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Axel didn’t know how he had come across this situation; and if he wasn’t stuck being infuriated and having the strongest urge to pull out a camera, he thought he could probably come to some sort of conclusion. But since he was struggling between the good and the evil; good being burn Demyx to a crisp and evil going ‘AWW’ and pulling out a camera for a keepsake and possible blackmail—Axel had no idea how he had come across this situation.
The Living Room that Wasn’t Supposed to Be, as Xemnas had one day boredly named it, was actually a very comfortable living space and the members could dress casually here instead of their customary uniforms. So instead of looking like a cult with a twisted religion, they looked like a bunch of teens, early and late in their years, hanging out and doing nothing like the few adults sat over to the side.
On top of one of the many comfortable couches of the LRWSB, laid sprawled and comfortable and possibly warm, was Demyx and Roxas. Demyx, being one of the happier members of the Organization, if not the happiest, was sleeping soundly in his own design of clothes; Demyx liked the be individual and original and refused to buy clothes at the local clothing store in the World that Never Was that was manned by a very, very suspicious man with a sli8ght, hoarse cough. So that resulted in the tank top-button upT-shirt combo with comfortable, slightly faded light blue jeans and socks with musical notes decorating them in random patterns; his wrist, neck and any other body part void of any sort of jewellery that Larxene, Axel or even Saix—Saix, of all people—were expected to wear. His hair was in its usual lets-defy-gravity style of the mullhawk, and his eyes were closed lightly; breathing deep, smooth and even, showing he was deep in the lands of dreams.
Roxas, the quiet little blonde that wasn’t one of the happier members but was definitely not one of the eviller members of the Organization laid down on top of him in a comfortable manner, the side of his face resting on Demyx’s slowly rising and falling chest in a rhythmic manner, making his head rise and fall with each of his breaths, as well as the upper most part of his chest. He hadn’t made his clothes like the ever creative Demyx, but he had gotten his own style of clothes from his favourite world to visit; Twilight Town. He wore a white T-shirt with short sleeves, and on the hem of the sleeves was a chequered pattern like a chequered flag of some sort; on the back of the shirt was a wide diamond with ‘PYRO’ written in bold letters with black squares on the edge in a pattern that fit the blonde’s personality; his pants were a darker blue, more crisp looking jeans but Roxas had once told Axel that that was just a show; they were really worn in and comfortable, just like Demyx’s looked. His socks were plain white, though, because Roxas didn’t believe in patterned socks and he had a watch with a thick band on his left wrist. His eyes were also softly closed, his breathing deep, smooth and even to show he was far into the lands of slumber.
Axel was only taking note of their clothes and faces because of the position they were in; Roxas on top of Demyx like the blonde usually slept on Axel. The redhead found this very disconcerting, to say the least; his hands twitching at his sides as he continued to fight the urge between his good and evil ideas...
Then, a small hand was placed on his shoulder and the tall redhead jumped about a foot as he turned to see the petite and smirking blonde that was Larxene, standing there in all her now obvious feminine glory. She had a grin on her that told him he knew what was going on, and so he followed her soundlessly away from the couch to sit on another, identical couch; pulling off a doily and ruffling in his hands as he stared at her, watching as she seemed to think to herself. Finally he lost patience. “What the hell is that?” He asked in his smooth, uncaring drawl; the electrifying member could hear the threatening undertone in his voice though, and her smile only widened.
“Nothing much.” Larxene started out slowly, looking at him with a grin. “Demyx and Roxas were talking about stuff; I heard you and Zexion once in a while, so I’m only going to guess they were talking about their boyfriends. Roxas nodded off during his sentence an hour ago.” She shrugged, grinning. “Demyx fell asleep afterward.”
“...You are so uninformative.” Axel murmured. Larxene laughed; her light, tinkling laugh that tricked men to believe she was a sweet, gentle, docile creature. If only they saw her in the mornings...
“I don’t regularly eavesdrop, Axel.” She stated simply, standing up and grinning. “I did this time; and I ain’t spilling.” She then winked, and waved, walking away. Axel glowered at her, before he sighed, and closed his eyes, running a hand down his face.
“Dammit, why are they like that...?”
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An Hour Earlier
Roxas was sitting next to Demyx, watching as he played his on his sitar a soft lullaby, before he smiled and closed his eyes, swaying with it. He heard a soft laugh and looked up to see Demyx smiling at him, shaking his head a little. “What? It’s a good song.”
“Mm...I like to call it ‘Brother’.” He said, shrugging as he dismissed the sitar with a ‘pop’, both blondes watching the shimmer as it disappeared. They sat there in silence for a moment, before Demyx shifted, looking out the window, Roxas following his gaze. The smaller blonde frowned a little.
“Are you and Zexion still not talking?”
“He’s been thinking a lot lately.” The older blonde said softly, smiling at Roxas with a shrug. “I let him be alone when he wants to think. He’ll come see me when he’s done.”
“...Don’t you ever want to know what he’s thinking?” Roxas asked, looking at him curiously. Demyx raised an eyebrow and Roxas sighed. “I always want to know what Axel’s thinking, but I can’t read him at all!” He pouted at this and Demyx laughed then. Roxas looked at him to see him shaking his head a little, smiling at him in a mock of amusement.
“Axel can’t be read so easily, Roxxie.” Demyx said, smiling at him. “It’s best to give that up now.” He then sighed, leaning back against the arm of the couch, shifting the pillows there so it was comfortable. “And to answer your question; no, I don’t want to know what he’s thinking. They’re his thoughts.”
“You’re much different than me...” Roxas mumbled, looking away from him; still stung by the fact he was called Roxxie of all names. ROXXIE! He heard a soft laugh again, and he glared at Demyx angrily. “What? I just want to know what makes him...” He trailed off, glaring to the side. “Never mind.”
Demyx raised an eyebrow, reaching a hand out and poking Roxas on the nose before looking at him quizzically. “What do you want to know?” He asked him seriously, knowing that he shouldn’t laugh right now, no matter what he said.
Roxas blushed, before he sighed a little. “...I wanted to know what made him think he loves me...When I don’t even have a heart to love him, and he doesn’t have one to love me...” He mumbled softly. Demyx frowned; Roxas was always asking about their lack of hearts, and why the other members remembered everything about their past or some things, and Roxas remembered so little.
“He remembers what love feels like.” Demyx said gently, smiling. “When his Somebody was once in love...”
“Is that how you know you’re in love with Zexion?” Roxas muttered, looking at him quietly. Demyx smirked, shrugging a shoulder.
“Mhm. My Somebody had a lot of sisters so he loved them in a different way...But he fell in love with a boy once before the Heartless attacked. That was his strongest memory...” He closed his eyes, smiling faintly. “It’s why I can believe we still have emotions.”
“Not just echoes...?”
“Well, do you remember what love feels like from your Somebody?” Roxas muttered a ‘no’ and Demyx nodded a little. “Exactly. So how do you know you love Axel?”
“I don’t.” Roxas mumbled then, and Demyx blinked, looking at him quietly. “I think I do...But I don’t know.”
Demyx frowned, before he reached out again and tugged on Roxas’ arm, making him fall onto his chest. His legs stretched out on either side of him then; one foot on the floor, the other on the couch with his knee bent. He pressed Roxas’ ear to his chest, looking down at him to see Roxas looking flustered. “Do you hear anything?”
“...Of course not.” Roxas muttered, frowning and trying to push himself off; he found himself pinned.
“Don’t listen with your ears.” Demyx said, smiling and rolling his eyes. “Concentrate...”
Roxas frowned, closing his eyes as he concentrated, trying to hear something...Anything...He then widened his eyes as he thought he heard the soft sway of water, and looked up at Demyx to see him smiling. “What did you hear?”
“...Water...” He mumbled, and Demyx nodded.
“Makes sense. It’s my element. The water is my heart.” He smiled. “Fire is Axel’s heart.” He then looked at Roxas again. “...What’s your heart?”
“...I don’t know.” Roxas frowned a little, closing his eyes as he made himself comfortable. He felt, rather than heard Demyx hum in understanding, before he slowly started to drift off into sleep to the sound of the waves he heard mysteriously from Demyx, and the blonde’s soft humming that accompanied it in a beautiful, harmonious melody. He felt Demyx remove his hand then, shifting a bit, before it blackened.
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Present Time
Axel stared at Roxas for a moment, before he sighed and leaned over the couch, shaking his shoulder gently. “Roxas,” he whispered quietly, and he saw blue eyes open, blinking a few times. He smiled a little, looking at him fondly. “Ready to get up?”
Roxas yawned, carefully untangling himself from Demyx’s limbs to see Zexion standing behind Axel a little. He nodded to the older Nobody, before he felt Axel take his hand and walk out of the LRWSB into the hall. Once Axel had stopped, Roxas bumped into his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pushing his ear against his back. Axel blinked, holding still but looking thoroughly confused.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, blinking. Roxas smiled a bit.
“Listening for my heart...”
The Living Room that Wasn’t Supposed to Be, as Xemnas had one day boredly named it, was actually a very comfortable living space and the members could dress casually here instead of their customary uniforms. So instead of looking like a cult with a twisted religion, they looked like a bunch of teens, early and late in their years, hanging out and doing nothing like the few adults sat over to the side.
On top of one of the many comfortable couches of the LRWSB, laid sprawled and comfortable and possibly warm, was Demyx and Roxas. Demyx, being one of the happier members of the Organization, if not the happiest, was sleeping soundly in his own design of clothes; Demyx liked the be individual and original and refused to buy clothes at the local clothing store in the World that Never Was that was manned by a very, very suspicious man with a sli8ght, hoarse cough. So that resulted in the tank top-button upT-shirt combo with comfortable, slightly faded light blue jeans and socks with musical notes decorating them in random patterns; his wrist, neck and any other body part void of any sort of jewellery that Larxene, Axel or even Saix—Saix, of all people—were expected to wear. His hair was in its usual lets-defy-gravity style of the mullhawk, and his eyes were closed lightly; breathing deep, smooth and even, showing he was deep in the lands of dreams.
Roxas, the quiet little blonde that wasn’t one of the happier members but was definitely not one of the eviller members of the Organization laid down on top of him in a comfortable manner, the side of his face resting on Demyx’s slowly rising and falling chest in a rhythmic manner, making his head rise and fall with each of his breaths, as well as the upper most part of his chest. He hadn’t made his clothes like the ever creative Demyx, but he had gotten his own style of clothes from his favourite world to visit; Twilight Town. He wore a white T-shirt with short sleeves, and on the hem of the sleeves was a chequered pattern like a chequered flag of some sort; on the back of the shirt was a wide diamond with ‘PYRO’ written in bold letters with black squares on the edge in a pattern that fit the blonde’s personality; his pants were a darker blue, more crisp looking jeans but Roxas had once told Axel that that was just a show; they were really worn in and comfortable, just like Demyx’s looked. His socks were plain white, though, because Roxas didn’t believe in patterned socks and he had a watch with a thick band on his left wrist. His eyes were also softly closed, his breathing deep, smooth and even to show he was far into the lands of slumber.
Axel was only taking note of their clothes and faces because of the position they were in; Roxas on top of Demyx like the blonde usually slept on Axel. The redhead found this very disconcerting, to say the least; his hands twitching at his sides as he continued to fight the urge between his good and evil ideas...
Then, a small hand was placed on his shoulder and the tall redhead jumped about a foot as he turned to see the petite and smirking blonde that was Larxene, standing there in all her now obvious feminine glory. She had a grin on her that told him he knew what was going on, and so he followed her soundlessly away from the couch to sit on another, identical couch; pulling off a doily and ruffling in his hands as he stared at her, watching as she seemed to think to herself. Finally he lost patience. “What the hell is that?” He asked in his smooth, uncaring drawl; the electrifying member could hear the threatening undertone in his voice though, and her smile only widened.
“Nothing much.” Larxene started out slowly, looking at him with a grin. “Demyx and Roxas were talking about stuff; I heard you and Zexion once in a while, so I’m only going to guess they were talking about their boyfriends. Roxas nodded off during his sentence an hour ago.” She shrugged, grinning. “Demyx fell asleep afterward.”
“...You are so uninformative.” Axel murmured. Larxene laughed; her light, tinkling laugh that tricked men to believe she was a sweet, gentle, docile creature. If only they saw her in the mornings...
“I don’t regularly eavesdrop, Axel.” She stated simply, standing up and grinning. “I did this time; and I ain’t spilling.” She then winked, and waved, walking away. Axel glowered at her, before he sighed, and closed his eyes, running a hand down his face.
“Dammit, why are they like that...?”
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An Hour Earlier
Roxas was sitting next to Demyx, watching as he played his on his sitar a soft lullaby, before he smiled and closed his eyes, swaying with it. He heard a soft laugh and looked up to see Demyx smiling at him, shaking his head a little. “What? It’s a good song.”
“Mm...I like to call it ‘Brother’.” He said, shrugging as he dismissed the sitar with a ‘pop’, both blondes watching the shimmer as it disappeared. They sat there in silence for a moment, before Demyx shifted, looking out the window, Roxas following his gaze. The smaller blonde frowned a little.
“Are you and Zexion still not talking?”
“He’s been thinking a lot lately.” The older blonde said softly, smiling at Roxas with a shrug. “I let him be alone when he wants to think. He’ll come see me when he’s done.”
“...Don’t you ever want to know what he’s thinking?” Roxas asked, looking at him curiously. Demyx raised an eyebrow and Roxas sighed. “I always want to know what Axel’s thinking, but I can’t read him at all!” He pouted at this and Demyx laughed then. Roxas looked at him to see him shaking his head a little, smiling at him in a mock of amusement.
“Axel can’t be read so easily, Roxxie.” Demyx said, smiling at him. “It’s best to give that up now.” He then sighed, leaning back against the arm of the couch, shifting the pillows there so it was comfortable. “And to answer your question; no, I don’t want to know what he’s thinking. They’re his thoughts.”
“You’re much different than me...” Roxas mumbled, looking away from him; still stung by the fact he was called Roxxie of all names. ROXXIE! He heard a soft laugh again, and he glared at Demyx angrily. “What? I just want to know what makes him...” He trailed off, glaring to the side. “Never mind.”
Demyx raised an eyebrow, reaching a hand out and poking Roxas on the nose before looking at him quizzically. “What do you want to know?” He asked him seriously, knowing that he shouldn’t laugh right now, no matter what he said.
Roxas blushed, before he sighed a little. “...I wanted to know what made him think he loves me...When I don’t even have a heart to love him, and he doesn’t have one to love me...” He mumbled softly. Demyx frowned; Roxas was always asking about their lack of hearts, and why the other members remembered everything about their past or some things, and Roxas remembered so little.
“He remembers what love feels like.” Demyx said gently, smiling. “When his Somebody was once in love...”
“Is that how you know you’re in love with Zexion?” Roxas muttered, looking at him quietly. Demyx smirked, shrugging a shoulder.
“Mhm. My Somebody had a lot of sisters so he loved them in a different way...But he fell in love with a boy once before the Heartless attacked. That was his strongest memory...” He closed his eyes, smiling faintly. “It’s why I can believe we still have emotions.”
“Not just echoes...?”
“Well, do you remember what love feels like from your Somebody?” Roxas muttered a ‘no’ and Demyx nodded a little. “Exactly. So how do you know you love Axel?”
“I don’t.” Roxas mumbled then, and Demyx blinked, looking at him quietly. “I think I do...But I don’t know.”
Demyx frowned, before he reached out again and tugged on Roxas’ arm, making him fall onto his chest. His legs stretched out on either side of him then; one foot on the floor, the other on the couch with his knee bent. He pressed Roxas’ ear to his chest, looking down at him to see Roxas looking flustered. “Do you hear anything?”
“...Of course not.” Roxas muttered, frowning and trying to push himself off; he found himself pinned.
“Don’t listen with your ears.” Demyx said, smiling and rolling his eyes. “Concentrate...”
Roxas frowned, closing his eyes as he concentrated, trying to hear something...Anything...He then widened his eyes as he thought he heard the soft sway of water, and looked up at Demyx to see him smiling. “What did you hear?”
“...Water...” He mumbled, and Demyx nodded.
“Makes sense. It’s my element. The water is my heart.” He smiled. “Fire is Axel’s heart.” He then looked at Roxas again. “...What’s your heart?”
“...I don’t know.” Roxas frowned a little, closing his eyes as he made himself comfortable. He felt, rather than heard Demyx hum in understanding, before he slowly started to drift off into sleep to the sound of the waves he heard mysteriously from Demyx, and the blonde’s soft humming that accompanied it in a beautiful, harmonious melody. He felt Demyx remove his hand then, shifting a bit, before it blackened.
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Present Time
Axel stared at Roxas for a moment, before he sighed and leaned over the couch, shaking his shoulder gently. “Roxas,” he whispered quietly, and he saw blue eyes open, blinking a few times. He smiled a little, looking at him fondly. “Ready to get up?”
Roxas yawned, carefully untangling himself from Demyx’s limbs to see Zexion standing behind Axel a little. He nodded to the older Nobody, before he felt Axel take his hand and walk out of the LRWSB into the hall. Once Axel had stopped, Roxas bumped into his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and pushing his ear against his back. Axel blinked, holding still but looking thoroughly confused.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, blinking. Roxas smiled a bit.
“Listening for my heart...”
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So....Inspired by 
's fanart 'Nap Time'. It's a RokuDem thinger, but I see it like brothers. So I wrote up a little oneshot to see how they came to that position in the first place. It's a little descriptive at first, but I have fun with describing clothes, so...Eheh...Sorry. 
Anyhow, hope you enjoy it! And tell me what I can improve on!
Nap Time (C)
Organization XIII (C) Square Enix and Disney
's fanart 'Nap Time'. It's a RokuDem thinger, but I see it like brothers. So I wrote up a little oneshot to see how they came to that position in the first place. It's a little descriptive at first, but I have fun with describing clothes, so...Eheh...Sorry. Anyhow, hope you enjoy it! And tell me what I can improve on!
Nap Time (C)
Organization XIII (C) Square Enix and Disney
© 2007 - 2024 AngelWing1138
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I think the describing clothes so much at the one time, is usually boring, BUT in this I found it very interesting. 
So sweet and well-wrote little story! And it fits perfectly with the picture ^^
So sweet and well-wrote little story! And it fits perfectly with the picture ^^