But if they don't age, think about it, even though Sora and Roxas weren't suppose to exist at the same time, if Roxas was never fated to go inside Sora, will he still be the same age as Sora grows older? How about living a normal life? What would Hayner, Pence, and Olette say if he didn't grow like they did? Also, they have to have organs. How can you explain Roxas and Axel eating Sea Salt ice cream? Does it disappear in darkness since they don't have a stomach? And if I read right, after a attack from Saïx in the KHII Novels, Axel in his POV said something about his ribs hurting.
Axel let her leave, not wanting to hold her back any longer. Sighing tiredly, he felt exhausted after this. His brain had the desire to shut down and not function for the longest while. And he couldn't even begin to describe the distress that he was encountering this moment. He moved to sit on her vacant chair, slamming his skull down carelessly, wrapping his arms around it on the table. And he stayed there, no having the energy to move. She'll be alright, he hoped. Naminé was fragile, but she has a amazing strong streak somewhere inside.
"Is okay, it just hurts me that you think I see you that way, " Axel explained, sending her a bittersweet smile, despite the numb and horrible emotions running inside him at what he had done. Or what were the memories of that emotion. Either way, it felt real enough. And she was a fragile one, Naminé, she really was. "Don't be sad, Nami. You'll see that it works better this way. Now you're free to find who you really belong with. Maybe he's been there all along and he was overshadowed by your feelings for me. I just hope to see you smile again when you talk to me, a real smile..."
Axel had to do a double-take, not sure whether he heard her right or not. Taking his vision from the computer, he eyed her confused as she daintlily paraded off, not knowing what to make of this. Even Axel had to say that their interactions are weird, not that they never were. But this time, first, they were about to throttle each other's necks off, then they have a normal conversation as if it didn't happen. Wait. They had a normal conversation. Of all the years, it was actually possible. That had to go down in the history books, people. Chuckling to himself as he reverted back to the comp, feeling more relieved and calm, he muttered to himself quietly as he studied the music webpage he entered, "You're not that bad yourself...for a Prep, that is."
There was something about a woman's moan that turned Axel on considerably, it was affective in his past, just as it was affective now. Notably more than before as he was deprived of this amazing luxury for too long, and it sent another impulsive reaction into his blinding senses of absolute pleasure. Clasping her lips more forcefully, he licked them slickly in a sultry execution, nipping them with his teeth here and there, smoothly and meek, not wanting to harm her. Grasping her butt for real this time around, and he had to admit subtly that she had a very pleasing one, so three points for her, he lifted her up easily without breaking their contact, making her wrap her legs around his waist as to not fall. Hopefully, surprising her, as that was the acknowledgment he wanted to cause. Still with his eyes shut, breathlessly kissing her with growing greed, he carried her to where he knew her bed was, putting her softly down on the mattress as his knees hit the edge. He fell on top of her, taking his place cozily between her legs, his arms supporting him on her sides. It was then Axel wished he hadn't done that. He was losing his control, but now that they were in this position, he didn't know how he would hold on. It was a natural reflex, so he had to be more guarded and watchful thanks to his blunder. Yet, he pondered on why she was taking too long on doing the task she set out to do. "Something they haven't had before?" Vexen questioned increduously, wondering how in the worlds Zexion could be so calm about this. "They're not suppose to experience anything. Period. This has to be reported to the Superior. They can't keep this up." OOC: Gosh, they're still not french kissing...-_-...xP.
At his words, Axel felt a bit guilty, pondering that maybe what he said was uncalled for, especially when he was trying to stop them from killing each other. But what can you expect? Both him and Larxene were nice to him in the morning, and he barked back disrespectfully, and then he goes and say what any normal person would perceive as arrogance. It was him that gave a bad first impression. Shaking his head, not wanting to deal with a conscience now, as he was yet to calm down, he drifted his eyes to the computer again, swirling the chair to it, typing a new page address on the search bar to listen to music. Noticing Larxene still there, and hearing her "wow", he commented, "I told you I don't need a babysitter. And don't think too much on what I did. It meant nothing, he just annoyed me." OOC: Later.
"Naminé..." Axel called softly, stepping abit towards her, but not sure if it was a good idea. Instead, he glimpsed at her, with regret, but with a stern look that came to his face at what she just blabbered, "Don't ever think you wasted my time. You can never waste my time. You can talk to me when you want, I'm still your friend. How can you even say that?"
Seeing Mark get so close to her made Axel feel another surge of anger for a unexplained reason, balling his hands into fists as he glowered sharply at this high and mighty a**hole. He was a prick when he met him, and he's still a prick now. "Maybe if you didn't have your head stuck so deep in your ego you might just know how pathetic you are, b**tard. Don't tell her what to do. Know your damn place."
It was so hard seeing a type of girl like Naminé about to cry, if she was sad, you felt it too, especially if you were the reason that caused it. But Axel had to tell her, he couldn't keep the truth from her, and it would've been worse if she kept falling for him, thinking that one day he might reciprocate her feelings. But it wasn't that way. And she needed to know. Chasing her walk to the door with his eyes sadly, he whispered, "Maybe if it wasn't too late, I would probably have liked you too..." And he would. But Larxene had already captured him. And he didn't know even if the pain of rejection will be experienced by him if he ever told her.
"That's even if I let you tear my eyes out, you damn b*tch. And maybe you didn't hear me either, but you should follow your own worthless words," he retorted breathlessly, not at all fazed by the kick. In fact, if Mark didn't grab him, he would have attacked her mercilessly in blind murder. And talking about another rude kid.... Axel pushed Mark's hand harshly off him, releasing his grip, and stomped back to the chair angrily, banging himself in it as he sat down, almost breaking it, as he fixed his white shirt. Huffingly, he replied, "I was just fine before she showed up."
Axel nodded, knowing this was a good time for her to be alone for awhile, as it must be hard for her. He didn't say it, but he saw her eyes turning glassy, water clouding her blue orbs, and he looked away. He muttered to her silently, as he dropped his hand from her shoulder heavily, "Yeah..I think that's a good idea. Just promise me you won't cry too much for me, okay?"
Axel froze as he heard the cracking smack on his cheek, sending his head sideways from the force. There was a chilling tension filling the room as he stayed stock-still, no sound heard except for the vague, far away voices of the other people outside Xemnas office. It wasn't that the slap hurt, though it stung, it was the fact that she dared do it. He crinkled his eyebrows, the first sign of movement after awhile, feeling something wet travel down his cheek. Raising his hand to touch it carefully, he moved it away to see a bit of blood. And that's when he snapped. Getting up from his chair savagely, he grasped her roughly by the shoulders, pushing her back, making her almost trip, as he slammed her into the wall cruelly. He managed to get a hold of himself there, yet his eyes squinted deadly at her, his voice holding anger, "What the f*ck is your problem, Prep? I don't need a babysitter. Heh. And like 'I'd listen to you'. Why don't you just get out of my sight?"
He didn't know what to do after that. Axel was at a loss on how to comfort a female, and hearing Naminé's quaking tone didn't make the circumstances any easier for him. Going by natural instincts, as he needed to do something, he got up quietly from his seat, making his way over to her, and he placed a hand on her shoulder tenderly. Axel looked at her with a sad smile, his eyes sending a silent apology again, "Sorry....I'm....not the right type of guy for you. Trust me. You're beautiful and amazing, Naminé, and I know there is someone who can appreciate you for all you are out there. You just have to find him...I hope you understand...?"
This time, his hand went to grasp hers hard, crushing it under his strong one, and twisting it a little just to give her a slight pain, but not enough to break her wrist. It didn't matter if she was a girl, Larxene wasn't a ordinary one, or even normal. He shoved it away roughly, his eyes constricting dangerously as he scowled at her, "You better listen to me. What the hell don't you understand about invading my personal space? I'm too valuable of a piece for the likes of you. I'm sure there are more progressive things to be doing than trying to bother me."
Axel gulped, refraining himself from getting up and out of here, just to give him time to think, but that was even more hurtful and rude, and Naminé didn't deserve it. Casting his scrutinizing eyes into her deeply, he gripped the edge of the table with one hand, to keep him from stopping himself, and inhaling a deep breath he explained, "Naminé...look...you mean alot to me, and I care and love you...but as a friend. You're more like a sister. I don't ever want to hurt your feelings, and trust me, I never expected this, you're a great girl, and you'll find the right one. But...it isn't me, and....I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...I don't feel the same way..."
"And I do what I want too," Axel dryly replied, pulling her hand away from his forehead annoyed, only to smile back at her, his eyes glinting dubiously, "So, I will call that little sh*t face Prep what I want, I don't ever want you to touch me, and don't ever say my catchphrase. Got that memorized?"
"How do I make you happy?" Axel croaked sadly, placing his elbows on the desk, and resting his forehead on his hand. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it be...Marluxia or something? He didn't ask for any of this. "I mean, when did your feelings for me even start?" He felt so stupid and inept about not being able to spot this before. Axel knew she was acting weird when she came in, but he thought it was a obsession that would pass away.
"Who said I was goofing off?" Axel growled at the accusation, holding the mouse tightly in his vice grip. He didn't know what it was about Larxene, but just her mere face pissed him off. For years of having to put up with her, he never understood why. "And I don't think this office could look more of a mess than it is, and I wasn't responsible for it. Your stupid friend was. So, why don't you go look for him? You're not even suppose to be talking to me..."
Axel stared directly at Naminé, seeing her hopeful face and eyes, and despised that he somehow had to break her, to tell her the truth that he doesn't return her affections. He didn't even know how deep her feelings for him were, and the last thing he desired was to see her in tears. With a questioning expression, he asked softly and low, "...why me, Naminé?"
Axel saw him scurried off, before he returned to the computer calmly, ignoring Larxene just as she ignored him so easily in the past. He closed the window to ZC's profile, and doubled clicked on the internet, waiting for the next newbie to come in. He didn't feel like going to class, and Saïx was almost here. If he said anything, Axel was just going to tell him he should be paid for doing all this. Willingly, but still... Sensing Larxene's presence still behind him, he remarked boredly, "Doesn't the Class Vice-President have to go to class like the obedient girl she is?"
