Genre: Musical! Drama
Ships?: Hinted Axel/Xion, Bobby/Hala, and Axel/Larxene
→Familyships?: Roxas&Xion
→Friendships?: Axel&Roxas&Xion, Axel&Bobby
Characters: Xion, Axel, Roxas, Larxene, Bobby (OC)
→Mentions: Various extras, a genderbent Zexion, Hala (OC), Repoman!Lexaeus or Vexen, Xemnas
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: If you haven't watched Repo, then yes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Repo! The Genetic Opera, or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Music: Zydrate Anatomy from Repo! The Genetic Opera
Notes: Again with the Repo crossover/AU... What can I say? I went through a phase.
Zydrate Anatomy
"Ow!"
"Are you okay?" Immediately, Roxas stops, looking over his shoulder at his darker haired sibling. They may be on a time limit, having to get home before their dad, but she's practically all he has.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she assures him, bracing herself against a dirty alley wall while she rubs an ankle. "It's just these stupid shoes. If I'd know we were going to be exploring, I would have worn my boots." Quickly, she gets over it and trots over to Roxas. As their hands link, the siblings look ahead, towards the mouth of the alleyway. There, their guide and savior from their tricky situation awaits, not at all out of place in these back streets. Axel the graverobber just smiles, cat eyes shining in the dark. Roxas grips Xion's hand tighter, protectively, as she asks, "Do you think we can trust him?"
"Probably not," Roxas replies as they exit the little alley and enter the back street. "But-"
"Hey!" The siblings jump at the female voice. Their eyes are drawn to a woman dressed in purple and silver, with liberty spikes to match. Her eyes are a beautifully bright kind of amber, and pop out in the gloom. She slides up to them, footsteps soundless as she smiles. "New customers, Axel?" Adjusting the purple scarf wound around her neck, the woman leans over Roxas and Xion. "How many times you two been cut up?"
"Um, not at all," Xion answers, while Roxas just glares at Axel. Why did they have to get involved with a drug dealer?
The woman just smirks. "I got my first taste at 14, and I'm still going."
A snort interrupts her, and the siblings look over to Axel. The redhead is rolling his eyes. "Please," he says with a smirk, searching the pockets of his worn, billowing trench coat. That's right when Roxas and Xion notice it's not just the four of them in this grimy street. There are dozens of people, lounging on fire escapes, slumped on doorsteps, and leaning against walls. Their eyes are all focused on Axel, who pretends their gazes don't exist. "You use GeneCo just because you like that one Gentern with the silver hair, Bobby."
With her boots clicking on the pavement, Bobby strides over to him. "Not a crime, last I checked. Unlike what you do," she says back, circling him.
His smirk just grows a little bigger, and finally, he looks around him. Axel's eyes glance over the addicts before flickering in Roxas and Xion's direction. It only lasts a moment, and in no time at all, Axel is looking back at his 'audience'. "Drug market," he says slowly, as if savoring the word. "Sub market." Eyes narrow in amusement as he rolls his head back to look at Bobby. "Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in," he confesses as she circles around him again. Smoothly, he wraps his hand around her waist and draws her closer. "Blood market..." The same hand follows her as she kneels at his feet. "Love market," he adds in a deeper tone, and seems pleased when Xion shivers slightly. "Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all!" His voice abruptly changes into a lighter, more teasing tone as he whips out something from one of his many pockets. "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial!"
"A little glass vial?" Roxas echoes while Xion squints her eyes to get a better look at the glowing liquid inside the glass.
"A little glass vial!" a chorus of addicts practically shouts back, more than a few slinking over to cling to Axel. As they run their hands over his clothes, the siblings shrink back. The situation is easy to understand; Axel may be handsome, but the real reason he's so desirable is because of that drug.
"And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery," Axel explains, amused as the addicts watch his every move, from the twirl of the vial between his fingers to the revealing of his little gun. The only one who appears immune is Bobby; while the other various people pant in anticipation, she only clickers her tongue as the vial is inserted. "And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against yoru anatomy.." Deceivingly gently, he cups the face of a woman with bobbed purple hair and a mismatched eye of black. Oh-so carefully, he presses the muzzles against the joint between her neck and shoulders. "And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery!"
The woman's body arches and stiffens before she slumps to the ground. All around her, the others hiss in delight. "Surgery!"
Roxas and Xion share wide-eyed gazes with one another. Almost unsure of what they're to do now, they edge closer. As they return their attention to Axel, he's right in the middle of giving a doze of Zydrate to another addict, all while Bobby lazily leans on one of his shoulders. Suddenly, he tilts his head to the side, listening for something. The sound reaches Xion and Roxas' ears a moment later: the sharp click of high heels on concrete.
A tall gorgeous woman with short slicked back blonde hair is striding down the street, confident and powerful. Unlike the others around her, the clothes she wears are new and slick, although every bit as revealing. Venom green eyes shine in the light even when her expression is that of mocking exasperation. Shyly, Xion edges closer to Roxas, and he in turn wraps his arm protectively around her. They remember her... From the meeting with Blind Zex. She'd been one of those people who everyone had been bowing and scraping to.
"Graverobber," she calls, voice low and sultry. "Graverobber." A light smirk appears on her face as she shakes her head from side to side. "Sometimes I Wonder why I even bother." Axel grins at that as he straightens and shrugs off Bobby's hand. As the blonde walks towards him, he backs away, letting himself back near a wall. "Graverobber... Graverobber..." The smirk on her face turns positively deadly as she grabs a hold of the front of his shirt. "Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all!? Without a second's hesitation, she slams him against the wall; there's a crack, and Xion gasps. The siblings take a step forward, but there's no need. Baring his teeth in a feral smile, he grabs her by the hips and reverses their position.
"And Larxene Sweet is addicted to the knife," he says chattily, even when she idly traces a small wound on the back of his head."
"Addicted to the knife?" the two siblings ask in echo.
"Addicted to the knife!" Bobby laughs, leaning against a wall nearby.
"Adn addicted to the knife," he drawls, sliping his finger up Larxene's side, "she needs a little help with the agony."
"Agony," Roxas whispers uneasily.
With a lazy kind of grace, Axel backs off and twists around to face the rest of the street. Another pocket is opened, and yet another vial is to shine in Axel's fingers. "And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against her anatomy!" he calls to the street. With a sly grin, he unholsters his gun once again, right as Larxene strides past him with a seductive look. "And when the gun goes off, Miss Sweet is ready for surgery."
"Surgery!" the group of addicts hiss as they gather around Axel and Larxene, who are at a doorway now. She's pressed herself against the door, smiling and stretching luxuriously.
"Graverobber... Graverober," she hums, "Sometimes I wonder why I need you at all..." As Axel kneels in front of her, she threads her fingers through his hair once again. Xion and Roxas can't help but be drawn into the crowd, watching as Axel presses his gun against Larxene's offered inner thigh. There's a spark, like promised, and she throws her head back in bliss.
"It's clean, it's clear, it's pure," voice whispers into Roxas and Xion's ears. The perk jerk in shock, but when they look around, they cannot find who among the crowd are the culprits.
"It's what?" Roxas asks, still looking around.
"It's rare," someone moans, and a hand is place gently on Xion's shoulder. She jumps in surprise, and when she turns her head, she's face to face with Axel.
"It takes you there," he murmurs, hot breath gusting over her face.
Even as she feels her cheeks heat up, Xion has to ask in confusion, "It what?"
"It takes you(me) there," Axel repeats in unison with Larxene, drawing his finger down Xion's jawline. Roxas instantly makes his presence remembered as he tugs his sister back, glaring at Axel.
"A little jump!" a stranger in the crowd sighs.
"Before the cut," Axel adds with a teasing grin as he backs away.
"Why agonize?" another voice softly queries while Larxene's voice sighs in ecstasy, "I can't feel nothin' at all..."
"'Cause surgery," Axel says, causing Roxas to prompt him with an echo.
"'Cause surgery?"
"Is what she needs," the redhead adds.
"Is what I need?" Xion repeats quietly, unsurely. On the doorstep, Larxene has slid down, eyes closed, lips smiling.
"It's what I need..."
"To change inside," Axel finishes.
"To change inside..." Roxas and X?ion say it together silently, still holding one anothers hand so that their free one can reach up over their hearts.
"To feel alive!" is suddenly yelled as Larxene pulls herself up only to fall back against the door. The woman still appears to be in perfect bliss, the drug's effects going on strong. The same can be said for the other addicts who lie either in the arms of their 'friends' or on the ground, dreaming that special dream. Roxas and Xion huddle closer, hesitant. They're just a couple of kids who've been stuck in the same house year after year, after all. This is way outside their comfort zone. Gently, Roxas squeezes Xion's hand to get her attention. It takes a lot of skill to communicate without saying a word, but they've been with each other since birth. A single look is all they need to come to an agreement; when they agreed to follow Axel out of that tent, they didn't sign up for this. Carefully, the duo backs away, keeping an eye on the others around them.
Suddenly- whistling. Xion perks up at the tune, and despite her brother's misgivings, she stops to look over at Axel. The redhead is one of the few people not high out of his gourd, standing casually on his own in the middle of the street with his hands in his pockets. "Hey!" He pauses in his song, an eyebrow raised as he turns to the siblings. The bright smile on Xion's face catches him offguard, and both his eyebrows rise in surprise. Still smiling, Xion points out, "That's Zexian's song." Hesitantly, Axel smiles back, the lights casting an odd glow on his face.
"WHO DID THAT?"
They all jolt at the enraged snarl, and the siblings step back as they catch a glance at Larxene's face. The woman is pure fury as she stands on her feet, fists clenched. While Xion is noting how her face is definitely not beautiful now, Roxas is realizing how the rest of the crowd has moved away, and is now pointing at them. The coherent ones are, anyway.
Zydrate addicts, Roxas thinks right then, are douchebags.
With nowhere to really go, Roxas and Xion can only stand there as Larxene walks to them, each step slow but punctuated by the snap of high heels that sound like knives. Once she's close enough, Larxene sneers to Xion, "So you think you got heart?" Her vicious gaze snaps to Roxas. "So you think you got balls?" She draws herself up tall, hands on her hips and venom in her voice even as she mocks, "So you think Zex can sing?"
Hesitantly, Xion replies, "I don't think nothin' at all..."
As if she had never spoken, Larxene just snarls, circling them like a predator, "So you think Zex has pipes! Well it's my turn to shine!" The look of complete rage vanishes from her as she backs away from the siblings. Perhaps the sadistic smile which replaces it is worse. "When the Repoman strikes!"
"What are you talking about?" Roxas snaps. Can't anyone around here speak straight?
Slowly, the sadism slips away. Smug is Larxene's smile as she snags a magazine from some other addict. There's a crisp snap as she hands it to the siblings. Bewildered, Roxas and Xion glance at each other from the corner of their eyes before they begin to flip through the mag. Finally, a full page picture of Zexian catches their eyes, accompanied by an article. Quickly, they skim through it, only to be disturbed as a person wraps his arms around the two of them. Leaning between them, Axel grins toothily. "Zex's contract's got some mighty fine print," he points out, inadvertently bringing Xion closer to him as he jabs his finger towards a particular line.
"Some mighty fine print?" Roxas asks, even as he's stomping on Axel's foot.
"Some mighty fine print," Bobby confirms in a snicker.
Gritting his teeth together, Axel gets his vengeance by pinching Roxas' side. While the short blond makes some sort of garbled noise, Axel continues. "And that mighty fine print puts Zex in a mighty fine pre-dic-a-ment. IF Zex up and splits, her eyes are forfeit and-"
"If GeneCo and Xemnas so will it," Xion reads on quietly as Axel is cut off by a punch to the stomach, "then a Repoman will come and she'll pay for that surgery."
"Surgery," Bobby hisses with a shake of her head. Before anything else can be said or done, sirens are suddenly going off. The siblings look around in shock as the crowd disperses wildly, the air full of screaming. For a brief second, they see a shine of black body armor, but then Axel has them by the hands and they're running, all of them, as fast as they can. The graverobber is cursing vividly under his breath, although he's still wearing that large smile on his face. Roxas can swear his arm is about to pop out with how hard Axel is dragging them and all the twists and turns. When the sirens are far enough behind them, Axel finally lets go. Both twins are red in the face, sweat dribbling down the sides of their necks as they trail behind the redhead. He's ahead of them, bursting out into a wider street before he suddenly scrambles back. IF he had the breath for it, Roxas would laugh at the look on his face, but all he can do is wheeze as Axel presses him and Xion against a wall. Out on the street, a garbage truck rumbles by, its rear exposed. Beaming at the sight, Axel quickly follows it, gesturing for them to do the same.
It's either hitch a ride in a dump truck, or get jailed by GeneCo goons. Since the latter would definitely mean dad finding out about their late night excursions, guess which Roxas and Xion choose?
"This night is really starting to suck!" Roxas groans before the two siblings dash after the vehicle. Axel has already leap inside like he's done this a thousand times before, and is lounging among the heaps of trash with a lazy smile. Determined not to lose to the graverobber, Roxas grits his teeth and speeds up. With a leap, he manages to get a hold on the handle and tumbles into the back. Triumphant, he pushes himself up onto his hands.
Axel just coughs. "Hey, kid."
"It's Roxas."
"Kind of ditched your sister."
Oh ********] Panicked and forgetting his exhaustion, Roxas shoots up. Xion is just right behind the truck, her fingers brushing against it. She keeps tripping; those stupid shoes, Roxas realizes. Panicking, he turns around, but Axel is already on it. A long lanky arm reaches over and grabs a hold of Xion's. With a grunt, Axel digs his feet into the garbage around them and lifts the girl into the car with them. The effort makes him fall backwards onto Roxas, and there's some momentary confusion as the blond wiggles out. Being used as a cushion can be laughed at, 'tho, when he spots just exactly where Xion is: right on top of Axel, slightly dazed, and the graverobber's arm around her waist. Roxas' eyebrow twitches.
"Get your hands off my sister before I personally castrate you."
