and hit enter. And ta-da. She was off work. She walked out from behind the counter, walked over to, and stood next to Axel, who was holding up a small nightie (Green, of course) that was almost transparent and had cute lace along the bottom. She tilted her head.
"Well." she paused. "I like it. It would set off your eyes." she said, mockingly batting her eyelashes at him. He laughed. He hung it back on the rack where he'd found it.
"So. You off now?" he asked. She nodded.
"I didn't bring anything with me today, so we can just leave." she said, fixing a pair of underwear that had gotten looked at, rejected and tossed back, making it look out of place in the nice, neatness that was it's shelf. She looked up at her brother. He nodded. She smiled. "Ok. Lets go." she said, starting toward the door. They got to the door and she turned around. "Bye, Guys! I'll see you bright and early tomorrow!" she half shouted a goodbye to her coworkers. She received a few goodbyes in return. She then turned back to Axel--
"Axel-kun!" she ran to catch up with him since he had kept walking. "You brat." she frowned, returning to a walking pace, now beside him. He laughed.
"Sorry." he started. "I didn't want to be gay anymore." he laughed. She snorted.
"But you pull it off so well. Maybe you should go pro." she said, nodding matter-of-factly. He choked out what could have been 'Oh, Hell no!' or 'Hail Elmo!' but his current audience wasn't so sure on which. Axel regained his composure.
"Nah. I wouldn't do that." he said, looking around at the stores of the mall. He looked down at his sister. "I like chicks to much." he laughed. She smirked.
"Well. Then you'll be at home on the farm." she said. "But I didn't know you were a beastiality-type, Brother." she paused. "Isn't that, like, illegal?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Axel laughed, ignoring the stares they were getting from their rather loud, and probably inappropriate conversation.
"Not if you're in the right state." he nodded. She made a disgusted face. She couldn't imagine her older brother screwing an animal, let alone a baby chicken. Since he'd said he liked chicks and all. She walked through a door that was held open for her. Wait-- Why did Axel just hold a door open for her? Well. Whatever. She walked through a second door, held open again. She shrugged it off. Maybe he was having a good day or something. Axel grabbed her shoulder.
"Wait here. I'll go get the bike." he said, letting go of her shoulder. He started walking off into the parking lot. She smirked. Bike. Awesome. She loved riding on her older brother's motorcycle. She looked around the parking lot. Not very busy today. Wow. Well. That's probably why they had little to no customers today. Oh well. No problem there. Less customers means less headaches for her.
Hearing the roar of Axel's bike, she walked out to the road. She stood there for a second as Axel came to a stop in front of her. "Your chariot, M'Lady." he said mockingly. She laughed, swung her left leg over, and situated herself behind him. She neatly folded her hands in her lap as he took off. Getting out of the parking lot, taking a right and heading for home.