okay, i forgot to tell you all that i finally realized there was a page breaker on this thing!!! 3
and i finally finished 358/2 days!!!
sorry for all mistakes that might be found in this chapter, i was really really REALLY tired
and, in response to the wonderful Tales of Memory by my lovely little Raining Moon Song, I dedicate this chapter to tory
Disclaimer: I Don't own anything Disney, Square Enix, or Xiactorvi/Tory related.
(heehee, page break)
Rixah was worn out, plain and simply put, when she crawled into bed that night. This week was turning out to be a long one. There was just too much to handle. Her father turning out to be deceased. Her mother lying to her. Axel being a complete and official idiot (she really should make him a certificate). Marluxia presumably being a parental figure to his plants. Zexion. Where Larxene had ran off to. Zexion. The plans for world domination being delayed. Zexion...
oh... and Zexion.
This didn't bode well.
It was clear, even to the slightly pessimistic brunette, that she was falling for him, even if it was only a crush. And surprisingly, she accepted this fact.
Though it was a rough trip through her subconscious mind to even get the thoughts out in the open, never mind not ripping it to shreds in the blink of an eye. Maybe she was actually beginning to like more people!
...But... that was just it, wasn't it? He was different.
They were different.
Zexion... his emotions never reached his eyes. He just didn't care, that much was apparent. He was also logical and impatient AND probably either a genius or plotting word domination as well.
He wouldn't win! Everyone knows McDonald's plan surpassed all others. Secretly, Rixah wanted to work at McDonald's for that reason. They could exchange information and such...
That was beside the points.
And then there was Axel. Where to start with this one? She didn't even want to get started on his hair, no matter how awesome it may have appeared to be. There was... so much more behind those emerald eyes then he let show. That, AND he just freaking appeared out of no where, then was gone just like that! Bastard. Why couldn't she do that?
On the bright side, she finally figured out what happened to her dad. Some people would sob hysterically. Rixah, on the other hand, had already been mentally prepared for that moment and now she was just happy it was over and done with.
Zexion lay face up, uncomfortable on his bed. He needed to speak with Xemnas. But how? It was obvious that Axel had somehow regained his ability to create and dismiss dark corridors. So there was definitely something amiss.
In fact, he was almost tempted to create a scheme to get Axel to tell him all that the red-head knew. Unfortunately, waiting tired him, and today had consisted of too must waiting in general. So he tried to relax.
Eventually he, as well as Rixah, fell asleep in their separate bedrooms.
Rixah stirred in her sleep. Presumably groaning from the pain she felt in her chest, like a deep, bitter want piercing her heart. Reaching out to it, she almost woke up, but didn't.
What kind of dream state was this? Where there was nothing, yet not.
Rixah moaned loudly. She either woke up early or slept in late, because the light that usually penetrated through her window and ergo her unopened eyes wasn't shining at all. Damn this pillow was hard.
Fuck.
This wasn't a pillow.
Did she even want to know?
A gasp escaped her lips and her purple irises became visible once more to find themselves pressed against a type of black fabric. Slow breathing was underneath her.
This was a person.
This wasn't...
AXEL.
He could burn in hell, because under her, sleeping quietly, was a blissfully unaware Zexion.
BURN.
IN.
HELL.
Dammit. She was fricking ON HIM!
Rixah didn't do anything stupid, did she? Would she even remember if she did? That small portion of panic subsided as she quickly rolled off of the teen and onto the floor. Nope, this was all Axel, because Zexion wouldn't do anything stupid, let alone anything stupid with another person.
He looked... so different asleep. Like he had no worries. Well he had another thing coming, as they say. Just wait. When his co-worker goes missing in action and he's mysteriously blamed for it, they'll see who had the last ungrateful smirk. Because Zexion sure wouldn't.
Nope, not a chance in hell will he. THAT'S FRICKIN' RIGHT! WALK AWAY! Bastard...
Great, now she was officially insane to add onto it all. =)
It was then that Rixah caught sight of something glowing from underneath Zexion's black, long sleeved American Eagle shit of a shirt. (Never mind that he looked dead sexy in it.)
A good word for Rixah: Contradicting.
This made Rixah curious, as it would anyone. It was a light in the darkness of the room, save the bit sneaking through the cracks in the doorway.
She really should have left... but...
Rixah quietly tiptoed over and reluctantly tugged down Zexion's shirt collar.
...perverted and...
Despite all that, she had a nagging feeling that this was something she should see for herself. It turned out to be...
a tattoo, maybe? But it was glowing. And it looked like it was under his skin... deeper, even. It illuminated a pearl color, and looked like a shard. That was all quickly dismissed as there was a loud and obnoxious bang on the door.
"Zexion! Are you ALIVE?! Axel's getting a key!!" Demyx's voice shouted as if he were extremely frantic.
No. NoNoNO.
Rixah made a dive for the bed and played dead next to a prone Zexion. You didn't have to look under the bed to know it was out of the question. Books were crammed.
The closet... she shuddered; not even wanting to know what sort of malicious experiments lurked in there.
Excuses, excuses.
The lock clicked and the door flew open. The sound of boots walking in, then stopping still. Roxas mustv'e been passing by, because he yelled something incomprehensible and presumably came in as well.
Demyx sounded stunned, "What... wh-wh- what- whayyy-whe..." He suddenly found himself, in the confusion, unable to speak.
Zexion shifted next to her, waking up no doubt. Axel's obnoxious laugh resounded off the walls. There was a mocking tone to it.
The periwinkle haired schemer's eyes flew open and he sat up on full alert. Scents. Idiots and... perfume. Enough to give him a lasting headache. It's… wait, -too close?
Zexion blinked at the sight of a soundly sleeping Rixah. His cobalt eyes narrowed and immediately turned to silently stab an accusing at Axel.
Rixah pretended to stir and moan at all of the movements and sound.
"IX, XIII, leave the room now, take the girl with you." Zexion was suddenly vicious enough to send the underlings to scuttle away and completely ignore the last part of the order. No matter. She would leave soon enough. Zexion didn't have time for Axel's petty vision of a joke, no matter what the reason may have been.
Rixah's purple eyes opened up slowly and on Que and she was up and swearing faster than a rock star with his ass on fire. And that was saying something.
In the end she walked out with her head held high and most of her dignity in tact -she'd also swiped the key-. As for Axel, not so much luck.
Rixah flopped onto her own bed in her own room on her own terms and opened up the lab top to quickly check for emails from Tory. Nothing, so she quickly typed up one relaying what had just happened.
The reply was pretty fast. That's... strange. Maybe you'll understand the tattoo thing if you just ask him, Rix. I kind of feel bad for this Axel guy though. You didn't hurt him too bad, I hope? ... Mom's having a fit, I have to go.
Being a teenager sucked. But it also made things a LOT more interesting. Which was why she only really used teenage characters. More interesting.
She could hear Axel's rather fiery shouts, but didn't understand a word of them; she wasn't even sure if she wanted to.
Rixah stayed on the Internet for a while longer, hoping her friend would pop online to talk, but she could see it was going to be one of those days.
Nothing to do but wait and see what comes next... life is weird; sometimes I wonder if their really is anyone pulling at the strings from up there... She paused in the middle of a sentence to think this. Quite a time drainer, as she thought it often. Now more than ever.
Best to dismiss all of it when it did come along though. A distraction. That was it.
And she did need some more gum.
And the weather was not too bad for a walk.
So a walk downtown to get a few packs of gum. Not necessarily a distraction, but it would -probably- be good for her.
Probably.
Rixah shut down her laptop and got ready for the rest of the day by cleaning herself up. Taking a shower and such.
Despite the fact that she probably should have learned a lesson from the last time, Rixah climbed out her window, flipped on her sunglasses, and -more cautiously this time- went down the drain pipe, making sure to check where she was stepping before she stepped. Either way, someone seemed to have fixed the pipe. It wasn't broken anymore. She then began her long, but still nice, walk downtown.
For gum.
This was all for some gum.
Eventually the sidewalk she'd fixated her eyes to lined against brick buildings and the road started to get gradually busier. Rixah's violet eyes caught sight of something yellow in the dark allyway ahead.
It was an eerie feeling, being stared at by the cat, so what did Rixah do?
Better yet, what DIDN'T Rixah do?
She took a crumbled piece of cement and whipped it at the catlike figure, then stuck out her tounge along with a presumptuas peace sign that made her feel rather nogalistic.
She was a mean, mean person when it came to cats. And cereal. It's best not to ask about the latter.
Suddenly deafeningly high pitched screeches came in choppy notes to presumably try and murder her ears; the sounds stopped quickly after. Rixah turned to book it, but was knocked over by two powerful FWUMPs that hit her back. One after another.
Why didn't anyone notice. Why did they all just walk by?
Why in the fricking hell were there murderous cats hissing and somehow able to knock her over? Her hands broke her fall, but stung like a bitch against the rough cement. Her vision was blacking out...
Why couldn't she scream? Say anything? Help, assholes! Shoot.
Rixah felt her body getting weaker and less able to move under the weight of the cat things. There seemed to be more of them now.
"Dammit," a usually obnoxious voice cursed, breaking the silence of nothing. "Focus, Rixah. I'll get them off, you just focus on something, got it memorized?" So not answering that.
There was a whirring sound... and then a clang resounded. She was supposed to focus? On... anything? Pointless... much? But she did focus. On thoughts of a certain Schemer.
Let's face it, who doesn't focus on him once in a while?
But since when did she take orders from that bastard, anyways? Rixah's jumbled thoughts and emotions were being further delayed as quarters of seconds passed rapidly.
Suddenly her sight and everything that went along with it returned and she felt herself being lifted up bridal style by a pair of gloved hands. The young Somebody was now amazingly exausted.
Axel's eyes were thoughtfully locked with the purple ones before him.
"You can-" she started, but being interrupted was something that happened often. Now was one of those times, it seemed.
"Doesn't look like I can leave you alone for more than thirty minutes, does it?" Axel gave her a lopsided grin.
"Put me down," Rixah finished with a rather irritated look.
"Ch, fine. I can guarantee you that you won't be able to get your skinny ass off the ground though." Axel innocently -that being a sarcastic term- dropped Rixah like a armful of fire wood that he was bored and tired of carrying.
Rixah gasped, stunned for the moment. "Bastard." She found that she hardly had enough strength to flinch, let alone "get her skinny ass off the ground". It was like one of those dreams she frequently had where she was powerless and always seemed to fail at defending herself from whatever decided to invade a perfectly good nap just to scare the shit out of her at that time.
There was an awkward silence, and then Rixah said in a defected tone, "Help?"
Surprisingly, he did nothing mocking. He just gave an expressionless nod and threw her over his shoulder.
"Definitely not a cat," the brunette mumbled more to herself.
Axel snorted and took a step forward. Suddenly they were in her room.
"What the f-"
"Chill. You passed out, get it memorized." Axel rolled his eyes after laying her down on the bed, leaving her to drip into unconsciousness.
Axel found it funny that she'd actually believe such a lame excuse. Of course not. He'd just opened a dark corridor and walked on through.
What a joke.
Storm clouds rolled in, and a pitiful Roxas stared blankly out the window. He hated this. He wanted what he didn't have, yet at the same time he didn't believe Xemnas in the least. There really was only one person he could talk to at this point, but it was making him inwardly debative. No... he couldn't ask a Nobody. They would give him the same answers as usually.
Not a Nobody... so why not a Somebody? Why not Anybody?
Why not Rixah?
Geez, Roxas shook his head. I really am naive...
SO LONG!!!! oh well... R&R please! Rixah will ruin your worst enemy's day tommorow if you do :P