Clearly, I own none of the characters. I own this though: *Holds up picture of a poorly colored in blob*
-----Waking Up------
Sora wheeled Riku in through the first doorway--the place Sora, Zexion, and the other blonde scientist (whom Riku barely ever saw) vanished into so frequently.
"Here we have the lab; this is the place where Zexion keeps watch over the patients, and where he will be spending the rest of his life..."
Considering it was a lab, the lights were dimmed to a dark blue, giving it a basement feel rather than a laboratory. Several large desks scattered across the room, various plants, papers, and computer screens placed upon them. The small scientist was hunched over a microscope, sarcastically snapping back,
"Har-de-har-har. Very funny Sora, now go away, before I give you the tail of a cat." The brunette grinned mischievously.
"What a nice change of pace that would be; is that a promise?" Zexion sighed,
"I'm working on it."
Smirking, Sora began to move once more, stopping when Riku asked,
"Where's that blonde guy?"
"Oh, Demyx? He never stays in one place for too long...or rather, he never stays in a place where he's expected to work for too long." There was a soft chuckle across the room.
Shrugging, Sora moved along, calling loudly when they reached a blackened door frame,
"See ya' Zex!"
"Good bye, Sora."
The dark door brightened to an electric blue, and shot into the ceiling. The silver haired boy held back an awed gasp.
This place was so cool. It was a lot like the mother-ship from a popular show he used to watch- SpaceTrek.
He really had missed a lot, hadn't he?
"This is the "refectory." Regardless of the cool name Zack gave it, it's just the mess hall." Riku tore away from his thoughts to be greeted by a spacious room.
Large school-cafeteria tables, complete with benches, lined up in rows filled the room, leaving isles three feet long to maneuver one's self around the room.
There was no presence of anyone.
The brunette saw Riku's curious gaze, answering the silent question,
"No one comes in here unless it's meal time."
"Why not?" Shrugging, Sora said,
"I suppose it's 'cause when we get free time, which is really rare, we usually go to a more...entertaining parts of the castle...C'mon, I think I know where Axel is."
The silver haired boy grinned,
"Axel's here? Really? What do you think he's gonna' say?" Shrugging, the brunette began to push the wheelchair once more.
"No idea. I just hope he doesn't punch you in the face."
"Sure sounds like him."
So the boy pushed the chair along glowing white, curving hallways and past various rooms, some loud, while others empty.
Sora explained that, as dim-witted and lazy as Demyx seemed, he was one of the main designers of the technology of the castle, along with others whose names flew in one ear and out the other.
He didn't worry about it though, Sora promised Riku would meet them a little later.
Just as Riku was questioning how the brunette remembered his way around the enormous castle (Sora had shrugged, saying he had to learn over the years), the two had stumbled upon an end to one of the shorter hallways.
With the door wide open, this room was practically buzzing with activity.
It's size wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a living room, and although it's décor of dark green carpet, lavender walls, and beat-up plaid couches was rather atrocious, that wasn't what caught the aqua eye.
What really caught both Riku and Sora's attention were the two figures, about seven feet away, two blurry blobs of red and gold, passionately pressing one another against the back of said ugly couches in a jumbled mix of tongue against tongue, hips against hips action.
Riku paled, whispering a,
"Oh my god..."
Sora had a similar reaction, which quickly died into eye rolling and blushing. He cleared his throat loudly, hoping the two would catch the hint.
The redhead managed to pin the other to the wood frame of the couch, and, when the kiss was quieting down in ferocity, he flipped the bird towards Sora.
The brunette's face fell, whilst Riku attempted to repress giggles. Sora began to make the classic 'eww' hand-flailing, whining loudly,
"Guuyys! Seriously, can you stop sucking face for, like, five minutes?"
There was a smoky chuckle from the redhead, who disconnected his lips from the now panting other. Not bothering to give Sora a glance, he reattached his lips to the other's neck, a loud moan sounding off in return.
Just then, the redhead moved his crimson mane downwards, allowing Riku to catch a glimpse of the other's familiar flaxen spikes.
Eyes wide, he realized who these people were.
"Axel? ...Cloud?"
At the name, there was instantaneous reaction.
The redhead turned, and the blonde was fully visible.
'It isn't Cloud.'
He came to that conclusion a little too late.
The blonde looked just as old as Sora with a youthful face, but aged cerulean eyes. The flaming pink on his cheeks was dying down much more quickly than Sora's had ever. He looked to be in shock at first, before switching to glower at Riku, a look that described true pain and hate.
Before Riku could blink, bony, strong hands were encased around his throat, squeezing his windpipe while an enraged voice whispered coarsely,
"What did you say?" The hands shook him by the throat. "Don't you ever say that name again, got it?"
The redhead yanked the blonde attacker away from Riku, holding his arms back and whispering things (things Riku presumed would either calm him down, or get him aroused in another way) while Sora worried over Riku's throat.
"Oh god, I should've told you about Rox. I'm really sorry, Ri-"
"Riku?"
The silverette instinctively looked up at the calling of his name, locking aqua eyes with a shade of new green that seemed to see through his skin and into his very being. They were as alluring (and in a way, spell-binding) as they were frightening.
The redhead looked him over suspiciously, and, without taking his suddenly furious eyes off of the man in the wheelchair, questioned the brunette.
"Sora, what is this? ...It looks...like..."
Riku caught the 'it' segment, and tried to take it as best as he could.
"Axel, don't you recognize me?"
The redhead sharpened his glare, then glanced towards Sora.
"Sora, explain this right now, or I'll let Roxas go." The blonde looked equally eager to Axel-- either to beat the half-life out of Riku's body, or know who this new figure is.
The brunette didn't bat an eye, and stepped forward, almost directly in front of Riku.
"He's exactly who he looks like, Axel. Yes, it's him. This is Riku."
Axel's glare didn't improve, and he released the wild blonde boy. This person called Roxas closed the gap between himself and Sora.
Clang!
The motions were so incredibly quick, Riku hadn't seen either Sora nor Roxas withdraw enormous swords. Each man pushed against the other's sword, glaring.
"Sora, it's not your friend- Let me put this thing out of it's misery."
The brunette held his ground, growling back in retort,
"No. It's him, it's real!"
Roxas rolled his eyes, snarling,
"I don't want to hurt you, little brother..."
The silverette glowered; Cloud was Sora's only brother. Who the hell was this brat to call Riku the imposter?
"But Sora, there's no other way to go about removing the heartless, and he is a heartless; I helped bury him. You know-"
"You're the imposter, you're acting just like Cloud! You even called Sora your brother! Why do you assume it's me?"
Roxas' glare met Riku's eyes yet again, colder this time.
"Shut up!"
The blonde ducked, swinging his leg around in a low, circular kick. Sora's feet were swept from underneath him, and, in mid-fall, Roxas kicked him yet again. Hard in the stomach, he was flying towards Axel, who caught him and held his arms against his sides.
Sora struggled in the redhead's arms, while Roxas straightened up.
"Roxas!" The blonde ignored him. "Axel, listen to me! Zexion has run every test we could think of! I didn't think he was real either, but it's him! His eyes, Axel, his eyes. He has a heart!"
The redhead's eyes widened.
"Are you sure?"
"I saw it myself."
Axel released Sora, jumping forward to grab Roxas by the waist, and pull him to the floor (it was so rough and sudden, Roxas dropped his weapon). Axel panted,
"Don't. Don't, Roxas."
The blonde glared at the redhead, squirming to reach his sword.
"Why not?
"He's one of the original island survivors, like me and Sora, and yes, him."
Roxas stilled, averting his gaze to the floor.
"Really?"
I was hoping to make up for the slowness with the little AkuRoku action we got in this one. :D
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