Well, there are other ways you can get them, or see them translated. From most of what I've seen, especially with the one Deviantart posted, and...
Well, a common bond will be the arrogant and into himself part xD, though, he's more of a Axel in terms of attitude. Actually, no. When I think...
Yeah, I fixed it up for you. I was waiting to see when you would update it, lol xD. But yeah. Actually, I was thinking of moving the RP to the...
I think she's pretty. Maybe she's KuaXa's long lost sister?
Perfection. You are in, Steal the Hail =3. And it's never too late xD.
Yes, well, Marluxia needed someone =3. And more member, so I had to decide. And like a son to you, lol? xD
...drink up me hearties, yo ho, We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, Drink up me hearties, yo ho. A young, 9 year old pale blonde haired girl, her pale strands tied in a exquisite half ponytail, slightly curled, sang as she stood behind the railing, in the bow of the HMS Heartless as it sailed through the sea to reach Port Royal, the air still and the breeze soft in her light, old fashioned blue dress, tight bodies, whose sleeves reached up to her elbows, and whose hems had white frills, and the skirt part expanded out all the way to her feet. She had learned that song from the people in the town, having been fascinated by pirates and their folklore, and she continued to chant, rather bored, and with nothing really to do. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack, Drink up me- She gasped, startled as someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder, and she turned around to face Demyx, and seeing the young man calmed her down as he told her to quiet as cursed pirates sailed these waters, and before she could even say a word to his remark, a younger Lieutenant Marluxia Norrington had interrupted, stopping him from scarring the girl any longer. Demyx tried to explain himself, and she just watched silently as Marluxia had said, quite in the degrading tone, that they heard him, and then ordered him away, into which Demyx complied to with a disappointing slump of his shoulders and a pout, muttering something about bad luck, and women in ships, and singing. But she didn't pay attention to all this as she turned to face the pink haired man, saying quiet and timidly as she gazed down, "I...I was liking what I was hearing. I think it'd be rather amazing to meet a pirate, in my opinion, wouldn't it?" "Think again, Ms. Reinholde." She slightly frowned a little at the dejection, as he walked up until he stopped beside her, explaining himself on how pirates were dangerous, and vile, and deserve what they got. She looked over at Demyx, who made it clear by grabbing his loose bow tie together in one hand, and presenting it as a noose, and...that they hung. Her eyes bulged, horrified, until her father, Governor Ansem The Wise Reinholde, had come in at the appropriate time to interrupt, dismissing the subject altogether and the effect it will have on her. She didn't really understand what the big deal was, that was a bit harsh to sentence pirates to death. However, it did get Marluxia to leave as he followed the demand of her dad, and she repeated to his comments, not sure why everyone hated pirates so much, her voice gentle,"Actually, I do find them interesting..." The platinum yellow haired Ansem nodded in understanding, though with a knowing expression as he replied, with a sigh, looking over at the sea, "Yes...that's what concerns me." He gave his daughter a warning stare, before stepping away and heading back to overlook the priorities of the ship, leaving her to her own. And all she did was let out a breath. It seems no one understood her. Was she the only one...who found the very stories of pirates fascinating and intriguing? What was so wrong? She just thought that they liked their freedom, and not having to be bound by law. Hugging herself, she went back to her spot to eye the ocean, staring down at anything, though she could not really see much due to the mist and the humidity. She did note something moving, however, and she titled her head further down to the water to see what it was, following it as she walked. It turned out to be a floating, upside down umbrella, and she furrowed her eyebrows. Why would something like that be here? Then again, people always lost their items. It wasn't until she looked forward again, to see what else might come, that her chest tightened when she saw a wooden plank...with someone in it. And the more closer it came, the more she realized what it was. Panicking, she backed off, for the first time announcing loudly, pointing to the direction, "A boy! A boy! There's a boy in the water!" At her words, everyone turned to her, then to the side of the ship to see what she was talking about hurriedly, including her father. "MAN OVERBOARD!" And from then on, it was a commotion, the others rallying up, footsteps stomping, and following the yells of bringing him aboard, ropes untangled, and thrown as they immediately went down to get the boy. She tried to get as close as she possibly could without getting pushed or swapped with all the running, seeing one of the men getting the child, and carrying him to the rest as they placed him down to the floor still in his arms, people crowding around him to see if he was okay, or was still alive. She was planning to get closer, until the air started to thicken, and the smell of smoke and ashes covered the atmosphere, and her ears could pick up flickering sounds. She turned her face, only to gape at the burned, blazed, and fired broken and destroyed ship that was falling apart, and sinking, flames licking the sky. She wasn't the only one who got the attention as the males now gathered to see the scenery. She could hear Demyx start, and say that it was pirates. Everyone was thinking of it, and they just wouldn't say it, yet, she didn't stop to listen to her father protest against the fact, as she slowly and tepidly moved from everyone else, and hovered over the boy they had saved, gazing at him in some sort of wonder. She noticed he was blond like her, but compared to her pale ones, his was made with color, the shade of a deep golden shade, spiked and some swept to the side as if a breeze had permanently left them that way. She was a bit surprised that it had dried so quickly and had gotten back into the proper shape, and she was so intent on looking at his features, that she ignored the noises, the clambering of everyone moving around, preparing to go on a boat to check for any other survivors. And it wasn't until she heard her father speak that she finally drifted her focus to the older man, bending down to her level as he eyed her sternly, and his voice was very low as another man picked up the blond kid and took him away once more. He let out a breath. "Naminé...I want you to look after the boy for me. Can you understand that? It will be much better with your age. You're in charge of him. Would you take care of him?" She nodded without another word, heading off quickly to do her new role, not knowing her father trailed her eyes on her back with a look. Naminé reached the blond's new settlement fairly fast, in a more empty and private corner, calming her breathing as she went up to the figure for the second time. In the same way, she was enthralled with how he appeared, studying him deeply, her mind for some reason thinking that he had more to do with this than he let on as a victim. Poor boy. He probably lost his family, and had nowhere to go now. Is...this what pirates did? In comfort, and sympathy, she extended a hand out, hesitantly, and gently touched and brushed his bangs out of his face, until there was a out of nowhere gasp, his eyes opened, and he moved, grasping her wrist hard. And she jumped in shock and alarm, not expecting it. The only reason she relaxed was when she found the boy's...deep, cerulean, and very beautiful eyes scared, his expression felt lost, and he maybe reacted because of the attack he had gone through. That's what her brain was saying. Placing her free hand on her heart, to sooth her ragged breathing, she gave him a twinkle of her own eyes, comprehending as she spoke quietly and smoothly, "It's okay...my name is Naminé Reinholde..." She was hoping the conversation will help him cool as he was gasping very heavily. "...Roxas Strife..." She watched him smile and grinned a little through his hyperventilation, relief shown, and she smiled back kindly, with a nod, "It's...fine. I'm watching over you, Roxas...you're going to be fine." She waited to see if he was to reply, but saw him leisurely lose consciousness, or maybe he was too tired, as he then closed his eyes. She checked, like everyone else did, to see if he was still breathing by putting her hand to his chest. He was alive, so it was nothing to worry over, but a glint of what he was wearing around his neck caught her vision. A necklace. With the curiosity of the child that she was, she pulled it from its hiding place under his shirt, finding at the end a pendant...no, a coin. It was pendant, though. Interested, she unhooked it from him for a closer look, her eyes tracing the markings as she held it, and the etched skull in the middle. She took a intake of breath, stunned. "You're a pirate!" "Has he said anything?" a familiar voice asked from behind. Afraid he might get caught, or done something worse if they found this out, she hid the coin sneakily and slyly behind her back, simply making it appear as if she was respectful in her manners and the way she was standing. Slightly thrown off her guard, she said clearly, trying her hardest to appear levelheaded to Marluxia, "He..he just said his name was Roxas Strife. That's all I found out from him." 'Please buy it. Then again, it wasn't really a lie...' Marluxia seems to be alright with the answer, though, as he turned to one of his crew members, and ordered to take him below. =============================== It had been awhile after Roxas had been taken to bed, and for warmth, and while she was away from everyone else, and the ship was now quiet and tranquil from the stampede it was before, she was in another side, looking around, and making certain non was watching. Carefully, she pulled back her cupped hands in front of her, the pendant in the necklace shining and enthralling her as she stared at it, holding it up to her face as she examined it. She was distracted, nonetheless, when behind the view of the coin, she saw a dark shape, and she squinted her cornflower eyes to see that it was a ship, a bit old looking, many red sails, and very black wood, heading into the mist as if simply gliding peacefully and without disruption. A flag was situated at the top, and her eyes grew big when she placed the white emblem, a skull, and two swords.... A pirate ship... =============================== Naminé woke up not many seconds later from her sleep, head on her pillow as she shifted her sight around the room when she snapped her eyes open, looking at her large, canopy bed, before settling at the lit, small candle on her side table beside her. She groaned, digging her face into the comfortable puffy cushion, but she knew she had to get up early today. No doubt her father will be coming very soon to haul her up. And that dream...how odd for her to...dream about how they first met. Felt so long. Sighing, she begrudgingly willed herself up, taking the candle and its holder with her as her legs swung over to the side of the mattress, and touch the ground. Getting to her feet, her white night gown fluttered in the breeze as she walked to her bureau, placing the candle holder on the surface as she opened a much smaller compartment, her hand dismissing off the book, and the papers inside, only to find what she was looking for. The coin. Dusty, untouched, all the way under everything, locked, and from no one's view. She took it, wiping her thumb over the cool metal to wipe away the dust, reminding her of her desire and need of seeing pirates, and of Roxas himself. That day...that unknown ship...moving to her vanity mirror, she stared at her reflection, pale, as always. But she ignored her lack of looks, in her opinion, as she spread the two sides of the necklace in its ends, and hooked it on her neck, the coin draping her collarbone, tilting her head from side to side, checking how it appeared on her as she fingered it in thought. To think....would she be able to be a pirate? What....many questions she still had after all these years, about herself, Roxas, and...her heart swelled when she thought of him. She almost tripped on herself when she heard the knocking on her door and her father calling her name. She scrambled really fast to get her thick, embroidered robe, covering herself, and in turn, the necklace. Nobody could find out. Fixing the rest of her outfit as Ansem began to question if she was alright, she sighed. "Yes...YES!" She froze when her father stepped in then after her permission, a smile on his face as Kairi, she noticed, scampered behind him, and the two females gave themselves hidden smiles of greeting. Naminé blinked her eyes at the white flash when her dad decided to conveniently pull open the window shutters without warning, letting in the fresh and morning air inside, mumbling about her still being asleep at this hour, and how it was such a beautiful day. She just rubbed her pupils, seeing dots, and there was another girl that trailed after Kairi, her sister, Xion, who held a box of something. Ansem, who was taking in the view, heard Xion finally come in, and he gracefully turned around, dressed and prim, with a royal aura about him. He eyed his beautiful daughter, who was also staring at the item that Xion had in hand. He decided to explain himself then, hoping she would like the present he got for her. "I have a gift for you." He took the top off with his hands, revealing the gorgeous dress within, and Naminé now had a delighted grin on her face as she propelled forward to admire it, taking it out, making him feel quite proud and pleased that he had gotten that reaction from her. "It's so beautiful..." she gasped, as she twirled it around, not believing that she got such a thing for such a simple morning. "Isn't it?" "What's it for, daddy?" Naminé inquired, giving him a stare for him to know she was unto what he was doing. There had to be a reason as to why she got a dress, of all things. especially when it was...very expensive. She chuckled to herself when he said that if he couldn't buy her something for the sake of dotting her, and when she searchingly looked at his expression, she accepted it for the moment, going over to her friends as they huddled together with giggles to help her get dressed as she went to change behind the wooden, solid, platform that hid her from being peeped on, and as she took off her gown, draping it over the top as well as her other cloths, she made certain to hide the necklace she had on. She also at the same time, listened as her father admitted, perhaps not able to hold it, that the dress was for a occasion, a ceremony. "Ceremony?" And of course, her suspicion form the get-go were proven true when it was for Norrington...Commodore Norrington, as it seemed he was getting a promotion. She sighed, peeking at him with her head only. "I knew it..." She went back after giving her father a pout, though she was only being playful. Naminé was always very comfortable with her father, and other than her girl friends, she opened up to him more and was less shy and fragile. Not exactly a very pirate trait, she thought. That would include Roxas in how she was very free, but... "He's to become a Commodore," he explained, wanting his daughter to understand the importance of this, and how special it was, especially as he had been serving years in the service. And among other things, which she didn't know how she will take. "A very fine, gentleman. Charming, Pristine. Courteous. He does fancy you, do you know that?..." Oh yes, she did, it wasn't like he kept it a secret, but she was highly unfocused as she concentrated and was having trouble, real trouble, as Kairi attempted her best to close and tie up the strings in her back for the bodice of the dress, making her almost unable to breath as she gasped for air. Each tug was like a painful trap of her lungs, and her friends were giving her pitiful looks, as they knew she wouldn't say anything to disappoint her father and complain. She bit her lips, and tried to act at least normal, though she hissed when another tug was done. The corset that was sewn into this dress was horrible. She was going to die in this... "Is everything alright? How does it look?" Naminé made sure not to wheeze. "It's...quite....something." His brow crunched together, nearing closer, noticing from the tone that there was something off about her. "It's the latest fashion in London." "Then I sent my congratulations on their discovery on how to hold their breath in," she replied in a rasp, placing her face in her hands, as she winced, and groaned a little as it pressed her body, like if it was something heavy flattening it until she will become nothing, but a stick. She wasn't much for fashion anyway, and she would prefer to have worn something...where she was able to move properly, and feel comfortable in. She had briefly heard someone step in her room, saying that her father had a visitor, and he then excused himself, hoping that he would soon see her. Naminé didn't really listen as she hugged Kairi tight as Xion continued to struggled with the outfit, saying that it was going to be over in a while. She didn't think so, as she had to go on the whole day, or at least for the remaining hours, not inhaling or exhaling. =============================== Ansem went down the flight of stairs with his right hand man and aid, staring back up to Naminé's room, as she did not sound so well. He was worried, of course. He didn't want anything to make her feel in a any way force or uncomfortable. He supposed it will have to wait as he was not the type to keep a guest on hold for so long. And as he stepped below, holding the banister, he searched to see who was the man, and a polite smile broke into his face once he spotted the young, blond male, not getting over how much he had grown from the time he had first thrown himself into their lives. And quite skillful with a sword. He could conclude that he was there to deliver what he had asked for him to put together. He was truly fond of him, needless to say, and as he regally walked over to him when he reached the leveled ground, he greeted, his tone quiet and calm, "Mr. Strife. Pleasure to see you."
When Axel had patted him on his shoulder, it confirmed to both of them, even though the redhead may not see it, that this was indeed, real. That this was indeed, happening. And this was not a illusion or a trick of the mind that was brought in by maybe wishing for some company, or a familiar face. No...this was Axel. The real Axel. And he was standing here with him. He was barely getting out of the shock he was in at seeing his best friend again, when he had witness his death, and their last final goodbye. No...that's right, not a final goodbye. But, a promise. A promise to meet again. His cerulean eyes quivered as he smiled, gazing intently at the man beside him. With him. It was surreal. And a quench in his chest unleash a spurt of gladness, that spreaded through his veins and warmed his body, knowing that they found one another. They saw each other. It was indescribable, but, it was the type of feeling that made a person want to jump up and down, though he had more control on that. Roxas just nodded at his words, agreeing and acknowledging that fact, however, he noticed something was off with his tone, and it was made clear by his next sentence. The happiness turned into a sort of pang, frowning a little, sympathetic to the situation Axel found himself in, and never really getting his Heart back. He was aware how much that meant to the fire wielder, so it concerned and pained him to see him so disappointed. He had also admitted that the rest of the Organization members were back, by some force, and he wondered and was curious of how, when and why, but he didn't want to waste the time they had with each other on such, while important, matters. They will be attended to, and whatever it was, he knew it was to be investigated soon once Sora, and the rest, found it. Maybe the King already was on to this development. So, no, he didn't want to mull, or break things down, or worry, as each minute was precious. Can he go back with him? He was sure Sora wouldn't mind his company, as he had helped. Roxas...really...didn't want to be separated again...Axel was the only left that was real, other than Naminé. He sighed mournfully, closing his eyes as he looked down into the steep ground below, only to reopen them with a sort of sadness in their gleam. Before, he didn't know what to say, or how to act, But now, he found himself automatically rasping, "No...you deserve one... and you'll get one. It just...maybe...coming back to life as a Nobody may have prevented it...?" He wasn't too positive on what he was saying, but he remembered clearly when he said to the others, that Axel was not dead nor had he disappeared, he was to return back to his original self. He didn't know why he had known such a fact...just that he did. It was felt. What was it that stopped that process? It somewhat also interested him that Demyx was around, and so was Larxene....though he really never had the chance to truly get to know her or anything, which was odd, as she was the one that sat next to him by order of chairs. She had a bit of a attitude, and had a strong personality that was almost kind of...overboard from what he remembered. He didn't have any negative opinions on her, however. Standing there soundlessly for a while, he then asked, more of a mutter than before, carefully, "Are you...planning to do anything...?" She didn't know how long she had been here. It felt like hours, upon hours, and she had found herself dozing off a few times, more so because of the peaceful and serene atmosphere, the darkness of the night, the moonlight, and the sounds of the soft waves crashing upon the shore that came to her ears as a gentle lullaby. She never knew just how the beach, when it was empty, and silent, was such a wonderful place to relax, letting all the tension and troubles out with the caressing breeze. The only thing that kept her from fully sleeping is her, while not that heated, debate on the Organization, and what she was going to do. She couldn't stay here forever. Larxene sighed, weighing the pros and cons, as well as repeating and going over the previous reasons of why she left. Nothing there. She had no one there. Maybe Marluxia, but, who really knew about him? Humming to herself once more as she went into deep deliberation, her hand that she had flat on the sand to support her suddenly got poked by something. Something moving. She froze. Only to then snatch it back to her in surprise as she got startled, when she felt the movement even more apparent and harder, and she stared with wide eyes at the spot, finding a...whatever it was, coming out of a tiny hole. However, when she glanced around, this wasn't the only place where it was happening, as she then saw many other little sand holes being pulled apart by whatever they were, and alarmed, she leaped to her feet, backing away from now the abundance of these things everywhere near. What popped out from there made her feel quite embarrassed, but also made her mouth gape in wonder as the teeny baby turtles began to struggle to get out out of their craters, just hatched. She saw their little "feet" and "arms" wobbling and swinging as they tried to get into the water. Checking them all, she saw one particular one having a hard time, so bending down, she just slightly poked her finger under its belly as cautiously and as softly as she could possibly do, and lift it a bit for it can get moving more. It worked, as it joined the rest of its siblings to charge into the waves, and she moved back with a slight amused expression as they fought to get in there. It wasn't long before some started reaching the water, and were getting swept away, yet, she stayed there looking at them all, really enthralled, not having ever seen this event before. If she was any other girl, she would be mumbling how cute and adorable they all were. But she's wasn't, so she just simply smiled, watching, getting into the sea being just one of the dangers that laid ahead of them. Abandoned by their mother, left to wander the world alone and go through the survival of the fittest, avoiding any preys. Many are born, less than that make it. It was such a horrible existence, in a way. You had to plunder and battle your way through, with no one there, no one to teach, no one to reach, all by yourself in the world of risk and hazards. Independent from the moment they first get out of their eggs. She found she actually admire the birth and the symbolism these very small turtles, barely knowledgeable, have to do to make it without anybody to guide them, and she hoped...they will be alright. Cool and cruel she may be, but this whole experience presented her with a understanding that she herself had. It spoke to her, and it boggled her that these babies were just...left on their own. Bye bye baby turtles... She eyed the three that were still lagging, the others already gotten to the depth of the ocean, she supposed, and she started giving them another little push delicately to get them going, the waves kind of floating them back in and out, and shifting them. They were okay, however, as they got far to the point where they weren't push backwards enough to make it to land, and they just kept trudging on, farther, and farther...and she remained there looking at the things until her senses picked up the rift in the air of a portal opening: the main point of how you can know the presences of others when they are coming, or are here. Narrowing her aquatic eyes, now alert, her brain began wiring and chugging on how to get out of this predicament, wondering if they sent for her. Why, she could not know, as she wasn't very much of use to Xemnas, especially when he was chauvinistic, and didn't think highly of females as fighters. Not knowing exactly what member was it, as some did overcame her strength, like Xaldin, or Saïx, she conjured up a portal herself, and got out of the vicinity as quickly and as quietly as the wind, to a random world that she could think of to give herself time to build up a strategy. Larxene didn't know how she didn't process the fact that she could be hunted down, and she was enjoying this glimpse of freedom too much that she had left out that this wasn't really permanent. She didn't want to go back...she really didn't.
"I came to you due to the letter you sent me, which piqued my interest. As you may know or not know, part of the reason why we are back is to repay...the disservice that was done to us in the past," Xemnas sighed as he watched him shudder, though at least it was a much better sight than the one he had shown earlier. That was just uncalled for and disgraceful, and he would not stand for such demonstration in front of him. Nevertheless, he had said what needed to be said about his presence here, and it was up to Vexen to response, as he concentrated on what Demyx was now planning to do. He shook his head slightly when he had portalled the two of them out of his room, and now, he believed, was the time to act. He summoned forth a Sorcerer, sending it not much later to where Demyx was now at, telling him precisely that he knew what he was doing, who he had with him, and that to either bring his little friend with him along with himself to Where Nothing Gathers, or to be hunted down by him personally. It was a ultimatum, and Demyx was now in charge of his fate. He did not have patience when members are acting awry, and he better be careful with his steps, or they might...suddenly lose a water wielder. He did not know why he had not done something so far, considering that he brought one of Sora's friends to join up with him, and who knows what he had said so far. He was not to be trusted, and he'll be sure that Demyx will not be part of meetings, and to warn the others not to tell him a thing, or someone will have to protect them. Either that, or keep his most secret plans, while giving the rest a vague version of what he was to do. Yes, he had to keep things to himself, just as he had always done. Demyx had made it difficult to keep with his oath of not killing them, as apparently, look where that got him to if they were free to do whatever they wanted: a sneak. No other choice was left. Well, why keep it as a souvenir when it's going to be useless? I doubt I need the whole bag to keep for that, and this is nothing more than irritating baggage to keep... she answered as she grabbed the bag and slung it over her shoulder, to herself, not outloud, face tightening in annoyance as it was directed at him. Obviously he was not comprehending her. She had no more use for it, and handing it down to other people other than the pathetic ones loitering around here was the better option. She was not high on the moral standard in any way whatsoever, but she was smart, and not drunk enough, to be aware that giving the money to these idiots and imbeciles was only a expensive gift they were going to waste. Probably this very night. And she truthfully didn't want to give them anything, so the only other choice is to search around and who can she leech it to. Because she surely didn't want it. This type of money wouldn't work on other worlds, especially as it was the 1800s, and it wasn't the usual munny that she was used to buy synthesizers and other necessities from like in Twilight Town. She was not in any way liking that she had to carry this bag around, and as she was about to argue her case, though she felt her eyes daze, and she had to shake her head to stop seeing two, blurry Axels, she felt her body being moved closer to his by his very own volition, her mind in the state were her movements were lagging, as well as her reaction time, and her breath caught in her throat. She didn't even care as they began stepping inside the portal, and she let herself be led aimlessly, distracted by the lack of space between the two that he had done, and his scent. His natural smell...it was like a cross of spice and cinnamon, but she couldn't really get her head around it as it was in itself genuine...and she noticed he was really warm too. Really warm. More than normal body heat, yet....not that badly. It was enough that you could feel it, and she wondered how it would be to sleep next to him, toasty. It was like a personal heater, and for some reason, as she looked up at his face, even the darkness...she was attracted. She wasn't going to keep that hidden to herself anymore, and be in denial. She was. And a tingle in her spine, and the swell in her stomach provided more clues that she was starting to get slightly heated, so she willed it away in case she did something utterly ridiculous in her body's desires while it was consumed by alcohol. She was suppose to hate this guy. And in some form, she still did no matter how calm and cooperative she was being for the night, that was obvious. She didn't trust him, and she didn't think when she ever could. If at all. But at the same time, she was drawn to his magnetism, and that was something she couldn't help. She didn't know whether to feel repulsed, or just accept it considering that you really could not control what your body felt like having, or had carnal hunger for. Larxene had to remember this was the exact guy who charmed his way into their plan, and betrayed her, and stabbed her in the back without a second's blink, and she kept that always in her mind. Right now, she was putting all the bad blood and problems away just to have the good time she needed before she had to go back, yet, it will be different once this night was over. She would not let herself be fooled, no matter what his true intentions were, good or bad. Axel was one of the people you have to keep caution for. Even if she couldn't really make her body derive from lusting for him, she could not pay mind to it, and keep herself in check. She was able to do that...intoxication aside. It was much more...breathable and more cooler and fresh, and less stuffy once they found themselves in a dim, though big, club, the music blasting on at full volume out other speakers, the bass highlighting the beat to set the mood, the floors with perfectly cleaned and silver tiles, while the walls were of the same shade, metallic. Disco lights, flashing different colors, blue, green yellow, orange, pink, red, purple, its rays reaching across the entire place, rainbow circles dancing around the ceiling, the ground, spotlights raining down of certain spots, and then her favorite and preferred addition: the laser lights. They were crisscrossing around the air above them, and the whole scenery represented the beauty of a real actual dance club, with a DJ set underneath the wide stage in his own dais. The bar, she noted, near the entrance, and in its very own corner with its black marble counter table, stools on the customers' sides, glass cups hanging from the rack above that reflected the light as the bartenders took one and served the beverages, flipping over bottles in well learned tricks, and enticing the people for conversations. Now this...this was what she was talking about. Modern. Modern music. Modern alcohol. Modern everything. And it was no surprise when a big grin appeared on her face as the adrenaline was already rushing, watching the mob and crowd dance and sway, grinding against each other, while some girls, the types that like to show-off and were proud of their "skills", were dipping up and down, shaking their ass...kind of making her nauseated. They were dress to the touch, however. And they did look sexy, with their dresses, and their outfits, and their shoes. Larxene almost wished she was dressed for the occasion. But beggars can't be choosers, so she had to deal with her current Organization cloak. Already the music was pumping in her blood, and her body, like a heart beat, building up the suspense and anxiousness to join in as she saw the chatter, and the fun. And it was why this time, she was right beside Axel all too eager as he dragged her to the dance floor. She dropped and let go of the bag of money as they found a space for themselves, the weight of it quite irritating, and a nuisance when she will be dancing. She halfway wanted to smack Axel for not letting her get rid of it. But she will take care of the money, sooner or late, on a break. Protecting it with some electricity, though she didn't know what people will find that was actually worth inside, she glanced around, everyone basically grinding and romping with one another, or at least, too close and intimate for it to be regular, innocent dancing. And with that picture in mind, she then eyed Axel, only to make a blanching face at the thought of them in that matter. And there were many reasons why she would not dance like that, at least with him, as she already saw some guys willing when they smiled at her. First, it wasn't like that between her and him, ignoring her recent temptation. Second, she did not know what Axel appreciated when a girl danced with him. He might be a prude for all she knew, and didn't like that sort of connection. Third...with her problematic situation of...yearning for Axel's...body and anything really, it was better for her to stay a good distance away from playing around with it further. And fourth, it would show she was completely single. All the couples were somehow interlocked and feeling each other, and as Axel swayed by himself, and she in her own, it was obvious that they weren't together as a pair. Shrugging, she began to move her hips to the melody, her self-conscious gone as she moved and jerked, almost enticingly and flirtatiously as she eyed a certain good-looking guy. It may have been awhile since she had been to a club, yet, what she got from it in her past didn't leave; and that meant getting a guy's attention, or at least encourage for him to come over and that he was accepted. Chuckling to herself as she fluently accentuated her curves as she flowed them with her her waist, side to side, and a little faster, she turned to Axel with a smirk, "Any girls that caught your eye yet? Cause I already got four guys that are worthy."
The moment he heard those words coming out of her mouth, his lips slowly weaved itself into a smirk after both their lips touched slightly in a literal second kiss. His green eyes twinkled at her, her face so close to his that he could note every fiber of her skin, and the traces and colors of her emerald orbs. And it had been, or it felt, like a long while that they were in this intimate position, hot breaths mixing, bodies intertwined, tense and thick atmosphere surrounding them as his blood rushed, and pumped through his veins in desire, driving his mind to haze in befuddlement, or whether or not to really kiss her. Really, truly kiss her. Putting on a public show, which some were watching ever since he had gotten on top of her, he could sense it, was not on his list as well. To do or not to do. It was tempting, heated, and he knew Rei wouldn't mind. It had turned from a game, to actually wanting to go ahead and just go for it, a little bit, wouldn't hurt, to fulfill his thirst. But he knew better. Way better. He was changed. And as far as he was aware, him and Larxene did not break up. And he was not to cheat on her again anytime soon. Not after the way she appeared hurt and betrayed, and abandoned him after what seemed to be headed towards a special night. The very thought and reminder made his chest ache at what he had thrown to her and admitted, and in the end, he couldn't blame her for leaving. He had to have control, for her sake, and his. You did not go and make-out with a girl against a person you cared for...and had, very deep feelings for at that. And he wasn't going to degrade his priorities. He couldn't. No matter how hard it was. If one of them took the initiative to do it, they won't stop. Looking at Rei cryptically and intently, he did know the answer to his question, it just didn't stop him from teasing and taunting her. At least, the test had gone mildly successful, they held themselves back, and no one had to get hurt in the process. Axel didn't know how they will get through this until their lust went away, if it will, yet, for the moment and the while, it was for the best to hold that carnal hunger. With a blink, he pulled his head back, away from the warm nest he had woven with her, and untangled himself and moved his body, feeling the cool air of the night touch his perspiring skin as he plopped beside her in his previous seat, letting out a long deep breath. Avoiding eye contact, he went to check on his funnel cake, which was left all alone with no attention after it cost him a lot of money. Being broke aside, that is. Pulling the plate to him as if what he did was nothing, or pretending anyway, though he still felt the aftermath, he asked her in a neutral, though casual tone to release the heavy air right off, "I dare say, you aced the exam, Rei. You were close to failing, though." He converted the smirk to a cocky grin. "Aren't I amazing? I guess I haven't lost my touch." Demyx frowned slightly when Zexion had snatched away from his hold, but went to pay attention to the half-breed wolf girl with interest, as she was the reason he came close to her. He had to admit, he was quite surprised when she not only spoke to him as a dog, or wolf, a cross of both, but then transformed in his vision as a female, which kind of expanded his eyes wide, not witnessing such a thing, or whether it was like werewolves where they go through major pain and end up...with no clothes. Thankfully, this wasn't the case here, so he breathed a sigh of relief after he had gotten startled. A hybrid. It took awhile for Demyx to get his thoughts together after he had seen this experience, and he tried hard for something to say that didn't sound like...silence. Studying her for a moment, he scratched his head as he looked down, before looking back up, hoping that he wouldn't say anything offensive. He was more open to people, so he didn't mind talking to the girl, or at least getting to know her. He always found some topic of conversation in some manner. "A hybrid, huh? Then that means you are the only unique kind, since I've never seen anything around here, if my reaction didn't say enough." He then placed a finger under his chin, in thought for some seconds, before he extended his hand a she grinned cheerfully. "By the way, I'm Demyx!" He then pointed to Zexion, who appeared bored compare to his happy partner. "And he's Zexion. Don't mind him, Axel says his future house will be in a stranded island, alone with no life, and he'll live the rest of his days as a primitive hermit. He doesn't like it when Zexion keeps to himself all the time, jokes notwithstanding..." He shrugged, giving a side glance to the gray haired male next to him.
Larxene knew Marluxia had to learn that when to pick her up, to be careful, because it always sent her on a painful, tormenting body spree of hurt and aches, and it still throbbed even as he placed her on his comfortable soft bed, and pulled over the covers, her head once more on a good, cool puffy pillow. She tried not to show and express the infliction she was going through as to not give him nay reason to be concerned, but it didn't matter when she was getting used to it, as her eyes were down shut, heavy, and basically unmovable. And she was tracing back to sleep now more than ever, already lulling, and her head getting empty, at least to a more airheaded rank. Nonetheless, she did have to thank Marluxia for the mini bath he had done for her, as it, by the end, to answer what he said he hoped had given her some relief, made her feel more better, breathe more easily, and with his touch along with his scrub, it took away the bad and unappreciated feeling of anything Xeltic had done on her skin and replaced by Marluxia's much more comfortable one. There was just something that bothered her, and that was the fact that she realized, or maybe just admitted to herself, that her body somewhat, in a minuscule amount, liked it. It almost felt like she was hiding something wrong, and before slumber takes her over and brings her to its depth, as it was getting to now that she was in a proper resting place, she needed to say it to let her body finally go unconscious without anything holding her back. When he was feeling her forehead, and caressing her hair away from her face, before she opened her mouth to somehow get a word in, she heard a portal opening, and then Axel's voice, which made her halt her actions as she laid still and silent. Damn. She really didn't want him to see her like this. Though for all he knew, she was just sleeping. It wasn't like she had wounds or cuts, or bruises, it was more inner. She had liked the privacy, and she pondered, as she let out a long breath and a yawn, going deeper into dozing, what he was doing here. Roxas plopped on his bed, his room tidy and organized compared to some others, letting out a sigh, now that Axel had run off again even though he said they were about to get something to eat. He didn't get to approach him about the action he pulled on Demyx either, which was quite harsh, and a bit tough on him. It was uncalled for and unnecessary, really. The least he could do was set his butt on fire. Then again, Demyx can just put it away with his water. Still, he would think there was a better option instead of taking such a, as Vexen would put it, "unorthodox" measure. He actually felt sorry for the guy with him getting unconscious. However, he hadn't really gotten how Axel and Demyx's relationship was in the first place after all this time,other than the admiration. One minute, Axel will enjoy his company. The next, he knocks him out, fights him, degrades him, and even questions himself on how he puts up with it. These were the times, as it made him curious, where he saw another side of Axel that he had never been aware of was there. Or something he didn't show in his presence, or when they were alone. It was a darker, more harmful, and he had witnessed it two times by now. He already knew people were keeping things from him, that was obvious, and he wasn't certain whether Axel was doing the same thing, along with his real personality. He didn't know why he had the Keyblade. Who was this Sora. Many questions, and yet no answers. Why was he so special? Why had Xemnas almost avoided killing Demyx because he would lose him? Xioimara was self-explainable, yet...the Superior needed him here. He truthfully could not stay in this castle cooped up for such a long time, he got restless, whatever was going. Since he had nothing to do, he began to wonder where Xioimara was, as she was the only other one who he really knew to some extent and level. Getting up, he sprung off his mattress, and instead of being lazy and portalling, he simply opened the door to his room, locking it, and closing it behind him as he walked out, just walking across the hall to the door in front of him with a etched XIV. It was good all their rooms where all in one certain section, and he didn't waste any time as he knocked, waiting to see if anyone was there.
Yeah, just tired. Barely beginning, and I already hope school goes by fast and it's over. I'll get to everything I can for today xP.
I'm in the laptop, since I want to lay down in bed. I'm kind of tired >.>. If it was up to me, I wouldn't even be on if I didn't have a lot to do...
I don't see why you can't be in xD.
I added you both in o:
Lol xD. Just giving you the heads up in case you missed it ^^;.
=3 By the way, just the reminder that we are waiting for you in War of Nobodies. You're supposedly going to post first :P.
Oh, alright, I didn't notice it was with Xemnas, thought it was Marluxia's. I was kind of weirded out on having two electric types on his team,...
Well, is just in case you have trouble finding any Axel songs around the interwebz or so :P. And I agree, considering that with those not out...
Yeah, not the first time I heard that, Shadow the Hedgehog :P. I think she has a awkward beauty =3. Lol, at the electrifying comment xD. But, usually, not many Fangroups are that active. I'm still waiting on Zeonark to respond to two paragraph of Larxene loving. Either way, though, I guess a topic is at hand: Larxene's hair feelers: like or dislike them? Cute or not?
