Notes of Doooom: Woohoo! I'm finally posting one of my KH fics!!! So I will say first thing that I do not own Organization 13 Kingdom Hearts and such... Square Enix does.
Now this little fic is all about the Organization! I'm going to try to at least mention all members... I don't know who all will have what size parts in this but I will tell you that Axel and Roxas are the main characters... and just a little later Demyx, Saix, and Marluxia will have a rather large part in it. Infact let me know who your fav member is and I'll try to make a good chapter with them in it This is a work in progress... But I plan to update often.
notes about the rating and what will be found in here... Ok so I rated this T, like I do all my fics, just because I want to be safe. There is no smut, cursing, or yaoi in this... I just don't write that, but I hope those that do like that will still find this entertaining. I just want to be sure that this will be safe for all eyes... even though it's rated T. It's a comedy, pure and simple. Hope you enjoy!
Pain in the Axel
Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction
By Dragonnova
Chapter 1: Forces of Doom
1It was dark. That deep void that can only come from the late hours of the night. Nobody could have seen in that kind of darkened veil that had fallen over the castle. And nobody in his or her right mind would have wanted to. One would normally think grim darkness of the World that Never Was would remain a constant through out the hours, but this was not true. Only the inhabitants of such a world could understand what true darkness the night held in such a place. It's icy fingers reached into every inch of the land shadowing everything it touched in a sort of abyss that would make one feel like they'd never see the light again. This was the true reason the castle had halls of white marble. The pale moon of Kingdom Hearts would give off just the slightest reflected light on these cold corridors; it was the only thing keeping one from tripping over their own feet on the way to the bathroom.
The hour was very late; most had gone to sleep hours before hand, leaving the halls in still silence. However, there was a nobody stirring in the stillness. Gentle tip toeing footsteps echoed carefully in the night, slowly making their way down one of the long halls. Stopping every so often at the slightest hint of a sound. A pair of emerald eyes peered into the black, searching for movement only to focus back on the desired destination after they were satisfied they were alone. A hand reached out along the wall, sliding past smooth marble until it rested on a textured surface. It was a door, an ornately decorated door that seemed to put off the slightest bit of light even in the darkness of night from its ashen color. The hand rested on the handle, and gently, slowly cracked it open. Holding it firmly and not making a move until the echoed 'click' died.
Ears strained against the small crack, listening to the room on the other side. There was silence only for a few moments, before a soft moan echoed followed by the gentle sound of breathing. Someone was sound asleep, stirring only for a moment when the air pressure in the room had changed. The dark hooded figure cracked the door open slowly, just enough to squeeze through, then stood in the shadows until his eyes were able to adjust to the dim moon light that streamed through the window's lacy curtains on the left.
It was a large room, with only the usual furnishings you would find in a bedroom. His eyes fell on the dresser, the desk, and then the bed. He stopped there, target found. The bed was occupied by a lump of blankets that slowly rose and fell with the breathing of the being that was snug underneath them. A large wicked smile flashed across the cloaked figure's shadowed face as he swiftly and silently crept up on the sleeping one like a lion getting ready for the kill.
He was almost to the bedside when something unthinkable happened...
"SQUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!"
The hooded figure hit the floor like a solder in a battlefield, scrambling under the bed and out of sight just as the now fully awake figure of a teenage boy sat bolt up. There was a flash of light, and the young blond stood shakily in a fighting stance on the mattress, two keyblades of light and darkness firmly clasped in either hand. Frantically he scanned the room in a dazed state, only to find nothing but pale moonlight and shadows. The boy glanced to the side, out the window at the heart shaped 'moon'. His erratic breathing slowed as his eyes suddenly became unbearably heavy. He sighed and fell back to the warm pillow, as the keyblades seemed to dissolve into the air. He turned a few times and snorted as he flung the covers back over his head.
The hooded figure laid there in the shadow of the bed for a few minutes, listening, waiting for the sound of breathing to return to the steady rhythm. Then he slowly pulled himself out from under the bed, glancing at the floor where the offending squeaky stuffed toy sat. "What kind of teenage kid has a stupid stuffed Papou dog toy on his floor..." he muttered almost silently as he kicked the horrid star across the room. He then sat up; slowly peering over the edge of the bed at the lump of blankets his nose resting firmly on the edge of the mattress.
He kneeled closer until he was at the head of the bed, then he hovered halfway across, "Roxas... Roooooooooxaaaaaaaaaaas..." he called in a gentle whisper.
The lump grunted at him in answer, forcing him to duck out of sight. Waiting a moment before he leaned close again, "Roxas... I.. Am... your conscience... "
"Gggo...a...awaaaaynnmmmm." the covers twisted as Roxas tried to block the sound.
"You need to listen to me, Roxas.. Me... Your conscience..." The figure cooed eerily in the boy's ear. "You must change the way you're doing things, Roxas. It's wrong."
Roxas' breathing hitched slightly, proving that he was listening even in his dream state.
The intruder took the silence as consent to continue, "From now on you need to listen to your superiors, no matter what, especially that Axel. Now there's a bright and intelligent… and handsome... loved by all…" he voice paused a second and cleared his throat, "Ahem, he knows best, so you need to stop nagging him... and do whatever he says from now on…" The voice cooed like a lullaby, "got that memorized?"
"How would my conscience like a key blade shoved up his nose..." Roxas sat up suddenly, staring eye to hooded shadowed eye with 'his conscience'.
"Ouch... that would kinda hurt..." the cloaked man reached up and yanked the hood back, revealing fiery crimson hair in the silver moonlight. "Especially if it's the Oathkeeper one… That one's nasty... all those pointy little edges and..."
"What do you want?" Roxas glanced at the clock beside his bed, "AT THREE IN THE MORNING!!!!"
Axel fell silent, blinking innocently. "What I can't come and pay my best friend a visit..."
"At... three... in... the ... morning!!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF MOOGLES!!!!" Roxas flopped over burying his face in his pillow and yanked the covers over his head.
"HE-Y!!! I'm a friend in need here... you must come and help me seek revenge on my enemies!!!" Axel whined at the lump of covers.
"Go away..." the covers grunted back.
"Please!!!!" Axel whined like a starved puppy.
"No.. I WANT to SLEEP.. Like a normal person at this time of night... they SLEEP!!" Roxas tugged at the pillow under him, making it curve over his head and muffle the whining sound.
"Normal? Since when have we been normal?" Axel snorted at his friend, but no sound came from the mound of covers. The levels of frustration finally reached his breaking point, "Fine... you wanna be difficult." Axel snorted then the room fell eerily silent.
Roxas lay there like a slug, eyes open, staring at the pattern of his blanket overhead. He felt the little bit of weight from Axel on the edge of the mattress shift and leave. Then there was nothing. No sound or movement. The comforter moved slightly as deep blue eyes peered just above the edge and scanned the space near the bed. In all the time he had joined Organization XIII and been friends with the overly energetic pyromaniac he had never known the man to leave that easily.
In a state of bewilderment, Roxas slowly sat up, his covers collecting around his waist before he kicked them off completely. "Axel?" he half whispered as he scanned the room. "Axel?" his voice rose slightly, echoing in the large space as he slowly slid out of bed and stumbled to the middle of the room.
The bedroom door was wide open, Roxas stumbled toward the entry reaching up with one hand and covering his eyes from the harsh light as he flicked on the lights. He blinked and strained to see into the darkness as he peeked out into the hallway. Finally he slowly turned and pulled the door shut. Staring back at his bed in shock. "Wow… I guess I ticked him off..." he scratched his head and yawned, "That's nice..." he smiled sleepily as he began to reach for the light switch and return to his warm covers.
He then lost all sense of balance and space. Time seemed to suddenly move in slow motion, as he felt weightless in mid air. The feeling passed quickly and was replaced with a sharp pain in his backside and a lack of air. He hit the ground hard, while the heavy weight that had knocked him off his feet sat comfortably on his stomach pinning his arms to the floor.
"aaaaah ouchies…" the boy grunted, gasping for air.
"Roxas, Roxas, Roxas… when will you learn that you need to LISTEN to me…. And not make it hard on yourself like this…" Axel sighed from his perch.
"Ge…. Gg get OFF!!!" Roxas coughed as the last of his air escaped him with the words.
"Will you help me?" Axel bargained.
"Nnnn… NO!" The blonde spat angrily.
"Why? I mean what kind of friend are you…." A look of hurt flashed across the older one's face.
"A..A..all you…. W...Want to do… is play stupid tricks on the others…. Jerk!" Roxas gasped stuttering from the lack of air.
"You leave me no choice…" Axel sat up a bit.
It took only a second for Roxas to recognize the stance his friend was taking, "NO…. don't you dare…"
The next sound was Axel making an aweful 'snark' noise as he worked up a good spit wad.
Roxas had had the unfortunate privilege to behold this 'talent' Axel was about to use on him. Those who went against Axel's wishes then had to undergo the 'slow-spit-ribbon-of-torture'. The vision flashed through his poor reeling mind. Demyx had said the wrong thing and instantly been tackled and pinned just like this. The last thing Roxas could recall before his stomach lurched and he was forced to leave the room was Demyx screaming in horror as the glistening sting was inches from his nose.
"NOOOOOO No NO NO no no no NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Roxas frantically tried to escape but quickly found that he was still perfectly pinned. Axel was quite skilled at being a pain in one's backside, and he took this job very seriously.
"Help me?" Axel asked on last time.
"If you spit on me…. I'll throw up on you…" Roxas threatened through clenched teeth.
"Better not.. I'm a chain puker. And I've got gravity on my side." Axel snickered.
"Fine… I'll help you…" Roxas finally gave in, he knew that his friend was not the type to back down once he made up his mind.
Axel jumped up, releasing his captive "Woot! Now let us rain some doom upon our doomed enemies!"
"Can't this wait, I mean… I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in…" He was cut off by his psychotic friend pulling him up to his feet and pushing him out the door, "Hey, wait, can't I even change my clothes?!?"
"No time for that… Nice PJs by the way." He pointed at Roxas' swirly heart print pajamas.
"Yeah thanks" Roxas sighed as he followed helplessly behind.
It was going to be a long horrible night, which would most likely result in flared tempers and them running for their lives come morning. But who stand against a tidal wave of fire like Axel, it best to just go with the flow and feign stupidity when the consequences come.
To be continued in the next chapter…
Demyx will have to face a terror like no other; something he once loved will turn on him and test his sanity. What in the world has Axel planned for our poor Melodious Nocturne?
Extra Notes : Axel makes Invader Zim like comments from time to time... you'll understand those a little more if you see my short comics on Deviant Art, I belive I've linked to my page there on my profile... if not just google dragonnova and you'll find my DA... if you're interested that is.