Author's Note: oy, two chapters about drunkness at once...goodness...when will the madness end?! see the latest chapter to my sequel to sex ed had bar stuff...and now the pirates are getting all the action...with more booty attached. oh, roxas, you sneak. XDD
i need to go fine a manga store...like now. XO the manga is cheap where i am. wahh! it's sooo much like heaven...a polluted heaven. whee!
is axel a sadist? possibly...XO
Chapter 5: Blaming the Rum
"Ah, so he's cooperating, is he?"
"He's a true pirate already."
"Will you shut up? Talking nonsense like that is what gets you thrown overboard."
"You're the bastard that's talking all the nonsense. Just lookit 'im; lookit yourself! He's more of a pirate than you!"
"You're just saying that because it makes you look like the captain."
"Hey, calm down, both of you."
"Who's paying attention to you?!"
It was definitely chaos when Roxas stepped on board. Even one step on deck and everyone on the crew knew he was there. They immediately broke out in sneering at him; a good majority of them bothering to thrust their hands out and push him over to one side into the arms of another member.
The whole time they played, Roxas kept his eyes at the floor and his face straight. It wouldn't make sense to show emotion.
It had gotten pretty dark outside with the last streak of orange blending into the darkest purple out on the horizon. Roxas couldn't spot the stars just yet, but it wasn't like he wanted to. They'd just remind him of home too much.
The pirate that had let him out of the cell was at his left arm, not even holding on tightly with his thin hand. He was the same one that had sent him down the brig earlier. He led him through the crowd, frown drawn on his face, eyes staring straight ahead in a mysterious manner. He didn't much care that people were tossing him along with Roxas.
Biting his lower lip, Roxas cringed when he felt someone bump against his already bruised wrists.
"Looks like he's feeling the pain, isn't he?"
"Not enough for him?"
Before he could turn to the owner of the voices, Roxas felt every muscle in his body fail. With a rough punch to his right arm, he lost his balance and shot to the left. The man that had been holding him obviously noticed it before it happened at let go, taking a single step in front of him to avoid getting caught in a tangle.
"Guh!" Roxas nearly choked when his body collided with the nearest 'something'. He couldn't tell what it was since his eyes were forced shut from the pain. Trying to find the smallest bit of comfort, he shifted on his feet and nudged his cheek on what he was leaning against, groaning miserably.
He didn't expect the thing to be warm...or soft. At first he imagined a pole, a canon, something hard that would make him bleed for show. With curiosity getting the better of him, Roxas cracked one eye open when he felt something being laid on his shoulder.
Shivering, his eyes traveled to his arm where he spotted a hand gripping him. Not good.
Why was it that all their meetings began like this?
"Nice to see that you were so eager to visit," Axel said, bending down to Roxas' height with a grin on his face. Their eyes instantly locked. Roxas had no other choice but to keep it that way. Just like that, the crew fell silent and all that was left to hear was the moaning of the ship.
Roxas let out a sharp breath and calmly blinked his eyes, just waiting for Axel to continue. It suddenly occurred to him that he had been nuzzling Axel's chest.
"Enjoying your time in the brig?"
"Not as much as you'd like me to," Roxas replied, keeping his head straight even while Axel began circling around him like some kind of vulture.
"What, you honestly think that I'd want you to stay down there? It was your own decision, right? I thought that my room was more suitable for you."
While a couple of the men surrounding them began to snicker, Axel stopped at Roxas' left side and leaned in closer to his ear. Roxas swore that he could almost feel him smirk against his skin. "I wouldn't even want to be sent down to that dark, disgusting place."
Now that Roxas thought about it, and since Axel put it that way, comparing that room to the brig left him wondering if he'd done a stupid thing in trying to break away. But that was Axel's room. Not the best place to be...right?
Roxas balled his hands into fists and gently shook them; listening to the jingle of the chains and feeling it vibrate into his arms. "You wanted me for something?"
Axel cutely smiled and pushed away. He tapped a finger against his lips and gazed out at the sea, his teal eyes flashing something brilliant. With his back still turned and a hand on one jutted out hip, he replied, seeing that the boy was so keen to know.
"Being a part of this crew means that you partake in the jobs of the crew. It only makes sense; crew members were meant to care for the ship. Without a ship, we don't run anywhere...and that would be...boring. I hate boring. But, no more rambling." Axel's voice suddenly dropped and became so serious and deep that it sent chills up and down Roxas' body.
"First things first," Axel slapped a hand against the railing of the ship, "the deck needs a good rub down every now and then. Transitioning from that you can use what water you have left to clean out the canons, don't you dare get the gunpowder wet, and then re-tie them. Speaking of re-tying," he then took his hand and grabbed onto a nearby net that hung from the edge of the railing towards the top of the sails, "tighten all the ropes in these nets. We don't want people stupidly falling to their death. That's wasting lives, which is a shame."
Roxas slightly dropped his jaw. He honestly had to do work?
"If you're a real dare devil, which I know you are, you'll climb up the net to the canvases where you can start patching those holes. Come back down and make sure there's enough candles left in the lanterns for when it gets dark out. The rest of the work goes to the rest of the crew, got that?"
Still processing the work through his head, Roxas forced himself to nod a bit unhappily. Honestly, with all that work assigned to him, what was left for the crew?
"Oh, almost forgot."
Roxas rolled his eyes and grumbled in his head when he heard that.
"You can clean the windows in the captain's quarters. Haven't been able to see clearly through them for a while now. You can start doing that when everything is taken care of. Sound good to you?"
As much as it didn't, again Roxas had no choice. If he didn't want to "walk the plank" or what ever the hell pirates did to kill, he had to do as the captain ordered. He had to be able to survive long enough...hopefully learning about the ship in the process. If he did that, maybe he could manage to escape.
"When do you expect me to start?" he asked, coldly.
"You can start right now. And do it fast so you don't get caught in a rain cloud if the ship happens to go through one." Chuckling, Axel slowly turned back to face all of them. With that stare, Roxas thought, Axel managed to get the rest of the crew scrambling to their feet, returning to their stations on deck or below.
He was left with his hands still bounded together.
"And how to you expect me to start working if I can't even roll my wrists?" Roxas cocked an eyebrow at Axel. He finally thought that he had him in a dumb moment.
But when Axel continued to stare down at him the same way he had been, Roxas felt his remark getting shot right back at him.
"Those cuffs aren't as strong as you think they are. Trust me, excruciating pain and bleeding isn't my style, Roxas." With that note, Axel took another second to enjoy his gloating before walking away from the boy, twirling the key that had been resting on his neck around his finger.
Roxas literally felt the bruising being lifted away from his hands. He could actually feel the blood being able to reach every bit of his fingers again. While he stared down at his fingers, he twitched them and noticed that the cuffs were just at least an inch looser than they had been.
He couldn't have...done that?
With a doubtful scoff, Roxas began dragging himself to the far end of the deck where one of the members was nice enough to give him what he needed to clean the deck.
"Roxas," he murmured in reply to the first thing any of them bothered to ask.
"Demyx," the dirty blonde haired man responded, draping a dirty rag over his shoulder. He said it secretively, hunching over the ground like he was about to pick something up. "I'm not allowed to mingle with the people we take, so don't mention this to anyone."
Roxas hung his head. There really was no such thing as making friends, and he wasn't about to try.
"Better get off and do what you're supposed to do. If you don't, you're gonna end up singing like the rest of us."
Roxas opened his mouth to respond but didn't get the chance to force anything out; Demyx was already walking away toward the lower deck, humming out of all things. He guessed that Demyx said something that he shouldn't have said.
What was so bad about singing?
xxXXxx
"There...that should hold you." It had to be in the dead of night when Roxas got through the last of the nets on the deck. He stepped away from it and wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve, His palms were a little scuffed up from gripping ropes for the past few hours. On top of that, his eyes were drooping at an incredible rate every minute or two.
Shaking his head, Roxas groaned and turned on one side, leaning his body against the wooden railing with his head resting in the net. For a second, he really considered conking out, but he knew it wouldn't do him much good.
Forcing himself upright again, he sent his dreary eyes up where he spotted the sails calmly pushing to the flow of the faint sea wind. He still had to patch the holes in them...
"Damn," he grated out, hitting his head against the net, letting the ropes sway his neck forward and back.
When the sound of footsteps lightly pacing in front of him traveled down the deck, Roxas' eyes fluttered open to stare at the captain, standing on the first step of the stairs that led up to the steering wheel of the ship. He blinked a couple of times to actually fix Axel into clear vision.
"Getting a little sea sick?" he asked briskly.
Roxas shook his head. "No," he paused before adding, "sir." It might have been a little out of his character to say that, but, as Axel said, in the presence of those higher up than himself, he had to act polite.
"You're doing a nice job out here. It's been hours, hasn't it?" Axel took a soft step down from the stairs and quietly folded his arms. Roxas never heard Axel talk like that; in a conversational way. It was like he was willing to make small talk with Roxas; bond with him.
"I still have work to finish." Roxas shot his eyes away and put one foot up atop the railing, struggling to pull his entire body up. Using the net, he tried balancing himself only to have his foot slide away from him.
"I admit to you being a strong talker...but," strolling over to the tangled boy, Axel raised one of his hands up to the net and gave it a tug, causing Roxas to fall back against him in a split second shiver, "are you as strong a worker?"
Roxas silently stammered while staring up into Axel's face. He had his head tilted so far back that he could even see the stars above him. But, when Roxas compared them to Axel's eyes, stars were nothing but dying candlelight. They were so glazed over, so strikingly green that Roxas could see his own reflection in them as if they were glass.
He couldn't believe what he was thinking.
Swallowing hard, Roxas pushed his head away and headed toward the net again. "Like I said, I still need to get things done." He reached a shaking hand toward the bound ropes when he stopped midway as Axel's hand grabbed them instead.
"Hm, not bad," he commented while giving the net a light tug. "Didn't think that you'd actually obey what you were ordered to do."
"Yeah, well, being a pirate I have every reason to. It's like you said, respect those higher up than me," Roxas said dryly. Again, he placed his foot up and tried kicking up from the floor.
Axel had to bite the tip of his tongue to keep himself from laughing at the kid. But it really was amusing to see him try so hard to fend for himself. There was just something about Roxas struggling that kept Axel so interested. He wouldn't call himself much of a sadist...
He just rather liked him.
"Roxas," he said calmly. When Roxas failed to respond, he rolled his eyes, smiling, and moved his hands over to Roxas' hips. He carefully positioned them just right and, right when Roxas gasped about it, lifted him up onto the rail.
Roxas' head spun around to stare down at Axel, who suddenly looked so far away. Why hadn't he let go of his hips yet?
"I think you've proven yourself enough. Wouldn't want you collapsing while you're up there; might wake up the sea monsters."
"Sea monsters?" Roxas asked, his voice vaguely rising.
Axel smiled wickedly. "Never heard of 'em? I'd think that you would, at least once on that little island of yours."
Roxas wished he hadn't mentioned that place. Picturing the streets, his workshop...it all made his stomach turn. How exactly had they found The Isles? It wasn't drawn on the maps, for protective reasons. Just when he had forgotten about that incident, he suddenly was forced to remember.
Clenching his jaw, he shut his eyes and held onto the ropes, his forehead pressed against them.
Axel didn't seem to notice...or rather, he did, but he pretended not to. "You need to learn how to listen to stories, mate. It's a good habit if you ask..."
"What was it that Leon wanted most?"
Axel's eyes rose amusingly at Roxas' sudden interruption. Staring up at the back of Roxas' head, he lowered his hands down to Roxas' thighs, just to make sure that he was held up nicely.
"Him? Isn't it obvious? He wanted us gone from that town."
Gradually, Roxas turned his head to glance over his shoulder. He didn't look directly at Axel when he did.
"And, he got what he wanted, that place, that time. Gotta stick to the rules of the game."
"How would you know what someone wants?" Roxas asked darkly.
With a smirk curling up his lips and a scoff wrapping itself around it, Axel took a step backward and let go. Roxas, who had grown dependant on something holding him up, wobbled uneasily on his feet. He swore that Axel had given his legs a subtle squeeze before he released him.
"We should be approaching some land in two days time. Until then, you take the remainder of the night in your cell. You can finish your work tomorrow. Then we'll see about making port."
With his question unanswered, his thoughts became more and more intense. Roxas grew impatient with being ignored, but before he could argue about it, he stopped, suddenly realizing that he was being cut loose from working. He didn't understand it. Some manner of special treatment? What kind of a captain was Axel?
When Roxas heard the captain's footsteps silence, he shakily put one foot down on the floor and eventually brought down his whole body. It took some restless minutes before he actually found it in him to crawl back to his cell without a sound and lull himself to sleep.
Axel hadn't bothered to send someone to lock his door.
xxXXxx
It had to be the most amazing feeling that he felt over the course of his few days at sea.
His body never seemed to make a single inch toward adapting to the life of a pirate; living in a salty bed for nights on end, never bothering with "hygiene". But this, this felt like it used to feel.
The breeze was on the line of warm and cold, just comfortable enough for sleeping weather. If he listened and stood still, he could hear the wings of seagulls beating over the push of the waves. His skin tingled impatiently for the water to touch him. He could already picture it ebbing in the distance, lingering and undisturbed.
Something about it made him want to write a message in a bottle, send it to sea and wonder if he'd ever receive a reply. Not like it mattered. He just liked the thought of standing on a beach...
A beach?
Hesitantly, Roxas' eyes responded to his thoughts, flicking open to a sudden rush of a sharp yellow, almost white light.
He groaned and pulled his head into his chest, gently shaking his head to get rid of the spots in his eyes. So it was just a dream, then?
"Wake the kid up."
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Roxas' head shot back up and glared over to his right. He spotted Luxord, standing erect some feet away from him...not holding him. Behind him, millions of miles of crystal blue sea sparkled for him.
Not a dream.
Not even noticing the faint smile on his own face, Roxas stared back forward. He froze when he heard chains below him. His wrists suddenly ached something awful. Sighing deeply, he looked down with disappointment at the heavy cuffs that were still stubbornly obsessed with his hands.
"Wake up your legs, come on," Luxord grumbled, kicking some sand at Roxas' shoes.
"H-huh? What?" Roxas quietly asked. Ahead of him, half of the crew laughed, kicking their feet around in the sand which sent dust clouds into the breeze. If it weren't for the chains, Roxas would've liked to jam his fist into each and every one of their dingies.
First thing was first, what was he doing on a beach and why?
"Can't imagine how you managed to stay asleep, Roxas."
"Axel!" Roxas suddenly shut his mouth, forcing his lips tightly together until they turned white. He literally gasped his name that time, almost like he had been waiting to hear his voice. No, no, no.
Axel didn't mind it. Actually, he did, but in a good way. A really good way. He just couldn't show that he cared in front of his crew. Easily, he stepped out from behind Roxas and patted his shoulder, giving him somewhat of a reassuring shake.
He took in a deep breath and smirked at the wide beach ahead of them. "Since you've grown your sea legs, I figured that you'd like to try training your land ones again, yeah?"
"Where are we?" Roxas asked. He began surveying the huge island around him beginning with the tall hill of palm trees at the left to the pure white sand below him.
"Blue," Axel simply replied.
"Blue?" Roxas echoed. Was that meant to be a joke?
Axel shook his head to the sand, making his spikes bounce lightly, and walked in front of the boy before placing his hands on his curvy hips. He half turned to continue talking. Roxas stared at him, suddenly very, very eager.
"I guess you could call it my personal island, at least until some other captain happens to swim by and set foot on it. Then I've got to pass it on to them. But! As of right now, it's mine."
Roxas' eyebrows furrowed questioningly and Axel caught onto it quick. Turning away from him again, Axel raised his hand and flicked his fingers at Luxord who immediately pepped up.
"Take 'em off," he ordered in his usual, laid-back voice.
Luxord looked around him, first at Roxas then at himself, then back to the captain. "Sir?"
Axel groaned and crossed one arm over his chest, keeping his other lifted so he could roll his wrist in boredom. "I wasn't talking about clothing, if that was what you were thinking, Luxord."
Luxord responded with a twisted face of disgust.
"I was talking about Roxas' shackles. Unlock them, would you?"
At the sound of that, Roxas blinked and looked up from the ground. He carefully lifted his hands to his chest where they stayed, waiting and shuddering as if it was torture. Roxas expected Luxord to go into complete shock and kick him for thinking he "tempted" the captain to let him go.
No, thinking of tempting was too disturbing a thought.
But, to save the captain a bullet, Luxord went right for it, walking toward Roxas with a small key in hand. He roughly pulled Roxas' hands to his and snapped the handcuffs unlocked, letting them drop into his waiting hands afterward.
Axel smiled widely at the sight of the boy rubbing his bruised wrists and cut fingers. "Well, go on."
Roxas looked up, his eyes temporarily moving from Axel's head to his feet, as if suddenly seeing him for the first time. "Hm?"
"You can walk around, you know. Check out the place, whatever you want. There's no such thing as land monsters; just sea monsters."
"Sir, let him run free? But the..."
"Don't question it," Axel cut in, thrusting a hand to the side, "Ever heard of being human, Luxord? It's something that a certain species doesn't do all too often, keep that in mind."
As Roxas listened, he went back to thinking about staring at Axel for so long. In all honesty, it was like seeing the captain in an all new light. Or maybe he was just relieved to be in broad daylight again. A sudden breeze by his face brought him back from thinking.
"I'm not going to have to force you, am I?" Axel said in a sing-song voice, shaking a hand in front of Roxas' face.
Roxas crossed his eyes at Axel's face before shaking his head away a couple inches. "Why would I need your help?" he asked acidly.
Having had enough with the questions, Axel flicked an evil smile which slowly devoured Roxas' confidence. "Or would you rather I bury your face in the sand and leave the island without you?"
After darting his eyes to the side and forward, Roxas let the thought temporarily flash by his head before turning around toward the green hill in a paced run. He froze just as he hit a corner of shade under a tree and wondered what exactly he was doing here...free to run?
That thought only lingered a minute before he shot through the trees and into a deeper part of the jungle.
As far as he was concerned, he needed solitude right about now.
"Have fun out there, mate!" Axel yelled toward Roxas, who was suddenly a black dot in the distance. "Demyx!"
"Y-yes, sir?"
"Break out the rum, will you? It's about time we teased up old Blue." It was going to be a long night...or rather, week...
...weeks, if he was lucky enough.
xxXXxx
3 days.
3 days, 4 hours and some matter of minutes had passed by.
Roxas couldn't believe that. Really.
He recounted on his fingers and cradled himself back and forth on the sand, hugging his knees to his chest with one arm. He'd been sleeping on the pillowy sand for the past days, at least attempting to cancel out the noise of drunken men down the beach.
One of the crew members that followed on the beach was a woman, short and slim with extremely short blonde hair. He could tell she enjoyed getting drunk with them all; she'd been dancing around their bonfire topless every night on end...not like he really paid attention.
While he noticed their fire flickering in the wind in some far off place, he scratched his head free from sand and buckled himself in for another night of rolling himself side to side. He then wondered: why hadn't anyone bothered to look for him yet?
Even Axel...
Roxas hadn't seen him anywhere. Was he honestly worried about him?
"Oh, I finally found you."
Just as Roxas thought about being found, it happened. But it hadn't been Axel's voice that made him jump, to his slight disappointment. Heart racing, Roxas glanced over his shoulder to the dark jungle far behind him. He heard the soft padding of footsteps against the sand and watched as a pair of ice blue eyes appeared.
"Demyx," he said breathlessly, carefully laying his hand on the sand beside him.
Demyx cleared his throat and crossed his legs beneath him, plopping what looked like a dark brown jug in his lap. He bounced his legs, causing the liquid inside to splash around, and happily clung onto it with his fingers.
Roxas could smell alcohol on him like crazy.
"They kicked me out of the bonfire circle so I decided to go scavenging for you."
Roxas inched his body away from Demyx, not entirely sure of socializing with a pirate. Demyx had said that he wasn't allowed to fraternize. "Did they now?" he asked nervously.
Before answering, Demyx stared down at the jug in his lap and forced it open by prying the cork out with his fingers. He tossed the cork out to sea and sighed down at the liquid sloshing around inside. An intensely strong, dizzying scent wafted right in Roxas' face.
"Yeah. But it doesn't really matter; I don't look forward to seeing her jiggling in front of me, if you get me."
Roxas nodded, as if he did, and watched with mouth partially open at Demyx taking a sharp swig of the stuff in the glass jug. He sighed contently afterward and placed the bottle between them in a pocket of white sand.
"I'm the one who's got the rum." Demyx whispered and winked while thrusting a thumb at his chest. Roxas couldn't figure out if he was drunk or not. It seemed like Demyx's personality to be pretty happy-go-lucky.
Then, he got a strange thought, looking at that jug. It was almost like a craving that struck him square in the stomach. After all, he hadn't found much to swallow down over the past 3 days. But was he so desperate as to turn to booze to settle his gut?
Rolling his head away, Roxas pretended that Demyx and Mr. Rum hadn't been there.
Demyx clearly noticed that the boy was nearly shoving his fingers into the sand and smiled, getting up on his knees to face him. He carefully pushed the rum bottle across the sand until it touched Roxas' hip.
"I thought you said you weren't allowed to socialize with me," Roxas said flatly, eying the rum in the corner of his eye.
Happily, Demyx kicked his feet out from under him and stood up with a dramatic swerve to the right. Miraculously, he kept his balance and, brushing himself off of sand, turned back toward the darkness behind the two.
"Fine. Maybe you and I can't get along, but at least keep the rum busy, will you?" With that slurred comment, Demyx went swaggering off into the darkness, humming again.
Alone...with a bottle of rum. Roxas was beginning to feel just a bit twitchy. He'd never touched rum before, and he wasn't about to! At least, he didn't think so...but his craving for something reasonable to drink was insane. If he couldn't have it, he'd die of dehydration sooner or later.
Fingers tingling, Roxas pulled them out from under the cold sand and let them tiptoe toward the glass beside him. Shyly, he moved his hand up the handle, already able to feel the warmness of the alcohol almost beckoning him. Ultimately, he gave in, firmly grasping the bottle and holding it into his lap before forcing down nearly half the rum. It burned and stung his throat, then suddenly became comfortably warm inside him.
He drew back, stared into the opening, and waited for the heat to flush his face before taking another swig. As much as it might've hurt, Roxas noticed the rum taking a rather protective effect on his body, settling evenly through his tense spots.
So he wasn't entirely right...
He didn't only have himself left in the world, he also had rum.
xxXXxx
"Sora, you don't know what you're missing." Collapsing onto the sand for the millionth time since he stood up, Roxas smiled beside himself and dazedly looked up at the multiple halos around each star. He sighed contently and rested an arm over his forehead, closing his eyes while laughing softly.
"Damn stars," he chuckled and rolled onto his stomach. He sat up and stumbled to his feet again. It was hard to stay in one place feeling this way. He felt like he could rule the world, or at least the island; claim it as his own and kick the bastard pirates off. Swinging his arms around in the cold air and walking along the shore, Roxas imagined fighting real pirates and winning.
"My island, haha. You-you can't..." Cutting himself off, Roxas gently put a hand on his head and suddenly frowned in regret. Honestly, what was he doing? He really had to be a pirate. Only, he wasn't drinking out of happiness...
With a lame sob, Roxas rubbed his head and stared out ahead of him with glossy, bloodshot eyes. He wanted to cry, but the clenching of the booze on his throat stopped him. "You're practically missing hell, Sora," he whispered with a pathetic smile.
By the time his smile drifted, a shifting noise on the sand ahead startled Roxas, causing him to take a shaky step back. With the pirate's bonfire out, his vision was blurred with only the faint, ghost silver light of the half moon above to help.
He got the stupid thought that it had been a ghost, maybe even the ghost of his brother paying him a visit. But before he could turn and attempt to run, the dark clouds slightly separated around the moon and gave off a stronger light on the sand. When he looked down, his heart gave off a violent beat under the influence of the rum.
Holding his chest, Roxas smiled almost evilly and glared down while taking slow steps toward the familiar body in the sand.
"Captain," he stated smartly.
For once, Axel didn't respond. In fact, he couldn't; he was asleep. He was lying flat on his back with an arm over his forehead and the other over his stomach. He had his head turned away from Roxas with his glowing eyes shut good and tight. The waves were just barely grazing the tips of his boots and Roxas wished they could've just taken him away.
Roxas stopped right beside the captain and, totally out of character, put one foot on the other side until he had his legs spread out on either side of Axel. He kept his face straight and gazed down at Axel's face emotionlessly, though inside he felt waves of emotions haze his head. He quite liked it.
He pushed the feelings further, lowering himself down until his knees were pressed into the sand. He was literally sitting on Axel's waist, but Axel didn't notice him there.
"I'm a pirate, am I? Well, maybe I am. I could be a better one that you." With a push of anger, Roxas forced out his arms and slapped his palms down on each side of Axel's head. He then lowered his head until their faces were centimeters from touching. He felt like talking to him like a pirate too. He positioned his legs, straddling Axel's hips unintentionally.
"I don't fall for your little mind tricks. I don't buy 'em," he found himself hissing right beside Axel's mouth. Well, wasn't that how Axel talked to him? There was nothing wrong with it. "If I had the chance...one chance, I could beat you down, I swear. I can prove that I'm a better pirate." He was talking nonsense...seductive nonsense.
In fact, Axel knew he was.
With a simple nudge of his head, Axel managed to startle Roxas even more than he first had. He'd woken up right when he felt Roxas' lips beside him. It was cute, possibly too much.
Roxas' head moved back but stopped all on its own when Axel fully turned his head to meet gazes with him. He lowered his arm from his forehead and maintained a sober, composed face. Oh, so he was sitting on him now, was he? Exciting...but awkward.
"Evening, Roxas."
was this chapter long to you at all? hm, i'm having a hard time cutting chapters with all my stories! the maximum is 10 pages and the minimum is 6...at least for me. any more or any lease and i SPAZZ. i think it's ADD or OCD. what do you think? -sporked-
drunk!Roxas was different. oh, my, must i tell you how annoying it is to portray a drunk teen that's normally uber emo? no, i don't think i should go on about that. it'll talk your ear off. DX
...if i say "uber" again, kill me. i'm not a teeny bopper, i swear.
anyway, sexy!scary!Axel is on the beach...with Roxas sitting on 'im. -sits in the dark and takes picture of them- heeheehee...muahaha...
lift it! lift it like it were (Roxas') skirt! (omg...corny),
kokoro77