fandomhighdorms | The Roof, Late Saturday Night

Well, he'd run through the tequila stash in that Reno guy's cabinet, and he wasn't really looking forward to the insane blond guy's return. So it was time to look around.

After all, when you wake up on an island with no recollection of how the heck you got there in the first place, looking around sooner or later becomes a priority.

And again, he'd run out of tequila.

He stepped out of a whorl of darkness onto the roof of the building- what better way to take in one's surroundings than by getting up high for the view, after all?

Which is where he noticed yet another insane blond.

Axel was having one of those days, apparently.

"Yo!" He leaned forward and considered for a moment. "Don't tell me you just happened to wake up here, too?"

"No, I've been here for about two years now," Demyx replied automatically, not noticing the familiar voice. "What about yo--" his voice trailed off when he turned around, frozen in place when he got a good look at the person talking to him. "Axel!?"

Axel raised an eyebrow. Right. Demyx continued to be as sane as always. Good old Demyx. Or... something?

"Last I checked, yes. Some guy who insists that I'm his drunken roomie wants to disagree." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "So, you manage to lose all concept of time? Couldn't possibly be that long."

"How're you here???" Demyx half-squeaked, flailing madly. "I've really been here for almost two years! After I died, I just kinda showed up here, and it's so weird and I never, ever thought I'd get to see you again..." he rambled, then seemed to lose the train of thought. "But you're here!"

"Yes. Yes, I am." Oh, great. Demyx was doing that... thing. With the waving his arms around dangerously. That usually meant that he was going off the deep end, or something. "Woke up, found myself here, and still don't know where here is. Isn't a difficult concept, I don't think. Got it memorized?"

"But..you're here!" Demyx was almost -almost!- starting to wibble. "I really never thought I'd see you again..."

Axel was going to narrow his eyes and lean forward and just stare at Demyx, now. Because, honestly, it couldn't have been that long.

"Yes, I'm here. I really am. It might be a difficult notion to understand? But I'm not sure how."

What. The. Heck. Demyx?

"Because you're DEAD, Axel!" That would be Demyx flailing harder.

.....

"No?"

He was going to him himself a quick pat-down, just to be sure, here.

Yeah. No. not dead.

"But...you're..." Demyx sputtered, then it dawned. "Oh. You're from a different world. That explains it." The blond Nobody threw his arms around Axel and squeezed. "But you're here! I don't care where you came from!"

Axel was being hugged. Axel. Was being hugged. The corner of Axel's mouth might have twitched a little.

"Yo. I'm here. And you're clinging to me." Twitch. Twitch. "Dare I ask why?"

Axel had personal space issues to deal with. Larxene having her hands all over his face was bad enough.

...

He was being hugged.

Demyx clung for a few more seconds, then jumped back before he could be subjected to Axel's wrath. "It's just...I haven't seen you in a really long time. Sorry. But, Sora, and the Keyblade, and the Superior wanted me to go take him on but I think he just wanted me out of the way, because he knew there was no way I could win, and..." Demyx paused to breathe. "Well, I lost. And then I ended up here."

Axel's wrath was a terrifying sort of wrath that involved being simultaneously char-broiled and whomped on by a pair of humongous shuriken. Demyx was wise to retreat from the wrath. Very wise indeed.

"Okay." Axel didn't look entirely convinced, really. If Demyx had lost to Sora, he was pretty sure he'd have heard about it at some point. And that Demyx wouldn't be standing here having this... fuzzy, heartfelt conversation.

Axel was ever the skeptic. So sue him?

"And here is...?"

"Fandom High? I'm not sure how I ended up here, either. I was dead. And then I was here. It's crazy, even for some of the stuff we've gone through." Demyx rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, the boy who insisted I was his drunken roomie said the name of this place, too." He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, not entirely certain here if he was the one losing his mind at this point, or if everyone else here was clearly nuts.

Everyone else. Definitely.

"I'm not going to go to classes, you know."

No. Way.

"That's fine. I'll take notes." Never mind that they'd be on music paper and have nothing to do with the lesson. "You can stay in my room and avoid that crazy guy?" Never mind that Demyx was equally crazy, if not more so.

Axel rolled his eyes, his lips pulling into a bit of a smirk.

"Notes. That'll be a huge help, I'm sure." Just what he needed? Notes? "I think I'll take my chances with the crazy guy who thinks I'm some kid named Reno. There's some interesting stuff in 'Reno's nightstand."

After all, he'd only run out of tequila.

"Okay." Demyx stood still for a minute.

...Another minute...

It wasn't long before he couldn't stand it anymore, and was poking Axel in a 'zomg you're real' sort of manner.

Everyone here seemed to have this thing for touching him.

Axel shifted his weight away from the prodding hand. Then, as an afterthought, prodded Demyx right back.

What. The. Heck.

That...actually made him somewhat giddy. Demyx caught Axel's hand and gripped it tightly. "I know you think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But I'm really glad to see you, anyway."

Axel was giving Demyx his best 'I will beat you' look as he reclaimed his hand. He was fairly certain that Demyx was used to this look by now. He gave it often enough to people who insisted on touching him.

"I don't think you're crazy," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I know."

Demyx sighed. "Yeah. Maybe. But I'm not as bad as some people that I will not name-- Larxene, Vexen, Saix, Xemnas, Marluxia..." Demyx was counting them off on his fingers.

Sora wouldn't have been able to say why, but a part of him told him that he needed to head out to the roof for some strange reason.

It was freeeezing outside, and here he was an island boy was heading up to the roof to be out in the wind... and the cold. There had to be a good reason for it.

"Oh hey Demyx," He shivered slightly seeing the spazzy Organization member, not seeing the other one next to him at first. "It's cold up here."

Axel knew that voice. It had been a while, but he knew that voice. Which was... surprising. Because Sora couldn't possibly be here, could he? Sora was having his memories fixed, so far as he knew. He thought. He was pretty sure. Mostly?

"Yo!" He was pretty sure that the kid wouldn't remember him, at any rate. Not if things were all sorted out nice and clean. So waving and grinning wasn't going to do any harm.

Waaait a moment... How the heck did Sora know Demyx?

"Sora!" Demyx waved at him too, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey!"

"Hi A-" Sora's eyes went wide and he jumped back, falling on his ass. "AXEL!?! What're you doing here!?"

... Apparently Naminé hadn't finished fixing Sora's memories?

Or there was something here that he was totally missing?

Or something?

"That's what I'd like to know?" He stared at Sora for a moment, his mind trying to figure out for the life of him how in the world this even worked. "You know, when I said 'got it memorized,' to you that time? I wasn't expecting you to still remember my name."

This was delivered about as coolly as possible, all things considered.

Sora got up as Axel talked and slumped slightly. "Oh... you're from a different world." He took a deep breath.

He was gonna need it. "I'm from the furture for you. Yes, Naminé fixed me memories, I was locked up in a pod thing for a year until Roxas joined back up with me, at which point in time I woke up and fought through your Organization to stop Xemnas and save the world, again."

Okay. That was something. Sora was crazy in the head? Perha--

"Roxas?"

Wait. What?

"Roxas... joined back up with you?"

What?

...

What?

Demyx glanced from Axel to Sora and back again. "Um, well...yeah. Don't you remember, Axel? I know it was pretty harsh and all, but...it was Roxas' decision. He wanted to leave."

Sora nodded slightly, looking apologetic. "Yeah, I'm sorry Axel, I didn't know you were from that far back... but I know all about it and Naminé filled me in on the parts that I forgot about."

"Roxas hasn't gone anywhere." Axel was going to look very hard at Demyx now. And then at Sora. Very. Because. No, Roxas wasn't going anywhere. Roxas was number thirteen. They ate sea salt ice cream together and did crazy crap and got away with it. They were partners. "He isn't going anywhere."

"...Axel..." Demyx hesitated, not wanting to push it, but at the same time wanting him to know the truth. "...Sorry, Axel. The future sucks."

"If it makes you feel any better, Roxas kicks my ass in your defense?" He was trying. It was kinda hard to tell someone, sorry you and your best friend die in the future?

No. No, Roxas wouldn't. Wasn't going to. This was all wrong. Sora shouldn't even know who he is, and #9 here was telling him that he was going to die and this was all some sort of warped reality thing set on an island in a high school?

A freaking high school?!

"No," he said again. "No. It doesn't." He narrowed his eyes and held his hands to his sides. "And it won't. Your future sucks. Mine won't."

Fire. He liked fire. There could be lots of fire. All over the place. And in his hands? Two very large shuriken. They were spinny. The look of rage on Axel's face while he twirled them in his fingers had shifted to an expression of perhaps sadistic joy.

~~The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!~~

"Axel, stop it!" Demyx shouted, pulling his sitar out of the air and quickly playing a string of notes. Water splashed down over everything, including the raging redhead, to extinguish at least some of the flames. "Cut it OUT!!"

Sora included in that as well, as the keyblade appeared in his hands. "Axel! Stop! I don't want to fight you!"

Okay. And now he was a soggy raging redhead, and his fire wasn't going to burn on a wet roof ~~which amazingly didn't scorch!~~.

But that didn't mean he couldn't beat their faces in with his shuriken. They were still spinny.

The soggy, angry redhead, therefore, raised the blades, one after the other. One to throw at Sora. One to throw at Demyx. Damn the both of them! He wasn't going to die, and Roxas was no traitor! He didn't need to burn them to make them eat their words!

"Axel!" Demyx hated to do it, but he blocked the spinning shuriken with the body of his sitar. "Damnit, Axel! Get ahold of yourself!" He sighed, frusted. "Oohh! It's no use!"

Sora held up his keyblade to block Axel's chakram. "Axel! I'm sorry but it's true. You were even my friend! I'll prove it to you! You gave me a keychain!" He said digging out the one that Axel gave him and attaching it (http://kh2.ffsky.cn/pic/weapon/sora/bondofflames.jpg).

Edited 2008-01-20 10:39 (UTC)

Axel caught one blade spinning back toward him, and then the other, and just stood there for a moment, holding them out to his sides, spinning them restlessly in his hands.

Friends. That's great. Because right now, that's just what he needed to hear. Good friends with Sora, who's going to someday take back Roxas, who leaves the Organization and everyone dies. Great.

"The future sucks, but at least we can be friends?" Axel didn't want to hear it. "I'm not buyin' it." The chakram vanished from his hands, and he stood up straight. "I'm telling you now, it just doesn't work that way."

Black wisps of darkness licked at his feet. He had to get out of here. Somewhere else. Anywhere. And, of course, as the darkness swallowed him up, just his voice was left lingering behind him. "Got it memorized?"

Demyx stared at the spot where Axel had vanished, panting with adrenaline more than actual exertion. Shaking, he dispelled the water on the roof, then his broken-stringed sitar, then sat straight down right where he was. "...Damnit, Axel..."

Sora slumped as well with a sigh. "Man, Roxas is gonna totally kick my butt again."

Demyx looked away, making sure Sora couldn't see his face. "...Yeah, well..." He ~~couldn't~~ didn't want to talk anymore, pressing his hand to the roof beneath him and disappearing into the portal of darkness that sprang up around him.

Sora frowned slightly as Demyx disappeared in a portal too. "Oh yeah!? Well... I don't need a portal cause I'm not a lazy run away! Or something!" He grumped and headed towards the door back to his room.

The Roof, Late Saturday Night

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