Yay! Finally a review! That makes me so happy! I know it seems creepy but it'll make sense later, I swear!
Again, for like the third time, I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters. But I do own the world they live in and the lyrics that are later mentioned. Not like they're good enough to be worth stealing. XP
WARNING: This chapter contains lots of swearing (as you can see from adverting your eyes down to the first sentence) and very violent images. I suggest this for teens 16 and up. But if you feel mature enough to read this, than go ahead, but don't say I didn't warn you!
Anyway, now that those are out of the way, back to the story! Enjoy!
Chapter 3: The Fire
"YOU FUCKER! YOU BROKE MY FUCKING ASS!"I looked over the edge of the building. Axel looked ok, pretty flat, but ok and really mad. He was planted to the ground and I don't blame him. A three-story fall, right on his tush. Ow. I hope no bones are broken. "WHEN I GET UP I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I got up and headed toward the door, I could hear Axel rummaging for a cigarette, "damn, where did that thing go?"
I ran down the stairs to the third floor and headed to the next set of stairs. I saw the surfer boy sitting at the top of the stairs but this time with a large guitar, or a bass. It didn't matter what it was, as long he had hands he could help me. "Hey, Axel fell off the roof! I think he's hurt!"
He chuckled back at me, "yeah, I can hear him from here! I got out my sitar but he's louder than this thing!"
"How can you laugh? He fell!"
He put down his sitar, got up and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about him, this isn't the first time he fell." I gave him a questioning look but he didn't give me an answer. "You should ask Axel about it, I'm sure he'd be glad to tell you." Surfer boy let out another chuckle and calmly walked down the stairs with a sheepish smile on his face.
"DEMYX! THERE YOU ARE! DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME!" Axel was struggling to prop himself up on his elbows but he just groaned and stayed flat on the ground.
"Sure did! Ker-plop," he snickered as he kneeled down and threw one of Axel's arms around his neck. "Hey, kid, help me, would ya?"
Why did everyone call me kid? Doesn't matter. I had to help, it was my fault after all. The fall caused Axel to be very limp. It was like carrying a rag doll. Luckily, he wasn't that heavy. I didn't expect him to be, not with a body like his. Demyx and I brought him inside. Before we could start heading up the stairs he stopped us, "wait, put me down here. You won't be able to carry me up like this. Plus, my legs hurt like hell." We did as he asked, and set him down on the third step, wincing at the pain in his rear. He leaned his spiked head against the wall and closed his eyes. "Demyx, get my smokes. They're on the roof in my shirt." Surfer boy nodded and ran up the stairs.
"Axel, I'm-"
"SHOVE IT!" He was in a lot of pain and it was my fault. I should have just looked at the sunset like he told me but instead I had to be stupid and get all scared. I shook my head and got rid of my regrets. No use crying over spilt milk.
"Sorry." Axel opened his eyes and looked straight forward at me. Even though he was sitting he was at the same level as me. God, he's tall. I adverted my eyes to the ground, too ashamed to look him face-to-face.
"Roxas, come here," he grunted as he lifted up his arm, reaching out for me. I took a step forward. "Closer." I kept on moving closer until I was only inches away from his face, my eyes still looking down. Axel placed his hand on my shoulder and slipped it to under my head. His rough fingertips grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. He let go and let his hand slide down to my neck, my face still looking at his. He was so smooth as he slyly leaned in forward, past my face to my ear. His hot breath brushed against my ear as he spoke, "I'm going to fucking kill you." My eyes shot wide open as his fingers closed around my neck. My hands darted up to pull him off but he was too stong. I could feel my eyes watering with pain, I was really about to die. I wish it wasn't this painful.
"Hey, Axel, I just remembered I need- HOLY SHIT!" Demyx jumped down and pulled that red-haired demon off me. "HEY! That's not the way we do things! We do not commit murder! I know you're mad but try to think rationally."
"He moved. Fuckin' moved! What kind of man wimps out of a suicide!" He stood up quickly but fell to the floor as fast as he jumped.
Demyx sighed and grabbed one of Axel's arm to help him up. He thrust his arm to his chest, away from Demyx's grasp, and walked up the stairs alone. "Don't worry about him Roxas. He'll cool off and we'll find a better way to aid you." His warm smile came back and I suddenly thought of my mom.
"Roxas? Where are you?" A woman in her late twenties ran around the apartment looking for her son, me. There was fear in her voice. "Sweetie? Come out!" She ran into the room that belonged to a boy no older than six. In the corner was a huddled boy. His knees tucked into his chest and his face buried in them with his arms covering his face from the light. The sun was shining through the open window on him, illuminating his untamed, blonde hair. "Roxas, what are you doing?" The woman kneeled down to his level and ruffled his hair.
"I was watching dad leave. I wanted to see him one more time." The woman smiled and drew him into her chest.
"Don't worry. You'll see him again. Just have faith." She squeezed her hand into the bundled boy and lifted his face so he had to look at her. "Did you hear me? Have faith." She smiled warmly, hiding her sorrow.
Just as Demyx was doing.
Demyx returned to lightly playing his sitar at the top of the stairs while I returned to Axel. The door was left unlocked. I guess he isn't that mad. I pushed it open to find him laying on his stomach on one of the beds. He had a lit cigarette in his hand. His head was turned away from me, staring out the window. "There's a shower behind that door," he lifted his hand and waved it in no particular direction, "help yourself to beer. You can sleep here tonight." He brought the cigarette to his mouth, inhaled, and then heaved out a heavy sigh. "Tomorrow night, you'll be gone. I swear it."
It was a frightening thing to hear but I guess I was asking for it. I had no guide out of the underground so my only option was to sleep here tonight. My mom would notice I was gone, but all I had to explain was sleeping somewhere else and she wouldn't care. "Do you have a phone I can use?"
Axel put out his cigarette against the wall and flicked off into another corner. "I did. Until I fell on my ass and it broke." His words cut through me like icy knives. I swallowed a hard lump in my throat and turned toward the door. "Oh, and Demyx won't have one either. We used to share one." It hurt to be spoken like this. I wanted to crawl into a corner and die. Well, that's what I basically did. I took off my shoes and crawled onto the bed in the other corner and felt part of my soul die.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I closed my eyes to sleep.
The sun burned the pupils of my eyes even though the lids where pulled tight over them. I lifted a hand to block the rays and scoped out my location. For a moment I forgot where a was and had a momentary spasm: heart beating faster, forehead beginning to sweat, and the increase in breathing. But when I saw Axel in the corner, still sleeping on his stomach, I remembered everything. What time is it? I searched for a source of time and found an alarm clock that looked like it went through world war I and II. Six minutes to seven. This used to be the time I would wake up every morning and go to school. That was before I was forgotten.
"Oh, please baby, don't forget me." I turned my head to the sound of a light voice singing. I walked to the door and opened it as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb the sleeping man, who was snoring loudly. "My body may be gone but my soul is still here." I ignored the nasally disturbance and walked through the door. "Even if you ignore me, the memory is still there."
A sandy blonde took his normal perch at the top of the stairs. He was with his sitar, just as last night. Was he here the whole night? "Please don't forget or I'll-" he stopped abruptly as his blue eyes fell onto my form at the end of the hall and his fair skin erupted into a deep crimson. "Roxas! Didn't see you there!" Demyx looked around to see if there was anyone else before continuing, "what are you doing up so early?" I shrugged my shoulders and walked closer. Demyx gestured for me to sit down next to him and I complied. He returned to playing his sitar but without the singing. His blush was fading away but there was still a small tinge of pink on his cheeks. "Sorry."
"Huh?" I jerked my head to him in surprise, "for what? Your singing didn't disturb me."
He shook his head. "I know that but that's not it. I shouldn't have told him about Lexaeus last night."
If confusion had a form, it would be Axel and Demyx. Ever since I met them, nothing's made sense. "You'll have to explain what you're getting at."
"Axel's mad and he took it out on you last night."
"Well, I did let him run off a building."
"It's not the first time. And before, he laughed it off," he sighed, "what I'm saying is sorry. If I just waited 'til later to tell him about Lexaeus, he wouldn't be so mad."
I guess blondes really are as dumb as they say 'cause I still didn't understand. "What was so bad about Lexaeus's news? It sounded like a good thing the way you put it." His words from last night, "Lexaeus took it like a man today," echoed through my head.
"It was a good thing...but a bad thing." I let out a frustrated sigh and he saw I still didn't understand. "He killed himself." There. It came out. Finally, took him long enough.
"How is that a good thing!" I was now standing up and had my arms flung out at my side. None of this made sense. Who are these people?
"He finally did it," Demyx turned to me. He was quivering, trying his hardest to hold back his tears. "But Axel was the one that was suppose to-"
"FUCK! DAMN THIS PIECE OF SHIT!" Speak of the devil. Axel's roar and the sound of a loud, staticky radio buzzed from the room down the hall. It was then followed by some beating of a fist into plastic.
The musician chuckled and stood up. "It's always peaceful until he wakes up." He picked up his sitar and turned around. "We'll talk later ok? Axel, regardless of if he heard bad news or not, is always in a pissed off mood in the morning." He walked to a door with the number nine on it and two blank spots before it where I assume other numbers were before. They must have fallen off through the cycle of inhabitants. I nodded at him as he closed the door and turned to see the door to Axel's apartment open.
He was dressed in a faded, navy blue jump suit, something worn by employees of a gas station. It even had a oval patch on his chest that read, 'Axel' in red cursive writing. He reached for his head which was covered by a black trucker hat and switched it backwards. Closing the door behind him, he tossed me a key. "If you're going to leave, lock up." I couldn't help but noticed he was gritting his teeth as he talked to me. Talk about moody. "Also, if you do go out, be back before five." Without anything else to say, he walked past me and down the stairs. Just as he disappeared out of sight he yelled up to me, "five, got it memorized?"
I have a boring apartment to myself, nowhere to go, no money, and I'm going to get killed - I mean - 'aided in my death' tonight. What the hell do I do for the next ten hours?
Maybe 'now' was 'later' and Demyx would tell me more. I turned to his door with the single nine and knocked. "Is he gone," he asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah."
He opened the door enough to poke his head out and scanned the area before letting me in. "That's good. Axel plus mornings equal a beat up person." His sky blue eyes glaced up and down at my form, "surprisingly, you survived. Good job!" He gave a friendly thumbs up as he closed the door behind me. I couldn't help but to let out a laugh. "So, here's my humble home." He walked ahead and stood in the middle of the room. It was the opposite of Axel's apartment. Demyx's was clean, comfortable, and made a pretty sweet bachelor pad.
"Cool. What do you do for a living?"
He plopped down onto a blue couch next to a medium-sized fish tank that gave off a calming blue glow. "Moi? Entertainment."
Again he caught me off guard, "what?"
"I sing and play my sitar for some coffee houses and clubs. You know, the places where people go a lot." He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal.
"Pretty exciting. Do you like doing it?" I took a seat next to him on the couch.
"Nah, I love it. If I didn't have my sitar, I wouldn't know what to do." His sitar seemed to glow as he glanced over at it lovingly.
"This morning I heard you singing and-"
"Yeah," he brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his head. The pink tint appeared on his face again.
"Why did you get so embarrassed if you love doing it so much?"
Demyx took a deep breath and glanced at the ceiling, or more like his brain, searching for an answer. "That song's special to me. I never sang in front of anyone. I guess you were the first to hear it." His eyes came back down to earth and started at the wall ahead of him. "Unless if my neighbors like to eavesdrop on me, but no one but Axel is up at this hour anyway." The mullet boy turned back to me and smiled. "I'm guessing you're looking for something to do until Axel gets back right?" I nodded and a grin spread across his face. "Good! I need a helping hand today."
Looks like my story will have to wait until later...
"Ok, take this one, and this one. Oh! And don't forget this one!" Demyx handed me five graphic tees and three pairs of pants that looked like not even Axel could fit in. When I was finally able to balance the clothing, I stumbled towards Demyx's dressing room. "Roxas, I'm going to need the black shirt!" I set down the clothing and turned to the shirts. They were all black.
"Which one," I called over.
"The black one." Confusion hit me like a brick again. I expected a nice quite day learning more about Axel but instead I'm stuck with this surfer boy searching for the 'perfect' outfit for his next performance. I pulled out all the shirts and examined them. Two of them had the same print on it which said, 'rock you' but one in gold and the other in silver writing. One had a skeleton on it. Another had the words 'blue, blue baby' printed on it in white with blue markings all over the shirt. And the last one had the words, 'I'm awesome' printed on the back in gold. "Well, where is it?" Demyx's hand flew over the top of the door and impatiently drummed his fingers.
"Here, let me help you," a man with dull pink hair picked up the shirt with the words, 'blue, blue baby' and handed it to the hanging hand.
"Thanks Roxas," called a pleased Demyx.
I looked up at him. He seemed like a very delicate boy that would shatter if anything bad happen to him. His hair style intrigued me though, isn't that a bit too girly for a guy? "Thank you. I would have never been able to pick out the right one."
He smiled at me, "no problem." The door swung open and out walked the surfer boy which I should call 'the rocker' instead. He really did look like a rock star with that intriguing shirt and gravity-defying hair.
"Roxas you really have some style! I didn't think you'd pick-" he stopped talking and gawked at the pink-haired male next to me. "Oh. My. God. Marluxia!" He ran forward and pulled him into an embrace. "Man, I haven't seen you since-" his voice broke off and he pulled away. It felt like a vortex popped out of nowhere and sucked all the joy away from this friendly reunion. It felt like an eternity before anyone spoke. "So, how's the flowers?"
Marluxia cracked a smile, "they're pretty good. It's a peaceful job." He seemed to gag at the words 'peaceful job.'
Demyx saw something was wrong, "do we need to talk?" The smile left and he gave a solemn nod. "Ok," he turned to me as he pulled off his current shirt and put back on his previous one, "Roxas, get my stuff, we're going to go get some ice-cream." I didn't complain as I picked up the bags from previous stores and followed them out.
"Larxene's gone." The topic was death, again, and suddenly my ice-cream turned sour. It didn't matter how beautiful our surroundings were (Demyx insisted we get out of the underground and go somewhere cleaner): sitting around a fountain, eating sea-salt ice-cream, the birds chirping, the sun shining, and everywhere you looked there was a smiling face. Expect for this row of death-deprived males.
"How," Demyx and Marluxia didn't look at each other when they spoke. It was almost like a confessional.
"Gun."
"Why?"
"Modeling."
Demyx paused, "again, why?"
"She couldn't take the spotlight. It was driving her mad. She called me last night and invited me over with a pistol ready in her hands. 'Please, Marluxia, for me.'" He was shaking. His sea-salt ice-cream was slightly splattering with each violent shake. He bit his lower lip so hard, I could have sworn I saw blood.
"How?"
"Anything, as long as it's painful." I couldn't take anymore. I stood up and threw my popsicle down.
"What the fuck are you guys talking about! I have no clue what this conversation is about!"
Demyx's usuay smile was no where to be found as he turned to me with narrowed eyes and a voice as cold as ice, "but Roxas, this is what you wanted to know. You wanted to learn more about Axel. Well, here it is: this is Axel's life." Those sky blue eyes had disappeared and turned into spikes of ice as they focused on me. I could feel the icy tips penetrating me. It told me I should have never gotten involved. "Suicide. Axel - no, not just him, all of us - help with people's deaths." I stood there staring at him. This was a different Demyx, the dark one revealing the skeletons in his closet.
"But why?"
"For Mr. Ansem." Marluxia whipped his head to the musician at the sound of that name. "He was our teacher, two years ago, senior year. Xemnas Ansem. The English teacher. When you first meet him you think he's just some old prick but after a semester we learned how cool he really was. He was just like a teenager in a grown-up's body. He was awesome." The icy aura melted away and the friendly Demyx came back. "The night of graduation we went to his house for a party. All eleven of us. We were a tight group of friends who all met trough Xemnas. At one point in the night he went upstairs. We were all to drunk to notice he never came back down. It was Axel who found him later." At this point in the story, Marluxia was burying his face into his hands. His fingers were digging into his head out of distress. He wanted to forget. "Hung himself. The note he left talked about how happy he was. Even though his wife left him and he could never see his kids, he was happy with what he had: friends. So happy, he could die. And that's just what he did." He turned away and watched two little boys run around the open area. Their happiness only made me feel worse. Terrible things were happening in this world and they were so oblivious to it.
"But what does that have to do with killing yourself?" The smaller of the boys fell on his face. I would have helped him but this story kept me planted.
"Things were never the same when he died. Vexen, Mr. Ansem's best friend was at the party, pretty cool guy. Sadly, he went crazy when he saw Xemnas's lifeless body." Marluxia stood up and walked over to the children. He helped the boy that had fallen and brought him over to the ice-cream vendor where he treated the children. "Marluxia hates this part. He was there and so was I. We were just spectators to what Axel, Xaldin, and Lexaeus had to do." He took a deep breath and looked up at me, squinting at the sun that shined behind me. "Kid, do you have a cigarette? I really need one." I shook my head. "Figures. Anyway, Vexen wanted the die the same way Xemnas did but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He lasted a good two months before he called on Xaldin to do it. Vexen would start to hang himself and Xaldin would pull his legs down to end it quickly." Demyx turned away and rubbed his eyes. "I'll never forget that night. I had the cell and got a call from Xaldin. He didn't know what to do. The body was there, hanging and he was freaking out. Luckily, Axel and Lexaeus had just gotten back from the gym. I was too weak to do anything but I tagged along anyway for support."
"And Marluxia?"
Demyx's face changed from white to red within a second. He shrugged it off and continued talking, "at that time, he and I...we had a thing for each other and he...uh...spent the night." I looked up at Marluxia and back at the blushing male.
"Really?" I never expected Demyx to see men that way.
"Yeah," he grunted. "But besides that, he tagged along too. We watched those three pull down Vexen's lifeless body then bury it in the back with Xemnas's. We stayed out there watching the ground where they were buried for the longest time. It wasn't until the sun started coming up we went home." Marluxia in the distance looked over. He caught Demyx's eyes and he nodded. The long haired man walked over and sat back down.
"Wow," was all I said as I joined them sitting on the fountain. "What about Lexaeus?"
Marluxia looked up at me with astonished eyes. "Lexaeus? What-" The blonde next to him placed a hand on his shoulder and the pink-haired man adverted his gaze down, "shit."
"I'll get to him in a second. Lemme tell you about Xaldin first." I nodded and continued to listen. "Remember how shaken up he was? That fear haunted him for a whole year before it got to him. He couldn't take it anymore. He lived in the next town and hunted us down for 'help.' Out of luck he found Axel. He wasn't comfortable aiding Xaldin but he wouldn't shut up, as Axel explained it to me. He kept on pestering him, begging him. Followed him all over the place until Axel gave in. They were in the subway waiting for the train and he just lost it. Axel pushed him into the oncoming train. Splat." He stopped talking and glanced at Marluxia before continuing. "Then Lexaeus: I don't know what caused him to think about the 'ol team, but whatever the reason, it drove him to take a sedative, then go to the gym he and Axel usually went to. From what I heard from the employees at the gym, he passed out as he was lifting weights on the bench and dropped the damn thing on his neck. Choked himself to death."
"That's terrible," Marluxia sighed.
"But why'd that make Axel so mad?"
"Xaldin's death plus Vexen's and Xemnas's just added more stress onto Lexaeus. He knew someday he would end like his friends and commit suicide, too. He asked Axel to be the one to assist him. It was a promise that was broken but I think what really pissed Axel off was the fact his friend had to go through it alone." I was silent when he finished talking. His laughter brought me back, "are you scared?"
I shook my head, "no, just surprised." I looked up and searched the sky for some answer. It was depressing how one death of a good friend led to so many others. My blue eyes caught onto the face of a clock planted onto the side of a building: 5:20, it read. "SHIT!" I jumped up and grabbed Demyx's stuff. "We need to go! I was suppose to be home at five!" Demyx got up calmly and chuckled. "What the hell is so funny!"
"You called it 'home.'"
"'Five, got it memorized?' Obviously not if you're this late!" The smashed up clock next to Axel's bed read five minutes to six.
"Sorry, but Demyx was reminiscing." Axel rolled his eyes at me. He was back in his usual outfit: tight black pants, and a black hoodie.
"Whatever, let's get this over with. For sure this time!" He reached under the table and pulled up a metal can with a screw on top. It was quite large and filled with some fluid. It didn't have to be open to know what it was: gasoline. Axel walked over to the door. "I can finally get rid of you and I won't have to worry about-"
"Hey, Axel!" Demyx popped in through the door before he could open it.
"Later, dork, we're busy." He walked past the mullet-boy but stopped at the sight of the pink-haired one. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. Marluxia!" He put down the can and reunited just as Demyx did earlier, minus the awkward silence. "We'll have to catch up later. I got some business to take care of," he said as he and I began to go down the stairs.
"Yeah, that's why I'm here."
Axel stopped and turned around. "Come again?" His ears didn't deceive him and Marluxia didn't need to say anything. He let out a large frustrated sigh. "Whatever. Come with us. I can kill two birds with one stone." He stopped to think about what he just said, "you know what I mean."
The subway ride was empty of passengers but full of information sharing. "Damn. Her too? We're dropping like flies." Axel pulled out a cigarette and a match, before he could strike it, Demyx reached out stopped him.
"Dude! The gasoline!" He shrugged him off but lit the match anyway. Nothing. Demyx pulled his hands back and hung his head in embarrassment.
"I'm not an idiot. I made sure that cap was screwed on tight before leaving." He took a breath in and exhaled the smoke upward so it wouldn't bother us. "Want one?" Demyx nodded and took one of the white sticks from Axel's offering hand. Marluxia reached over and grabbed one, as well. He turned to me, "you want one?" I shook my head and refused the offer. "Suit yourself."
"Oh!" Demyx's eyes lit up. "Axel, remind me when we get back to give you Lexeaus's weight-thingey."
One of Axel's thin eyebrows raised, "'weight-thingey?'"
"Weight-thingey." Demyx did a flexing motion with this arm.
"Oh, 'weight-thingey'. A dumbbell?"
"Yeah! That thing!" Demyx pointed at him for the correct word.
"Dork," Axel whispered as he turned away from him and looked across the train to Marluxia who was sitting in the adjacent seat. He got up and walked over to the red-head. His bony fingers grasped the pole to keep himself from falling over. He reached into his pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, black, circular object.
"Demyx told me about your 'collection' and I thought you could add this to it." He held out his hand and Axel took the item.
His eyes widened and looked back up at the pink-haired man. "Are you serious? Is this what I think it is?" Marluxia nodded and Axel examined it. "She always had this on her. It was so precious to her, she never let anyone use it. Heh." He pocketed it and his teal eyes softened. "But now that I've seen it, it's not that interesting." Axel bit his lip as he noticed what he said, "but it's special." A soft smile spread across Marluxia's lips and he pulled out another item. A spade, ones that gardeners used. He was lucky he was wearing loose jeans or else those would have never fit in his back pocket.
"This too. It's mine." Axel took it without saying anything and shoved it in his hoodie pocket. Marluxia seemed satisfied and sat back down. It was silent from there on out.
Remember how I thought The Underground was the worst place? I take that back. This place is the worst.
"Welcome to Sunny Monica, Roxas," Axel narrated as he walked ahead into the clamor of buildings.
"What is this place?" The buildings seemed to be so close to each other, the seemed to create a cage around you. Slowly trapping you in. The sun seemed to shrink away as we went deeper into the city.
"This is hell." He threw down the can and stopped in front of a wall of a building that had been boarded up. "Demyx, a little help here." Together, the blonde and red-head ripped off the nailed pieces of wood and threw them onto the ground, revealing a decaying room. The room and it's furniture were all made out of wood. I don't have a good feeling about this. Axel turned back to us after poking his head in to examine the room. "Perfect. So who wants to go first? Or do you just want to go at the same time?"
My eyes searched the area. "Aren't we kinda out in the open?" We were in the empty alley between two buildings, looking into an apartment from a hole in the wall about to light a fire, how could anyone not see us?
"Don't worry, kid. This town's made up of nothing but ghosts and shadows. There's no one here. Besides," He grinned wickedly at me, "you won't have to worry about that." Axel's sulky mood was replaced by a maniac's attitude. Just, who exactly are you, Axel?
Marluxia looked over at me, "I'll go first. This kid's too scared." He's right. My legs had that plated feeling again, like I couldn't move unless it was to save myself. And right now, staying out of that room was the safest thing.
"Whatever! More fire for me," Axel snickered. "Go on it and sit on one of those chairs." Marluxia did as told and walked in. The old wood creaked under his feet. "I think this place might have termites, so be careful." When Marluxia was sitting in a chair, Axel followed in with the silver can and walked the same path his friend did. He unscrewed the cap, and the stench of gasoline automatically hit my nose. As bad as it was, I enjoyed that scent although it meant nothing but death.
Splash.
Axel threw some of the liquid on the ground around the sitting man then some on Marluxia, himself. When he fished he capped the can and shook it. It had about twenty-five percent left. "Oops, went a little overboard. I hope you don't mind, Roxas." He turned to me with a cynical grin on his face. I gasped and turned away. His face was frightening. How can I trust a man like this to kill me? When I turned back to Axel he was leaning over Marluxia, whispering something to him, but he was audible enough for my ears to make out the words, "when you're ready." He dashed back over to me and watched. Marluxia was crying over the things he held in his hands: sand paper and a match.
"Demyx," I leaned over to him and whispered, never taking my eyes off of the sobbing man, "isn't this considered Marluxia killing himself instead of getting aid with his death?"
It seemed like he didn't hear me, so I looked up. He had a grin on his face, as well, "it's not his fault there was gasoline all over him when he decided to light a match." I stared at him in shock. He's just as crazy as Axel.
"Larxene...I'm so sorry I had to make it so painful," he choked on his words through his sobbing, "let me share your suffering, my love." In a quick flick of a hand, he was gone.
Flames surrounded him. I expected him to be yelling, screaming for mercy but he sat there and accepted it. There was tears forming at my eyes and I turned to look away. I couldn't bare it. Axel on the other hand, he was having the time of his life, roaring up a storm of laughter.
"WHAT THE HELL IS SO GOD DAMN FUNNY! YOU JUST KILLED-" The laughing stopped and I got a full face of Axel's fist. He stood over my fallen body and gave my a quick kick to my side.
"What did I tell you? We do not kill people. We aid them in their death." I looked up at him to find him pointing at his head, "got it memorized?" I struggled to get up and used the other building as support. Demyx stayed out of it, he was busy watching Marluxia burn. Again, the same damn warm smile. Just as I started to get my bearings, Axel walked up to me unscrewing the top to the can. "I'm going to dump this on you and you go jump into the fire ok? There's not enough to start another one."
"No."
I wasn't loud enough for him to hear as he brought the can above me.
"NO!" My hand shot up, knocking the metal out of his hands, spilling the gasoline all over the ground. Axel stood there, frozen, as did I. Time seemed to freeze just for me to realize I had made Axel furious.
"Mother. Fucking. Bitch," he whispered, purposely separating his words, "wasted the damn thing." He brought his arms down, returning them to his hoodie pocket, and turned away, heading back the way we came, lost in his emotions. Just as he turned the corner, he spat at me, "coward."
Finally! It took me like two nights and one day to finsh this! I didn't expect it to be so long! I'm thinking about switching the rating from T to M due to cursing and mature themes involving death and the morbidness. I need your opinion on this! Please?
Also, could you leave me a review? That would be so jake! Thank you!
-Lady of the Cards-