Disclaimer-I don't own Kingdom Hearts's or any charater inside the game. I know, I know...it's all very depressing to admit.I dunno about the title, but I am fond of it. However if you can think of a good one, I'll take it into consideration. And I hoped you liked my corny summary..haha. Anway's enjoy the chappie!
Chapter One-I like me some Zombie Lips!
Oh good God in heaven above.
This was going to potentially make three times this week. If Roxas was late again Aerith ,as nice as she looked, would tear his skin from his body and use it as a toy for little kid's to play jump rope with, that was what she had threatened him with anyway.
Really.
He could feel the icy wind shoving against his body as he ran like a madman to the bowling alley, the hellish place where he worked. Why did he work there anyway? Aerith never allowed him to give his friend's any free food, much less even himself. He pondered on this while he vaulted over a child rolling around on the slick sidewalk, screaming about the color purple and how it was an abomination to humankind's eyes. Oh yes, that was right, he worked there be-Wait a child yelling about purple being an abomination, what the hell? Roxas turned around in midair while jumping over a fence, and saw the child shaking his small fist at a purple sign across the street. Oooh-kay, kid's in his town were maniacs. He really didn't see why so many people didn't like the color purple, it was a perfectly normal color, at least it wasn't puke green. Whoever liked that color was themselves an abomination to humankind.
Anyway, the reason he had this job was because his cousin, was very good "friends" with the manager, Aerith, and had gotten him the job easy, with hour's of his choosing and decent pay. So the job was good in those respect's but it was all getting very annoying. The kid's who came there thought it was their sole duty too piss him off by "accidentally" creating disgusting messes that he had to clean up, all of which somehow involved ketchup; that damn condiment from hell was a bitch to clean out of the carpets.
Bastards.
But those thing's were not the point. The point was that if he didn't make it in time he'd get fired, and if he got fired he would not be able to get tickets to go to a concert with Sora and Riku. This concert was going to have Tristram Bevin, Roxas's most favorite band ever. And it was also rumored that the band was going to randomly choose someone from the crowd to sing with them for one song of the person's choosing. He was going to get a ticket to the concert, come hell or high water!
He turned sharply at a corner and ran smack dab into someone. When he looked down to see who he had bowled over in his hastiness, he saw his aforementioned friend Sora laying in the fetal position. He reached down and grabbed Sora by the scruff of his jacket and hoisted him back up to his feet. "Uh..Hey Sora, sorry I kinda tackled you right there, but it's just that I'm gonna be..."
Before Roxas could finish his apology, Sora had leaped closer with cheetah-like speed and grabbed Roxas by the front of his shirt.
"Roxas, please you gotta help me! I need your advice about a way important decision that may well determine the fate of the entire world."
Roxas scrunched his eyebrows together in deep thought, what in the world would Sora need help in deciding that could determine humanity's fate? Maybe whether he should invest in a ray gun large enough to destroy the world? Or maybe whether he should adopt a cannibalistic alien that would devour everyone on the planet.
"Uhh..I don't really have time, but if it's that important, shoot. But before I answer your extremely important question, would you please stop with the chocking thing?"
Sora looked down at his hand's that were clutched in a death grip around Roxas's neck, he sheepishly let go and patted Roxas on the shoulder. "Okay..here goes. Well the other day Riku was talking to me about how I need a stable relationship in my life, besides hanging off my mommy, which has apparently made me become a pansy boy. So then I was like "WTFBBQ?!" and he was all "ROTFLMAO!" and then we made a bet to see if I could do it and..."
Roxas stood with his eyebrows raised where they might never return.
"Hey, hey please no computer talk I have no idea what you are saying when you talk like a human computer man."
Sora grinned, "Oh, yeah forgot you aren't in the know of today's modern language."
Roxas scowled and made continue motions with his hands. "Well anyways, he pretty much told me I need something to look after in order to find life easier lived for the future and stuff. So I was wondering what I should get to take care of?"
Roxas stared at the overenthusiastic grinning boy in disbelief. "How the heck does that determine the fate of the whole world Sora, that's nothing." Sora's left eye twitched when Roxas said this.
"What, you don't believe I could do it either Sora? Don't believe in me?! Everyone needs something to believe in, and I believe that I can do this, so please help me decide what to get."
Roxas rolled his eyes but was overcame by Sora's sad face that reminded him of a baby monkey he had once seen..wait...that was it!
"Sora, you could get a baby monkey, they are really cute, although I bet they are pretty hard to take care of. Think you're up to it though?" Sora seemed to be thinking this over, but secretly he was counting the number of scuff marks on Roxas's shoes. "Huh? Oh, yeah a baby monkey! Some people say they are really human like, so it can't be any different from takin care of myself right? Oh thanks Roxas, you're so smart you always have the solution's to all of my problems! I'll go to the pet store and get one right now, this'll show Riku for sure!"
Roxas watched Sora fly off in a whirlwind of chocolate brown spiky hair and a grin large enough to engulf Africa. After what he heard from Sora, about monkeys being just like humans, he had a feeling this monkey that Sora found was going to have a short life-span. Why did he end up with all the weird people who wanted to be his friends? Sure Riku was okay, but he was insane when it came to Sora and jellybeans, especially the green ones. Well at least they would make the concert that more interesting when they went...OH CRAP! He still had to get to work on time so he could get money for those precious tickets. If he didn't get to work on time he'd...well you know the story.
Roxas was busy thinking which pair of his lucky Care Bear underwear set he would wear to the concert, and didn't notice when he ran out onto the street that there was a red Nova coming his way. The last thing he remembered before it all went black, was someone singing horribly in unison, to some type of devil-chanting music, and then he started to have weird dreams about lemurs laughing hysterically while drowning in a giant bowl of whipped cream...God he was a weird sixteen year old.
Ten minutes earlier-
Axel was not having the most chipper of day's.
First of all, he had almost burnt down his mangy apartment earlier that day. He had been trying to make spaghetti and check himself out in his mirror he had hanging above the stove (What? He liked to watch himself eat) at the same time. He had seen a potential pimple developing, and had immediately leaped into action to pop the little bugger when he slipped on a Gay Today magazine he had left on the floor and fell quite ungracefully into the stove buttons, where his elbow, without meaning to,(Yeah right, freaking appendage from Hell wanted him to die a horrendous death) hit one of the buttons that turned the heat up. It probably would have been fine, had his hair not been a spiky mass that stood about 5 feet above his head. His lovely red locks had caught on fire and he had proceeded to run around like a maniac and caught more things on fire. By the time he had performed the age old elementary trick of stop, drop, and roll; his kitchen had been almost fully on fire. Axel then threw his last remaining sodapop on the fire, which then died out. Okay, so he had maybe exaggerated how big the fire was, but the fucking thing had still made him cranky!
Secondly, in his rush to leave his house, he had forgotten to brush his unruly locks from Hell, so he looked ridiculous. Well, more so than usual anyways, and if anyone made the dire mistake of calling him porcupine today, he would make them wish they had instead spent the day in the deepest fiery pit's of Hell when he was done with them.
Thirdly his best friend, Demyx, had called him a fuckface and thrown a random freaking kitten in his glorious red mane, ( which just made the whole messed up hair from Hell thing that much worse..joy) just because Axel had accidentally broken his friends black blowdryer while "on the job" or so he liked to call it. Demyx told him that impersonating a cop would get him in deep shit, but who was he to listen? He would definitely wait until his friend got a new one, and take it when he wasn't looking
And lastly, his little red Nova had taken at least 45 minutes to start this morning, although he supposed it was winter and would therefore make it more difficult for the old girl to start. But usually she wasn't such a bitch, he guessed all girl's had their day's though.
He tapped his fingers on the freezing cold steering wheel to the beat of the song currently playing on the radio. "Good Jesust, it's colder than fucking shit out here!" He took one hand off the steering wheel to put on another coat over his other two, while he did that he decided he didn't like the slow song he was listening too and took his eyes off the road to change the station. When he heard the song on the radio he gave out a girlish squee that would have made anyone in close proximity to him promptly go deaf. "Ohmihgodnofreakinway, I looove this fucking song!" He cranked up the nob for sound to maximum, and started singing along with the disco song and dancing to his own strange rhythm.
What Axel didn't realize was that his life was about to be changed forever, just because of one of the gayest song's ever known to mankind.
God Bless America.
He looked up just as a boy walked in front of Little Red, but he couldn't exactly stop because the road was so icy. He watched the boy go soaring through the air limp, like some strange contorted mannequin modeling how to look your best while getting ran over by a car. When the boy hit the ground, and didn't move Axel wondered whether he should just make a run for it, he didn't want to go see a icky dead body! But then his conscience told him to think about it more thoroughly, he might be considered a hero if he saved the kid's life...then again he could also be thought of as a murderer if the kid died. Oh well, maybe whoever it happened to be was a hottie, even if he was a squished hottie.
He cautiously got out of his car, as if he expected the victim to somehow jump up unharmed and seek out his blood like a zombie.Wait..a zombie?
He stared at the limp hand's at the side of the kid's body and saw them twitch and heard a groan. What if the kid was a zombie?!
Axel ran back to his car and grabbed a shovel he kept in there for occasions just like this one. He slowly approached the boy he had accidentally hit and poked the back of his head gingerly with his shovel, he carefully turned the boy over with the shovels end and peered down at his face. What he saw was unexpected.
As he looked down upon the angel-like face, he could practically hear his traitorous heart thumping in his throat. The kid had the most peculiar blondish spiky lock's that fell in every which direction, but what Axel was really interested in was the blonde's lips. He got closer to inspect these parted lip's and forgot that this kid could be possibly dieing/a zombie. The kid's lips were a pretty shade of pink, (did he use lipstick or something?) they looked extremely soft, like they were pillows just waiting to be used. He wondered what color of eyes were under his eyelids, maybe a nice shade of brown? He had always preferred guy's with brown eyes, so it wouldn't surprise him if this kid he felt so suddenly attached to had them. But liking a kid who he had just ran over was a new thing, so maybe he would have some different thing's that Axel would have normally never have liked on any one else.
He tenderly stroked the kid's lip and decided then and there that no matter what, he had to get to know this kid a lot better than just letting his car becoming acquainted with him. You just didn't find lip's like these everyday, zombie or not. But when the blond opened his eyes a little bit and groaned, Axel acted on impulse and whacked him over the head with his trusty shovel.
"Oh..Shit."
Well if the kid wasn't dead before, he probably was now.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He paced around the boy's body in circles for a minute thinking what he should do. There was no way he could call the cop's, what the hell would he tell them?! "Yeah, sorry officer I thought he was a zombie, so I killed him with the shovel I just so happened to have in the back of my Nova." Yeah that would work real well, well enough for them to get him a nice comfy padded room in the psycho ward at the Funny Farm.
Maybe he could just smuggle the kid out of the country, they could live a nice life in Mexico or something. Well the kid would be dead he supposed, but at least Axel could still gaze at those lovely lips. Hmmm, maybe they could get a condo and rent a monkey for a week, and they could teach it to fling it's feces at innocent passersby. They could have a sign outside the property that read- "WARNING-GUARD MONKEY THAT FLING'S POO INSIDE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION, AND A GAS MASK."
Axel smiled at the thought, he had always wanted a monkey and now he could share his life-long dream with this dead boy.
God he really was psychotic, thinking about spending time with a potentially dead boy's lips.
He smacked himself on the forehead, but then halted in his actions when he heard another, louder, groan of pain. He smirked, threw his shovel into the back of Little Red, and strode back over to the blond beauty. He squatted down over the boy and waited for him to awake, half hearing that the song that had gotten him into this mess in the first place was still playing in the background, mocking him.
Wooh! I hope you liked this chapter, theres more to come after this though, I'll get the next chappie out A.S.A.P. IF I can get some reveiws that is, I need to make sure people are reading it, and enjoying it before I write anymore. By the way...Do you know what Roxas's fav. bands name means?cookie to first person who gets it! Also I hope you undestood the blow dryer and cop thing. Review please!