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Kingdom Hearts, "In A Land of Hearts" (Axel+Roxas)
Warning: This fic contains Nobodies bashing friendship and suffering from warmfuzzy feelings.
The rare Assassin enemy -- Axel's Nobody servants -- will self-destruct if you get them to a low level of health and fail to kill them quickly.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
refracting informed me that Roxas doesn't approve.
.in a land of hearts.
The little bottle read "Drink Me." Axel thought maybe that was a perfectly good reason to do exactly not that.
"What's in it?" Roxas wanted to know, and he shrugged. "Grab it. Maybe it's something Vexen would like to look into," he said, not really interested. They had other prey to hunt.
Personally, Axel was interested in finding out how flammable the local card-folk were. He'd always wanted to put a light to Luxord's playthings, but the gambler kept insisting that it was the mark of a sore loser, and that made it less fun.
Roxas gave the bottle a flat, mistrustful look, and didn't touch it. "What's so special about this cat anyway?"
"It happens to be purple," Axel drawled. "That's kind of unique, isn't it?" The cat also happened to be talky and fond of riddles, and was said to offer a unique insight on matters of politics and destiny -- matters in which the Superior had a great interest.
(Axel was on very specific orders: If the Cat spoke any words that might have referred to "one of two souls" or "he who will open the door" or if the Cat so much as breathed the word "key," it was Axel's responsibility to create a diversion.)
(Axel was on very specific orders: Protect darling Number XIII from his own truths. But be ever vigilant. Superior must have that same knowledge.)
Roxas murmured, "Where are the scouts we sent out?"
As if summoned by the comment, a distortion rippled through the air near them. They both glanced up in the same instant, expectant, and Axel's eyes widened as the limp body of Assassin tumbled through the dark corridor. A Samurai stepped out of the darkness behind the barely-moving form and stood calmly, awaiting instructions.
It took a very long moment before Axel thought to say, "What the fuck?"
"Seems like our scouts are back."
Axel gave him a flat look, made suspicious by the casual blandness in a voice that was usually stripped clean of all interest. There was a slight curl to Roxas's lips that might have, in a less hollow life, been a smile.
"Get up, little sister," Axel said, sinking into a crouch and carefully touching the shivering Nobody on its shoulder. It was badly injured, but slowly regaining consciousness. "What happened?"
What happened, came the voice in his mind, clear despite the Assassin's wounds, is that your little master is opinionated and meddling.
"That's what I've said all along." Axel turned, still hovering, and asked, "What did you do?"
Roxas shrugged. The Samurai, having moved to his left hand, made a motion almost echoing it. Axel couldn't hear anything it said, but he'd swear that the little silver bastard looked smug. Without turning a hair, Roxas observed, "Your servants seem to enjoy killing themselves."
"I wouldn't say they enjoy it, like, haha, let's do that again, but yes, it's called making sacrifices. You know, taking one for the team." Axel didn't like the censure in his companion's voice, and remained in place even as the Assassin managed to get upright, standing unsteadily despite its wounds.
"Maybe they could better serve the team alive than disappeared into shadow." Roxas was giving him a flat stare as if to drill this opinion into him. "You should have more respect for the lives of your servants."
Axel was kind of stunned -- reprimanded on the value of life by Roxas, the boy who threw himself recklessly into every battle situation he could find as if he craved violence the way he breathed air. "You think I tell them to do that!" he said, finally. "I respect my servants by letting them make that choice for themselves. Whatever this one did, she did at her own initiative."
The smirk was this time unmistakable. "Well, her initiative was overridden."
He bludgeoned me at the back of my neck with his sheath, said the Assassin indignantly. It shook out the feathery razors at its back. He followed me into the air!
"Was that really necessary?"
"How do you know I didn't let him make the decision for himself?" Roxas said, coolly. "Maybe he did it on his own initiative."
Brat-- Axel kept himself from doing something violent that he would regret later after the pitched battle that would result. "Why," he asked instead, applauding himself for his patience, "would he have done something like that."
The blond shrugged again. "Maybe they're friends."
"Friends?"
The Assassin informed him, I find having friends to be inconvenient and upsetting.
"That's what I've said all along," Axel muttered.
Roxas was apparently fully prepared to forget about the issue and move on, striding for the edge of the table. He said indifferently, "You should change your opinions on 'taking one for the team'. I'd better not catch you doing anything so stupid."
For a moment Axel just watched him go. This warmth he felt was surely his own fire; after all, he didn't have a proper heart to be touched by that discreet concern.
The rare Assassin enemy -- Axel's Nobody servants -- will self-destruct if you get them to a low level of health and fail to kill them quickly.
refracting informed me that Roxas doesn't approve..in a land of hearts.
The little bottle read "Drink Me." Axel thought maybe that was a perfectly good reason to do exactly not that.
"What's in it?" Roxas wanted to know, and he shrugged. "Grab it. Maybe it's something Vexen would like to look into," he said, not really interested. They had other prey to hunt.
Personally, Axel was interested in finding out how flammable the local card-folk were. He'd always wanted to put a light to Luxord's playthings, but the gambler kept insisting that it was the mark of a sore loser, and that made it less fun.
Roxas gave the bottle a flat, mistrustful look, and didn't touch it. "What's so special about this cat anyway?"
"It happens to be purple," Axel drawled. "That's kind of unique, isn't it?" The cat also happened to be talky and fond of riddles, and was said to offer a unique insight on matters of politics and destiny -- matters in which the Superior had a great interest.
(Axel was on very specific orders: If the Cat spoke any words that might have referred to "one of two souls" or "he who will open the door" or if the Cat so much as breathed the word "key," it was Axel's responsibility to create a diversion.)
(Axel was on very specific orders: Protect darling Number XIII from his own truths. But be ever vigilant. Superior must have that same knowledge.)
Roxas murmured, "Where are the scouts we sent out?"
As if summoned by the comment, a distortion rippled through the air near them. They both glanced up in the same instant, expectant, and Axel's eyes widened as the limp body of Assassin tumbled through the dark corridor. A Samurai stepped out of the darkness behind the barely-moving form and stood calmly, awaiting instructions.
It took a very long moment before Axel thought to say, "What the fuck?"
"Seems like our scouts are back."
Axel gave him a flat look, made suspicious by the casual blandness in a voice that was usually stripped clean of all interest. There was a slight curl to Roxas's lips that might have, in a less hollow life, been a smile.
"Get up, little sister," Axel said, sinking into a crouch and carefully touching the shivering Nobody on its shoulder. It was badly injured, but slowly regaining consciousness. "What happened?"
What happened, came the voice in his mind, clear despite the Assassin's wounds, is that your little master is opinionated and meddling.
"That's what I've said all along." Axel turned, still hovering, and asked, "What did you do?"
Roxas shrugged. The Samurai, having moved to his left hand, made a motion almost echoing it. Axel couldn't hear anything it said, but he'd swear that the little silver bastard looked smug. Without turning a hair, Roxas observed, "Your servants seem to enjoy killing themselves."
"I wouldn't say they enjoy it, like, haha, let's do that again, but yes, it's called making sacrifices. You know, taking one for the team." Axel didn't like the censure in his companion's voice, and remained in place even as the Assassin managed to get upright, standing unsteadily despite its wounds.
"Maybe they could better serve the team alive than disappeared into shadow." Roxas was giving him a flat stare as if to drill this opinion into him. "You should have more respect for the lives of your servants."
Axel was kind of stunned -- reprimanded on the value of life by Roxas, the boy who threw himself recklessly into every battle situation he could find as if he craved violence the way he breathed air. "You think I tell them to do that!" he said, finally. "I respect my servants by letting them make that choice for themselves. Whatever this one did, she did at her own initiative."
The smirk was this time unmistakable. "Well, her initiative was overridden."
He bludgeoned me at the back of my neck with his sheath, said the Assassin indignantly. It shook out the feathery razors at its back. He followed me into the air!
"Was that really necessary?"
"How do you know I didn't let him make the decision for himself?" Roxas said, coolly. "Maybe he did it on his own initiative."
Brat-- Axel kept himself from doing something violent that he would regret later after the pitched battle that would result. "Why," he asked instead, applauding himself for his patience, "would he have done something like that."
The blond shrugged again. "Maybe they're friends."
"Friends?"
The Assassin informed him, I find having friends to be inconvenient and upsetting.
"That's what I've said all along," Axel muttered.
Roxas was apparently fully prepared to forget about the issue and move on, striding for the edge of the table. He said indifferently, "You should change your opinions on 'taking one for the team'. I'd better not catch you doing anything so stupid."
For a moment Axel just watched him go. This warmth he felt was surely his own fire; after all, he didn't have a proper heart to be touched by that discreet concern.
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I'm glad you think it turned out okay, I was worried about it. ♥
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I mean AAAAAAAAAAAAW,
I love the personality you give the servants, I really do. And the Assassins blowing themselves up, the response was just perfect on the part of the Samurai. First instinct, VIOLENCE. XD
But the line about Roxas not catching him doing anything that stupid was kind of painful.
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SECOND instinct was "VIOLENCE."
Axel's response to that is that he wasn't taking one for the team. He was taking it for Roxas. And that's different.
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AND THIS WAS FABULOUS. XDD I love how you write, ♥
Also, for the better convenience of my stalking, what would be your policy on friending? As in, may I?
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Thank you so much for reading and for the love! Tor's Roxas absolutely owns my Axel (not surprising, as all Roxii own Axels, simple fact) and so Axel offers him the self-destruct button, to do with as he wishes. Roxas says, None Of This Nonsense Please.
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And I don't want to come off as though I snitched anything off of anybody, and maybe it was just that I momentarily borrowed your Roxas and Axel, or just that all Roxii own Axels, as you say, and think the self-destructing is a Very Bad Idea.
In any case, I may be overly paranoid, but if you read the fic and feel like I stole something and must give it back, just tell me, and I'll take it down and apologize and everything. (not that it's up yet, since i was planning on rereading it once more when i woke up tomorrow)
:( I'm so sorry about this. Don't mean to be so troublesome, honest. *wibble*
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And I'm sure that even if there's no ownership involved, just the fact that an outside observer would've called them best friends means that Roxas would've said no not here stop it.
And your fic is gorgeous. *stalks*
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That makes me SO BEYOND HAPPY. omg.
And yeah, you're right in that. Very/i> compelling. :D (and did you ever wonder if maybe namine had to tell them that they were best friends before they realized it?)
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*dies!!* I... I'm sorry?
I'll try to write more warmfuzzy! XD Roxas needs his pet Axel alive for it, and we like it when they're alive and warmfuzzy, yes.
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Don't know where else to poke you with these
Re: Don't know where else to poke you with these