paixaorpg | On the bad end of a bad beginning. [Closed/Completed]

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On the bad end of a bad beginning. [Closed/Completed]

Character(s): Zexion, the Cheshire Cat, Anti X.
Content: Zexion is kind of coming around and trying to escape, the Cat pops in for a chat. While trying to convince the cat to help him get free, Anti X decides to show up. He frees Zexion, makes a big X on the wall, then poofs.. and then Zexion leaves too!
Setting: A ~~kinky~~ room in the Ecos na Catedral.
Time: Sometime Saturday night, while Zexion's alone.
Warnings: Aftereffects of being drugged up, vaguely mentioned bondage, blood, and NEKIDNESS. That's all~

In a way, Zexion was thankful Axel had drugged him. Or, he would have been, if he had a clear head. Then again, if he did have a clear head, he would most likely be shaking with rage right about now. And why wouldn't he be? He was, after all, abandoned in a room (in a whorehouse, no less!), stripped and bound in some sort of disgusting bondage toy. Him, one of the elders of the Organization! He was a person who demanded respect, someone who was used to calling the shots and giving direction... but here he was, trapped and restrained like some sort of common animal, by one of the very same people he supposedly had control over.

What a slap in the face. Literally. Or, rather... a punch, to be exact.

The Nobody heaved a heavy sigh, frowning at the fact that his jaw continued to ache. He hadn't thought much of Axel's parting gift at the time-- hadn't even really felt it, honestly, because he was so lost in the comfortably numb fog of his mind. But, that fog had begun to slowly clear away. That meant one of two things; either Axel had given him a very slight dose of Lumen's blood (he hated to think of what would happen if given more, in that case), or a significant amount of time had passed since he was injected. Whatever the reason, all Zexion knew for sure (or cared about) was that he could now pick up and piece together his scattered thoughts more easily. And his first goal?

Get out of this ridiculous contraption. It was quite uncomfortable, really. His muscles had begun to cramp up long ago, although he had been forced to suffer through the soreness as his awareness gradually trickled back to him. The thing was impossible to sleep in. He had tried quite a few times, so he knew this fact well. Every time, as soon as he had begun to doze off, he would relax and let his head hang, which in turn would cause the collar around his neck to choke him..

Yes, it was time to get out. But how?

Experimentally, Zexion twisted his cuffed wrists this way and that, testing for any signs of weakness in the bonds, or if there was enough free space for him to slip his small hands through. Sadly, all that got him was raw skin, and the clanging sounds of metal against metal only further aggravated the migraine that was threatening to rear its ugly head at any minute. Growling softly, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting and worrying at it as he pondered. Then, out of the blue, he cursed at himself. Evidently, he was still caught up in the stupefying effects of the Lumen blood-- he was painfully aware that it had taken him far too long to reach the most obvious answer. Teleport out.

His desire to kick himself for his delayed realization was abruptly overridden by a feeling of triumph. Oh, yes. Soon, he would be free, and Axel would receive rightful punishment for this! A smirk played at the edge of his lips as he closed his eyes, focusing on first moving himself over to his pile of clothing.... only to have nothing happen. Brushing it off as a fluke, Zexion tried again.. and again, over and over, all to no avail. A few times he managed to catch himself fading, but he instant he thought he was going to be successful, the familiar black mist around him disappeared. Without him.

Though, finally, after dozens of botched attempts, there was progress! Sort of. Zexion ended up laying on his side on the floor, left wrist and ankle still cuffed to their respective bars, but atleast he was.. mostly free. It didn't come without consequence, however. The young Nobody noted, with no lack of unease, that he felt incredibly.. drained. He was also panting for breath, as though he had just finished a mile-long sprint rather than teleported roughly a foot or two, his chest burning with an almost unbearable pain.

Puzzled by these reactions, he decided to let himself rest for a moment as he rolled himself onto his back, letting his free arm stretch out beside him as he waited for his body to calm itself, and also get used to its new range of movement. Exhaling shakily, he turned his head towards his extended arm, taking a moment to study it. It was no longer its usual pale color-- now, it was bathed in an array of colors, as most of the room was. Muted blue, red, yellow, green... all the result of the artificial moonlight pouring in through the enormous stained-glass window. Head tilting far enough back to allow him to peer back at said window, he trailed his gaze over it, even if his view was rather slanted and upside-down from such an angle.

The distraction did atleast answer one more question. It was night time in Paixao. But that didn't answer the plethora of others. Had he really been here that long? When was Axel coming back? Was he coming back? Was he going to be drugged again? Was anyone looking for him? Was Lexaeus looking for him, or had he moved on with the rest of the Organization? Were there locks on the cuffs, or could he undo them by hand now? Why did his clothes have to be so far away..?

Groaning in frustration and exhaustion, Zexion shook his head to clear his mind, deciding that, for now, he would relax. A few short moments of rest wouldn't hurt.. it wouldn't take long, and as soon as he was feeling better, he would free himself the rest of the way, get his clothes on, and then leave. Yes, that was his plan. It would work. It had to work.

With that, Zexion shut his eyes, reminding himself that it was 'Only for a second...'

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It was hard to tell how much time had passed before anything in the room stirred. After following the children out of the jungle the Cat had found himself in a human body again and, deeming it too cold to go without, had located his pants again before heading off, exploring the city curiously, as cats were wont to do. Eventually he'd found himself in the upperclass district which, while containing fewer hidden-away places and falling-down buildings than the Niflheim area, was certainly just as interesting. Especially this particular ruined, burned-down building!

Oh, how the Cat loved to explore.

And exploration led one to very interesting things, most of the time. Things like an unconscious-looking person sprawled on the floor, attached to what looked like a large letter I. His clothes were in a heap in the middle of the room, but that wasn't particularly interesting at the moment.

The Cat disappeared, reappearing in the air above Zexion. He was sitting cross-legged in the air, but he was sitting sideways, his knees facing down towards the floor and his back to the ceiling. His hair fell down around his face, casting him in a rather creepy shadow. With a slight grin, the Cat reached down and poked Zexion in the chest.

One minute. Just one minute of peace, was that too much to ask..?

Apparently so. Then again, he could have possibly been out for an hour or two and not even realized it. He had absolutely no concept of time at the moment, but that wasn't the point. It was the principle of the matter!

The lavender haired man groaned softly, heavy eyelids fluttering before he forced his eyes open fully, leaving him face to face with... something. All he caught was a glimpse of spidery hair and an unfamiliar grin before he gasped, jerking away from the form hovering (wait, hovering..?) over his own. Not that he could get very far, he was still attached to those poles.. ah, well.

Zexion's shock soon melted away, leaving room for disbelief and irritation to settle in its place. "What..." he grumbled, blue eyes narrowing in scrutiny as he eyed the part-feline up and down.

Okay, he had to be hallucinating, right? No living creature could be that thin-- it was nothing but skin and bones! Plus, it was... floating. Granted, some of the people in the city had some strange powers, including himself, but.. well, this one didn't feel quite right. Still. Maybe he could get it to go away, or atleast refrain from touching him again. If it was a figment of his imagination, it had to listen, right?

"Don't poke me."

"Hm? Why not?" The Cat tilted his head, his ears flickering a little. The silver ring caught the moonlight and flashed, just a little. And then he reached down and poked Zexion again, black claw pressing into the skin just a little. It was certainly sharp enough to draw blood, if used the right way.

"Because," the Nobody hissed, his free hand raising to swipe the offending clawed one away. Well, it was rather obvious that his previous high was quickly crashing back down. His usual moodiness was beginning to resurface.

Frowning, Zexion inspected the area that had been poked, his own fingertips brushing lightly over the very faint, temporary dip in the skin caused from the slight pressure applied. Hallucinations weren't physically felt, were they? Perhaps he wasn't seeing things. Why would he, when the drug-like effect was wearing off..? Hm.

Finally, after the hand stilled on his chest and he rested his head back against the floor once more, he provided a more substantial answer. "I am not in the mood to be touched."

"Moods are fickle things, though," said the creature flatly, though not without a light lilt of mocking - or insanity - in his voice. "Who's to say it will not change? You humans fluctuate so wildly; I do not deem your feelings a reliable way of handling you." And he poked Zexion again.

Zexion automatically bristled at the touch, becoming increasingly miffed at both the creature's words and actions. In a roundabout way, they reminded him of a certain individual he would rather not think about at the moment, and frankly, he did not want to deal with it. His chest hurt, his arms hurt, his back hurt, his mouth hurt, his brain hurt, not to mention, his pride was shot and wounded. All he wanted to do was return to the safety (tch, safety.. well, it was better than this, at any rate) of the Organization, and curl up in a hole to hibernate for a while. Or, find the most grisly means of torture possible and 'test' it out on Axel...

Ah, atleast the Cat was good for something. Distraction. Though his head was still swimming, it wasn't as bad, and the quirky sort-of-feline gave him something somewhat stable to focus on. Yes, the annoyance was washing away the confusion quite well.

Perhaps he could make himself even more useful.

The Nobody fixed the other with a warning look, but didn't bother smacking his hand away again. He also chose to ignore that bit about being handled or whatever nonsense that was, instead only scrunching his nose and huffing gently before changing the subject completely. "I wonder. Since you're just floating there, could you give me a hand with this?" He tugged at his bound wrist to indicate what he was referring to. True, he wasn't usually one to ask for help, but.. hah, he was sure he could think up a few excuses for the slip later. His ego was already bruised, another blow wouldn't kill it.

"That depends entirely on what you mean," the Cat said lazily, rolling onto his back and stretching. HIs vertebrae and shoulderblades shifted beneath the skin in a manner that was undoubtedly disconcerting to the blue-haired captive. "Would you like assistance in pulling? Or perhaps you are unsure as to the best method of restraining yourself further?"

Brows furrowing, Zexion watched impatiently as the cat drawled and rolled himself around in the air, only flinching after having a show of oddly tattooed skin stretch and shift over very clearly visible bones. With a scrunch of his nose, he turned his head to the side, eyes momentarily shutting. Something so thin was just.. abnormal, and really not such a pleasant sight. To be honest, he was partially afraid that the cat would twist the wrong way, that his skin would catch on some part of his protruding spine and split right open...

Yes, he would keep his eyes closed for now, thank you very much. Though doing so made him feel sleepy all over again. Maybe he could rest for a few minutes more, the cat wouldn't care-- no! No, no, no.

Groaning, the Nobody forced his eyes open again, but his gaze did not return to the other. He glared half-heartedly at the wall, instead. "No." What was wrong with this animal. Why would he want to be restrained further?! Turned his head towards his cuffed wrist, his free arm sluggishly reaching towards it as though he were pulling it through a strong current of water, before he finally dropped the hand on the crook of his elbow. "No, I do not want you to pull it, either. Undo the cuff," he hissed.

In a sudden interrupting swirl of smog, the shadow hybrid formed and solidified on the bed before the darkness proceeded to then disperse around him like fog; a hand to his mouth as he licked away the dried blood.

Anti X had sensed the presences even before materializing, and had hoped one of them was Axel. However, to his bored and slightly angry dismay, he found himself regarding an abomination of tattooed skin and bones, and a naked... Ah. Finally. A lead.

Stepping down to the floor with cold golden eyes fixed on Zexion, a murderous grin instantly split those boyish lips.

"Where'd Axel go?"

The adrenaline powered excitement of a fantasized bloody death was beginning to return to the sadist merely from the use of that name - especially with the knowledge that he was oh so close now.

Axel would NOT escape Anti this time.

Hm. This wasn't quite Zexion's day, was it? First the meeting, now this... bondage'd and being harassed by an anorexic cat, and now that rabid beast of a boy that had attacked the Superior earlier. Yes, he easily recognized him..

His head turned quickly towards the bed as soon as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a growing sense of dread building and tightening in his chest, wary that when the form solidified it would be Axel. But, no. When it finally did take shape, he almost wished the redhead would have been there instead. His eyes widened slightly, forcing back a swell of fear as he kept a close watch on the shadow while it groomed itself (was that blood..? disgusting, he could smell it-- dried or not) and moved about. The thing bothered him as much as, if not more than, the Superior. But he didn't struggle to get away, for various reasons.

However, his apprehension was momentarily forgotten once VIII's name hit the air. Something in his gaze flashed, and he sneered. "I don't know." If it were possible for Zexion to think even more unfavorably of Anti X, it would have happened now. But in all fairness, how was he to know the hybrid was hunting Axel down in plans to kill him? All he was aware of was that Anti was Axel's attack dog, and honestly, he didn't want to bother with weighing the probability that the boy had turned against him or whatnot.

Sighing angrily, Zexion looked away from both Anti X and the cat, fixing a stormy glare on some unfortunate point on the ceiling. "Probably out gathering more experiments," he snapped out quietly, spitting the words in such a way that one would think they were bitter to the taste.

How ridiculous. Him, reduced to an experiment against his will... unacceptable.

"Experiments? How fascinating." The Cat disappeared, moving to pearch daintily on top of the contraption Zexion was still affixed to. This was turning out to be a delightful evening... he wondered briefly what else he would discover before sunrise.

Though thankful that he didn't have that unsightly bag of bones floating over him, he didn't let it show. After the cat voiced his opinion on the matter, Zexion slowly turned his head towards him with a dull, flat look which clearly showed his displeasure, taking a distant mental note of how strangely the creature was sitting atop the metal bar.

The Nobody said nothing; he let his expression do the speaking for him, as he often did. It was easy to tell that the grim face signified no, it was not fascinating, and he was not amused in the least.

Why did he always seem to attract the insane ones...?

Experiments?

This did not ring well with the creature and he cringed, mind attempting to reel in thoughts and process what they mean.. Experiments, huh. More? Like him?

No. He wasn't of that, was he?

Anti X's tone took on a more bitter octave, ignoring the cat completely to hiss at Zexion. "Where abouts? Outside?"

The monster practically felt himself twitch at the mere possibility that the redhead had gone out of his grasps again, hands shaking in raw rage. This Experiment information only fueled the hate, a fang bared at the man on the floor - ponders of ripping him open very close on the edge of his mind.

"Experiments?" Anti X then chose to finally ask, wavering slightly with the word as his mind began struggling hard with remembering communication.

He was beginning to lose it again.

Zexion inwardly flinched at the hiss, his attention returning to the trembling boy, eyeing him uncertainly. He did not like this. Not one bit. The shadow was far too unstable, it was difficult to determine what he was so angry about... mentions of Axel seemed to have him shaking with fury, but the thing's thought processes were most likely so scattered, it was highly possible he was angry at Zexion for not knowing his keeper's whereabouts..

Whichever reason it might have been, it was not the most important factor at the moment. The Anti was upset. And every instinct in the Nobody's body was screaming at him to get away, escape, before the creature could attack him as it had attacked the Superior.

Alas, there was still the problem of him being cuffed. The freedom of his limbs wouldn't help him much in terms of escape-- he had seen the shadow's speed, after all-- but he would feel marginally better if he weren't lain out on the floor like some sort of human sacrifice. Blue eyes stayed locked onto the seething little monster as he hesitantly reached for his restrained hand, feeling for the clasps or buckles or whatever it was done up with. His movements were slow and careful, as though afraid they would provoke the other into action... which could very well happen.

What an unfavorable situation. Half-tied like some cheap harlot, ogled and teased by a cat, about to be killed by one of Axel's disasters resulting from him trying to play scientist (was he in that category, too, now..?), and he didn't even have his clothes! That just added insult to injury, really.

That train of thought pissed him off, to say the least, thus why his answer of, "I don't know where he is," was spat with a tinge more vehemence than he had originally intended. But, the question did stir a few inquiries of his own. Where had Axel gone? To some other unfortunate person he had chained up against a wall, or something? Maybe he was gathering up the Organization..?

Zexion's lips twitched into a frown, brow creasing slightly as his gaze lowered from blazing gold eyes, taking a brief second or two to think about the possibilities. However, his focus was soon returned to Anti X (who seemed to be losing what little grasp he had on his sanity... oh, how lovely), shaking his head slightly before speaking again. In a calmer, softer tone of voice this time, perhaps attempting to calm the thing down. "He'll be back, sooner or later."

He was almost 100% sure of that, atleast.

The man on the floor was afraid, Anti could see it in his eyes, smell it even. And it excited him.

However, something else was like a shield against that, trying to repress it as links were made in his mind; thought processes like different channels on bad reception, whizzing in and out until there was a steady bandwidth. Soon, enough film had rolled by to have given time to understand that Zexion himself was a captive to Axel - he smelled different after all.

This seemed to enforce the rage as it arose more questions about himself.

"You.. Experiment? A brother?" The shadow being probed, attempting to make sense of things. He was losing coherency and didn't care. The man before him was one of the robed ones, he remembered, a brother to the Moon Demon Man - the one who lent him respect.

Most likely a brother to all the others in the room that Anti X promised not to touch.

Though the promise was not with this one, he found himself feeling like he cared not, and bent forward to eye the bonds closer with a sneer. The creature couldn't care less if Zexion had stayed strapped here and died, but as thoughts accumulated on this, it was easy to conclude that freeing Axel's bitch would most likely piss the wielder of fire off and bring him straight to Anti instead - The shadow hybrid wasn't going to sit around and wait. Good. Good Plan. Let Axel come.

Or better yet...

Regarding Zexion in the eyes, the fiend's face lowered closer and grinned despite the trembling from instability of mind, sharp claws forming in summoned darkness. Perhaps a bloody carved message into soft flesh or a damaged experiment would anger the fire man more than freeing it.

"Do you promise?"

It would all depend on the Answer.

Zexion's hand stilled its work over the cuff, momentarily frozen as the shadow seemingly struggled with itself. He didn't want to agitate it further-- he was not a fighter, after all. He could if he had to, there was no doubt about that, but he preferred to keep that as a last resort. Besides, he was at an unfair advantage. Zexion knew when a situation was hopeless-- he wasn't a complete idiot, like certain others in the Organization. His main strength lay in words and other such things. Things that Anti did not seem to have the best grasp on, rendering them useless..

Though, for what few words the other did use, they piqued Zexion's curiosity. Dull blue eyes were once again fixated on oddly gold ones in a speculative glance, head canting to the side ever so slightly. Experiment.. well, yes, he had a very strong feeling that he now was, as much as he wanted to deny it. But, a brother? "..In a way, I suppose."

Perhaps a simple 'yes' would have been better. Ah, well. Next time, maybe.

His resolved wavered a bit as the hybrid leaned closer. Zexion countered the move by shifting away an inch or two, expression faltering into one that more easily showed his discomfort. And why wouldn't he be unnerved? That grin was horrible, worse than Axel's, and those claws materializing did absolutely nothing to ease his mind. He felt his new half-heart thudding in his chest, but he didn't break eye contact. Probably couldn't have even if he wanted to.

"..Yes." There, a simpler answer than the previous. Hopefully, it was the right one. Being skinned alive was not appealing.

The submissiveness was almost overwhelming, and the creature couldn't help himself - or rather just felt like it, tongue flicking out as he closed the distance and licked the other's jaw.

It was random inexplicable moods like this that could probably make the demonic being actually laugh, victory ghosted out so rich and bright in his sick sick one-track mind. Zexion's fear was attractive, especially when the man was a shadow tactician himself. So much for that, No one controlled Anti X.

With a swipe of the claw, the captive's bound wrist came loose with a click, and another, the foot.

The second prisoner Anti X had freed today. What, was he playing hero on his first day of complete freedom? Haha. Of course not. Everything was done for a reason; He felt like it. He could very well kill them all the same if he felt like it too.

Backing off from Zexion after buttering him up with Saliva, the shadow hybrid was satisfied and stood up proud, grin dominating his face.

"Good."

The Nobody stared up at the approaching figure questioningly, just before the other leaned in and dragged his tongue over his jaw. Zexion cringed, not exactly enjoying the slick trail of warm wetness over the side of his face one bit, or even having his bubble of personal space invaded in the first place, but he was aware that now was not the time to verbally complain. He rather liked his face where it was, not in the bottom of the creature's stomach.

True enough, Anti X was of his own element. Shadow. But that did not mean he would try to control him.. no, not now, not while he was so weak. Because of Anti's origin, Zexion was having mixed feelings about him. On one hand, he felt drawn to the boy, since he could have easily been one of his own creations. But, at the same time, he was wary. Anti X was, basically, an experiment gone wrong. A completely batshit insane experiment gone wrong, but perhaps... that wasn't such a bad thing, for now. He seemed to hold a grudge against Axel, how wonderfully convenient.

A new burst of energy accompanied the clicks that signaled his freedom again, but he waited for Anti to move away before he pushed himself into a sitting position. Zexion eyed the boy for a moment before nodding his head once in his form of gratitude, then glanced over to the quiet cat..

Well, all he had to do now was fetch his clothes... and hell, he had been laying there naked for so long, he figured it wouldn't do any more damage to get up and walk across the room to the pile. Which he did, with relative ease. He was a bit wobbly, yes, but if one had seen him just a couple hours ago and done a comparison, it was obvious he had sobered up quite a bit.

Once his pants were on (and while in the process of tugging on the long black jacket seen on every Organization member), he stole a fleeting glance at the hybrid once more, casually asking, "What do you plan on doing to Axel?"

The spiteful, morbid corner Zexion's brain hoped it was gruesome.

Oh gruesome it was, so full of gore it probably did no human good to even imagine it.

The creature had watched carefully as the other moved to dress, noting the slight height difference - which was nonexistent, they seemed of the same, but the hybrid wasn't about to go up to Zexion and measure for clarity.

The question itself had been interesting, and casually turning back to the wall where Zexion had been trapped to, the creature lunged. In no time, the wall was torn and the bondage mechanism destroyed - the mere look of it pissed Anti off, reminding the creature of his own bonds he'd had been done up in.

When a steady re-materialization of the boy re-appeared 1.5 seconds later, the wall had been marked. A big 'X' symbolizing Anti X had been here. Axel would understand the rest.

"Kill. Everyone. Everything. Him. Kill." The rabid beast finally answered, twisted gaze flashing once of a bright yellow towards Zexion. Let the world of Paixao become red; red in blood, and red in his hate.

He was no experiment, how dare they all.

The savage was trembling again, pure fury blinding all traces of controlled civilization within the animal, leaving nothing but raw instinct; Shadow Drive was consuming him back to black.

"You better run. Axel will be back."

And with that, the creature vanished.

Zexion paused his redressing, hand stilling right in the middle of the process of zipping his jacket up when a sudden loud commotion demanded his attention. Head lifting, all he saw was the mess left after Anti X's little tantrum-- the 'toy' he had been strapped to only moments before left in pieces, and a large X torn or scorched into the wall. He wasn't sure which, exactly, but he didn't bother to play inspector this time.

Nose crinkling up faintly, he dragged the zipper the rest of the way up, pleased by the familiar growl of metal teeth against metal, rolling his shoulders after the welcome weight had settled back in its rightful place once again. The beast's answer also seemed to satisfy him; the corner of his lips twitched upwards, barely enough to be noticeable, before he nodded again. "Good..."

Well, they had a common goal. Sort of. Anti wanted to kill Axel, Zexion wanted to see him suffer... but did not want to get his hands dirty, so why not let the bloodthirsty boy have his fun? As long as none of his own research was tampered with (and as long as he was not threatened with bodily harm), he and the shadow could possibly exist in Paixao together without complications.

The Nobody sighed quietly at the other's warning.. ah, yes. He was well aware the redhead would be returning. Relocating was important. Zexion peered over at the cat, not even batting an eyelash as the Anti disappeared from the corner of his vision.

"As much as I would love to stay and chat with such an... interesting creature such as yourself, I'm afraid I can't." Oh, woe. Zexion quickly pulled his boots on, straightening his posture as soon as that task was finished. He took a brief second to glance himself over and smooth out his jacket, before turning on his heel and making his way to the door, paying the strange feline no more mind.

If the cat chose to follow, then so be it. Either way, Zexion would not lower himself to such a cowardly level as Anti X suggested. There would be no running on his part-- not that he could if he even wanted to, he was still a tad too woozy for that sort of physical exertion. No, he was going to walk out like the dignified man he was, damn it.

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