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this was written for syvia with the characters Axel and Sora and the prompt of "collars". My muse is warped and should be beaten.
It should be some sort of accomplishment, to capture the Keyblade Master… if there was anyone around anymore to care that he captured him. No Superior, no special Nobody-brethren to clap him on the back and tell him good job.
Not that Axel would have given a shit about that, he wanted Sora, he had Sora and that's all there was to it. He fingered the collar, pleased with how it looked around Sora's throat. The boy in question glared at him, hands bound tightly and bent back so that there were to be no summoning of Keyblades or magic. Axel had been amused when the first weapon that Sora threatened him was his own-
--it was child's play to take the power back at that point. Axel felt more…alive than he had in a long time. Even though he was still technically dead-or not-dead, depending on which way you looked at it.
"Soo…." Axel purred, leaning over Sora, one hand still on the collar. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, as if he expected Sora to offer a suggestion. "You came to me so easily, Mister Hero… almost as if you wanted to be caught."
Sora's mouth dropped open to protest and Axel tugged on the leash that earlier he'd clipped onto the collar. "That was a rhetorical question."
"Then don't ask it," Sora managed to snap out, wanting to rub at his throat, kick out or do something, but it simply wasn't happening and wasn't possible. Sure, he'd wanted Axel back in some sort of weird way, missed him from some part of his mind or heart or soul-But he never expected Axel to be this much of a bastard.
"But I wanted to," Axel's voice dripped with mock-innocence, the adoption that particular emotion never worked well with him. The sarcasm leaked through the edges too easily. "But truly… I have the Keyblade Master here, under my power and practically all tied up for me to play with." He tapped a gloved finger on his lips. "I could take your heart, now that it's beating so erratically… practically wanting to come out of your chest," he murmured.
Sora's eyes went wide and he paled slightly, trying harder to get free, but Axel was pressed up against him and restricting his movements and Sora couldn't do anything. "You… you wouldn't get Roxas that way," he hissed out, trying to buy time, find a reason-to get out of here before things got any worse.
"Who said I wanted Roxas?" Axel's expression didn't change except for an eyebrow rising to look Sora over. "If I thought plucking out your heart would return him, I would have done it ages ago when I had the chance," he smirked. "Could have just let you die before, could have done a lot of things ,Mister Hero…" he tilted Sora's face up.
"Then… then what are you doing?" Sora demanded. Something in the back of his heart stirred and he wanted to retreat inside and gather himself to figure out what just was Axel's deal.
"You'll find out," Axel smirked. "Now first… let's put this collar to good use," his eyes gleamed slightly as he tugged Sora hard, pulling him to the floor. Sora swallowed hard. He didn't like the look on Axel's face or just what was going to happen.
When Axel murmured something that sounded like "training" in his ear, Sora knew he was right.
It should be some sort of accomplishment, to capture the Keyblade Master… if there was anyone around anymore to care that he captured him. No Superior, no special Nobody-brethren to clap him on the back and tell him good job.
Not that Axel would have given a shit about that, he wanted Sora, he had Sora and that's all there was to it. He fingered the collar, pleased with how it looked around Sora's throat. The boy in question glared at him, hands bound tightly and bent back so that there were to be no summoning of Keyblades or magic. Axel had been amused when the first weapon that Sora threatened him was his own-
--it was child's play to take the power back at that point. Axel felt more…alive than he had in a long time. Even though he was still technically dead-or not-dead, depending on which way you looked at it.
"Soo…." Axel purred, leaning over Sora, one hand still on the collar. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, as if he expected Sora to offer a suggestion. "You came to me so easily, Mister Hero… almost as if you wanted to be caught."
Sora's mouth dropped open to protest and Axel tugged on the leash that earlier he'd clipped onto the collar. "That was a rhetorical question."
"Then don't ask it," Sora managed to snap out, wanting to rub at his throat, kick out or do something, but it simply wasn't happening and wasn't possible. Sure, he'd wanted Axel back in some sort of weird way, missed him from some part of his mind or heart or soul-But he never expected Axel to be this much of a bastard.
"But I wanted to," Axel's voice dripped with mock-innocence, the adoption that particular emotion never worked well with him. The sarcasm leaked through the edges too easily. "But truly… I have the Keyblade Master here, under my power and practically all tied up for me to play with." He tapped a gloved finger on his lips. "I could take your heart, now that it's beating so erratically… practically wanting to come out of your chest," he murmured.
Sora's eyes went wide and he paled slightly, trying harder to get free, but Axel was pressed up against him and restricting his movements and Sora couldn't do anything. "You… you wouldn't get Roxas that way," he hissed out, trying to buy time, find a reason-to get out of here before things got any worse.
"Who said I wanted Roxas?" Axel's expression didn't change except for an eyebrow rising to look Sora over. "If I thought plucking out your heart would return him, I would have done it ages ago when I had the chance," he smirked. "Could have just let you die before, could have done a lot of things ,Mister Hero…" he tilted Sora's face up.
"Then… then what are you doing?" Sora demanded. Something in the back of his heart stirred and he wanted to retreat inside and gather himself to figure out what just was Axel's deal.
"You'll find out," Axel smirked. "Now first… let's put this collar to good use," his eyes gleamed slightly as he tugged Sora hard, pulling him to the floor. Sora swallowed hard. He didn't like the look on Axel's face or just what was going to happen.
When Axel murmured something that sounded like "training" in his ear, Sora knew he was right.