A/N: Sorry about the false chapter. I uploaded this one but I felt it wasn't done yet... so I deleted it and re-did it. I'm still not completely happy XD Break from fluff, now back to serious-ness. hmph.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, but if I did... If I did... *thinks deeply*
"You know Larxene, being a massive bitch won't earn you many friends" Luxord chuckled in his British accent as he shuffled the cards. He dealt them to the players accordingly, player one being him; player two, Larxene; and player three, Saix. Luxord was surprised at first, seeing Saix walk in with Larxene and sit down at the table he specifically reserved for himself.
"Oh Luxord, you really know how to charm a woman, don't you?" Larxene smirked and looked at the cards by bending them upwards. Actually, she didn't care what cards he dealt her, she was here for one thing and one thing only. She came dressed to kill, looking stunning in a red cocktail dress with matching lipstick. Her black heels made her legs long and lean; when she first walked into the Wonderland Casino, she could practically see the men drinking up her legs like they drank the discounted beer on half of Fridays.
"Hey now, don't bend those cards, they were expensive." Luxord tensed as Larxene folded one in half, sealing it with a sharp edge.
"Oops" She applied an innocent look to her face and held a hand up to her perfectly 'o' shaped mouth.
"Come on Larxene, that wasn't funny." Luxord said.
"What wasn't funny, this?" She took another card and creased it, "because I thought it was clever. What did you think, Saix?" She asked the man with blue hair.
His reply was to sigh a swig deeply from a small glass of dark substance, "Larxene, can we please get on with this, I have business to do."
"Get on with what?" Luxord questioned sharply, collecting his cards from the table, not wanting to cause any more damage to his beloved slips of fate.
"Ditch the Organization and join us." She watched Luxord's eyebrows shoot up. This was something unimaginable.
"Saix, are you in on this? Does anyone else know?"
"Yes, I'm the one who had the idea." He barked.
"Saix, could you do this to Xemnas? You are brothers!" Luxord stood up and shouted. Saix remained silent and flashed a smile, which was a shock to Luxord. He had never seen Saix's lips even hint at turning upward.
"And no," Larxene added, ignoring Luxord's outburst. "You're the only one so far. I've always liked you Luxord. Call it lust, call it respect, call it whatever the hell you want. You need to side with us, because if not you will die."
"Oh, Larxene, I thought you would be higher than using movie clichés. What, you're "gang" is going to kills ours? From the looks of it, you only have two people. We are 11 strong."
"One, once we get everybody you want, the Organization is going to be done for. And two," Larxene continued as Saix pulled out a .45 from his jacket sleeve, "who ever said you were going to get out alive? It's a shame, really, I've always admired you, and we could be great together, you know? So tell us your answer." It was so silent in the reserved room that they could hear the laughing and clinking of glasses from the main room.
"No." Luxord stated firmly, as he redrew his cards to shuffle them for the very last time. "I will never betray the Organization. They are family."
"And family never gets left behind, right?" She mocked him as Saix released the safety. "You sure? You can always replace family." Luxord clenched his jaw.
"You can always replace family, Larxene, but that's because you never loved them in the first place." He felt the cards breeze against his palm. Luxord was going to miss this feeling, the feeling of a brand new pack of cards slapping together as he elegantly shuffled them.
And then suddenly a bang and the cards were in the air. Saix tucked his gun back into his sleeve. "Larxene, pick up those cards, we don't want to leave any evidence." Larxene understood as she gently pushed a now dead Luxord with the point of her shoe. It was a shame. Luxord was cute.
After grabbing the last card, Larxene calmly walked out and watched as the casino's police tried to calm down the mass of screaming people. Gun shots in public places are not meant to keep people calm. And when there's a cornucopia of people engulfed in pandemonium, it makes the perfect cover up. She wiped a speck of blood of the Ace of Clubs and slid them into her purse. She didn't care how many people she had to take out, they were going to see the bloody ends of the Organization. There was no dramatic underlying cause, they just hated them. 'Doing illegal things for the moral good', what was the bullshit? And then inducting some little, crying bitch they kidnapped from a mission? That Roxas kid had no potential what so ever. He was just dead weight. Crying, shitting, eating, dead weight. His death was going to be the most fun to watch.
She was going to watch them burn, and it was going to be as satisfying as, no, it didn't compare to anything.
"Larxene, that sadistic grin you have, it's rather beautiful." Saix said. His eyes were focused on the road in front of them, hands ten and two on the steering wheel. Driving recklessly wasn't Saix's thing.
oOoOo
"You never told me what our mission was" Roxas stated while staring out the window of Axel's car. It was a rust bucket full of empty cigarette cases and greasy fast food bags.
"You never let me finish telling you." Axel recalled being beaten to a near death with a pillow manned by Roxas and grimaced. Pillows may be soft, but that by no means makes them okay to bludgeon.
"Then finish telling me now." Roxas was a genius of words, a master of manipulation.
"No. You'll find out at the end of this car ride." Or maybe Roxas wasn't.
"Anticipation kills me, you know that? You're killing me, it hurts."
"Fine, do you want to play a game?"
"No, that makes it sound like you're going to put me through some weird trap you designed specifically to kill me. You say there's going to be a way out, but there isn't one! You just want to watch me suffer!" Roxas became jumpy thinking about that movie night with Hayner. Never will he ever watch that movie again.
"I'm not going to kill ya, got it memorized?" Axel put a finger to his temple, "How about 5 questions?"
"Isn't it called 20 questions?" Roxas chirped, cooling down from his back flash escapade.
"Do you want to know the mission or not?" The red head took a sharp turn to the right causing the wheels the scream underneath them. "Oops," He chuckled, "Almost missed that turn." Axel pointed his direction towards Roxas. He saw that the blonde was tightly gripping the safety bar. "Aww, come on Rox, when you do that it makes me feel like I'm a bad driver." he said dejectedly.
"You are a bad driver" Roxas was starting to not be able to feel his hand.
"Would a bad driver be able to do this?" Axel revved the engine and wove in between a few cars.
"Yes."
Axel was about to say something but then he found what he was looking for. "Here we are!" Axel exclaimed enthusiastically while trying to find a parking space.
"This is a night club..." Roxas looked confused.
"Good job Roxas, you can identify parts of the downtown area!" Axel cooed and ruffled the blonde's spiked hair. Roxas had a heavy dose of deja vu coursing through his veins. He remembered the smell of alcohol, the lush colors surrounding the building, he even remembered the front door, which was velvet looking door blocked by a hulking man. This was Agrabah, the night club his mother loved to go to so much. His step father took Roxas with him to pick his mother up here. Roxas was only eleven or twelve. It's amazing how nicer it looked when he was younger compared to how it did now.
"Roxas, you okay bud?" Axel looked concerned and leaned down to Roxas' level.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Roxas confirmed. He'll tell Axel about it later, maybe. "Will you tell me what the mission is now?"
"Oh yes, it's just a simple money drop. You know, nothing big. Gives us some extra time to score with some women, yeah?" Axel suggested and arched one of his eyebrows. Roxas just rolled his eyes and proceeded forward. "Wait up for me, blondie!" Axel pulled up his pants, caught up with Roxas, and directed him in the opposite direction the blonde was going. "Waiting in lines are for people who aren't on missions" Axel chided as he walked up to the building of a man guarding the door.
"Back of the line." The man said stiffly.
"But daddy's got a new bow tie" Axel said smoothly. The man's eyebrows perked up as fast as they went back down.
"You're good" he moved out of the way and the line of people complained.
Roxas absorbed his surrounding atmosphere in awe. The music was nearly deafening as hordes of sweaty, sparkling people danced, drank, and laughed. Then Roxas realized how disgusting the whole thing was and his fantasy sense of awe evaporated.
"Don't get lost now." Axel drug Roxas along by his sleeve through the crowds to a dim table near the back. "Organization sends it's thanks." Axel said to the man sitting in the middle.
"Tell Xemnas whenever he needs some more weapons, come to me and I'll give him a discount." The man laughed hardily and took a another sip from his drink. The lights around them kept flashing from reds, then to blues, then to greens. It made Roxas feel disoriented. "Here, you can take these!" The man slid them to brownish drinks. Axel picked them up, dragged Roxas to the bar, and then handed him one.
"I don't drink" Roxas said, putting the concoction to his nose and taking a sniff. "Especially this," he set the drink down on the bar with a look of disgust.
"You should start. You totally look like you need it," Axel laughed and shot his back. Roxas looked at the little devil of a drink. It wouldn't hurt him right? He shot it back. His throat felt as if it was on fire and his face shriveled up.
"That was fucking digusting!" He stuck out his tongue.
"Great," Axel smirked, "let's have another!" He gestured towards the woman behind the bar.
"What will it be?" She asked while polishing a glass. There was an array of choices all lined up against a mirror with blue back lights.
"I don't know, surprise me, all I do know is I want six of them." Axel purred in the bartender's ear and she brought back six little shot glasses. He turned to the small blonde. "Here Roxie. Take these," He split the glasses up, two more for him and four more for Roxas. Axel had to drive you know.
OooOo
"Axel you're heavy!" Roxas giggled as Axel supported him down the Organization's hallway.
"I'm heavy? I'm carrying you dumb ass!" The red head snorted as he kicked open Roxas' door.
"Ahh bed!" the blonde plopped down on his bed and flung wildly. He grabbed his pillow and sat it up, "I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again." Roxas slurred and pointed a chastising finger at the innocent blue pillow.
"Alright Roxas, I'm going to my room now if-"
"No!" Roxas rolled off his bed and landed with a thunk. He squirmed around the floor like a turtle on his back. After a few seconds of struggle Roxas called it quits and sprawled out. "Come sit." He patted the empty floor next to him. Axel couldn't say no to a defenseless turtle.
Roxas grabbed Axel's collar and pulled the surprised red head on top of himself. Axel was not a blanket!
"Woah blondie! Getting a little personal here!" Axel tried to get up, but the boy had an iron grip.
"Blankets do not talk." Roxas expression showed he was serious. It said 'Blankets do not talk, damn it'. Axel laid there and his face felt a little hot. Why did his face feel hot?
"Ugh, uncomfortable." Roxas whined tossing off Axel, who landed on his face. Maybe if he stayed there Roxas would let him go to his own room and sleep. That's all Axel really wanted, sleep.
Axel sat up only to be face to face with a half naked Roxas.
"Roxas, please, put your pants back on!" Axel exclaimed shielding his eyes from Roxas's briefs. His legs were so small and pale. The heat returned to Axel's face. Dare he say, Roxas looked cute.
"Axel, why does it feel like I've known you forever?" Roxas asked, sitting Indian style. Axel's ears perked at this question.
"What do you mean?" he asked confused, trying to look everywhere but Roxas', as his Kindergarten teacher called it, 'no-no square'.
"It feels like we used to be friends, when we were younger," Roxas stared at Axel with large blue eyes.
"It's because you like me so much." the red head joked, not knowing any other way to answer the odd question.
"That's true." Roxas sloppily climbed up in his bed and snuggled with his delinquent of a pillow. Axel took the opportunity to escape, wishing Roxas a good night and shutting the door behind him. It didn't feel like they've known each other before, did it? He never felt like that.
A/N: I couldn't bring myself to let Axel take advantage of a drunk Roxas. Roxas was so.. so cute. Maybe in a later chapter :3? But yeah, here it was. Review, yes? GIVE ME SOME ENCOURAGEMENT ROARRRR.