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:
Happy Valentine's Day
Now go get shot with an arrow.
Now go get shot with an arrow.
I.
"This is ridiculous."
"I think you look great, Vexen!"
"That does not make this any more ridiculous. What reason do I even have for this? Nobodies don't celebrate holidays, especially not this one."
"But... Lucrecia does."
"...Ugh, damn that unbelievable woman."
"Hee hee, at least you have a mask to protect your identity! Violet said they work great for her family."
"Quite. But did it have to be so... extravagant?"
"Well, you might go somewhere special... Do you want some roses to take to her?"
"I'll pass."
"Right... Eleven... A-Anyway, you should go now! It's officially Valentine's Day!"
"Please don't remind me, I'll get enough of it out there. Don't let that miscreant Axel get you into anything ridiculous."
"I'll be okay, Vexen. Have fun!"
"Doubtful. Oh, and if you could take care of one last thing..."
II.
The apartment door opens, and a fuzzy-headed Axel rubs at his eyes before looking down a bit lower than he was expecting. Standing on his doorstep is a nervously smiling Xion, her arms full of a large bouquet. The flowers within are a soft white, although the centers have sunbursts of pale blue stretching out towards the edges. "Good morning, Axel," she smiles, peering beneath her bangs. "Is Amber still sleeping?"
Leaning against the doorway, he grins. "Out like a light. So, getting a head start on the day, Xion?"
She blushes. "Um, kind of?" she offers hesitantly. Wrapping papers rustles in her hands. "I'm actually here to see Amber's Demyx muse. Could... you go get him?"
A pause. Awkward silence.
Ten minutes later, and a nervous Demyx is being dragged down the apartment stairs by Xion's free hand, one of his own running through his messy hair. The sitarist is barely dressed for the scattering of snow outside between the telepathic connection paths. "Axel's going to kill me," he moans. "Why did James have to send you out for a new pairing today of all days?" Behind white petals, Xion just smiles as they turn to go down to the next landing. Demyx promptly shuts up.
Waiting at the bottom is an impatient Vexen. "It shouldn't take that long to go down a flight of stairs," the scientist mutters as they reach the bottom, and takes Demyx's hand away from Xion. "Come on, let's get this over with." Before a protest can be made, he's dragging him out of the apartment complex, leaving Xion behind.
"But- Lucrecia!"
"My replica is taking care of that."
"...What."
"Tch. My replica, Demyx, I constructed one to get over this whole accursed holiday."
"...Is that really a good-"
"And it's really just a different part of me separated. It contains around half my academic knowledge, and I possess the other half. We have to return to one being if we don't want to waste the rest of our life relearning biotechnology or intricate magicks. Also, you had better appreciate those flowers." He glares over his shoulder, bags under his eyes obvious. "I spent ages genetically modifying water lilies."
Demyx blinks, then gives a little grin. "All that for me?"
Vexen glares ahead, eyes narrowed and one of his feet giving a little double tap midstep. "I have no idea what possessed me."
III.
The next time it's Roxas who opens the door, and Xion instantly drags him into a hug, tucking a Hershey's kiss into the wild mess that is his hair. "Happy Valentine's Day!" she chirps, plastering a kiss to his cheek and giving a flailing gesture for Axel to come join them.
IV.
The belt is dragged off agonizingly slowly, grinding off of his hips and tugging at the zipper of his black pants. Tony watches intently, one hand wrapped around cheap plastic, and Zexion just smiles slow and perfectly dark, white teeth peering predatory from behind lips. He wraps leather around his knuckles, teasing the Super with silent promises and 'what if's. Eventually, the belt drops to the floor, metal thumping against carpet. Fingers catch on the top of his pants, tugging for a moment before moving past, down his legs...
Zexion picks up his video game controller again. "Round three?" he teases, missing not only his belt but his black coat as well.
Tony breathes out, air flowing up and pushing his bangs out of his face. His own jacket is tossed somewhere to the side. "Round three," he agrees, picking Taki again as Zexion curiously moves to Valdo.
There has never been a bigger reason to win in a video game.
V.
In a certain little inbetween realm, away from the snowy mansions and towers and apartments, Aeleus closes his eyes and smiles, the soft scent of flowers laying over him and her. For at least one day, the two of them can relax and remember pleasant mornings of laughter and embraces. Besides him, Aerith listens to a nostalgic heartbeat, smiling softly.
VI.
"Let's give it a mohawk."
"What?" Jackie laughs, lighter than air as he and Jenny stand back to inspect their snowman. She just winks at him.
"Hey, pine needles make for great mohawks!" Tapping her lip ring in thought, Jenny places one hand on her hip. Light reflects off of a snowman's icicle nose. "Hey, remember that time back in the orphanage and there was that huge snow storm?"
"'Course I do. Kinda hard to forget the stunt Rickie pulled me into." The hitman's lips quirk in a smile. "Man, I sting just thinking about how pissed Sister Joanna was when she saw the kitchen... All that ice..."
"She nearly murdered you!" Laughter flows from the both of them. "But I was thinking of that huge snow castle everyone tried to make. Then some of you guys built this tiny little fort and kept trying to sabotage us..."
"Hey, we were kids! What did you expect?"
"Nothing." Jenny grins slyly as she walks up to Jackie, standing on the tips of her toes, boots sinking into snow. "But I just remembered..."
SPLAT.
"I never got back at you for dumping a handful of snow down the back of my sweater." Giggling, she quickly bounds away while Jackie blinks in confusion from a face full of snow. Shaking his head wildly, he grins and gives chase, eventually dragging the woman down into the snow. High on happiness, he reaches down and she reaches up, sharing a kiss.
VII.
"Mmmm..." Amidst heavy blankets and soft sheets, Anila manages to open one eye. Someone is tracing calligraphy on her shoulder blades, painting elegant dragons down her spine. Smiling, she rolls over to face her husband. In the gloom of their room, his red eyes catch what little light there is like a cat, shining, although his face is as calm and soft as always. Anila let's her fingers draw a waterfall upon one of his cheeks.
"Wo ie ni, Fei."
VIII.
The fragile cubes glow faint lavender-petals-heart-glow purple-pink in her dark hands as she constructs them with the best of care. Where her knowing fingers touch, soft rose color flourishes. Pink is a dangerous color in more ways than one, for all that it represents, no matter how good or bad. It tells so much...
But she needs it for only one purpose, one message.
The finished ones, the ones she has felt every inch, every centimeter of, float in the gloom of her quarters. Their glow casts her not in gray nor dark purple, but soft red as she works. Finally, the last one is finished, transparent like its kin, and the seer stands up. The cubes follow her obediently, through hallways and out into the snow. Orders are given, and they glide over white, a pattern strictly embedded in their very existence so that they may arrange themselves into the proper shape before a certain apartment, two curves and one sharp point.
At the gates of the Headmansion, Hala hides her hands within her sleeves once more, not showing the world her awkwardness as her fingers twist at each other. She is not knowledgeable in this business of courtship like the others, but she hopes this a suitable gift nonetheless.
IX.
Confidence is not exactly something Daisy lacks. Its in her fingers as she curls eyelashes, in her feet as she taps fashionable purple boots in a half-remembered rhythm. She smiles at herself in the mirror and straightens out her coat, posing for a moment.
She and Donald are going to have the best time of their lives today. At least, they better, or someone's roasted.
X.
"...Do I even want to know, Dodge?"
"What, you act like you've never seen a bouquet before."
"Heh, honey, that's not a bouquet, that's a cardboard box full of legally questionably acquired flowers."
"Psh, same thing."
"Well, it has its own... flair."
"Be straight with me, Rita. They nice?"
"Well, if you tilt your head and squint-"
"Fine, fine, since seriousness is obviously a trait you have not picked up from your boyfriend-"
"Oh, shush. They're fine, Dodge. They really do have a certain charm. Good luck with Lady."
"Good luck's my middle name."
XI.
"Failure." Bitterly, Fuu glares down at the dozens of maimed excuses for paper flowers that are scattered about the table. Why is this so hard? She's helped her parents create more complex dishes in the Jade Coast's kitchen, yet she can't do simple origami. Simply buying them from someone else would be extremely cheap, and if nothing else, Fuu has her damned dignity. Finally, with a snort, she stands up and grabs her scarf.
To hell with the flowers. She'll just storm Amber's apartment for Luxord, steal Naminé away from him, and take her somewhere great. Isn't Valentine's just about spending time with each other anyway? And if she's lucky, the perfect present might rear its head...
XII.
Large claws cause the wood of the Ohohsee Boardswalk to creak as Beast shifts awkwardly upon seeing yet another handsome couple cuddle together on a bench. He doesn't fit here, with fur and tense muscles and large fangs. Belle doesn't seem to particularly notice or care, her own dainty hand gently holding onto one of his sharp claws. "Isn't this a lovely holiday?" she asks over her shoulder, brown eyes warm in the morning sunlight despite the coldness of the air. "A day devoted to unconditional love."
"I suppose," Beast grunts, glancing to the side for a moment in an attempt to hide his shame. "Are.. you certain you want to be seen with-?"
Before he can finish his question, Belle twists around, still holding onto his paw as she smiles and stands on her tippy toes to poke his nose. "Unconditional, Adam," she reminds him softly. After a moment, he smiles back.
XIII.
Snowball after snowball splats against the apartment window, and after a while, a groggy silver haired teenager finally opens it and sticks his head out. Down on the ground floor, Kairi beams. "Wake up, lazy bones!" she calls teasingly. "We have to go to Ana's place and pick up Sora! This is the one day nothing bad'll happen, so let's go!"
XIV.
James' forehead smacks against the window. "Chocolate," the satyr groans, tail swishing along the ground behind him. "My kingdom for chocolate. Goddammit."
