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sparkismTitle: Incontrovertible
Rating: PG (Oh no! A cuss word! And some smoochies! Save us!)
Pairings/Warnings: Axel/Roxas, one-shot
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I almost forgot about that.
Summary: Not everything is incontrovertible. Crack!fluff for Axel/Roxas day!
A/N: In case you were wondering, I came up with the title/idea by flipping open my Edgar Allen Poe book and using the first word that my finger landed on. xD I had to look it up first, though.
Because there’s this little voice in my head condemning me to fangirl hell if I don’t write something for 8/13! >.<
( Incontrovertible; adj; impossible to deny or disprove )
It was a common saying of the Superior’s; “Nobodies aren’t meant to exist. And we certainly don’t feel. It’s incontrovertible.” He drilled this sort of thing into the Organization member’s heads daily. And try as he could, Axel couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that he was right. (After, of course, going to look up the word incontrovertible. It didn’t seem like a real word at all.)
That was until he met number thirteen. Axel had laughed at first, wondering what a kid like Roxas could have to be of any value to Xemnas’s plans. It irked him, how the Superior acted as if this new kid was the key to everything. Jealousy, that little nagging voice told him. You think he’s no better than you, than any of them, right?
This was the first realization that Xemnas’s ‘incontrovertible logic’ might just be, well, controvertible.
The second realization occurred when Axel actually met number thirteen. The kid was downright adorable. That seemed to be the only fact that the Flurry of Dancing Flames could get his mind around. If what Xemnas said was really true, then why did Axel feel like the only reason he was here was to meet Roxas?
Why did Axel feel?
It was a different sort of feeling than what Axel was used to. It wasn’t the feeling of holding something in your hands, or smacking your elbow into the edge of a table. It was an altogether different feeling, a feeling that Axel couldn’t quite place.
Ah, yes, that was it. Love.
It was absolutely baffling. Axel wasn’t supposed to get this way — like he was going to explode every time Roxas was near and he didn’t touch him. Like he was glad to see him every time, even if they’d only been apart for the night?
Axel got away with all he could; friendly pats on the back and hair ruffles, teasing remarks and casual insinuations, the works. He felt like he was dropping every possible hint he could, and yet....
And yet he wasn’t sure if he even wanted Roxas to know how he felt. The blonde might just brush it off as silly fantasies. He had been fed Xemnas’s Nobody spiel again and again, just like the others. It was infuriating. Perhaps the boy was just too dense to figure it out. Axel quickly dismissed the idea. If anything, Roxas was possibly slyer than Axel.
So why didn’t he say anything?
Axel pegged it to shyness and let it go. After all, they had all the time in the world, right? Everything would figure itself out eventually.
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Time didn’t flow normally in The World That Never Was. There were no mornings, no evenings, no seasons. But that didn’t stop Axel from awaiting a certain day with enthusiastic anxiety. As he headed down the castle hallway that morning, carefully going over the list he had written earlier in his mind.
Mission! Celebrate One YearObsession Friendship!
Step One: Track down Roxas.
It was a simple enough task. Roxas normally was never up before the rest of the Organization, give or take a few of them. So Axel cheerfully planted himself by the door to Roxas’s room, waiting for the right opportunity to barge in.
Said opportunity occurred when the bedroom door opened right into Axel’s face. There was a loud thud, and a yelp that could have possibly come from either Roxas or Axel.
“Axel? What are you doing hanging around my door like that?” Roxas frowned.
“I was waiting to make sure I didn’t wake you up,” Axel explained, rubbing his nose, which had received the full force of the door’s blow. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.” Roxas shrugged, moving aside to let Axel into his fairly messy room. The place was scattered with things the others had brought him from off-world missions, and Axel noted fondly that a lot of his gifts were arranged haphazardly on the dresser. “What’s up?”
Axel shook himself from his reverie, turning back to the boy standing before him.
Step Two: Wish Roxas HappyAnniversary Birthday?
“I got you something!” Axel announced smugly, green eyes sparkling mischievously, hands in fists on his hips. Roxas thought he looked something like a bad super hero.
“Why?” he questioned, sitting down heavily on the bed. If this was going to be anything like a normal conversation with Axel, he might as well be comfortable.
“Because! It’s been a year since you first got here, you know,” Axel beamed, “and so that makes today your birthday of sorts!”
Roxas presented him with a thoroughly confused face. “My birthday?”
“Yeah. Because anniversary sounds funny.”
“Anniversary.....?”
Step Three: Give Roxaskiss gift kiss.
Roxas found that Axel had somehow managed to sit down beside him while he wasn’t paying attention. Axel put a hand comfortingly on the keybearer’s shoulder.
“Yep! Anniversary of when I met you!” Axel informed him. He was quite proud of the fact that he could ignore the little voice in the back of his head chanting, Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Hell, why not feel him up while you’re at it?
Yes, very proud indeed. But he wasn’t exactly sure how long that self-control was going to last.
“Is meeting me really that big a deal?” muttered Roxas, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“More than anything,” Axel whispered, nearly forgetting himself.
Roxas snorted and turned away, but the older Nobody could easily tell that he was blushing. “What’s wrong? You wish you’d never met me?”
Roxas shook his head. “No, that’s not it.... it’s just.....” He gaped foolishly for a moment before quickly using the age-old tactic of switching topics. “Well? What’d you get me then?”
Urging himself to go ahead before he lost his nerve, Axel slid an arm around Roxas’s skinny waist, pulling him closer. “Nothing special,” he smiled, as Roxas exclaimed loudly and began to fidget. Taking Roxas’s face in his other hand, he gently pressed his lips to the blonde’s.
Step Four: Prepare to be royally screwed. (And not in the good way)
He had expected Roxas to fight back, to push away, to yell, to do something. Not, as is the cliché, to kiss him back. Not that he was complaining or anything — oh no, not at all. Every part of him that, supposedly, wasn’t meant to exist, and was most definitely not supposed to feel, was very, very glad that the definition of incontrovertible had completely slipped his mind at the moment.
The only thing really in his mind at the moment was getting Roxas completely naked, but he reckoned that something of that degree should be postponed til later. Such as, when Roxas was aware of it.
It had been a very subdued kiss, but it was a perfect first kiss. Axel felt the hands that hand entangled themselves in his hair only seconds earlier slip away, and he figured that now would be a good time to open his eyes.
Roxas’s face was the exact color of Axel’s hair, and the redhead couldn’t help but laugh.
“Happy Anniversary,” he mumbled, ruffling Roxas’s spiky hair.
“Axel? Do you, believe what Xemnas tells us all the time?” Roxas asked quietly, blush slowly fading.
“Not at all, love,” Axel laughed. He was feeling somewhat dazed, after having anticipated a keyblade getting lodged in his head most for of the morning. Incontrovertible? What a joke.
“That’s good.” And with that, Roxas pushed Axel over onto his back, straddling the elder Nobody’s waist with a roguish smirk on his face. “Now then, where were we?”
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When Xemnas went up to his room later that evening, he was extremely bewildered by the note he found taped to the door.
Ha!
Controvertible!
Take that, bastard!
XOXO,
Axel
end.
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A/N: Because everyone knows that Roxas is totally the seme in their relationship. ^-^
Rating: PG (Oh no! A cuss word! And some smoochies! Save us!)
Pairings/Warnings: Axel/Roxas, one-shot
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I almost forgot about that.
Summary: Not everything is incontrovertible. Crack!fluff for Axel/Roxas day!
A/N: In case you were wondering, I came up with the title/idea by flipping open my Edgar Allen Poe book and using the first word that my finger landed on. xD I had to look it up first, though.
Because there’s this little voice in my head condemning me to fangirl hell if I don’t write something for 8/13! >.<
( Incontrovertible; adj; impossible to deny or disprove )
It was a common saying of the Superior’s; “Nobodies aren’t meant to exist. And we certainly don’t feel. It’s incontrovertible.” He drilled this sort of thing into the Organization member’s heads daily. And try as he could, Axel couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that he was right. (After, of course, going to look up the word incontrovertible. It didn’t seem like a real word at all.)
That was until he met number thirteen. Axel had laughed at first, wondering what a kid like Roxas could have to be of any value to Xemnas’s plans. It irked him, how the Superior acted as if this new kid was the key to everything. Jealousy, that little nagging voice told him. You think he’s no better than you, than any of them, right?
This was the first realization that Xemnas’s ‘incontrovertible logic’ might just be, well, controvertible.
The second realization occurred when Axel actually met number thirteen. The kid was downright adorable. That seemed to be the only fact that the Flurry of Dancing Flames could get his mind around. If what Xemnas said was really true, then why did Axel feel like the only reason he was here was to meet Roxas?
Why did Axel feel?
It was a different sort of feeling than what Axel was used to. It wasn’t the feeling of holding something in your hands, or smacking your elbow into the edge of a table. It was an altogether different feeling, a feeling that Axel couldn’t quite place.
Ah, yes, that was it. Love.
It was absolutely baffling. Axel wasn’t supposed to get this way — like he was going to explode every time Roxas was near and he didn’t touch him. Like he was glad to see him every time, even if they’d only been apart for the night?
Axel got away with all he could; friendly pats on the back and hair ruffles, teasing remarks and casual insinuations, the works. He felt like he was dropping every possible hint he could, and yet....
And yet he wasn’t sure if he even wanted Roxas to know how he felt. The blonde might just brush it off as silly fantasies. He had been fed Xemnas’s Nobody spiel again and again, just like the others. It was infuriating. Perhaps the boy was just too dense to figure it out. Axel quickly dismissed the idea. If anything, Roxas was possibly slyer than Axel.
So why didn’t he say anything?
Axel pegged it to shyness and let it go. After all, they had all the time in the world, right? Everything would figure itself out eventually.
Time didn’t flow normally in The World That Never Was. There were no mornings, no evenings, no seasons. But that didn’t stop Axel from awaiting a certain day with enthusiastic anxiety. As he headed down the castle hallway that morning, carefully going over the list he had written earlier in his mind.
Mission! Celebrate One Year
Step One: Track down Roxas.
It was a simple enough task. Roxas normally was never up before the rest of the Organization, give or take a few of them. So Axel cheerfully planted himself by the door to Roxas’s room, waiting for the right opportunity to barge in.
Said opportunity occurred when the bedroom door opened right into Axel’s face. There was a loud thud, and a yelp that could have possibly come from either Roxas or Axel.
“Axel? What are you doing hanging around my door like that?” Roxas frowned.
“I was waiting to make sure I didn’t wake you up,” Axel explained, rubbing his nose, which had received the full force of the door’s blow. “Can I come in?”
“Sure.” Roxas shrugged, moving aside to let Axel into his fairly messy room. The place was scattered with things the others had brought him from off-world missions, and Axel noted fondly that a lot of his gifts were arranged haphazardly on the dresser. “What’s up?”
Axel shook himself from his reverie, turning back to the boy standing before him.
Step Two: Wish Roxas Happy
“I got you something!” Axel announced smugly, green eyes sparkling mischievously, hands in fists on his hips. Roxas thought he looked something like a bad super hero.
“Why?” he questioned, sitting down heavily on the bed. If this was going to be anything like a normal conversation with Axel, he might as well be comfortable.
“Because! It’s been a year since you first got here, you know,” Axel beamed, “and so that makes today your birthday of sorts!”
Roxas presented him with a thoroughly confused face. “My birthday?”
“Yeah. Because anniversary sounds funny.”
“Anniversary.....?”
Step Three: Give Roxas
Roxas found that Axel had somehow managed to sit down beside him while he wasn’t paying attention. Axel put a hand comfortingly on the keybearer’s shoulder.
“Yep! Anniversary of when I met you!” Axel informed him. He was quite proud of the fact that he could ignore the little voice in the back of his head chanting, Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him! Hell, why not feel him up while you’re at it?
Yes, very proud indeed. But he wasn’t exactly sure how long that self-control was going to last.
“Is meeting me really that big a deal?” muttered Roxas, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“More than anything,” Axel whispered, nearly forgetting himself.
Roxas snorted and turned away, but the older Nobody could easily tell that he was blushing. “What’s wrong? You wish you’d never met me?”
Roxas shook his head. “No, that’s not it.... it’s just.....” He gaped foolishly for a moment before quickly using the age-old tactic of switching topics. “Well? What’d you get me then?”
Urging himself to go ahead before he lost his nerve, Axel slid an arm around Roxas’s skinny waist, pulling him closer. “Nothing special,” he smiled, as Roxas exclaimed loudly and began to fidget. Taking Roxas’s face in his other hand, he gently pressed his lips to the blonde’s.
Step Four: Prepare to be royally screwed. (And not in the good way)
He had expected Roxas to fight back, to push away, to yell, to do something. Not, as is the cliché, to kiss him back. Not that he was complaining or anything — oh no, not at all. Every part of him that, supposedly, wasn’t meant to exist, and was most definitely not supposed to feel, was very, very glad that the definition of incontrovertible had completely slipped his mind at the moment.
The only thing really in his mind at the moment was getting Roxas completely naked, but he reckoned that something of that degree should be postponed til later. Such as, when Roxas was aware of it.
It had been a very subdued kiss, but it was a perfect first kiss. Axel felt the hands that hand entangled themselves in his hair only seconds earlier slip away, and he figured that now would be a good time to open his eyes.
Roxas’s face was the exact color of Axel’s hair, and the redhead couldn’t help but laugh.
“Happy Anniversary,” he mumbled, ruffling Roxas’s spiky hair.
“Axel? Do you, believe what Xemnas tells us all the time?” Roxas asked quietly, blush slowly fading.
“Not at all, love,” Axel laughed. He was feeling somewhat dazed, after having anticipated a keyblade getting lodged in his head most for of the morning. Incontrovertible? What a joke.
“That’s good.” And with that, Roxas pushed Axel over onto his back, straddling the elder Nobody’s waist with a roguish smirk on his face. “Now then, where were we?”
When Xemnas went up to his room later that evening, he was extremely bewildered by the note he found taped to the door.
Ha!
Controvertible!
Take that, bastard!
XOXO,
Axel
end.
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A/N: Because everyone knows that Roxas is totally the seme in their relationship. ^-^
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