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A bit of a visit. [Closed]

Character(s): Axel, Naminé.
Content: Axel pays her a little bit of a visit~
Setting: Haja o Que Houver.
Time: Monday afternoon.
Warnings: None... yet?

So, the Haja o Que Houver, eh? What a mouthful. Ah well, whatever the case, Axel wasted no time in getting there; once she'd given the "okay", he seemed to be there, literally, within minutes, standing in front of the establishment's entrance. Grinning slowly, he shoved his gloved hands (slowly, for his left hand was still sore) into the pockets of his coat, and proceeded to shoulder his way in through the door.

Stepping into the lobby, the stark red-head looked about. Naturally, his striking appearance—the bright bloody hair, and the intense aqua eyes—got him quite a few looks. Not to mention, he was sort of dressed peculiarly. Of course the citizens were beginning to take note of all those men in black coats running around... In addition to that, he had a rather obvious bruise on the corner of his jaw.

Apparently, it didn't phase him the slightest. He strutted right through the area and headed to the restaurant, poking his head in and looking about. Grinning, he spotted just who he was looking for, off somewhere, busying herself with something inane like wiping the tables...

He didn't approach her just yet. Instead, he stepped inside the room and then off to the side, leaning against the wall. Just watching her.

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She didn't know when he would be coming. She figured it would be some time that day, but she never knew with him. Axel had ended the conversation there, stating that he would be coming to her. Naminé was apprehensive. She hadn't seen any of them since she entered the city. Though, with all the horrible things going on in the city as of late, she knew it would only be a matter of time. And it seemed that the time was now.

She sighed, making another dejected wipe across the table with the rag. There was little comfort in her work, as it did nothing to calm her thoughts. She concentrated as hard as she could on getting the one last stain off the table. Maybe if she thought of nothing else but the table, the stain, and the rag, then she would stop thinking. Just. Stop. Thinking.

So great was her concentration to her work that she didn't notice Axel slip off to the side of the room.

Pity. He'd been looking for some sort of flattery in his movements; he wanted her to notice him first. But he observed her quietly and saw how diligently she did her work, and figured she was probably far too lost in thought, far too nervous. He knew better than to think she was doing so good a job by choice. It wasn't that the girl was not a hard worker, but she worked to keep her mind away from the bad things...

Heh, like himself. Finally, he decided to take the initiative, slowly sauntering his way up behind her, reaching a lengthy arm around her and coming to place his gloved hand over hers, stilling it where it was on the table.

"These hands," Axel began, "shouldn't be doing such dirty work." He moved closer, she could probably feel the heat of his body near to hers. "You always had such soft hands, Naminé."

She jumped as she felt a hand on hers. This caused her to fall back a few steps and she felt herself bump into someone behind her. This someone just happened to be the owner of the hand that was touching hers. She didn't turn around to see who it was; she didn't have to.

She removed her hand from his, and clutched the rag she still held to her chest. She didn't have anywhere to run. He was right behind her and inching out of his grasp didn't seem like an option. She blushed as he spoke, his body moving closer. She brought the rag up to her face, having forgotten that just a few minutes ago she had been using it to clean a dirty table. Her face was getting entirely too warm.

"Axel!" she squeaked, her voice muffled through the cloth. She couldn't think very well after that and so said nothing more.

"Don't do that," he chided, reaching up to take her wrist, slowly easing the cloth away from her face. "You'll dirty your face. We couldn't have that, now could we. This place isn't like you at all, Naminé... everything is so rugged and dirty..."

He laughed softly. "How did you happen upon this hotel, much less land a job here, anyway? All of this is so very unlike you. Did you just want a change from what you're used to? I guess if I were you, I would too..." He spoke, mostly, to himself, and it was hard to tell if he was honestly curious or just mocking her timid nature.

She allowed Axel to draw the cloth away from her face, and her arms fell down to her sides. Axel was probably right. While her hair and completion didn't stand out, her pristine, white dress and quiet manner did.

She didn't know how to answer Axel's question. She had been brought to the hotel by Kairi, met Gojyo and Riku... and after everyone had left she hadn't known what to do anymore. She had lost her sense of direction, with no one telling her where to go. Taking on a job in the hotel had seemed like the only option at that moment. But she knew it really wasn't.

She smiled slightly. "That's not it. It just happened," she looked down at the floor, "I guess I'm just a victim of circumstance."

She turned to face him fully and noticed the bruise on his jaw. Her eyes widened, whether in concern or surprise for the fact that he had been hurt. She scrutinized him. "What happened?" she asked, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch his face, before she remembered that this was Axel. She withdrew her hand quickly.

"I suppose you always were," Axel replied. It was rather unfortunate, rather tragic, but Namine was a victim of many, many things. Especially of the Organization. But he wouldn't get into that, at least not now... heh.

He seemed a tad startled when she had reached up to touch the swollen bruise on his face. Since when had she been concerned for him...? Ah, it was no matter. He forced a slow grin and chuckled quietly. As he did so, he pulled out his other hand out from the pocket of his coat, and removed its glove---revealing the discoloured hand concealed within it; his fingers were crooked, skin tore. It seemed someone had smashed it. He looked over the wound a moment, before frowning to himself, and then looking down at her.

"The Superior."

Naminé forced herself not to recoil from the sight of Axel's hand. When Axel spoke that one name, she felt a chill go down her spine. He didn't need to say anthing more. Worrying her own hands selfconsiously, she tried to look anywhere but at Axel. She didn't want to think about what Axel had done to warrent his punishment. Whatever it was, it had probably been what had led Axel to seek her out.

Sighing, for she could delay it no longer, she brought her gaze back to him. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress to prevent her from playing with her hands any longer. "What did you need to talk with me about Axel?" she asked. From the direction the conversation was taking, Naminé thought it best to get straight to the point.

"Ah..."

Axel smiled slowly once again. "Well, you see. We've got a bit of a problem. The harbringer of Darkness himself, Ansem, happens to be in this very city. Well, on the island. Always a man for a dramatic entrance, he sort of destroyed most of the northeastern district. I figured you wouldn't have any trouble... ah, assisting in the reconstruction of it once we're done cleaning up the bodies, hm?"

So Axel's request didn't sound as devious as he had originally seemed to come off as. Could it be Axel just wanted to help the citizens of Paixao...? ...Nah. Namine knew better than that.

Naminé narrowed her eyes at the request. So, his true purpose finally comes out. Then all things that had been happening lately were being caused by Ansem. Did that mean that...? Her eyes widened. "That boy, Riku. That thing inside him, was that Ansem?" She remembered that Kairi had gone off to look for Riku. This wasn't good.

She leaned against a nearby table. "As for rebuilding the district..." What could she say? She didn't have much of a choice in the matter. "Yes. Yes, I can do that."

"So you've had a first hand experience, huh? I met a girl, her name's Kairi, I think... she went looking for him. Pretty stupid, if you ask me. That kid isn't turning out to be good news at all---and heh, well, we don't even know where he is anymore. He's gone beyond the city gates."

After Axel finished talking, he used his good hand to reach into his pocket again. He took out a small folded piece of paper, and handed it to her. "This is what I want. Don't do it all right away, but I guess it'll take you a few days to get it ready, anyway. There's a lot. There is also very specific instructions. Don't mess it up."

"So..." she asked cautiously, "If he's outside the gate, you don't think she has a chance in finding him then?" Naminé just wanted some sort of confirmation that Kairi wasn't going to get herself killed. And her best bet in that regard was to not find Riku at all.

She down looked at the small paper, but did not unfold it. She didn't really want to read it at that moment anyway. Solemnly, she looked back up at him. "I understand. I won't." She made a note to tuck the paper away as soon as possible. It was one thing she couldn't risk losing.

"Hm? Oh. I don't think Kairi is bright enough to get outside of the city. She doesn't even realize what her friend has become. Pity, really," he teased, almost. "Such a pretty girl..." She was safe, though. For now. Axel had a feeling a lot of things were going to change around here soon, and not just the scenery.

Axel looked down at her after that, expression blank. He gave her a slight nod, and spoke, "You know what to do then." A small smile, "I'll see you later. I've got bodies to cremate."

Even with Axel's jab at her friend Naminé felt relieved. She knew that what Axel was saying was the truth. Now if Kairi could just keep herself out of harm's way...

"Alright," she said, running her finger along the crease to make the paper as flat as possible, "Goodbye, Axel." She turned from him to pick up the discarded rag and began to wipe across the table, keeping the folded paper in her other hand, away from her work.

Despite his announcement of his departure, Axel, for whatever reason, lingered for a few moments, just watching her. His head canted to the side slowly, just slightly, and he observed the girl... before his presence was suddenly non-existant; he'd teleported away in a cloud of light and black dust.

She saw Axel teleport away out of the corner of her eyes. She let out a sigh (Was it of relief?) and continued to clean the table, delaying that inevitable time when she would have to open up the note and read her orders.

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