Lol! hi again! We're bck, and this is awesome! He'd have dished it out sooner, but Ramen-is-my-goddess was on holiday so, thusly, we couldn't continue ofr a few days. Sadness. BUT WE'RE BACK! ;D
I'm hoping to possibly get the third chappie up tomorrow. Hoping to. I'm also hoping for some reviews. It'd help with telling us how we're doing!
LoL. But we shall continue. FOR THE PEACE OF MIND THAT WE NEED TO GET THIS STORY OUT BEFORE IT DRIVES US NUTS!!
:3 we have the ending picked out already, and you'll never guess it. Seriously, it's so beyond cliche'... it's like... not.
Expect plenty of tissues duckies. :3
From the desk of,
The Cornflake Girl aka Lady Pickles
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"Pirates?!" Demyx replied shocked, once again. He was staring at the tall blonde pirate captain who slung off his hat, and was strolling around the deck. They'd been sailing since evening, and it was now dawn of early light.
"You must be around here somewhere." Luxord smiled grimly, as he strolled through the boat. He ignored the musician that was hot on his heels.
"Excuse me! Captain Luxord, if that IS your real name…"
"Luxord LeBlanc at your service Mr. Sir."
"It's Demyx Nightrow thank you."
"Nightrow? Ah. My mistake." Luxord dipped behind a stairwell. He had to be getting close.
"Yes, your mistake, because you see, I'm not a pirate!" Demyx hissed.
"I've noticed."
"I shouldn't be here!"
"I know."
"Take me back at once!" Demyx demanded, stomping his foot on the wooden deck of the boat. He suddenly regretted it, as soon as he saw the broad set of those shoulders stiffen, and the Captain slowly turned to face him, his azure eyes blazing, barely contained fury.
"I would advise you to never take your anger on my boat again Mr. Nightrow." Luxord said curtly, his voice was a rough drawl, the British accent prominent.
"Then take. Me. Back. Now!" Demyx hissed, hoping his new found bravery would help him. Instead he found a large calloused hand cupping his chin, and suddenly, the captains face naught a scant inch from his own. He could smell the whisky and the sea on his breath, he could almost taste the salty air that extruded from his countenance. Demyx had always said there was a certain smell a seaman had, that made you long for the sea yourself. Made you wish you were on the waves, or on a beach.
"Do not give me orders Mr. Nightrow, and we shall become good friends. The best of friends if you stay out of my way until next Harbor in St. Kitts."
Demyx almost felt those lips move against his, and he nearly fainted right there. He knew he never really fancied women, except for that one lass… and she really turned his tastes down for any future ladies in his acquaintance, but he was sure if this pirate, this ruffian didn't let go of him soon, a tent would soon form in his breeches. 'Would that be enough to throw me overboard?!' Demyx thought dryly.
"I will not cease to be silent about this. My stuff was back in Santiago! How to you suppose I go back to get it?"
"That, Mr. Nightrow, is the true nature of this plight, and one I do not have an answer for." Luxord smiled grimly.
"Captain LeBlanc…." Demyx hissed. Luxord looked down at the blondes lips and smirked.
"Perhaps we can continue this another day, Nightrow." He turned and threw a barrel neatly out of the way, revealing the tiny redhead in their midst. He looked up at them with amazing green eyes, and both blondes immediately went silent. Luxord was the first to recover. "We have company I see. Axel Sinclair I presume?"
"Don't hurt me!! I didn't do it!!" Axel wailed as he threw his arms up to cover his face. Luxord watched him with sharp azure eyes, taking in his womanly form, from his luscious hips, to his tiny frame, to long legs that just needed to be wrapped around someone's waist. Preferably his. Most definitely naked.
"I'm not going to hurt you Mr. Sinclair, but I do have a favor to ask of you. You will get paid." Luxord said as he reached a hand out to the redhead. His spikes intrigued him, and he wondered how he was able to keep them in such a ridiculous manner. He smiled, feeling the man's silken smooth skin on his own rough hand and pulled him up.
"P… payment eh?" He said after a moment, but that was before Demyx landed a punch straight in his face.
"That's for my wallet, now give it back thief!" Demyx shouted, and was constrained by the captain, as he tried to haul foreword.
"Restrain yourself Nightrow! This is MY ship, and I will punish, or commend people I desire to."
"He has my wallet!"
"And he'll give it back. Won't you?" Luxord said, looking to the crumpled thief on the ground.
"You HAD to go the for face!" Axel looked up, revealing the swollen lip, and the split in his bottom lip, with blood starting to trickle down. "The face!"
"I'll aim for an eye!" Demyx tried to lung again, only Luxord constraining him, which took a surprising amount of his strength. The other ones of his men were beginning to run over and try to hold Demyx back, as Luxord let him go.
"Both of you! Enough!" Luxord shouted hoarsely. He hated yelling, it wasn't his thing. But it got the two men to look in his direction.
"Demyx settle yourself. Axel, the wallet."
"I don't have it."
"Mr. Sinclair, I know for a fact you stole it, I saw it with my own eyes. Anyone with less knowledge might have missed it, but rest assured I didn't." The captain sighed. "I will strip you down if I have to."
'Not that I wouldn't enjoy it.' Luxord thought, then shoved those thoughts away. He had no time for silly, foolish thieves who stole from musicians. Only a treasure map.
"Mr. Sinclair, please, the wallet."
"Oh…. Fuck a duck, fine." Axel huffed, and pulled the wallet from his breeches, handing them to Luxord, warm from his bare flesh against them. Luxord then handed the wallet to Demyx, and nodded at the men to let him go, keeping his body between the two.
"Apologize please." Luxord stared at the redhead, who flinched under his rough, hard gaze.
"Fuck…." He whined, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry for taking the damn wallet."
"Apology accepted." Demyx said, smiling warmly now, pocketing his wallet, looking as if the whole ordeal was over, although to a trained eye, they could see the accusation and anger still lurking in those sky blue eyes.
"Good. Now that that is settled, let's get down to business. Now tell me Axel… what do you know of… treasure maps? Particularly Xemnas' treasure map. It's written in German, so I was hoping, for a portion of our findings, that you'd be willing to translate. " Luxord asked, looking at the thief with bright, hopeful eyes.
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Still rubbing his face and muttering curses under his breath, Axel glared up at the taller blond. Finally, dropping his hands with a sigh, the redhead propped a fist on his hip. "You're seriously going to let blondie back there get away with punching my precious face, and then turn around and ask that I help you? Please…"
"Who the hell are you calling 'blondie', carrot top?" the musician apparently named Demyx demanded.
"You're only tough because you've got Mr. Treasure to hide behind." Axel shot back. When the two of them got into an intense glaring contest, the captain sighed.
While hiding, and obviously not very well, Axel had gleaned most of the conversations, mainly from his bidders. They'd already set sail, were heading far away from where he was wanted as a thief, and now he was getting the opportunity of a lifetime…wait, why was he refusing services again?
"Okay, okay," Axel finally gave in. "How much are we talking here?"
Luxord answered almost immediately. "An even portion that will be divided among the crew."
"Eh…" the thief purposefully looked away, turning to lean against the railing and staring out over the waves. "I suppose that's a decent offer…"
A long silence ensued before another sigh broke through it. "A two percent increase of the original offer then."
Axel sniffed, rubbing a finger over his split lip with a wince. "Hmm…"
"Five percent."
"You're really set on this treasure, aren't ya?" Axel didn't even need to wait to know the answer. Any man willing to pay that much, to go to such expense, must have his heart truly enthralled by such a legendary treasure. "Fine…but make it six percent, plus damages…and you have to dump the kid at next port."
"Fuck you!"
"Not today, I'll get back to you on that though." When Demyx tried to lunge at Axel again, the redhead jumped back and laughed. "Hey, kid, where's your wallet?"
Glaring daggers at the thief, the musician retorted hotly. "In my pocket. Away from you."
"Are you sure?"
Raising an eyebrow, the blond warily reached into his pocket and pulled the item in question out, releasing a breath of relief to find it still there…and least until the redhead snatched it away with a 'thank-you'. "HEY!"
"Never trust a thief, kid…so, about this map," Axel turned away from a fuming Demyx, who was struggling to get close enough to the redheaded trickster to choke him. "If I'm going to translate, I think it's only fair I get at least one look at it…I promise I won't steal it. Thief's honor."
"Thieves HAVE no honor!" Demyx screamed.
Luxord shrugged, deeming to ignore the rattled blond just like everyone else around them. "Very well."
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As the boat swayed, over waves that swelled under them. Demyx groaned slightly at the sight of food. It pissed him off that nothing was fresh. The food wasn't fresh, the water wasn't fresh, heck, and even the company wasn't fresh! They'd been on this blasted boat for days, and the only person he's had to talk to was that stupid thief. Although… he was slightly better company than the captain, when he chose to be civil. He did get a kick out of the two arguing though. Or semi-arguing, he corrected himself. More like, it was Axel yelling at Luxord, and Luxord just staring on, his mind made up, and no one had ANY say in the matter. At all.
Sighing in annoyance, the musician rolled on his side, and wished he had something to play. It was so damn boring on this boat, that he felt like he was going to die. His bright blue eyes caught sight of the captain again, who was crouched on the railing, thinking. He knew he was thinking, because Luxord always got this look on his face. A distant far off look, with brows furrowed, and his jaw tense, occasionally he grated his teeth. Demyx hated the sound of grated teeth.
"When do we reach the god damn…. Town or whatever?" Axel sighed dramatically as he arched his back over the railing. Demyx saw his flat belly and raised a brow.
"Tortuga." Luxord said softly. His eyes flickered to Axel's arched body, and he greedily took the sight in before looking back out onto the water. "Before the week is out I suppose."
Axel didn't seemed to pleased with this answer and huffed again, crossing his arms. Demyx could see it now, if they didn't kill each other today, they would try to at least once before this entire adventure was over. They remained in companionable silence, Demyx finally gave up on the food, and took the cup of rum he had, and took a swing. He hated rum.
Something caught the musician's eye, and he stood instantly, staring off about two clicks from where they were headed. "You're in the wrong degree."
Luxord and Axel looked at him, and the pirate hopped up, walking over to stand next to him. "Hn. What makes you say that?"
Demyx pointed in the direction he was looking. "Your boat, and your sails. They're off." He said, and then went off into an explanation about how the wind went in the direction of the town, that he needed to turn his sails the proper way, and the direction of the sun. All this he was doing in his head, and Luxord watched with mild fascination. When Demyx was finished, Axel turned and looked to Xigbar,
"Ready the hoist, and turn those sails approximately twenty four inches to the right." Luxord said, before turning to Demyx, a wry smile on his face.
"How would you like to earn your keep and get some treasure."
"Work with the pirates?!" Demyx looked incredulous.
"You have good navigation skills. You're a natural seaman. Tell me, have you ever thought about going after treasure, becoming rich?"
"No."
"Hn. Pity." Luxord smiled grimly, and patted the man's shoulder. "Well today you will. I'll give you six percent, plus pay you your wages as a navigational helms man." Luxord said, putting his hand on his hip. Demyx was staring at him.
"But that… that was… was…"
"Yes."
"And I get to…"
"Yes."
The blonde man stared at the other blonde, and he was silent for quite some time, before laying his hand down, and grinning. "I'm so in."
"Good. Now get to work."
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Getting to their destination was a hell in and of itself. The whole crew onboard Luxord's almighty ship of pirates, were a bore and a half. And after their initial irritation with each other, Axel figured that Demyx wasn't all that bad…just easily riled…which made for some serious entertainment. He was cute when he got all mad…
As for the illustrious captain himself, however, that man seriously drove the redhead up the wall. He was just so…stoic all the time. Even when speaking of his treasure, Luxord never lightened up. And the man couldn't take a joke. Come on, stealing a man's britches in the night and stringing them up the mast with the sails could only be seen as a humorous happening…certainly not an attempt at being annoying and defiling another's privacy…that's just ridiculous!
But finally, oh thank the gods finally, they made it to their destination, and finally, Axel got to put his skills to good use…though if one were to ask the thief, his skills were ALWAYS put to good use…for him.
Awaiting nightfall, Axel easily snuck into the mansion. His target? The next piece of the treasure map. He was to break in, steal, get away, translate, and get ready to do the same thing all over again with the next piece. Man, this job was already paying off!
An open window was his means of entry, and it was simple enough to navigate through the darkened halls to the study.
Axel felt his heart begin to beat faster, that small, tingling feel that always came with doing something bad assailing him. And he lived for that rush. It only got better when you got away with it.
Once in the study, the redhead sat back in the large, wing-backed chair, propping his dirty boots on the pristine desktop as he searched through it's drawers. Humming lightly to himself, Axel rummaged through numerous papers, none of them being what he was looking for. "Well, damn." He slammed the last drawer shut and got to his feet, spotting a cabinet on the other side of the room. He went over, picked the lock and… "Jackpot."
With the map piece safely stored in his breast pocket, Axel crossed his arms behind his head and strolled back through the main hall, whistling to himself.
And his carelessness was once again his downfall.
He'd only just stepped out the front doors, when the house flared to life behind him. Lamp light spilled over the redhead, who's eyes had gone wide enough to bug out of his head. He spun around to see the master of the house and several others storming after him.
"Ah, fuck!" Axel groaned as he tried to run, only to have someone grab onto his leg, sending him falling painfully to the ground below.
"THIEF!"
He was starting to get sick of hearing that all the time.