A/N: Hey guys, look at this fantastic update. When I finished typing this I was like, "Eh... I don't like it." So I retyped it, all for you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any other things I mentioned (I can't remember). Muahaha.
"Larxene, why can't you listen to me?" Jesse Blackwell screamed as he frantically searched for the fire extinguisher. The grill's lid before him encased the flames; some escaped and licked the steel.
"Shouldn't have asked me to cook" a seventeen year old Larxene sat lazily in the corner picking at her nails. She enjoyed this, the ability to watch her fire break a sweat over her 'mistakes'. Her mother burst onto the patio with a bag of flower. Jesse's face twisted in confusion.
"It's a grease fire, you idiot." LeighAnn dumped the bag of flour on the grill. A white cloud appeared above and floated off into the sky. "Larxene!" she whipped around to her daughter.
"Yes?" sighed and looked at her mother. The old hag, she thought as she observed her mother's appearance. LeighAnn had burnt brown hair with faded yellow highlights. Wrinkles inhabited the space under her eyes and crow's feet left their stamps in the corners, but she still had those smile lines. Larxene hated those.
"What is wrong with you?" her mother threw the empty flour bag at her. The wind decided it wanted it, though and took it in a different direction. "You could have burnt our house down!"
"Oh no!" Larxene waved her hands in front of her sarcastically. Her brother and sister were located in the pool, which was to the right of their patio, frozen with fear. Their eyes with staring at the clouds of smoke still billowing from the grill. Larxene laughed, "It's not like we couldn't collect insurance, then we could get a bigger and better house. " The fact was, their house was a nice size, but it wasn't like the mansion they used to own.
"Well Larxene, I don't care if you don't like it," hurt spread across LeighAnn's face, "but it's my home and I'd be devastated if it burnt down." Her father nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, okay." Larxene got up, "You done talking, yes? I'm going to the square." She hopped over the fence and went through the back door of the basement. Her father hid a spare key to their pitch black Mustang in an old board game.
Driving to the square didn't take that long. Plus, there was always that red head walking around. She never talked to him, but why would she want too? Sure, he was hot, but that was probably it. The pretty ones were always the dumbest. She checked her hair in the side mirror. It finally decided to stay gelled back. That with the little black dress she selected from the rack in the basement, she looked good. Her mother was a seamstress and always seemed to realize her work was missing. 'Larxene, did you take another one of my dresses?' she would say. 'I do it for the clients.' Larxene would reply. Her mother would grab a hug from her husband and say, 'What did we do wrong?' and Larxene would smile.
"Still here, I see." She traced her hand across the back of the bench. She finally arrived in the square twenty minutes ago. The street lights around them were on and casted shadows on all the trees leaves. The fountain spat water. The red head looked up and raised his eyebrows. Ignoring her he pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. She quickly lit it for him. He nodded his head in thanks. "What's your name?" She sat down next to him and crossed her legs.
"Axel Rivera" The red head said blandly.
She watched his eyes as he observed the people walking around. "Larxene Blackwell".
"Why'd are you dressed up?" He noted her outfit. Tonight was not a good night for him. He was tired, and he felt like something bad happened on this day. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't figure out what. It was the sixteen of September.
"I'm going to dinner with my boyfriend." she said coyly. She watched his face for twinges of emotions.
"That's not true." Larxene leaned back, eyebrows raised.
"What gives you the right to say that?" She said, clenching her fists. Was she being called out?
"I've seen you," he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees, "you're always either alone or with your family. How old are you, sixteen, seventeen? You don't have money to pay for dinner."
"He's paying for dinner." She spat.
"With your attitude and emotional complex, no he's not because you don't have one. The only way you would have one was if you were putting out, which you're not because no one wants to deal with you afterwards." Axel said coldly as he took another drag.
"You don't know anything about me." She looked at her nails.
"I've seen you around. I've seen how your mother looks, how your father holds her hand, how your siblings act around you, even how your people your age act. They're scared of you because you're a bitch. Got it memorized?" He smirked. Larxene's face remained stone. This kid was no older than she was.
"You're some teenage kid that sits on a bench all day and watches people and you're calling me out?" She laughed, "That's great."
"This is my job," Axel spread out his arms, "Well, this and other things."
"You're full of shit." The blonde snorted and got up off the bench. The birds that surrounded them flew off in one heap.
"If you don't believe me, then why don't you join? We need someone like you."
"Expecting me to go with a stranger to an unknown place... hmm, that's tough." She placed her hand on her hip and tapped her foot to the ground. Larxene wanted to hear more.
"You'd have a place to live, a job, and you'd get away from your parents. I'm not going to rape you, you're not my type." He simply stated as he got up and handed her a card. The same card he's given to many others, a card containing two simple words and a phone number.
In the present, she was sitting in the same spot. That same bench watching the people pass her by and waiting for a particular one to sit down beside her. She zipped up her parka and read a magazine. A man sat down beside her.
"Took your damn time, Saix" she complained as she faced a man with blue hair. Three years have passed since that day sitting here with Axel and she took up his offer all but to quit at the very end. She received a better one.
"The plan is almost complete." He said, completely ignoring her first comment, "We've got half of the members." They smiled simultaneously. "Now all we have to do is sit and wait."
Saix concocted this plan from hate. He wanted to be the leader of Organization XIII, but to everyone he was just a figure in Xemnas' shadow. Saix felt like the understudy. He couldn't take it anymore. He was going to form his own Organization called 'The Nobodies'. The Nobodies did the same thing as the Organization did, except they were to be controlled by Saix. He was better than Xemnas and always had been. All these years of sticking to his side and all he gets is a pay check at the end of the month like the rest of them.
oOoOo
Roxas sat in the living room of Organization XIII and studied the surroundings. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied. Roxas just felt like he was an ornament, just there to take up space. He pushed his hair back and stared at the floor. He had been here for a week. No one talked to him except the red head, the one who kidnapped him in the first place, and Demyx.
"Roxas!" his head snapped up, "come here." Axel motioned towards himself and walked to the back of the building. He went inside a room. It contained Xemnas, Axel... and Luis. Roxas stepped back and felt tears pressing at his ducts, wanting to be let out. Emotions swirled inside his small body. Luis sat tied up in a chair with his eyes racing everywhere.
"Roxas!" Luis cried pleadingly, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did this! Just tell them to let me go! You can live with me! I'll make everything better!" Luis pleaded. The words had no meaning behind them. Axel stared at the floor and had one hand on Luis' shoulder. The room around them was empty. All it had was a chair, a light, and the four bodies that occupied the space now, but would soon be gone. One window sat up in the very corner. The moon let its light in.
"This is your first mission." Xemnas said. His hand was also on Luis' shoulder. They were keeping the chair he was tied to still.
"W-What do you want me to do?" The small blonde asked, stepping in closer. Axel walked up to him and handed Roxas a gun. Roxas' eyes widened, and so did Luis'. "I've never- I-I can't...!" The piece of metal made his hands shake as blood pumped throughout his body.
"He didn't pay." Xemnas' voice took on a tone of a concerned father, "This is what we have to do."
"Can't we just let him go...?" Roxas couldn't believe the words that he let out of his own mouth. This man paid for him to be kidnapped. The man in front of him ruined his life. "Wait..." Roxas sat on the floor and observed the gun. It was only a little bigger than his hand but had the ability to take away a life in just one click. Axel leaned down next him.
"You don't have to do this." Axel whispered in his ear. It sent chills down Roxas' spine. They were treating this as if it was trying out for a team or going on a carnival ride.
"I," Roxas took a shaky breath, "I-I want too." Roxas stood up and stared Luis' right in the eyes. He could see the fear pooling around the man's pupils. Luis has now shared the same fear that Roxas has had, the fear of death, but it looks like Luis' worst nightmares where about to come true.
Roxas pulled the safety down.
Click.
Xemnas and Axel stepped out of the room. That left two bodies, one chair, and one light.
"Did you go to my funeral Luis?" Roxas asked. Luis looked at the ground. He was mortified. Roxas' anger slowly built. "Did you go to my funeral!" Roxas punched the side of Luis' face. It painted drops of red in the dust.
"No!" Luis cried. The tears mixed with the blood pooling around his lips.
"Why not?" Roxas bent down. He wasn't going to be the victim anymore. "You caused it." He hissed in his ex-step-dad's face.
"I just wanted my money!" Luis sobbed, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I did this. You can come live with me. We'll start a new life together...!" Each time he released a breath it seemed to get caught. "You're better than this!"
"I'm better than this?" Luis dropped his head. "I'M BETTER THAN THIS?" Roxas roared. "You're the one who did this, Luis. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID IT FIRST." Roxas knocked Luis' chair over. The man whimpered when he hit the ground. Roxas bent down and dark blue met hazel. "This is something that is called revenge." The blonde pointed the barrel of the gun in between Luis' eyes, "You made me this, Luis. It's time to watch the creation destroy its creator."
Bang.
Two bodies, one alive, one dead, a chair and a lamp were in the room. Roxas gagged at the result of pulling the trigger. The blood seeped from the hole in Luis' head, pooling around the both of them. It slipped into every crack. He took the bottom of his shirt and wiped the blood from his face and opened the door. There he met the gaze of emerald eyes.
"You okay?" The red head bent down and wiped the spots of liquid Roxas missed.
"Yeah" Roxas stifled a sob and bent down his head. He just killed someone. He took a life and he didn't regret it, at all. A tear slipped out. A thumb caught it before it fell, and wiped it off. Roxas looked up at Axel, who smiled back at him.
"It's going to get better, ya know, now that he's gone and everything. You don't have to think about him doing this to anybody ever again." Axel placed both hands on Roxas' shoulders and leaned in, "this is what the Organization is here for! This is what we do!" Roxas thought about how sick and twisted that statement was, but then he realized, he was right. The world needed someone to show people how cruel humanity was. This was the Organization, and Roxas was a part of it. Roxas studied the features presented before him. A slender face with feline features and bright green eyes seemed to be studying his features. Roxas blushed. He didn't know why. The thought of someone observing him made him feel odd.
"You look like a piece of shit!" Axel laughed, "Come on; let's get you some new clothes."
oOoOo
Roxas sat on the edge of Axel's bed. This was the first time he had ever been in another member's bedroom. The red walls were covered in posters and CD cases were strewn across the carpeted floor.
"It will probably be a little big, but that will be better than those clothes." Axel pointed to the blood stains on Roxas' blue jeans. Roxas scrunched up his face. God damn it, he thought, I loved these jeans. "Namine comes in once a week to wash clothes and Demyx will probably take you shopping soon." Axel sighed noticing the bloody foot prints on his carpet. "Take off your fucking shoes." Namine was going to kick his ass. "Uh, you can put your dirt y clothes with mine." Axel tossed Roxas the clean clothes, turned around, and covered his eyes with his hands.
"What are you doing?" Roxas' eyes bore into Axel's back. "Get out, I have to change."
"Hey, this is my room!" Axel defended himself.
"Get the fuck out!" Roxas chucked a bloody shoe and the door which Axel was escaping. It left a footprint. Namine wasn't only going to kill Axel, she was going to rip out his entrails and eat them.
A/N: I had to add some cutesy comic relief, forgive me master! I love Axel... I love imagining a shirtless Axel.