paixaorpg | Time's running out~! [completed]

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Time's running out~! [completed]

Character(s): Dark Mousy, Zexion.
Content: Dark’s second day in the boiler room. Dark is all angsty.
Setting: ‘Boiler room’ in Savage Garden.
Time: Thursday morning, after Kadaj was taken away.
Warnings: Language, probably.

Time flies like an arrow, doesn‘t it? Keep on moving forward, never pausing, never ending, until it hits an object—whatever it might be—or lacked energy to continue. Sometimes he wondered, being kept in the room for such a long amount of time, if his time would end here, because with all honesty and from the bottom of his heart, he hated everything about this place. The heat, the water, and of course, the bastard that got him in this there—Zexion. But hell, what a life to waste. Dark Mousy wasn’t ready to die yet.

It was a shame, really, that he was caught in such a tight situation. It had only been two days before when he was spirit within a young boy’s body, coming out only when that one boy’s DNA got adjusted. He yearned for light, for freedom. Now he’s got it. So what was left to lose? “…Everything,” he found himself saying out loud to no one in particular. Kadaj was gone shortly before he woke up from his sleep, apparently. He was alone—with Wiz, that is.

Still, what exactly was ‘everything’? He no longer had to steal, to be the Legendary Phantom Thief that everyone talks about… to be a spirit. His life was basically complete, in the most twisted way possible. In the most weird way possible. Should he be complaining?

Dark was laying down flat on his back, using his neglected tank top as a spread. Wiz laid peacefully asleep upon his exposed abdomen… seeming so neutral to their endangered state. Of course, his pet was a tad naïve to understand what exactly was going on. After being poked around by Zexion, Dark was positive that Wiz was starting to like his own enemy. With Wiz being as close to his age as ever (which was around 500), he’d expect him to learn more about the real world. His first magical assistant still remained the innocent mess as it was five hundred years earlier.

Figures.

The former thief shifted himself up to a sitting position, using the bars of his cage to lean on. Wiz rolled slightly from the sudden movement, landing on his thigh with a little thud. Dark eyed his servant with a grim expression and tried to keep it that way as he heard and saw Wiz snore ‘kyuu’s. Well, isn’t that just precious. The bunny’s cuteness could sometimes be almost shocking. He really didn’t realize it that much until now, since he barely had the time to do so as a soul.

All he did for the Niwa family was work, work, and work. Occasionally, he’d find a certain miss to date, but other than that, all he did was steal. He had no time to examine the wings behind his back—he was too busy escaping from the police and all of that good stuff—which this ‘Paixao’ lacks so much of. Was there not any fun here? If there is, where the hell was it?

Obviously not anywhere in here. If this was Zexion’s definition of “fun,” then the kid seriously needs to get laid—with absolutely no sarcasm intended.

Dark gave a breathy huff as he felt a slight increase in temperature, ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. He ran a finger through his damp hair, quite surprised that it went by so smoothly. He kind of expected knots on the mess he called hair from all of that twisting and turning in his (rather uncomfortable) sleep.

His mind then drifted back to the game incident. Even after all of this, he had no idea of what was ahead of him. Absolutely no idea. Perhaps torture, or maybe a violent punishment. But hey, why would he be punished? He really didn’t do anything harmful, did he? Just little teasing nicknames, and tempted the other catch him. Apparently, Zexion took it a step ahead of him. Well, fuck. Scratch that; he took it a leap ahead of Dark.

And so he was caught. Literally caught, and forced into a human sized cage. It was humiliating in one way and overly overwhelming in another.

Now he was waiting. Waiting and waiting, and it has only been about 24 hours worth of delay. And Zexion still hasn’t shown himself, even a little visit. Even if the stranger would come (which by now, Dark doubted), what exactly was Dark waiting for? Death? Possibly. What Zexion had up his sleeves, he did not know. But heh, looks like time’s running out for him. He may live, he may die: but he’d definitely not leave this place the same person he was now. Yet, he continued waiting.

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Heh, Zexion had no idea Dark was so eager to see him. He had been busy, you see, so he hadn't gotten a chance to return to the Garden until now. It wasn't like he had abandoned Dark, anyway-- it had only been a day or two! Surely he was still holding up.. and, if not, then... well, he didn't need such a weak subject.

Finally, the Nobody appeared, head bowed as he walked into the 'boiler room', attention captured by the small journal he held in his hands. His lack of speech was made up by the quiet beeping sounds the device would make each time a button was pushed. Juding by all the beeping it was doing, it was safe to assume he was busy either looking at or typing something quite important.

But, that was no one else's business. Zexion made his way across the room, not bothering to even glance in Dark's direction. He didn't need to. He knew he would still be there... there was no way for him to escape, after all.

Wiz was probably the first one out of the two to realize the beeping from far, far away. In truth, being able to transform into people and wings is just one of his many tricks. Besides that, he could sense a presence from a certain amount of distance, and well, Zexion seemed to have stepped in to the circle. By instinct, the bunny woke up from his sleep, a distressed expression upon his face. This, of course, caught Dark’s attention, but he knew exactly who it was. He didn’t have to look up to know who it was either, you know.

As soon as Wiz realized who was approaching, he calmed down, tilting his head to a side smiling wide. Dark wanted to give the bunny a little flick on his head for his sweetness, but didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The beeping sound continued to peeve him as it grew louder, as Zexion got closer. Well, whatever. Dark was curious of what could possibly so entertaining, and looked up at the mysterious man (to him, anyway). He couldn’t help but smirk as he broke the mild silence. “So, you came,” Dark said rather bluntly. “I was starting to loose faith in you, you know.”

Zexion didn't seem to hear Dark, at first. That, or he simply chose to ignore the violet-haired man for the time being, as that annoying beeping continued on and on. Either it was something extremely important, or he was now doing it to irritate his captive. Maybe a little bit of both..

Eventually, he stopped, snapping the journal shut and slipping it into one of his coat pockets. Lifted his head, gazing over at Dark and Wiz with an arch of his brow. Slowly, he approached, careful not to slip in any of the puddles of water spread along the floor as he flashed them both a deceptively warm and friendly grin. It was strange, really, how innocent he could look at times..

Once close enough, he reached out to grasp hold of one of the bars, but made no move to open the cage. "Did you miss me?" he cooed, addressing them both, but actually looking down at Wiz while he spoke. Poor Dark was getting all the attention sucked away from him with that little rabbit around, it seemed.

One of Dark’s bow arched as the attention again was soaked from him and to his adorable pet. Wiz would probably make a good tourist attraction… thing. He’d probably make millions in one way or another. Woe is Dark, for the lack of attention was slowly killing in the inside. But… heh. Don’t cry over spilled milk, they say. Not that he is crying at all. Just plain pissed. One thing after an other was frustrating him over and over.

These were one of those moments where he had to continue to keep his cool. How did he dealt with situations like this back then? Just smile and be yourself, he remembered. And he played along, putting on an act like never before.

He grinned a bit, scratching his left cheek with his finger, looking slightly thoughtful when memories of that event way back when came across his mind. Sure the legendary phantom thief could act. He has cross dressed before, just to put up a good show for that… brat. Something like this should be easy enough! Which brought him to the next question: why was he so angry?

Oh, yes. The heat. Of course the heat. He couldn’t stand it. That is probably why he was so frustrated. For now, he’ll blame the humidity.

“Oh, I’m sure Wiz missed you a lot,” he said in a sing-song voice. “Hey, Wiz. Why don’t you give the pretty boy a warm welcome back?” His grin grew along with his amusement. Yes, go away stress.

Wiz kyuued happily and leaped on Zexion’s shoulder (whoops, one ability revealed: high jumps) while Dark resisted the urge to smack his forehead. Truth be told, Wiz really didn’t know what to do, and did what he thought Dark was hinting: nuzzle his neck, as he have done so many times before.

“See? He really did missed you!”

Yes, keep your cool, Dark.

Zexion blinked, mildly surprised to have an empty shoulder one second, and then the next having a fuzzy little animal perched there, nuzzling at him. His knee-jerk reaction would have been to hurriedly brush the thing off (sadly, he wasn't used to being touched by strangers-- and, yes, Wiz was definitely still a stranger), but luckily, he was able to avoid that. The only indication of his initial discomfort was a tensing of his muscles, but that soon melted away as he felt soft fur rubbing against his bare neck, and he smirked.

"I can see that," he said, amused by the happy creature's enthusiasm. Zexion turned away from Dark, wandering away from the cage with Wiz in tow. A gloved hand rose as he petted the almost-rabbit a few times before pulling it from his shoulder, cradling it gently in his hands as he looked it over. He raised Wiz to face level, canting his head to the side as he gently rubbed over its fur, quietly speaking to it as one would to a small child, "It's so nice to finally have a cooperative subject.."

What was this? Him trying to get under Dark's skin? ..Mayhaps.

Now, isn’t that just precious. He’d love to see the expression on the Nobody’s face when discovers what the said ‘bunny’ really is. Dark let the grin on plastered upon his features fade to that of a smirk, relaxing himself more on the bars of the cage, even if it was so damned uncomfortable. It’d get better, wouldn’t it? He would love to be anywhere other than this hellhole.

Dark uttered a rather disgruntled ‘tch’ as the other mocked him. Trying to get under Dark’s skin, eh? It may not be a hard thing to do, but hey… one can act pretty well if one could handle that much resistance. That is something the kaitou could definitely do. “Sure, sure,” he mocked, rolling his eyes. “So hey, about our bet.”

He shifted around a little, trying to get as comfortable as he could, which was quite difficult. His eyes twitched a little as he realized how troublesome this all was, and just gave up. “What exactly do you want from me? Apparently, you’re yearning from something else other than myself.” For once, Dark was being serious.

Again, Dark was put on the back burner as the Nobody lavished his bunny companion with attention. Either the Nobody had a horrible weak spot for fluffy animals, or he was just acting out to aggravate Dark even moreso. If the latter, then the question was why? Why get him so irritated and wound up?

When he did turn to face Dark again, Zexion was smirking once more-- one of those knowing expressions that seemed to taunt all who weren't in on the 'secrets'. He idly stroked behind one of Wiz's ears as he gazed calmly at Dark as he tried to make himself comfortable. In the back of his mind, he contemplated taking Dark's journal away... "You should be honored." Well, that's a bit of an odd way to answer his question, but then again, Zexion could be quite odd at times.. "You are now a participant in a very important scientific process." In other words, he was now a lab rat.

And he was going to like it, or else.

Lord have mercy, Zexion’s smirks were kind of creepy, other than the person himself. So first he was a captive, now he was a ‘lab rat’? Well then, that was definitely unfair. “Wait, that’s two requested things already, pretty-boy.” He frowned. “I kinda thought we agreed on one prize only…” Dark trailed off, looking thoughtful as he usually was. But in theory, he didn’t really care.

“So, eh, right. Lab experiment, just put it that way.” He folded his arms behind his head, leaning his head upon it. “What is this lab experiment thing? I don’t remember saying, ‘my body could be part of it too,’” he frowned again, mumbling something about ‘smartass bastard’ under his breath. “And I do believe that something like this should be an honor to me. At all.”

"It is not two requested things," he corrected as he moved back towards Dark's cage, then slowly circled around it, eyeing his form inside. Examining him. Like he did during the game. "I told you, I wanted my prize to be you." Either he was unaware of how wrong that sounded, or he didn't care. Most likely the second. "But, I never said what I wanted you for, you see?"

After a few rounds, he stopped infront of the cage, facing Dark. Wiz was still in his grasp, and he continued to pet him and fawn over him almost like a loving owner would. It was almost shocking to see someone as bitter and snappish as Zexion being so.. gentle with something, but, evidently, it was possible. "Besides." Blue eyes narrowed slightly, signifying that he would not be challenged on this next point. "You are now a captive. You have no choice in the matter, unless I say you do."

His gaze softened as he peered down at Wiz again. Hm. "I suggest you just go along with it." Pet, pet. "I would hate to have to make this more unpleasant than necessary."

Zexion seemed to have multi-personality disorder as well, just like the silver-haired boy back from yesterday. …Not literally, but he seemed to have a side for one person and another. Dark, unfortunately, being the one he displayed the bad side for, while Wiz played the honorary part of Zexion showing his ’good’ side. It was almost frightening, but at the same time, interesting to study the eye for. All Dark needed to do was get used to the lack of attention. In the future, he would find Wiz’s abilities to be quite more useful than needed. …Yes, he was already plotting ahead.

Still, the way Zexion gazed upon him was rather intimidating. Hell, a heck of a lot intimidating. Without much choice, he unfolded the arms behind him and lowered his head, examining the tank top he have taken off earlier because of the heat. Damn, he shouldn’t have remembered that. He ran a hand through his slightly damp hair once again, finding it amusing that it is still smooth after all of this. These are times where he was proud of his hair… but that wasn’t really his concern right now. He should be focused on his enemy!

“Captive,” he repeated, almost too softly. “Fine.” He sighed. “How long do I have to stay here before I get to leave? For the experimental shit. I’d rather be anywhere but in this room right now.” Dark found it surprising at how serious his tone was.

Wiz, by instinct, stopped his laughter and fondness, and remained silent as he finally sensed his master’s distress, but made no move to hop off of Zexion unless commanded to do so.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m, ‘playing along.’” Dark bristled upon saying that, making it seem more bitter than intended.

"Good." Ah, there. Now he didn't seem so intimidating, just placid. Moved forward, close enough to the cage that he could actually reach out and stick an arm through the bars, which he did. He was returning Wiz, gently placing the little bunny back on Dark's thigh. After that, he pulled his arm back, gripping onto one of the metal bars. Apparently, he didn't seem concerned with being this close, even though it was possible for Dark to lash out, if he wanted..

Perhaps he trusted Dark not to pull anything so stupid.

"Aren't you impatient?" he asked coolly with an arch of his brow. "You've only been here a day or so. But.." He paused, idly drumming his fingers against the cage bar. "Soon enough. I've got to take care of a few things first."

Dark eyed the little creature crawling on upon his leg, nesting upon his thigh. Hm? How long would the façade last? Wiz could only resist the energy for so long before his form is broken, and he’d become his… true self, then he would be seriously screwed. He couldn’t risk Wiz’s secret to Zexion, since it’d probably give him weird experimental ideals. …But how could the bunny escape if it was claimed that it was impossible? How troublesome.

In any case, Wiz’s resistant energy was wearing out, he could sense it. That is why he must escape as soon as possible. The only question left is, “how”?

His gaze fell upon the hand that was gripped upon the metal bar, pleasantly surprised at the hidden trust. So, Zexion had a tint of trust from him, now does he? Dark smirked with newfound amusement as he pushed himself up, edging near the metal bar. The thief did considered placing his hand above Zexion’s, but decided not to for dear life. Instead, he inched in his face as close to the other’s as he could without touching the bar. “Soon enough? I never trusted your definition of ‘soon enough,’” he said honestly, but almost like a whisper. Definitely loud enough for the other to hear… he didn’t know about Wiz, though.

“So right, ‘soon enough’. I’ll see you next week, then, maybe?” Dark made no move to return to his original spot… it’s just that it kind of made him wonder if Zexion would feel uncomfortable for him to be this close to him without actually kissing. But hell, the Nobody did dared nipped at his neck (as he vividly remembered), for God’s sake. Something like this shouldn’t bother him, right? Who knew.

Zexion watched as Dark neared, eyeing him with a tinge of wariness. He always did get a bit antsy when those he wasn't familiar with approached. If anything, he preferred making the first move when it came to invading personal space. But, Dark didn't need to be let in on that piece of information. Instead of recoiling (which is what he would have liked to do), he took a step closer, as though recognizing this as some sort of challenge and facing up to it. Couldn't have Dark thinking he could get the best of him, after all.

He kept the hand gripping the bar in place and raised the other, slipping it inside the cage, capturing Dark's chin in his grasp. It wasn't a hard grip-- enough to hold his head in place, sure, but it was still possible for Dark to pull away if he chose. He peered intensely at him, before flashing a small, wry smile. "You make it sound like I've left you here abandoned for weeks." There's an idea! "I'll be back after I finish with a... meeting or two."

A challenge, was it? He didn’t expect the other to be so competitive. Well, it was sort of hinted during the game, but he didn’t quite notice it, since it was such a worthless effort to catch him. But heh, looks like this was more towards the ‘interesting’ types of contests. One of those events where he just couldn’t be happier to participating in. Dark really could be better if really intended. The struggle for dominance in (terms of power) could be rather… entertaining to him. Life was nothing without fun and games, right?

But too bad it ended so soon, as much as he almost enjoyed being ‘touched’ by Zexion. That was twice already, even if it wasn’t as scandalous as the first time. But who cares. Dark lifted his chin along with the hand, smirk never leaving him. No, he didn’t want to pull away. Why? Simply because it would ruin the excitement, of course! He wasn’t ready to risk that, for this is probably all he’ll have as merry memory for the next twenty-four hours or so.

At the intensity of the gaze, he leered right back, showing the other that two could play at this, but never dropped that smirk. It was proof that he was enjoying this, really. “Of course. Try sitting here with me for a day or two, then you’ll notice how time goes by so~ slow in here.”

Dark huffed a little as he continued. “I really don’t remember meetings taking as long as a week… but hey.” That was then Dark did the unexpected: he turned his head slightly to remove his chin from the other’s grasp, using the free hand’s current state of vacancy to hold, and hooked his pinky finger with Zexion’s. “Two days or less. Promise?” He gave the pinky a little tug. “Promise.”

Such things really did proved a little childish side of him… but, heh. It didn’t matter much. He always displayed himself more of a teenager than the five-hundred year old mess that he is. No one needs to know that, anyway, now do they?

He had to admit, having to deal with such a stubborn person was oddly refreshing, when he wasn't overwhelmed by aggrivation. Dark was something new and challenging for him to puzzle over, to taunt and study and break. On the outside, Dark seemed like another bubble-headed fool, but he knew better. Every single defiant little smirk or look that was tossed his way was taken into careful consideration, and he was always reminding himself to watch out for this one, or else he might pull a fast one...

Or maybe Zexion just enjoyed reading into things too much. But, that leer he got? Heh, he couldn't help but feel somewhat amused by that, causing Dark's smirk to be mirrored by one of his own. After his captive complained of time dragging by, something in his smirk seemed to change-- it was suddenly darker, maybe even bitter. "You have no idea," he murmured, shaking his head slightly. Zexion knew all about time going slowly. After all, he had spent his entire existance in a Castle. A never-changing castle, in the middle of nowhere, that erased memories over time.. oddly enough, Dark's cage was eerily similar to that castle. They both served as prisons, and all those trapped inside could do was sit and rot.

But, none of this was said aloud. These were his little secrets. Besides, he didn't have the chance to, anyway. He blinked as Dark's pinky finger curled around his, gaze lowering to their connected hands, then returning to Dark's face with an almost... confused expression. Sometimes, the smallest, most ordinary everyday things threw the Nobody off. His head canted to the side, as a curious puppy's would, before he made a quiet 'hm' sound. It could have been one of agreement, or something else entirely-- only he knew.

He did eventually untangle his finger from Dark's and pull his hand back, though; fingers wriggling a bit as the arm dangled at his side again. "If you behave, I might let you out when I come back."

Perhaps his smirks did have a deeper meaning to it, if Zexion was able to interpret them correctly, since smiles such as so had so many meanings to it… and Dark’s expressions may just be one of the masks, a façade to bottle up his true feelings. But that was almost a given, since there was a constant change in personality in Dark. One minute he was having that bitter theme looming around him and the other minute? He was actually having fun… especially seeing the confused look on the other’s face. It was cute.

Anyway, he took in the ‘hm’ as an agreement, whether it was or was not. It gave him an itty bit of hope… or some pretty reason like that. He did eyed the shaking fingers for a bit, though. Hm, was he embarrassed? Or something like that? He wasn’t really sure. In fact, he had no idea. But it was amusing… then again, Zexion himself was amusing. So it all summed up evenly.

“You make it sound like I’m some sort of pet,” he whined, leaning back to his original spot. “Give me a collar and make me call you ‘master’ too, why don’t you.” Dark idly petted the sleeping bunny on his lap as he continued on. “So~ I guess I’ll see you later then, master,” he mocked, then added: “Don’t forget to bring the collar next time~! I’ll be sure to behave. Besides, I‘m starting to like~ you.”

Zexion's second hand uncurled from the bar of the cage after Dark retreated, recoiling itself as he crossed his arms over his chest. For two people who were supposed to have a clear scientist-subject relationship, they sure were rather casual with each other, weren't they? Zexion was especially easygoing, which was surprising in itself. Though, his calm attitude could possibly be attributed to his habit of toying with his subjects... if he did indeed have that habit.

Dark's whining resulted in a wry smile from Zexion. Give him a collar and make him use 'master'? Now, there was a grand idea-- a dirty one, but he didn't think of it as such. He saw this as an opportunity to rile Dark up further, and seriously batted the idea around in his head, just to get on his prisoner's nerves. "Now that you mention it, that--" ...

All of a sudden, the Nobody's sentance dropped dead, leaving the unfinished thought hanging in the air. Something had startled him enough to strike him silent, though there was nothing that could be seen that would explain his abrupt silence. His brows furrowed as his head turned towards the exit, his breathing slow even though his (physical) heart was racing. He sensed something-- that was one of the unique things about him; whereas all members of the Organization were able to 'feel' Heart signatures, he was the only one who could actually smell the difference between them. He could pinpoint who, exactly, it belonged to, and their physical state... apparently, he had picked up a new scent. One that he didn't like. At all.

He stood there, in open confusion and bewilderment as he tried to sort out the new scent, a slow horror gradually creeping over him as the pieces began to fall into place. "I have to go. Now," he snapped out, immediately turning and hurrying back the way he came. It was all he could do to keep himself from full-out running.

He wasn't sure what was going on, but he obviously understood enough to become frazzled.

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