Johnel: Okay it has
been awhile so I’m doing a triple chapter feature this time. Also I’ve stopped
editing it so Zexion is always referred to as female for honestly that was
getting tedious.
"Shit!"
Johnel: Piss, fuck,
cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits make up the seven words you can’t say
on television.
"What?" Zexion asked, regarding his cursing
red-headed lover. Axel's expression had changed from carefree and exuberant to
pale with horror.
"Zexion! It's Two in the morning!" Axel yelled,
shaking the bluenette violently.
Johnel: Okay I’m
sorry I just am unable in any way to take you seriously after use of the phrase
bluenette.
Zexion blinked, "Sooo?" he drawled a bit angrily.
Why was Axel overreacting at the time? It was just time...
Johnel: Once again
people suddenly drawl now.
"Zexion! You need to be there in the morning. Or
Lexaeus. Will. Eat. ME!" he yelled worriedly, nervously biting his finger
nails.
Johnel: Honestly I
don’t know if it is worse to take that at face value or as innuendo.
"He'll know!
He'll find out I've been kidnapping you at night!" He paced around.
"Wh-What if he already knows we're having an affair!? Oh ho! He's probably
already at my house, sitting on my bed with an axe. He probably already knows!
And...and rich people are NEVER convicted for murderer! They never get
caught!" he yelled, clutching his head.
Johnel: Calm down man
you are the main character in a fanfic that hasn’t died yet for stupid drama
you’ll be fine.
Zexion sighed and put a hand on Axel's hip, "Just calm
down," he said. "It'll be fine." He grabbed the redhead's hand
and pulled him out of the club, waving goodbye to everyone before exiting
completely.
Johnel: Who else is
up at this hour?
"You're overreacting, Axel," Zexion said, closing
his eyes softly.
Axel shook his head, "Have you seen the SIZE of that
man!?" he asked, clutching his head worriedly.
"I live with him. I would no how large he is."
Johnel: Honestly this
whole chapter is just being stuffed with innuendo.
Axel sighed and held Zexion's hand worriedly, "He's
gonna murder me...I'm gonna be dead by tomorrow," he muttered nervously,
fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
Johnel: Axel you have
survived death twice you’ll be fine.
Zexion watched his antics, "Calm down," he said.
"It's fine." He pecked Axel on the lips before leaving him at the
gates, climbing over it most expertly. He trudged to where his window was and
gave a confused blink as he noticed the ladder to his window was missing. He
rubbed his eyes and caught a glimpse of it rolling back out of his window. His
heart sank to his foot; he was scared now.
Johnel: Dun dun dun!
He shook his head and started up the ladder, entering his
still lit room. He shook his head and figured he was just being paranoid.
Letting out a scream and a jump he heard a knock at his door.
"C-Come in-" was his shaky response.
Cloud entered the room, he was holding a tray with tea and
some small snacks. "Hungry?" he asked.
Johnel: Okay I know
that you know why he is here so why take the time to make snacks? Unless rape
makes him hungry or something.
"Wh-why're you up this late?" Zexion asked.
"I should be asking you. A butler's duty is never
done," he sighed dramatically and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I
heard you coughing. Still feeling sick?" he asked, setting the tray down.
"O-Oh...yeah! Yeah...I'm still sick!" he smiled,
putting a hand on his stomach unintentionally.
Cloud laughed, "Well then, we should get you all
better. Why aren't you even in your pajamas?" he asked.
Johnel: Please to
tell me the idiot is still in the maid outfit.
Zexion just gave a light shrug, taking a sip of tea.
Cloud flipped a few stray strands of blonde hair, waiting
until Zexion set is tea cup down before sitting next to him on the bed. He
abruptly pushed him down and smirked, his eyes narrowing evilly. "Oh
Zexion, you have a nice little dancer's body," he grinned, bending to nip
and suck at Zexion's neck.
Johnel: So it begins.
"C-Cloud!" he yelled, attempting pushing the so
obviously larger man off.
"Oh calm down, nothing you've never experienced before.
Stranger wants you, you let him take you. You're a whore, no matter what,"
he purred.
Johnel: No enough
with the animal sounds.
"No," Zexion said. "Get off! Lexaeus! Someone
hel-" he was interrupted suddenly as Cloud's large hand clasped over his
mouth. the mauve-haired boy wiggled, trying his hardest not to cry.
Johnel: Okay before
we go on I’d like to make point of that in real life rape is not funny, sexy,
or deserved. The thing is though this isn’t here to make a social point or
teach a moral. No this is here for pointless stupid melodrama to pad out the
fic. So I will make fun of it because it should not be taken seriously.
"I'll tell him. About Axel," Cloud said, licking
at the shell of his ear.
Johnel: Also because
the author is still making stupid comparisons using parts of the human body.
"Wha-"
"I know," Cloud said. "About
everything," he smirked and ran his finger down Zexion's stomach, tracing
a little circle. "Everything," he laughed silently again.
Zexion shook his head, "No! No! Please let me go!"
he cried, trying to wiggle away with no avail. "Stop, please stop!"
Zexion cried, tears staining his porcelain cheeks.
Johnel: While her
hemp pancreas kept secreting those enzymes.
"Hmm, oh no no, little Zexion," Cloud smiled.
"I'm not gonna let you go," he said, playing with Zexion's nipples
shamelessly.
Johnel: Resist urge
to Rick roll. Resist urge to Rick roll.
Zexion sobbed, "...Stop..."
Johnel: Next chapter
starts now.
"What's...going on?"
The familiar redhead's voice was soft, disappointed and sad.
Johnel: For you know
he is too stupid to recognize a rape in progress.
"Axel!" Zexion squeaked. He tried pushing Cloud
off, but Cloud was pressed firmly against him. He watched the redhead step
through the window, using the stepladder that had yet to be pulled back up.
Cloud smirked and licked Zexion's bare chest, "Who're
you? Trespassing on private property."
Johnel: Priorities
dumb ass I don’t think you should be continuing when someone sneaks through the
window.
Axel narrowed his eyes, "Who're you? Trespassing on
/my/ private property?"
Johnel: Yes for
obviously the less dominant person in a relationship is property and has no
will of their own.
he asked, letting out
a loud, audible growl. He simple received a laugh from the blonde who stood and
pulled Zexion up roughly. He hugged him tightly and rested his chin on the
mauve-haired boy's shoulder.
"He belongs to me now. A whore's a whore. They move on
from boredom eventually," Cloud chortled.
Johnel: That or lack
of funds whichever comes first.
Zexion's eyes widened a fraction, "No..." he
whispered.
"Go ahead Zex. Tell him all about how you belong to me.
Tell him how you hate him," the blonde sneered.
Johnel: You know Axel
would have to be an idiot at this point to not realize that if Zexion said
those things they wouldn’t be true right? I mean no one is so stupid to realize
that this Bizzaro Cloud is up to no good.
"No," Zexion whispered. "No please..."
"I'll tell Lex," Cloud purred. "I'll tell him
everything."
Zexion shook his head lightly, eyes still wide as he stared
at Axel disbelievingly. Axel stared back at him, trying to read the boy's eyes,
yet he seemed so confused still. Zexion felt tears threaten his eyes, but he
couldn't let them show. He cleared his throat and swallowed softly.
"Zexion..." Axel whispered, reaching out towards
him and taking a step forward.
"Stay back!" Zexion yelled, pulling back from the
redhead. He held his hands to his chest and felt his heart tear into a million
pieces. The look on Axel's face was heart-wrenching. "St-stay back,"
he said, a little softer this time.
Johnel:*As Zexion*: I
have uke tears and I’m not afraid to use them.
"Zex-"
"No!" Zexion yelled. He looked down and pressed
his back against Cloud's chest, "Stay away...I hate you...I hate
you!" he yelled. "Please...go away...don't come
back...please..."
"Zexion," Axel said softly, tears streaming down
his creamy cheeks. "Zex..ion...is this...what you want. Truly?" he
whispered.
Zexion nodded his head and looked down, letting his hair
fall in front of his face. "Yes. It is, go away. I hate you...I hate
you...I...hate you," he whispered, the tears trying to spill over his
eyes.
Johnel: Once again
Axel would have to be an idiot to not see right through this.
"He's right..." Axel said in more than a whisper.
"Once a whore--" he had to choke this out quite obviously.
"--always a whore." He turned away before turning back towards the
two, "I forgot to give this to you earlier...It's because...I loved
you."
Zexion blinked and caught a necklace that Axel had thrown at
him. It was a bright gold chain with a tiny gold cage at the end. In the cage
was a bright red heart the jingled around on contact with the cold gold metal.
Johnel: Okay I’m
stealing a bit but SYBOLISM!
Cloud pulled Zexion back onto the bed, watching as Axel
left, "His hair makes me wanna have a seizure," he sighed. "It's
so bright and...blegh-- Hey, you listening?"
Johnel: You haven’t
seen Yu-Gi-Oh I guess if Axel’s hair gives off that effect to you.
Zexion sat in Cloud's lap, no longer paying attention. He
looked more like a lifeless porcelain doll than anything.
Johnel: With copper
wire for veins.
Cloud groaned and threw him on the bed, watching as he just
layed there, the necklace tight in his fist.
"You're boring. You better be interesting tomorrow, or
there'll be dire consequences," the blonde frowned.
Johnel: This entire
fic is boring so what else is new.
Zexion made a small noise, signaling he understood, and
curled under the covers, covering his eyes and crying softly to himself as he
was left in the cold dark room.
Johnel: Next chapter.
Zexion stopped thrashing his room as the sound of shoes
clicking against marble became audible. The mauve haired boy wiped his tears
and sniffed, calming down so his voice would sound normal. There was a hasty
knock at he door and some nervous shifting.
Johnel: Someone with
heels his coming to visit I wonder who it is?
"...Zexion?" It was Lexaeus' voice so Zexion
calmed down a fraction.
Johnel: Of course…no
wait why is Lexaeus in clicking heels?
"Yes?" he asked calmly from the other side.
"I heard a crash...are you alright?"
"Uhm...I didn't hear a crash, but I'm still feeling
sick, so I'll be resting in my room." God, Zexion's throat hurt.
"Okay, feel better. I'll come and check on you. Do you
need anythin-"
"No!" Zexion yelled. There was silence and then a
soft sigh of relief as he heard Lexaeus leave. He slid down his wall and pulled
his knees to his chest, cradling his face gingerly. "I want to
die..." he iterated. "I just want to kill myself and die..."
Zexion got up and looked around, finding a nice--expensive--vase. In the vase
there were a few anemone and daffodils.
Johnel: Okay once
again the subject of suicide in real life is a serious issue and is not funny.
Also once again this isn’t taking it seriously and instead it is being used for
bullshit melodrama so I will not take it seriously and make fun of this scene.
In fact I will make fun of scenes like this for it is a spit in the face to the
subject of suicide and as such should not be allowed any sort of serious
interpretation.
"Why are you mocking me!?"
Johnel*As the vase*:
Yes it is I the evil Count Von Stuficanto of Sarasaland mocking you and your
maid costume ways Zexion mwhahahaha!
he screamed, throwing
the vase against the wall, watching it shatter into tiny pieces of glass. The
water and flowers spilled everywhere, barely visible on the white floor. Zexion
clutched his head and doubled over, screaming more. "I hate you! I hate
you so much!" he sobbed, falling to his knees.
Johnel: I agree that
vase was a dick.
He layed down and rested his head in the shattered glass,
not seeming to care that it hurt like all Hell. He watched apathetically as
some blood formed around his head and mixed with the small puddle of water. He
sat up and took one of the larger pieces of glass, putting it in his palm as he
clenched his fist, making the glass cut into his flesh.
Johnel: I’d play that
crawling in my skin sound clip but honestly I’m too lazy right now to do so.
His eyes flickered cruelly and he took the glass holding it
to his wrist. He slowly made a miniscule cut along the skin of his wrist and
his eyes lit up at the pleasurable feeling. He made the cut deeper, when he
felt like it wasn't enough he made it deeper, and deeper.
Johnel: Okay I don’t
think adding the pleasurable feeling bit is a good thing.
After a few minutes of working on one slice he went to
another part of his skin, already covered with blood from the cut made above
it. He licked the area, getting it prepared.
Johnel: Seriously
author is Zexion a vampire now or are you trying to make suicide by cutting
look like a bad album cover? Now that I think about it this is reminding me of something.
He took the glass and jammed it into his skin, letting out a
small squeak as tears blurred his vision.
He cut deeply and his breathing hitched slightly. He lapped
up the blood that oozed from the fresh cut and noticed something that didn't
quite fit amidst the red blood and pale skin. It was then that Zexion realized
the little flecks of white were in fact his small bone. He gave a manic smile
then and equally, if not more, manic laugh. He held his wrist and laugh harder,
falling over and rolling.
Johnel: He cut to the
bone. He cut to the bone. What the flying motherfucking hell author!
He coughed as his voice became raw from his deranged
laughing/screaming. He backed up until his head hit the marble white wall and
he arched his back, still attempting to laugh, though his throat stopped him.
He looked around as a small buzzing sound rang in his ear.
He covered said ears, the noise becoming too much, he
screamed more, finally gaining some of his voice back. He was becoming a bit
nervous when it looked as if the walls were moving in on him, ready to crush
him at any time. He screamed until his throat just wouldn't let him anymore.
Johnel: Okay
seriously I’m starting to wonder if the if the author is over dousing on cactus
juice at this point.
It was agonizingly painful, watching as people poked and
prodded at you, touching your most tender areas to find the 'problem' when it
was so obvious why he had been screaming. He closed his eyes slowly, drawling
out nonsense. He opened one eye when a large cold hand tried at prying his
open.
He made a small noise in protest, not wanting to release the
small article in his fist. His aching body thrashed, "No!" he yelled
hoarsely. When his vision became a fraction clearer he saw that it was, in
fact, Lexaeus tugging on his hand. He wiggled around, only to be held back down
by unknown people.
"Stop!" he wheezed, tightening his grip. All of
the energy from his body seemed to drift down to his hand, so he could save the
article. He felt something digging into his skin as he tightened his fist and
he automatically realized it was the necklace Axel had given to him.
Johnel: You’re still
holding that thing really? Also focus on the bleeding wounds first you idiots not a closed up not
bleeding hand.
Unfortunately, Zexion's body was working against him and his
hand released its death-grip. Lexaeus, shoved the necklace into his pocket for
safe keeping and he placed his hand with Zexion's, lacing their fingers
gingerly. "It's okay," he whispered to his 'lover'.
Zexion shook his head, "No..." he whimpered. Soon
he was brought to an ambulance that placed a clear mask on his face. Against
his will he fell into a deep sleep, regretting now more than ever that he had
left Axel to be with Lexaeus.
Johnel: Well really
the problem is Cloud but I don’t exactly see what happy of life you would leave
with the alternative but whatever that doesn’t matter right now.
Zexion's long black eyelashes fluttered open and he looked
around absently, not noticing the gigantic man beside him. He looked down at
his arms that ached horribly. All memory from the previous events had escaped
him and he was left lost and flabbergasted. The boy was definitely tempted to
remove his gauze and take a look at exactly what had happened, but he thought
against it.
Johnel: Look they
conveniently write out any memory of his psychotic breakdown so it won’t affect
the rest of the fic.
"Good to see you're awake," Lexaeus' voice chimed
in, bringing Zexion back to reality.
"O-Oh...yeah..." Zexion whispered, looking down.
Lexaeus reached over and ruffled his hair, "It's
okay...you shouldn't blame yourself," he whispered, leaning over to kiss
Zexion's temple.
Zexion blinked.
"I would've...done that too, under your
circumstances," Lexaeus smiled softly.
Johnel: I don’t know
how disturbed I should be by that. Also that is a horrible stupid thing to tell
someone that just tried to kill themselves dumbass.
"Circum...stances?" Zexion asked quietly, looking
forward. He let his bangs fall forward, curtaining his face from view.
"What the redheaded bimbo did to you," Lexaeus
growled softly. "I'll never let him touch my beautiful porcelain angel
again," he whispered lovingly, kissing the corner of Zexion's mouth.
"I'll kill him."
Johnel*As Lexaeus*:
For I’m a ground type and as such supereffective against his fire type.
"No!" Zexion yelled, which came out as more of a
hoarse squeak due to his failing voice.
Lexaeus blinked, "...no?" he muttered.
"Whatever he did to me...it's fine...don't go making
rash decisions," Zexion explained quietly, hugging himself tenderly.
Johnel: Honestly I
would almost prefer to see a dual to the death over what we will be getting in
this fic.
Lexaeus leaned over to cradle the smaller boy, "I love
you," he whispered.
"...yeah," was Zexion's only reply.
Johnel*As Zexion*: I
love me too.
Man that was a dark
turn I need something to make me feel better now.
That'll do.
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