Chapter Six.
Roxas sighed.
He sighed again.
…and yet a third time, he sighs!
His friend was getting in too much trouble lately. The redhead had dicipline issues like woah, and mad ego issues. But Roxas liked (read: tolerated) him just the same. Roxas stumbled.
The reason he stumbled was before the search for his friend he had seven shots of whiskey with Lexaeus and Xaldin (as some sort of initiation). Luckily for Roxas, he had a moderate tolerance for alcohol. High tolerance meaning he doesn't wobble or slur his speech, but he is basically braindead as a toaster.
Not only stupid braindead, but impulsive, volitle braindead.
Needless to say, Roxas is very good at parties.
Roxas groaned, rubbing his temples pissed off at his stupid friend for getting in these sort of predicament, and suddenly the quiet was interrupted by:
"I'M GONNA BURN THE MOTHERFUCKING PLACE MOTHERFUCKING DOWN IF YOU DON'T MOTHERFUCKING LET ME OUT MOTHERFUCKERS!!"
Roxas, has apperantly found Axel..
The thirteenth Nobody portled into the basement where his favourite redhead was located.
The second he gets down there….
"Roxie!" glomp
Roxas noted that Axel was warm…and drunk, volitle Roxas was on the floor playing tonsil hockey with his best friend.
"M, Roxas! Stop!" Axel yelled into Roxas' mouth. Roxas just continued. And Axel sorta gave out and thought 'He'll stop eventually, and hey! Free makeout!' Roxas moaned. Axel was enjoying his time with the very drunk Roxas, to say the least. Roxas gripped the man tighter starting to pant, wanting him badly. Axel stopped. Making out was fine, and Axel admitted more than once to himself that he had feelings for his young subordinate, but as well he promised to himself, that with their seven year age difference…
He would not be the one to steal Roxas' virtue.
Axel felt it would kill him inside.
So with those thoughts, Axel pushed Roxas off of him.
Roxas wimpered slightly.
"H-huh?"
"Sorry, buddy. I'm just too hot for you," Axel said, portaling outside.
Roxas rubbed his now sore head.
"Ugh, what the hell just happened?"
Roxas turned around.
"Axel? You there?"
He blinked.
"Axel?"
He was alone, in the basement.
"Dammit!"
--break--
Chapter Six part two.
The chilling night air blew gently on Axel's pallid sharp features. The thorny gardens outside of the Castle that Never Was were nothing compared to the ones in their temporary headquarters, Castle Oblivion. The thory gardens outside of Castle Oblivion gave most a sense of weakness, a feeling of being trapped. (Kudos to the resident botanist.)
Axel merely sighed, his lean figure perched languidly on a tall sturdy leafless tree, the wind tickling his hair.
"The night sky is quite nice," He said to nobody in particular, a lonely look in his veridian eyes. Axel chuckled cynically.
"I'm really going crazy, talking to myself," He sighed.
A portal of darkness opened up behind him.
"I don't think you're crazy," Larxene's voice said, as the giggle unraveled when she sat next to Axel on the tree. Axel was unfazed.
"That's good to know," He said offhandedly.
Larxene chuckled gaudily. "What's wrong with you Axel, baby, Have a hard day?"
"Don't mock me," He mumbled, an empty threat.
Larxene paced on the air around Axel giggling as she went.
"I'm not mocking you." She said as she kneeled behind Axel, wrapping her thin arms around his shoulders from behind. Everything she did intoned mockery. She leaned forward so her face was even with Axel's.
"I'm just offering a friend some condolence."
"You're no friend of mine," Axel spat.
"Hmm," Larxene placed a kiss on Axel's cheek, just to be insinuous.
"I'll wait if you want to talk," She spat coldly, followed by a giggle.
"Stupid whore," Axel muttered under his breath. He pouted, pulling his knees to his chest.
A shadow heartless sat and crawled beside him, drawn to the darkness that radiated off his person. Axel looked at it blankly.
"I just want to be alone, y'know?"
"Squwak," Said the heartless.
"You wouldn't know." Axel sighed, and the pair sat in contented silence, until the Heartless scurried off to do things like causing death to innocent hearts. Axel, however, contiued to sit, fidgeting his leg a little here and there. Suddenly, a dusk appeared beside him and transmitted its message to the fire-weilder.
"A meeting? At a time like this?"
The Dusk did not reply, it merely contorted into the darkness.
"Of all the bloody things," Axel grumbled, hopping grandeurly off the tree and setting out, kicking a few Heartless along the way.
--ennui--
Chapter Six part three (In Which the Mood is Lost)
Meanwhile
"Aah! Xemnas!" Saix moaned as his superior explored his pale chest with hot, wet, kisses.
Xemnas, who was utterly enthalled, albeit aroused, by the sound let out a throaty sigh.
"I…I want you," Saix choked, his face laced in sweat and pleasure, inbetween steamy kisses. Xemnas smiled, oh Saix was getting close to begging. Saix, who decided to take the liberty of removing whatever clothing Xemnas had on, tried to proceed when…
"I…Can't get it off!" He grunted, pulling the zipper with desperation. It wouldn't budge.
"Go berserk!" Xemnas almost pleaded.
"I can't!"
"Why the fuck not!"
"It's a new moon."
"…"
"…."
"GAH!" Both desperate bunny-men tried their hardest to get the god-forsaken garment of clothing off using all methods of coersion, and none worked.
"C'mon!" Saix yelled, pulling as hard as he could muster. Xemnas, while this was happening stole a look at the clock.
"The meeting." Xemnas sighed in defeat.
"Shit!" Saix snarled, feral.
"What about later?"
"Forget it. The mood is lost," Saix all but weeped.
Both more-than-pissed men departed to the meeting sex-less and irritable.
Damn, things were just getting good..
--break: The meeting--
"Vexen, what is it about hearts?" Lexaeus ventured, offering a rare output of the vocal chords that most believed never were. Vexen shook his head at his old friend.
"Not hearts, but brains. And, we must wait."
"This is pointless!" Marluxia shouted in his deep enigmatic voice. His thought process went something like this:
This wouldn't happen if I was superior.
And,
I need to get laid.
Marluxia may as well been a faggot, but dammit, he was a manly faggot. Comparitavely like a body builder in a tutu. Scratch that, that's disturbing.
"Who's missing?" Xaldin asked in his usual ennui, tying his dreadlocks together in boredom, his hair becoming a tangle of knots. Xigbar laughed.
"Jeez, Cleopatra, you look like a-"
"Number VII, Number IX, Number XIII, and the Superior are all absent," Zexion reported his polite, but somehow forboding voice drew quiet out of even the most incessant. Maybe it was because you don't mess with a master of brain-fuckery. Or maybe since he never talked, it had to be important. Like that one old show with the horse…
"Number XII is missing as well," Lexaeus noted, nodding at his short companion.
"AXEL. That bumbling idiot!" The aformentioned Twelvth Nobody screeched, venom seething through her teeth and her general demeanor.
Vexen's now brewing experimental thoughts were shortly interrupted by a very hungover, if not still intoxicated Roxas walked, er, stumbled in.
"Nrm," Said Roxas.
Xemnas and Saix teleported to the meeting room, looking sort of disheveled, after successfully tearing the jacket in half, Saix looking very pleased, Xemnas looking whorish as usual. He was only in his pants and boots now.
Xemnas sat at the head of the table (The damn chairs weren't fixed!), Saix beside him, still looking like a puppy who had just gotten a treat.
Marluxia gawked, now realizing that A) Intercourse had just occurred. And, B) Numbers I and VII had absolutely no shame.
Demyx had portaled through the celing looking at the illfated Nobodies in question.
"Oh- O-oh my!" The Melodious Nocturne said blushing. Zexion, for some reason glared daggers at Xemnas, and Xigbar furrowed his brow.
"Sit down you god-forsaken idiot!"
Demyx pouted as he sat down. Zexion's death glare ™ switched perspective to Xigbar. Xigbar looked unfazed. He put up with Ienzo, he could put up with this pissy bitch. They really weren't that different, Zexion and Ienzo, he mused.
Xemnas broke the nosebleed-deathglareing-blushing silence "Vexen, ignore Number XIII and Number VIII. Go, explain your discoveries."
"Hai," He responded absentmindedly in Japanease. Vexen could speak seven different languages fluently. He was just bitch-ninja like that. Zexion could speak eight.
The Chilly Academic mumbled pulling a hologram out of nowhere.
"We have been somewhat mislead. Although hearts contain morals and beliefs, emotions come from a certain part of the brain, I won't go into neurology, due to some of the more simpleminded of the Organization,"
"Hey! Why you lookin' at me?!"
"No reason, Xigbar," Vexen smiled, then continued. "However, we have lost that part of the brain."
Groans.
"Vexen, get the fuck on with it!" Marluxia slammed his fist on the table, roots spurting and latching on the flat surface in his wake.
"Shut up. However, it seems that some members are slowly regaining that sense, that region is filling in."
"Well, Vexen. Who is it?" Asked Xaldin complacently.
"Ahem. It seems, that the most developed parts reside with in Numbers VII, VIII, and IX. No surprise there. Although, the Superior and Number VI are also gaining some back."
Zexion's eyes widened. That was something he didn't expect. Neither did anyone else.
"I can feel," He heard Saix mutter, and observed as he stole a glimpse at his Superior.
Zexion gave a shit-eating grin.
"Zexy! Can you believe it?! We can feel!"
Zexion looked at the Nocturne who was bouncing up and down beside him, his face priceless.
"Only, partially Demyx."
"I dunno about this brain shit," Xigbar stood up. "But I feel pretty damn happy!"
Xaldin broke into a fit of deep giggles. Everyone stared.
After a pause, Zexion tucked his thumb between his chin and said:
"I hate you all."
"Yes, Zexion. We know." A chorus said afterwards.
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Author's Notes:
Thank's for the reviews! Yes, Saix and Xemmy are like bunnies. Also, you can make interesting anagrams of their names. The Whirlwind Lancer had a lot of 'erection' in them, but Saix's and Vexen's were cool. For example, The Chilly Academic anagrammed to 'The Icy Chemical Lad,' 'Eh! Clichéd Calamity,' 'Deathly Chic Malice,' and my favourite: 'Acclaim the Icy Held'. That is so Metal.
The Luna Diviner had amazing anagrams, the best being 'Handle in Virtue', 'The Ruin and Evil', 'True Hand in Evil' (XemSai, ne1?), 'An Evil Dire Hunt,' and my favourite: 'Unveil in Hatred.' So Saix it is uncanny.
The Silent Hero had 'Thirteen Holes' first. Oo. That's accurate.. 'Oh, the Listener,' 'It; he's the loner.' And my favourite: 'Shelter Into He'.
Anagrams are
sometimes amazing, as they often describe a person. Or make them
generally irritate. Haha Axl Rose! (Anagram it on an anagram
generator. You'll get a pleasant surprise.) and of course:
'Mansex'. Yeah. Long chapter, Ne? Three parts.
Read it with 'Muscle Museam' by Muse; you get a better general impression of it.