[Fic Dump] Fanfiction Purge #2
Like I said in my earlier entry, I'm posting a bunch of the pieces of fanfiction that I've started and will probably never finish. This stuff is all pretty rough and not my best writing, but here it is!
Title: Untitled
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Larxene/Demyx
Rating: PG-13
Length: 676
Warnings: Spoilers for CoM, kinky het.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I'd be able to come up with a wittier disclaimer. Actually, I wouldn't have to come up with a disclaimer at all.
Notes: Originally written as part of a fanfiction challenge deal. I never got around to finishing this request due to lack of interest. It's a pity since I really enjoy the dynamic between Larxene and Demyx.
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Coercing the information out of Axel hadn’t been easy, but Demyx had succeeded in the end. Number VIII had been the only one left alive after the massacre in Castle Oblivion, something that Demyx had always found suspect. But it wasn’t his place to say whether Axel was to blame or whether or not he should be punished, so he kept his mouth shut. But five of his comrades had been brutally murdered in Castle Oblivion and Axel had “escaped” without even so much as a scratch. Demyx wasn’t about to let such a thing be forgotten.
Axel acted tough, but he had an agenda. People with agendas that they wish to keep concealed will do almost anything to keep it a secret. Demyx knew this all too well. It had taken just a few short, direct threats and Axel had broken down.
“They’re still in the damn Castle. For all I know, they’re still exactly where they were when the kid killed ‘em.” Axel stood against the wall, bristling like a cornered dog. He folded his arms across his chest. “Can I go now?”
“Whatever.” Demyx turned away and started walking.
Axel glared at his retreating back.
“Hey, Splash. Keep the hell out of my business.”
Demyx didn’t even glance back at Axel. VIII should just be thankful that Demyx wasn’t inclined to start a fight. At least, not today.
Now abandoned, Castle Oblivion had become overrun by Heartless. The interiors that had once been so spotless and brilliantly lit were now dismal and choked with shadows. The Heartless brought filth with them, filth that had been tracked across a plethora of worlds. The castle crumbled and rotted, waiting to finally be discarded by even its Heartless inhabitants and be blown away by the wind.
Fortunately, none of this bothered Demyx. He strode through the veritable sea of Heartless. They would sniff at him once, perhaps, then ignore him or draw back with a hiss. He had nothing they wanted. They parted around him and then rejoined after he passed, almost fluid in their movements. Demyx could practically see the ripples that his presence caused.
Instinct guided him to the proper floor, then the proper room. There were only a few Heartless here, milling about in the corners. They turned and gazed at Demyx as he activated the light mechanism for the room. He ignored them in favor of far more interesting quarry.
A body was stretched out on the floor, bent almost artistically. A shock of blonde hair fanned across the tile. The black coat pooled around her like a puddle - the puddle of blood that she was incapable of bleeding. Demyx crossed the room at a run and dropped to his knees beside her body.
Words failed him.
“Oh Dem~yx…”
Demyx always knew that he was in trouble when Larxene walked into his room unannounced. He was in even more trouble when she used that sing-song tone.
“…What?” He looked up from his sitar, fingers remaining on the strings.
“I’m bored.”
“Okay?” Demyx gave her a blank look, failing to see how this was his problem.
Lightning danced in Larxene’s eyes and she dipped a hand down into the front of her coat, producing her knives.
“…Larxene, don’t you fucking dare.” Demyx backed away, giving her a warning look. Which she ignored. Of course.
“Aw, no need to sweet-talk me.”
Her knives whistled through the air, passing so close to Demyx that he could hear a hum as they flew by. Before he could so much as blink, Larxene had him pinned up against the wall with his arms twisted painful behind his back.
“You know, Dem… They say that lightning and water don’t mix… usually.”
“No kidding?” Demyx spoke from between gritted teeth. He tried to jerk away, but she merely jabbed a knee into the small of his back.
“Oh, you’re feeling feisty today. That’s new.” Scornful amusement transformed her voice into a jagged edge in the air.
Demyx didn’t move - he couldn’t. Larxene had him effectively pinned and quite immobilized.
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Title: Untitled
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Larxene/Demyx
Rating: PG-13
Length: 676
Warnings: Spoilers for CoM, kinky het.
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I'd be able to come up with a wittier disclaimer. Actually, I wouldn't have to come up with a disclaimer at all.
Notes: Originally written as part of a fanfiction challenge deal. I never got around to finishing this request due to lack of interest. It's a pity since I really enjoy the dynamic between Larxene and Demyx.
~
Coercing the information out of Axel hadn’t been easy, but Demyx had succeeded in the end. Number VIII had been the only one left alive after the massacre in Castle Oblivion, something that Demyx had always found suspect. But it wasn’t his place to say whether Axel was to blame or whether or not he should be punished, so he kept his mouth shut. But five of his comrades had been brutally murdered in Castle Oblivion and Axel had “escaped” without even so much as a scratch. Demyx wasn’t about to let such a thing be forgotten.
Axel acted tough, but he had an agenda. People with agendas that they wish to keep concealed will do almost anything to keep it a secret. Demyx knew this all too well. It had taken just a few short, direct threats and Axel had broken down.
“They’re still in the damn Castle. For all I know, they’re still exactly where they were when the kid killed ‘em.” Axel stood against the wall, bristling like a cornered dog. He folded his arms across his chest. “Can I go now?”
“Whatever.” Demyx turned away and started walking.
Axel glared at his retreating back.
“Hey, Splash. Keep the hell out of my business.”
Demyx didn’t even glance back at Axel. VIII should just be thankful that Demyx wasn’t inclined to start a fight. At least, not today.
Now abandoned, Castle Oblivion had become overrun by Heartless. The interiors that had once been so spotless and brilliantly lit were now dismal and choked with shadows. The Heartless brought filth with them, filth that had been tracked across a plethora of worlds. The castle crumbled and rotted, waiting to finally be discarded by even its Heartless inhabitants and be blown away by the wind.
Fortunately, none of this bothered Demyx. He strode through the veritable sea of Heartless. They would sniff at him once, perhaps, then ignore him or draw back with a hiss. He had nothing they wanted. They parted around him and then rejoined after he passed, almost fluid in their movements. Demyx could practically see the ripples that his presence caused.
Instinct guided him to the proper floor, then the proper room. There were only a few Heartless here, milling about in the corners. They turned and gazed at Demyx as he activated the light mechanism for the room. He ignored them in favor of far more interesting quarry.
A body was stretched out on the floor, bent almost artistically. A shock of blonde hair fanned across the tile. The black coat pooled around her like a puddle - the puddle of blood that she was incapable of bleeding. Demyx crossed the room at a run and dropped to his knees beside her body.
Words failed him.
“Oh Dem~yx…”
Demyx always knew that he was in trouble when Larxene walked into his room unannounced. He was in even more trouble when she used that sing-song tone.
“…What?” He looked up from his sitar, fingers remaining on the strings.
“I’m bored.”
“Okay?” Demyx gave her a blank look, failing to see how this was his problem.
Lightning danced in Larxene’s eyes and she dipped a hand down into the front of her coat, producing her knives.
“…Larxene, don’t you fucking dare.” Demyx backed away, giving her a warning look. Which she ignored. Of course.
“Aw, no need to sweet-talk me.”
Her knives whistled through the air, passing so close to Demyx that he could hear a hum as they flew by. Before he could so much as blink, Larxene had him pinned up against the wall with his arms twisted painful behind his back.
“You know, Dem… They say that lightning and water don’t mix… usually.”
“No kidding?” Demyx spoke from between gritted teeth. He tried to jerk away, but she merely jabbed a knee into the small of his back.
“Oh, you’re feeling feisty today. That’s new.” Scornful amusement transformed her voice into a jagged edge in the air.
Demyx didn’t move - he couldn’t. Larxene had him effectively pinned and quite immobilized.
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