Dreams
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Hello, hello, hello, my dearest readers! I hope you enjoy this next vignette. All about dreams. It's shorter than most of the other vignettes, but sometimes shorter is sweeter!
Axel is staring down the Superior in the throne room. Roxas is sitting across the room, on his own throne. On the floor, trembling, Is Xion. Small and frail and so alone. She has failed mission after mission…she's being judged. If the Superior does not approve…if he does not rule in her favor…then she will be turned into a Dusk. Or worse.
"Number XIV…"
Axel holds his breath. This is it. The day of judgment. The Superior may not be present in their day-to-day lives, but he rules with an iron fist. No…not iron. Damascus would be more like it.
"It is no longer in our interests that you serve the Organization."
Axel cringes. This is as bad as anything that Xion could have feared. She's already starting to cry, to beg for mercy. She pleads for another chance. She begins tugging fistfuls of her hair out. Axel wants to get off this throne. He wants to pick her up and take her in his arms, to rock her gently. But he knows that he is no match for Xemnas.
"It is because…you are far too good a person for this smelly, mean, icky Organization," the Superior says. "This is no place for little Replicas to live. Xion, for your own good, you're fired."
"But Master, where will I go?" Xion asks. "What will I do?"
"Somewhere far, far, far away from this awful place. The Destiny Islands, perhaps," Xemnas said. "But you mustn't go alone. Take Roxas and Axel with you. As I said, this is no place for little Replicas, or small fries, or their baby-sitters."
"I…thank you, Master."
Axel can hardly believe his ears. This is absolutely fantastic news. Xion isn't being destroyed. She's being set free! This is more than he could have ever have dreamt. This is a second chance, for her, for Roxas and for himself!
It's like a dream…a dream…a dream
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Axel awoke slowly. He didn't want to get up. He felt his chest tighten in pain. He had had them back. Roxas and Xion, back with him. He could have made up for it, made up for every screwed up thing he put them through.
It wasn't fair!
It was morning, but Axel refused to get up. His hair got in front of his eyes. Good, then he wouldn't have to see the awful white walls of the stupid Castle. He would lie in bed and sulk all day. Forget the missions for the Organization. Forget Xemnas and his stupid artificial Kingdom Hearts moon. Forget stupid Saix. Forget it, forget it, forget it! Forget why he wasn't able to use a stronger swear word!
He hated the lot of them! He hated the entire Organization. Xemnas and his stupid lasers, Xigbar and his idiotic gun…thingy, Xaldin and Saix and Demyx with that stupid sitar. He hated them, hated them, hated them, and he hated that he didn't have a heart that would allow him to hate them.
Axel was still stewing in his hatred when it occurred to him that he wasn't supposed to be able to hate. And then the lights went on in his bedroom, and he realized the walls were a gaudy orange instead of white. And then Axel got hit by a truck…or two undersized teenagers. With very bony elbows and knees.
"Aaah!"
"Hi Axel!"
"Are you up yet? There's cartoons on tv!"
"Or are you gonna stay in bed all day? Is today a pajama day?"
Axel began to chuckle. Then he laughed. Then he roared. He reached his arms out and snagged Roxas around the shoulders and Xion around the waist. Both the kiddos began laughing too—though Xion's laugh was more of a squeal.
This was better than any dream.
Really, what more is there to say?
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