So, i've recently become obsessed with Avenged Sevenfold and have ordered tickets to their concert Nov. 4th. LAWL. It's hott. So far no reviews. Except for Ems. YER AWESHUM!! But don't worry, what's to come in the story for Demyx is SURE to make you happy. 8DDDD It's soley for you. lawl. I'm getting uber hott thinking we're almost halfway done! Atleast with the first book. Three more after this to come! Oo
Legend of the Crimson Dawn
Voyage of the Crimson Dawn
Tales of the Crimson Dawn
The Legendary Crimson Dawn
in that specific order. Me'n Lady Scarlet (Ramen) have been going over what's going to happen, and we're excited. :D absolute fuckin lutely excited! I hope peoples reviews... ;;;; reviews make me happy. BUT NONE THE LESS!!
I will continue to forge on, with Ramen at my side, until we get to the pearly gates at the end. YAOI PARADISE!! There will be plenty of scenes to come. One in the next two chapters I'm sure. Maybe more than one. ;D So Worry not fellow fans! (If there are any.)
From the Desk of,
The Cornflake Girl aka Lady Pickles
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The time had long since passed the rendezvous spot. Luxord looked to the mansion with a thick frown, before leaning over and grabbing his sword, attaching it to his hip.
"Where are you going?" Demyx snapped, irritable. Luxord looked over his shoulder at him.
"To get our wayward thief Mr. Nightrow." Luxord said softly, and then turned to pull his long brown duster on, which was worn and it looked like the rain was going to pour. Luxord looked up to the sky, and frowned darkly. Pulling on a hat, he began to walk off the boat. Demyx looked worried.
"You think he ran?"
"Don't know. Maybe. Or he could be caught."
"Then I'm coming." Demyx said hurriedly, as he grabbed a sword, the other one Luxord owned that he used sometimes. He began to place the belt on. Luxord ignored him, and continued to walk off the boat, leaving the musician running after him.
Their trek over the town went mostly undisturbed, except when Luxord slammed Demyx against the wall, looking at the troops who were beginning to pass. He groaned, something almost indistinguishable from a moan of pleasure, and before Demyx knew it, Luxord was kissing him, their lips locked together, in a heated battle. The pirate captain had his larger body pressing the slightly slimmer body of the musician into the wall.
"What the…" the soldier who had ambled over to see what was with the people, suddenly looked disgusted by the sight, and was hurriedly leaving. Luxord broke the kiss and turned to see if they were gone, earning a whack to the back of his head.
"The hell was that for!" Demyx nearly shrieked. His face was red, lips swollen, and he could only think about the body that was pressed against him. He wanted that body to thrust against him, but he didn't want the person attached to that body. Just those lips and that devilish… "I'm diseased!"
"You'll live." Luxord said blandly, as he turned the corner, looking left and right, and then jogging low o the ground near a house, keeping to the shadows, doing whatever it took to get the job done.
"Go to hell."
"Gladly."
They continued down the path for awhile, before Luxord stopped, and stared over at a group who had a well known redhead between them, moving from the mansion.
"He didn't run away!" Demyx almost sounded too happy.
"For now." Luxord growled, as he slipped closer to the group, noticing they knew who Axel was. Before he even knew what he was doing, his body was moving for him, as he lunged for Axel, breaking the crowd, taking the redhead with him as he rolled across the ground, shoving the thief behind him, sword drawn, hair ruffled, and the rain beginning to pour, his hat lost in the jump.
"Pirate!" One of the guards yelled as they came at Luxord, who leapt up and met him sword for sword, moving left and right, as if this was most natural to him. He spun slightly, and began to hack at one mans leg.
He'd taken two down, before a third soldier had shot Luxord in the side, the red blossoming down his red shirt. He faltered, and that's when Demyx jumped out, his sword swinging. He proved to be a classy fighter, dancing with his opponents, rather than smashing against them. His a dance f beauty, as Luxord joined in, the pirate captains a dance of experience and death. Demyx tried hard not to kill his opponents, and left them on the ground wounded.
A shot rang out, intended for the musician, but it never met. Luxord had pushed the musician out, taking the hit to the right thigh, the bullet piercing the muscle. His leg spasmed, and he swung his cutlass to take out the mans throat.
"Always kill your opponent!" Luxord growled at Demyx. His cold fury was must scarier than if he had screamed at the man, as he held his side lightly, and glared at the Musician. "You're a talented fighter, but if you can't kill, then stay out of the way." He huffed, and began to walk in the direction of the boat, Demyx rushing to help Axel up.
The captain had proved himself a fighter, and experienced with pain, but as heartless as ever. They moved in a single direction, and were silent until they reached the boat.
Once Luxord had sat down heavily in his chair to his desk, the map splayed over the top, Luxord looked at Axel who looked just a bit abused, and Demyx who looked more than embarrassed.
"You got the map?" Luxord asked, his face as neutral as ever. He felt faint, and his voice was weak, but he needed to know. Besides, there were no doctors aboard the blasted ship.
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Axel looked from one blond to another. "You fools call that a rescue?"
When Luxord just stared at him from where he sat behind his desk, Axel sighed and pulled out the second piece of the map, slapping it down, grumbling about not being paid enough for all the abuse.
Demyx huffed and kept his eyes steadfastly trained to the back wall, keeping quiet. After that clumsy display of leaving his enemies alive, he'd best stay out of the way as best he could for a while. "You really should let someone tend to your wounds," the musician grumbled, as if to himself.
Axel snorted and bent over the map piece he'd just retrieved. "Yeah, wouldn't want the almighty captain to bleed to death, oh such a dishonorable death…I would've been better off telling you to shove it…"
Glaring at the redhead for being so disrespectful…and annoying, Demyx reached out to pop Axel upside the head. "Is it possible for you to not be an ass for five seconds?"
"Is it possible for you to go five minutes without getting mad about something?" Axel shot back, turning to return the glare. "And if I keep taking blows to the head like this I'm not going to be able to keep translating your precious map, oh great Luxord, so tell him to knock it off!"
Demyx smacked Axel again, and this time, Axel smacked Demyx back…right across the face…which led to both grown men chasing one another around the desk, pausing every now and then to lunge across Luxord's lap and flap their hands at each other's faces.
Luxord tiredly closed his eyes, leaning his forehead into the hand propped on his desk, the other tightly pressed against his still bleeding side. "I must be insane…" he muttered to himself. "Enough,"
When the two continued, Luxord straightened and slammed his fist on the desk, making both men freeze and cast their eyes over at the stiff figure demanding their attention.
"I said enough." The blond didn't even have to raise his voice for the other two to get the message that they were irritating the boss. "Where the hell are we going, Axel?"
The redhead blinked before leaning his head back, sighing at the ceiling. "Ugh, Tortuga, almighty one."
"Thank you…now kindly get the hell out of here…both of you."
"Yes, sir," Demyx muttered, quickly leaving.
Axel lingered for a few moments, just to be condescending. Finally, he sighed again and turned, saluting the man slumped behind his desk sarcastically before shutting the door firmly behind him.
Once clear of the captain, Axel pulled his hand back as if to strike the young blond again, satisfied when Demyx flinched away. "You're such a little pansy."
"And you're such an ass," Demyx replied easily, moving back to his position at the helm. Axel followed out of sheer boredom. He had nothing to do until they got to the next map piece, which led to days of nothing to do…that he filled with irritating any and all he could.
"Yeah, I am." The redhead agreed with an air of pride. "And I'm totally your hero because of it."
Demyx tried to hide his small smile at that, rechecking the navigation before deeming them on course. "Just keep telling yourself that, Axel…one day, someone will believe you."
Axel leaned against the rail, watching the younger boy silently for a moment before grinning.
"I'd say that someone already does."
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Luxord strode up onto the deck the next day, holding one of his maps out. Demyx and Axel were called to come see them, although he chose to ignore the somewhat budding air between the two, he couldn't deny it. He stole glances occasionally at Axel, but that was all. His heart sunk to his toes. He hoped it was just the pain. Flattening the map out, he told them the plan.
"The next map is in Tortuga, which I'm assuming, it will be in the Silver Den." Luxord began, looking at Xigbar, he was inspecting the map just a tag too closely for mild interest of a second in command.
"Really?"
"Yes, if our translator here is correct." Luxord sighed, and rubbed his forehead remembering the childish fit Demyx and Axel were having last night. His face had lost all color. It had taken him all his strength just to dress, and whatever reserves he had to get up those steps.
Axel just scoffed, choosing not to answer to that. Luxord looked at Axel with a tad bit of worry creasing his brow. Marluxia, the long arms expert was nearby, hated Luxord and even he was a tad worried about the near ghost expression of their captain.
"So, we'll set of there. If Mr. Nightrow would be kind enough to lead us in this direction, I'll retire to my quarters for the next few…" He stopped, pressing a hand to his side. It came away slick with blood. He felt faint, and his limbs turned to jelly in an instant, as he crumbled, Xigbar catching him, before he fell to the ground.
"Ally oop captain. Needn't you dyin' on us yet." He said, as Marluxia came over to help lift him up. His legs dangled limply over the side, and his head lolled back at a sickening angle, as they began to heft him down the stairs, drops of crimson red liquid left in their wake.
Demyx's eyes were wide in response to this. He didn't like the captain, but at least the man gave him a job, and had even gone as far as rescuing Axel. He looked over at the redhead, and there was something that made him feel…. Giddy, in a weird sort of way. As if the world had just become brighter, a better, more…. Wonderful place to be. He shook his head.
"What if he dies?" Demyx asked softly, wondering if they'd be kicked off the boat, or if their late captains orders would be respected.
Axel never answered.
The following week was bustling. Luxord was arguing irritably with his crew, as he remained on his feet, refusing to lie down. He snarled at anyone who dared to come near him. In the end, Xigbar and a few others pinned him down, while someone dragged the bullets out of him, then using a hot iron, they burned the flesh closed, causing a sharp tortured scream to erupt from the captains lips. For the next few days after that, Luxord refused to speak, his throat raw and burning. He still felt the hot iron on his flesh, and could not sleep at night. It ailed him that something so trivial would bother him so. But he refused to show weakness.
By the time they got to Tortuga, Luxord knew something was up between Demyx and Axel. They would trade glances, occasionally Axel would boyishly tease the musician, and in response, the musician would brush their hands together. Luxord didn't know why, but every time that happened, he'd feel sick. Not the good sick, but the kind that brought out the all too familiar green monster in him. He shoved these thoughts aside, as he threw himself into the task at hand.
He had other more important things to worry about.
"DOCKING AT TORTUGA!!" Marluxia hailed from the mast, as he slid down, his pink hair a beacon in the light. Luxord smiled grimly, as he dressed in his loose black blouse, a pair of black breeches, black boots, and a black leather vest. His sword and pistols on his hips, he waited for Axel and Demyx to join him.
Demyx wearing his now worn out tux, and Axel wearing near rags, with a few clothing provided for him from Luxord's closet. They both looked more than amped to be getting off the boat. Luxord didn't feel the need to remind them of anything as Xigbar and Marluxia came with them off the boat.
They made their way across the town, and over into a tavern that was three stories, and not very wide. It was thick with smoke and laden with other alcoholic substances. Luxord seemed to relax as they found their way through the maze, he picking his way across the pirates. Luxord looked around.
"Search the place, where ever you choose to look. Anyone gives you a problem, send them my way." Luxord growled, as he disappeared into the crowd, his tall frame suddenly gone.
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"Do you really think the captain should be walking around?" Demyx asked worriedly, staring at the empty space where said man had only moments ago given orders and disappeared.
Axel snorted. "Please, they got the bullets out. They closed the wounds. He'll live. He wouldn't be up and moving otherwise." Dropping the condescending tone, Axel grinned over at the blond at his side. "Besides, it'll take more than a few bullets to keep that man down. Luxord's too irritating to lie down and die like a good boy."
Demyx shook his head lightly, glancing warily around at the less than reputable tavern as he and Axel began to wander around, scoping the scene. Though what they were supposed to be looking for, the musician couldn't be too certain. Some of the men in this tavern seemed beasts to the slight blond, towering over them and as burly as a gorilla.
His fears were reigned in, however, when Axel grabbed firmly onto his hand, pulling Demyx behind as the redhead led them towards the tables in the back where several men and even a woman here and there were gambling.
In the time it had taken them to arrive in the port of Tortuga, he and the thief had gotten closer out of boredom. Because they lacked skills in actually sailing a ship, they were told to stay out of the way unless needed, which wasn't often. That led to many days and nights spent lazing generally out of the way and staring at the sky, talking about nothing, getting in trouble with everyone… sappy as it may sound, Demyx couldn't help but admit that he was hopelessly attracted. The chemistry between them was nearly explosive. And lately, their days and nights forced together out of boredom had been spent doing…more unmentionable things than star gazing.
Axel paused by a table, giving Demyx's hand a light squeeze when the blond pressed closer against him as some rather rough looking men passed. They made sure to keep their joined hands hidden. The last thing they needed was for their relationship to make a scene.
Just as the redhead was ready to lead them away from the gambling tables, he spotted something that made his mouth go dry and his heart kick into high gear. "Demyx," he whispered.
Demyx leaned closer, peering over Axel's shoulder towards the table the redhead discreetly pointed to with his free hand. Sitting in a pile of coins, jewels and pins, perched a very familiar piece of weathered brown paper.
"Is that what I think it is?" Demyx asked quietly. Axel nodded slowly.
"I think it is…I'm going to snatch…but I need a distraction."
The blond looked around before shrugging. "How are you going to manage that?"
Grinning from ear to ear, Axel stole a quick kiss from the musician. "I'm not…you are." With that, Axel let go of Demyx's had and gave him a rather rough shove into the nearest table. "Good luck!"
Once the blond came in contact with the table, falling on top of it and disrupting a group's drinks and dice game, the men immediately stood, chairs toppling over and grabbed onto the musician who squeaked in fright. Just before a fist could slam into his face, Demyx slipped from the man's grasp like a fish fresh from the water, dodging away as the world above him exploded into violence and cursing.
Meanwhile, seeing that Demyx was alright, Axel gave the blond a thumbs up from the other side of the tavern, swooping in to snag the map piece while all around bottles and chairs, knives and people were thrown and punched into walls.
Axel was just about to make a break for the door when he felt a knife cut into his arm. Hissing, he drew away to see several of the men who'd been gambling for the map advancing on him. When he saw Demyx trying to work his way over, Axel shouted out for him to find the Luxord and the rest and to get away.
"You little thief!" one of the men growled, taking another swipe at the redhead.
Dodging, Axel groaned over hearing that term applied to him in such a way…again. "Oh for the love of fuck…" and then his attention was drawn back to the men still advancing, driving him into a corner.
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For Christ's sake, did EVERYWHERE he had to go have to erupt in total chaos?! Luxord groaned as he was thrown into the fight, hoping the others were fine. He threw someone over the bar, and then felt someone smash a bottle into his shoulder. Ever since he met THOSE two, his life had become hell. He continued to fight, though he knew the whole thing was pointless.
But it just got fucking worse the moment SHE came through the door.
Her long, slender body strode through the door with a few of her men. Her blonde gar and flashing green eyes stared at them men as they all quieted down.
The she bitch was here.
Luxord looked around, and saw Xigbar and Marluxia squeezing Axel and Demyx out back. He smiled mirthlessly, and tried to make an exit.
"Luxord LeBlanc."
The shrill voice chilled him to the marrow. He shivered, and looked over his shoulder.
"Yes Larxene?" He asked in false modesty, turning to look at her.
"Looking less… fashionable these days Luxy."
Luxord bristled at the nickname. "And you're looking more and more like the she devil you truly are."
Larxene smiled coldly, and walked through the bar with a purpose. "I hear you're after treasure."
"I hear you're after a new sex toy."
He felt the cold slap hit him across the face, as his cheek reddened.
"I saw your friends LeBlanc. Don't think I won't get them." She hissed.
"Who, the potter, or the shoe maker?"
Smack.
"Don't test me LeBlanc! I will do the same thing I did to you years ago now, if I need to." She snarled, and Luxord swore he could see steam rising from her nostrils. He felt his cheek stinging, a small drip of blood from her nail had pierced him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his four companions watching. They'd intervene at a moment's notice. Well… Xigbar and Marluxia would. Maybe Demyx.
"I'd suggest you'd slowly back off before you do something rash Larxene. I have a few things to take care off."
The blonde woman smiled cruelly, and she patted his cheek. "You poor thing, you always are getting the short end of the stick. Don't worry. Send my love to Demdem, and my eternal hatred to Axypoo."
Luxord stood there long after she'd left.
"God I hate that she banshee."