#too bad vessel stands in front of him the entire time lol

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter Nine: Group Therapy

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: A familiar drink brings back steamy memories for Shane (by popular demand), a ghost from the past picks a fight with the present, and the future hangs in the balance for our heroes.

Behind on the drama? It’s cool. I gotchu.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings:  Language, mature themes, violence, smut, alcohol consumption, more feels than you can shake a stick at.

Author’s Note: Guys. Listen guys. I know this chapter is a tad late…not that I have deadlines, I just know y’all want more sooner than I can always get it to you. It’s also, though, a bit longer than most of the previous installments have been. I hope you guys enjoy it. I think it’s my favorite chapter so far…I definitely cried the most writing it…you’ll see why…I’m not sorry. Initially, for some reason, it was hard to stay focused. (I blame my own emotions and feelings clouding my ambitions. Can’t let that happen anymore. Even though the same factors apply. I’ve gotta keep my head in it!) I’m actually pretty sad that there won’t be very much more of this story…they’ve been such good friends to me. I may just have to find a way to keep them going in follow-up drabbles. I don’t know. But I’m open to suggestions.

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It wasn’t top on Shane’s list of things she wanted to do tonight, but it had been ages since she’d gone out with her friends. It wasn’t totally because she’d been seeing Sy. But more recently, he had become the most prevalent reason she ended up bowing out. Because she had plans with him, or she needed to do things that she hadn’t gotten or wouldn’t get done because of plans with him unless she skipped out. They were bad excuses, but those of an introvert weren’t usually top-shelf, anyway.

It was Heather, the other secretary Marsha and her husband Alec, some of her fellow PTs Cory and Juan, and both OTs, Olivia and Miranda there at Cade’s that night. And Shane and Sy, of course. They were sitting at two tables close together, and after dinner, the guys got up to play darts while the ladies ordered a round of shots.

Heather both requested and paid for the tray of tiny glasses full of dark liquor. Shane knew the aroma all too well. Those were full of Jack Daniels. And she got tingly just thinking about the spirit, especially now.

“Let’s drink the first round to Shane.” She passed them around and held one up. “For landing captain sexy pants over there, and for being happier than I’ve seen her in actual years.” Heather clinked to the middled with the other girls as they completed the toast with cheery responses of “to Shane!” With intermittent whoops and cat-calls. She felt funny saluting herself, so she said nothing, silently dedicating her own drink to the guy she wasn’t expecting, wasn’t even asking for, but who’d been gifted to her, by God Himself, it seemed. Whoever or whatever or why ever, she was grateful for him.

She downed the full measure of whiskey, feeling the familiar pleasant burn down her throat and reminisced about the last time she’d had the drink.

~~~~~~

“No you’re cheating!” She slurred at Sy’s kitchen table.

“Not how I see it!” He smirked, that crooked grin mixing with the alcohol in her already impaired system making a heady and dangerous concoction.

“You’re delib’rately using my PT career against me!” They we’re playing “Never Have I Ever.” And he’d just used “never have I ever measured somebody up with a big protractor.”

“Hey, you’ve been trying to get me with ‘never have I army this, and never have I army that.’ And you just can’t and now you’re mad about it.”

“Ugh, I’m not mad, I just…don’t like cheating okay. Fair play. I’m a Hufflepuff, through and through!”

“As a Gryffindor, I resent your implication against my honor! And I say, drink twice.” They’d run out of mixer, and were down to the straight liquor. She was fine with it. She loved the sweet, oaky burn of Number 7 as she held small swallows on her tongue. Relished the burn of it on the tender skin of her lips like a rough kiss. She took two shots at his insistence.

“Never have I ever…fired a gun!” And they both drank because she had chosen a “never” that she “had ever” on purpose. She liked feeling this way with Sy. She liked being able to abandon her control and feel safe in so doing. Knowing that he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. Including herself.

His eyes began to glimmer in a way that she could always tell meant he was thinking something particularly salacious. Which typically meant something good was about to happen.

“Never have I ever…fooled around in a kitchen.” He waited a beat, then slowly stood, taking a long stride to stand directly in front of Shane, towering over her as she sat limp from drinking and more than ready for whatever he was planning. The kiss he gave her was almost instantly hungry, devouring, consuming. A wild fire that would spread throughout the forest of her. He pulled a stool out from under the table near her, barely having to break the contact and sat down in front of her on it. She leaned into him now, the boneless feeling now overtaken by her craving for him. She tugged at his casual blue tank top that stunned her because of the way it matched his eyes so well. She needed him closer. His hands rested on her thighs, mostly bare in the shorts she'd chosen for tonight, simply for their comfort, and not because they provided any sort of easy access. Not on a conscious level, anyway, she told herself.

His grip was tightening but the pain of the pressure didn't matter. His thumbs and fingers were rupturing tiny blood vessels and she registered the pain and the fact that she would have bruises in the shape of his claiming grip but all that really mattered was that he was there. Near. Present. And touching her.  

His hands moved, sliding up her legs, their trajectory shifting inward, their aim to open her up to him.

She was nothing short of willing.

He reached down to the seat between her legs and pulled her closer to him. Yes, she thought. He's too far away. Even though she could smell the whiskey on his breath even as she tasted it, still sweet on her own tongue. He laid a gentle hand on her left cheek, an almost chaste gesture, that snaked into something entirely different as it descended, brushing her neck, between her breasts, and over her abdomen, tumultuous from his touch and the drink.

He made it finally to her apex, easily brushing aside the fabric of her shorts, and teasing her there over her underwear with a soft, measured touch. She threw her arms around his neck, a wordless plea for him to go on. But her body was at odds with her mind.

“Sy, I wanna go slow.” She meant she didn’t want to end up in his bed tonight. Well, not that she didn't want to…

"Don't worry, sunshine. I'll take it real slow." he assured her, pretending to misunderstand her meaning as he teased her over her panties. She couldn't have spoken to correct him even if his lips hadn't taken an urgent hold on hers. His firm but frustrating touch was leaving her speechless and breathless.

Finally, he moved her undergarment aside to touch her, skin to skin. To pull a sweet, euphoric moan from her with just his fingers. He had been right about taking his time. It took him ages to find that space inside her that brought her to her pinnacle, but he made the wait enjoyable, all the same. She had a feeling he could have gone right to it, if he’d wanted to, but since she’d asked for it…

He grinned and chuckled into her mouth a bit as he toyed with her. He finally spoke,

“Hot damn, girl, you should have told me you needed me this bad.” He added a second finger to his game of search and destroy.

She could only grasp at his bare shoulders and the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground herself. He quickened, then slowed in sweet torture until her cries of his name became over loud for his neighborhood. The last build up, he added his thumb , brushing it against her aching center.

It hit her in waves of bliss as every muscle in her body responded to his localized, expert touch. Her vision blurred and for a second she could see the electricity flowing through air and matter and into her. Since when did THAT happen to her when she came?

“Sy!” She whimpered, a plea for him to stop but also to never stop.

“I know, darlin’, it’s alright. I’ve gotcha. Go on and let it out.” And she barely realized another climax had been building in her before she was falling headlong into it again, just as intense as the first one. He slowed, gently soothing her body after its small death, rubbing her neck and shoulder on the right side with his free hand.

He took his right hand away from her heat, brought it up to his mouth, and tasted her on his fingers. He poured them both another shot of whiskey, they threw them back, and once she had caught her breath from it all, she said,

“I don’t know the score, but I think you’ve won.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Back in the present, she felt too sober to handle the bombardment of questions coming from her coworkers, no matter how pure their intentions.

“So are you guys a couple, like officially?”

“Have you met each other’s folks?”

“Do you think he’s the one?”

“What is he like in bed!?”

“I bet he’s an absolute fiend!”

“Nah, guys ya think that about are always so vanilla.”

“How big is he!?”

All of these questions seemed to come at one time, or at least before she could answer the previous ones, and it made her head spin.

“Listen, girls. I’m gonna go get myself a strong drink, and when I come back, I’ll answer one question at a time, so figure out the order in which you’ll be asking, and a punishment system for interrupting. Fair?” The hens all nodded their beaks in agreement as she stood to go to the bar. She reminded herself to add a disclaimer when she got back to the table about having veto power over questions she felt weren’t appropriate.

As she stood at the bar waiting for her turn with the bartender, she tensed as she heard an all too familiar voice say her name.

“Shane Benton.” He said in a charming tenor that she now found obnoxiously boyish.

“Elliott Thomas. What misdeed did I do in a past life to end up back in the same room with you?” He ignored her jibe.

“You look well.” He said, surveying her as if he intended to make a purchase.

“Okay.” She would not give credence to half assed, insincere compliments.

“Who’s the guy you’re with tonight?”

“That couldn’t be any less your business.”

“You’ll always be my business, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Funny, you didn’t seem to give a shit when we were together.”

“Come on, tell me where ya met this meat head.”

“Back off, Elliott.”

“Come on. He’s in a plaid shirt. He looks like he’s trying to cosplay the Brawny man. How quick does he pick you up?” He raised his eyebrows, driving home his attempt at double entendre.

The rage came suddenly, without warning, and manifested in a firm slap from her right hand to his left cheek. It landed solidly enough for him to have to stretch his jaw and feel it, as if making sure it was still there.

"Well, still got some spunk. Good to know. Not so fast--" he grabbed her wrist as she stepped away from the bar, but she was saved the trouble of getting out of it with her favorite self-defense maneuver, by the solid wall of red plaid and denim topped with his favorite black Chiefs hat. Sy had apparently noticed her altercation at the bar and elected to step in.

"What's goin' on here?" he asked, not brusquely, but so coolly that it was almost friendly. Elliott let go of Shane's wrist immediately and threw his hands up.

"No trouble here, man. Just a little friendly conversation between two former lovers." he said, oozing pure, stinking hubris.

"Oh, you're Elliott. Nice to meet you, man." Sy reached out to shake the man's hand. "I've actually been wanting to thank you."

Elliott looked confused. So was Shane. This guy had broken her heart. What was Sy intent on thanking him for?

"I wanted to thank you for fucking up so bad with this kind, beautiful woman, this graceful and forgiving saint, that she couldn't stand the sight of you any longer. Who knows. If you hadn't been such a dick, she may not have been free to be with me today." all of this, Sy said with Elliott's hand still in his. Shaking it. Apparently not too firmly. Until Sy leaned in very closely and whispered something to Elliott that made him go several shades of puce, and grimace, pulling his hand away, which Sy eventually relinquished.

After Elliott had tucked his tail and ran away, Shane found herself in a far less merry temperament than she'd come in with. She and Sy decided to leave. They said their goodbyes, Shane promising more answers as soon as she could. And they left, her arm around his waist, and his around her shoulder.

About halfway to Sy's truck, Shane heard a solid ping near her ear and the shattering of glass on the pavement nearby, followed by a low growl from deep in Sy's chest. They halted in their stride, Shane turning quickly around, Sy turning more slowly and intentionally in the direction of his would be attacker.

Elliot stood beside the brick exterior of the bar with three other men, none of them within 50 pounds of Sy, and hardly a match for him…individually…but together, she was concerned. She would absolutely try to help fight these guys, but she couldn't take out more than one with the potential weapons she had on her person that she could inventory off hand. Plus, if she had to fight Elliott…he'd get into her head…she knew it. Thank God she didn't know the other guys. She'd hope to get one of them.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Sy said, back to his polite self, not worried about potentially getting into a street fight in which they were outnumbered two to one.

"Just thought you'd like to tell my buddies here what you said to me in there. I mean, I gave them the gist, but I think they'd like to hear it from you." Elliott puffed.

"Ah, somebody can't keep a secret." Sy sigh scolded him, wagging his finger at him as if he was a misbehaved child. "I was gonna let it all go as long as you left us alone. Did you mention that to them before you got them into a whole mess o' trouble?"

"Tell them, you fuckin' coward."

"Big talk from a guy who had to make it four to one before he confronted me." Sy accused.

"Four to two." Shane squared her shoulders, standing next to Sy, and attempting to make herself look more formidable, which was next to impossible given the fact that the man beside her was a massive army captain and she was just…herself. But she'd be damned if she stood by and let Sy take all of this on when it was all because of her. Plus, she didn't want him to reinjure himself.

"How about you jump in if I need ya, sunshine." He whispered to her. She didn't move or reply. "But ya know, since ya asked so nicely, I will oblige. I told this piss-ant friend of yours after he physically accosted this lovely lady here, in no uncertain terms that if he EVER touched MY GIRLFRIEND again, he'd be begging for death for hours before I had mercy on him and put him out of his misery and that his body would never be found." He eyed each of the men before him, his fiery gaze a physical force upon them, letting his promise to Elliott sink in. "Now if y'all wanna defend a man who would put hands on a woman, and then proceed to physically assault a United States Army veteran like myself, I can come up with similar guarantees for all of ya. And carry them out here tonight. But y'all look like ya've got a lot o' shit ya still wanna get done in this life with limbs and dicks intact. So I would encourage all of you fine gentlemen to walk away from this situation."

Two of the men, surrendered, claiming Elliott hadn't mentioned that he'd hurt Shane or that Sy was a vet. One of the men asked to shake his hand and thanked him for his service. The smallest member of Elliott's group, however, remained with him. Shane thought she recognized him after getting a better look. He'd been at a few events she'd been to with Elliott's friend group. She thought his name was Kyle. Clearly he was one of Elliott's oldest and most loyal friends. He still looked skeptical. Unsure that the two of them alone could take Sy. Shane thought he was right to be worried.

"Come on, Kyle!" Elliott summoned his friend to the fight.

"I dunno, man. He's a soldier and I mean…look at him. Look at us!"

"You pussy." Elliott walked up to Sy.

"You don't want to do this, friend." Sy warned.

"I'm not your friend, asshole. You stole my girlfriend." he swung wildly at the larger man, but missed. He was unsteady, Shane could see now, from excessive drink. She hadn't noticed inside.

Sy remained still for one punch that landed weakly on his jaw, barely displacing it. "Are you done, there, Mayweather? We even? Now that you got to hit me?"

"We are not done. Not until one of us is on the ground." Elliott insisted.

"Fair enough." Sy socked him with a jab straight to the nose, knocking him dizzily to the hard asphalt of the parking lot. Kyle came up to him to drag Elliott to a nearby car as his head lolled forward like a rag doll.

"I'll get him to the ER. Explain to them what happened. You guys get home safe. And thanks for not killing him. Or me." Kyle said as he opened his passenger door. Sy helped heave Elliott's comatose form into the seat and shook Kyle's hand.

Shane's eyes were still wide at the entire chain of events. Her adrenaline supercharged from her readiness to fight alongside her man. Which, she was both relieved and disappointed that she didn't have to do. But there was another thing on her mind. She had been mentally replaying what Sy had said to Elliott played over and over for more reasons than his chivalrous and heroic conduct.

When they were in the car and headed to her house, Shane asked him about it.

"So…you called me your girlfriend tonight." she looked at him.

"Shit, Shane, I'm sorry. I've been wanting to ask ya for days to make things official, and I just haven't found the right time. I was gonna ask you over drinks tonight in front of all your friends, but then that asshole fucked it all up. I even have a gift for you." he fished around in his pocket for a small, flat box, and handed it to her. She flipped up the spring loaded lid of the black velvet box, and inside, on a tiny pillow of black satin was a silver necklace with a silver charm. An "S" in an elaborate script with a small emerald set in the lower hook of the letter. "And if you don't want to make it official, you can still keep the necklace, because the 'S' can be for 'Shane,' and the stone can just be an emerald, and ya don't have to think about it like it's my birthstone, and I--"

"Sy, hush. Of course I want to be your girlfriend, officially. I've been dying to say it myself. And I love the necklace. It's perfect."

"Really? You mean it? All of it?" she'd never seen him so desperate. She had no idea why he thought she might not be serious. But she did have an idea of how to prove it.

"Stay with me tonight, Sy."

"It's still early yet, babe. I'll have plenty of time--"

"No, I mean, I want you. Tonight." How could she be more clear than that?

"Oh, you mean…but I thought you wanted to wait until my treatments were over?" He asked, as if he didn't want to get his hopes up just yet.

"When you were on the phone with my boss that day, you said something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about. Something that's gnawed at my will and resolve ever since. You said that life was too short, and you didn't want to wait to be happy when you could be happy now." she was verging on tears. "Well, I'm tired of waiting too, Sy. You make me happier than I've ever been, and I don't see the point in ignoring what we really want anymore. Because the fact is, Sy…the fact has been for a while now," she laughed at her own foolishness for stifling and ignoring it all this time, "I love you. And I think I have from the moment you first called me ma'am." She was fully crying now, and the tears had broken through down his cheeks, as well.

He pulled into her driveway and jumped out of his truck, still running, headlights blazing into her yard. He jogged around the front, but Shane, being uninjured had caught up to him without the benefit of a head start. He caught her up in his arms as if she'd stay there forever. They sobbed tears of joy and relief as they kissed each other with abandon, silhouettes against the footlights and exhaust courtesy of the Ford Motor Company, the PowerStroke engine roaring a soundtrack for this moment as it idled.

"I love you, Shane. From the moment you found me dreading therapy all alone that first day and cheered me up instantly. I knew." he brush the tears and hairs away from her face and held it, scrutinizing her features in the high-beams as if he intended to draw her from memory.

"I didn't know you were dreading it." she laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

"I was. A lot. Never had a lot of luck, especially recently, with PT. Until you."

She smiled, and looked at the truck, a third party to their romantic moment now more obvious to her.

"You're wasting gas."

"Hang the gas. I'm wasting time with you. You wanna go inside?" he asked. She nodded.

"You go get your purse. I'll be right around."

Sy shut off the truck and took his keys out, locking the vehicle from the fob after his arm was back around Shane and they were walking up her front porch steps.

Up Next: Chapter 10- Myofascial Release

[nadziejastar]

Props to you for using IkeSoren 👍. Radiant Dawn was full of implied gay, especially in the original text. People still fight over Ike’s sexuality to this day lol

Yes, it was, lol. Personally, I don’t even see how there can be so much debate about it. The writers didn’t put all of that stuff in by accident. I see people all the time saying there’s “no evidence” and that they’re just brotherly and/or very close friends. Yeah, whatever. A lot of people need everything spelled out for them. If something is never made explicit, they just don’t see it. Or they refuse to accept its validity until it’s confirmed by the creator. But with gay pairings, a lot of the time, they keep things limited to subtext on purpose. So all the arguing that it’s not explicit is pointless. If Soren had been a girl, there would be no debate.

If you were writing a gay pairing, but had to keep it ambiguous, it would look exactly like Ike and Soren. And while I wouldn’t argue that it’s as official as Korrasami or something, it’s very easy to see what the writers of Radiant Dawn were implying if you read between the lines. Their two hearts become one? That is not the kind of language you use unless you are referring to lovers.

With anime characters, they’re almost always designed to send a specific message about the character’s personality. It’s why Isa’s design stood out to me so much when I played BBS. He looked like Soren! It was quite a divergence from the whole idea behind Saïx’s original design, which was more Xemnas-like. Isa had a very soft and feminine design. You can tell a lot about a character by the size and shape of their eyes, lips, etc. And Isa’s design sends the message that he’s introverted, intelligent, and empathetic. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Still waters run deep. Now it seems like they’re just going to slightly alter Saïx’s cold and callous Xehanort-like personality and make that Isa’s canon personality. Yuck.

Saïx: The marks under your eyes. They’re gone.

Lea: Yeah. Don’t need ‘em.

Saïx: Always told you they’d stop you from crying. The upside-down tears.

It’s why the whole clock tower scene felt so weird and out-of-character to me. Saïx comes out of nowhere and starts acting “friendly”. And look at Axel’s reaction to his comment. I mean, he was practically pouting for crying out loud! He acted like a 5-year-old kid whose older brother told him to stop crying.

I’m sorry but, that’s just not who Axel is. Yes, he’s a very emotionally intense person. But he always hides his true feelings and plays it cool. He can be VERY aloof and VERY cynical. One minute he was happily telling Roxas why the sun sets red. He seemed perfectly happy. But as soon as Roxas looked away, he showed how he was really feeling.

He was always like this. In 3D, Axel broods the entire time after finding out Isa was a vessel, but he said nothing. Before Riku goes to rescue Sora, he smiles at him at tells him “Dark Rescue” is his middle name. Then he goes right back to brooding. He’s brooding when Kairi approaches him to train. He smiles and they eat ice cream.

Look how he started flailing his popsicles around with this exaggerated expression on his face, lol. I can’t see a person as mature as Axel getting so worked up over such a juvenile comment.And keep in mind, Isa was supposed to be the mature one, lol. It’s utterly ridiculous to think he’d say things like this.

I HATE the idea of Lea being this big crybaby and Isa being this emotionless jerk who constantly told him to man up. God, who the hell came up with that? Their relationship wasn’t like that. Axel wasn’t Saïx’s submissive whipping boy. Axel chose to be incredibly patient with Saïx, despite his abusive personality. Because Axel genuinely cared about him. He knew Isa was never like that before and felt sorry for him. He wasn’t afraid to stand up to Saïx. He saw him as a victim of trauma, like himself. He had a hard time being harsh with him, because he empathized with him so much.  

After experiencing the tragedy of his past, he’d be the first person to bottle up all of his pain and not shed any tears. I just can’t see him needing Isa to tell him to stop crying. Please. If anything, I can see him giving himself the upside-down tear marks. Emotionally speaking, Axel is tough as nails.

Then, behind him, a door opened. He ran to it, and Axel was waiting. Roxas mumbled his name.

“You really do remember me this time? I’m flattered!” A mean, twisted smile came to Axel’s face as he conjured his chakrams.

He had a twisted smile as he fought Roxas, the only person he thought of as a friend at that point.

“Let’s meet again in the next life.” A dark mist rose around Axel as he spoke.

“Yeah. I’ll be waiting.”

“Silly. Just because you have a next life…”

Axel was breathing hard, his shoulders heaving, as the darkness swallowed him up. Roxas didn’t look away until well after he disappeared.

He was smiling as he told Roxas they’d meet again, even though he didn’t think they would.

“What are you going to do now?” Saïx asked, watching the portal close with no discernible reaction.

“Nothing that’s any of your business.”

Saïx shifted his shoulders. “I beg to differ, if you’re going to betray the organization.”

“…So, are you saying I’m not already a traitor?” Axel smirked.

He smirked when Saïx confronted him after he deserted.

“Our goals are constantly evolving,” Saïx explained dispassionately, taking a step toward his retreating target.

In response, Axel leaped back. “Oh yeah? Huh… That’s news to me. So, what’re your orders this time? You can tell me,” he mocked, as he started to create something behind Saïx. To the naked eye it appeared to be nothing but a black dot.

He’d jumped away for a reason. He just needed a little more time and distance, and the blue-haired man wasn’t the type to attack without any provocation.

“My orders are to take you down!” A heavy sword materialized in Saïx’s hands, and he closed the space between them in one leap.

“…Not the brightest, are you?” Now that Saïx was in very close range, Axel sprang right over him and ran. The setup he’d planted was just ahead now—a distortion in the air steadily taking shape. He knew he had no chances of defeating number 7 in a fight, but he had every confidence in his own speed and cleverness.

He mocks and taunts Saïx while fighting him.

Axel stretched his neck and munched on his ice cream. “You know, I don’t mind disappearing.”

Naminé’s breath caught. Riku stared at him.

“Roxas is gone. When we bring Kairi here, Naminé will be gone, too. So, same for me,” he said, as if he were discussing the weather, and then punctuated his comment with another bite of sea-salt ice cream.

“We don’t disappear… We’re only reborn,” Naminé murmured, perhaps to herself.

“I’m not like you and Roxas,” Axel said flatly. His hand holding the ice pop stick paused in midair.

“But—but you…” She looked down, clenching her fists.“It’s because I don’t have a heart,” Axel went on. “I don’t want to disappear, but I’m not upset or sad about it.”

He munches on ice cream as he talks about disappearing. He talks about it as if discussing the weather.

“Axel!” she cried, jumping up to run after him.

“Don’t worry, Naminé. I’m the fastest the organization had. If I run, they’ll never catch me. Got it memorized?” She stopped short and nodded.

“See you.” Holding the ice cream pop in his mouth, he stepped into the rift.

And he munches on ice cream as he prepares to return to the Organization as a traitor.

“Good to be back.” With a smile curling his lips, he approached them and settled into seat number 8. He held a half-eaten ice cream pop. Pale blue sea-salt ice cream.

“What are you doing here?” The Claymore materialized in Saïx’s hand.

“Foul traitor—”

“No, Saïx,” said Xigbar, glaring hard at Axel.

“What have you come for?” With rage barely contained under every word, Saïx stalked toward Axel.

“Well, if I stay out there, Sora’ll get me, too. Anyway, it looks like you’re having a personnel shortage. How are you gonna get ahold of Kingdom Hearts like this?”

Xemnas smiled as Axel taunted them.

He munches on ice cream again when he returns and faces Xemnas. He taunts them all.

As he went down the halls, he sensed someone following him and turned. “You need something?”

“I don’t trust you,” Saïx replied flatly, the enormous Claymore in his hand.

“Trust? We don’t even have hearts,” said Axel with a twisted smile. “How can we trust anyone in the first place?”

He has a twisted smile when Saïx says he doesn’t trust him. Just like when he fought Roxas.

Then someone else spoke behind him. “I’ve been waiting for you, Axel.”

“Yeah, I figured you’d show up.” His smirk turned nastier as he turned to see Saïx. He didn’t take his eyes off the other man as he spoke to the girl in the cage. “Listen, Kairi! Trust me. I’m going to get you out!”

Behind him, the portal closed. “What are you saying…? Vile traitor!” The great Claymore took shape at Saïx’s back. Axel didn’t waste a second grabbing his chakrams. But his body was reluctant somehow.

I don’t want to disappear… But still, it wouldn’t be so bad if I did. Not here.

He had a nasty smirk when Saïx showed up to kill him. Even though facing him hurt so badly he wanted to disappear.

“Hey.” He was grasping at his chest as he staggered toward Naminé. He glanced up at Riku and summarily bit into the ice cream.

“Ooh, salty…,” he mumbled, and then he collapsed into a chair, his breathing labored.

When he returned after being mortally wounded, he casually munched on more ice cream.

He laughed under his breath and took a bite of ice cream. “Do you need help with that?” Ansem asked him, glancing pointedly at his wounded chest.

“What’s the point? Nobodies aren’t supposed to exist, right?” Axel popped the rest of the ice cream in his mouth and dragged himself upright.

“Besides, this way I’ll finally get to see Roxas again.” He tossed away the Popsicle stick and opened another dark rift in front of him.

“Well, I’m off, Ansem the Wise.” He smiled as he made his farewell. Axel waited. In the shadows of the spaces between, he waited for Sora… For Roxas.

He smiles as he says farewell. He eats more ice cream as he prepares to die.

“Traitor,” Saïx had called him. But his betrayal of Organization XIII wasn’t exactly a recent development, Axel thought with a bitter laugh.

He laughs bitterly as he thinks about the irony of his former best friend calling him a traitor and trying to kill him. The only reason he stuck around in the Organization so long was for him.

“You’re…fading away…” Sora knelt down to peer anxiously into his eyes.

“Well, yeah, that’s what happens when you throw your whole being into an attack… Didn’t have any better ideas.” A smirk curled one corner of Axel’s mouth as he looked up at Sora. Or tried. His sight was already going dark.

He smirked as he lay dying.

“See you, Axel,” Roxas told him.

He looked over his shoulder.

It was a promise.

Like we promised to meet again in the next life. We’ll make another promise.

“See you, partner,” said Axel.

Roxas gave him one last smile and vanished into the air. Moments later, Axel did the same.

And he smiles as he sheds a tear and disappears, believing it to be his final moment of life, ever. Axel was a fucking hardass.

And this is supposed to be Isa’s true personality? A guy who looks down on others for expressing emotion? So much that he constantly belittles his best friend and encourages him to tattoo himself for shedding tears after being traumatized? This is what happens when you try to redeem Saïx instead of bringing back Isa. Look how miserable Lea was when he interacted with him in Twilight Town.

Lea: In memories, you live forever, you know?

Isa: Well, you may be a really small part of my memories, but at least you’ll never disappear.

Compare that to their scene in BBS. Isa made a sarcastic comment to Lea when he said he wanted to live forever in people’s memory. And it was obvious that he was joking. That is just his way of showing affection. He smiled and closed his eyes during this exchange, indicating that he was shy and flustered.Isa was being sincere when he said he’d never forget Lea. And Lea knew this.

Lea: I’m SO flattered.

Isa: You’re such a pain.

Isa’s sarcastic comment made him really happy. Because he also likes to show his affection through sarcasm. And he replied to Isa with a similar sarcastic joke. He was also being sincere when he said he was flattered. He recognized that Isa was expressing his deeper feelings for him through humor. They both understood each other. Lea had the happiest smile I had ever seen on him in the entire series. His whole face lit up when he joked with Isa. Their relationship in BBS bears NO resemblance to the trainwreck we got in KH3.

[castielinparadise]

Don't Forget About Me

Summary: Cas forgets who Dean is, and leaves him behind.

Word Count: 1,523

Warnings: alcohol, temporary amnesia, sad Dean, drunk Dean, slurred speech, slight angst (I guess??), etc.

A/N: So this is my very first Destiel writing! Yay! I came up with this idea when I woke up the other day. Apparently I had been dreaming about Destiel, which makes sense because I fell asleep after reading a Destiel fic. Anyways, I hope this is good! I like it, and I hope you all do too!!! Any spelling or grammatical errors are all my own!

This is going to be a part of a collection of oneshots/drabbles, so send me an ask if you want to be tagged when I post the next one! I will also be taking some requests after I write a few of these. If you send one in, I will add it to a list!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He couldn’t remember. He tried, and he tried, but he could not remember who the green eyed man in front of him was. He could remember that his own name was Castiel and that he was an angel of the Lord, but the man’s name was unknown to him. He looked at the man and found that his eyes were filled with desperation. Whoever he was, he must care about Castiel a lot.

“Cas, what do you mean you don’t know who I am?!” the man said, his eyes going wide and full of panic. Castiel didn’t understand why this stranger cared so much about him knowing who he was. The only conclusion that Castiel could draw from that was that this man was in-

“Cas!” the green eyed man said, snapping Castiel out of his mind and back to reality. He looked at the man and tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy. He only looked, not saying anything. The man’s face started to scrunch up in anger. He watched the man turn around in a huff and decided that this was a good time to leave. He closed his eyes, concentrating, and then opened them, revealing trees with a slightly-obvious neon sign behind their leaves. Castiel didn’t know where he was, just that his mind immediately went to this place when he thought of where to go.

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Dean turned around and opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped when he saw that his angel was no longer here. His eyes shot all over the place as he yelled Cas’ name.

“Cas!?!?!” He waited for a response, but when he didn’t get one, he felt fear pang in his chest. Dean fumbled with his phone, trying to call Sam. The dial tone rang in his ears as he paced back and forth, anxiously awaiting Sam’s voice. When he heard his brother ask what’s up, tears filled his eyes and a breath caught in his throat.

“Sam,” Dean croaked, his breathing becoming erratic. A concerned Sam listened on the other line, nodding his head as Dean told him what had happened.

“He just.. left?” Sam asked, confused as to why. Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but it didn’t work. He fell to his knees and let out a sob that broke Sam’s heart. He knew how much his brother cared for the angel ever since Dean came back from perdition.

“Dean, where are you?” Sam asked, grabbing his keys and standing up from his chair. When his brother didn’t respond, he asked again, this time more stern. He managed to make out the word “park” through Dean’s incoherent babbling, and he set off in the park’s direction.

When he got there, he found his brother hunched over, sitting on his legs, and crying into his hands. Just the sight of Dean like this made Sam feel bad for him. Sure, he cared about Cas, but in a friendly way. Even though Dean didn’t admit it, Sam knew that Dean felt something deeper and stronger for the angel; this was a prime example of that.

Sam walked over to his crying brother and squatted down to hug him. As soon as his arms were around Dean, he felt his brother cry even harder, letting loose all the tears he had been holding in. Sam had never seen his brother like this. His brother always kept this mask on, holding in all his bad feelings. He knew Sam was always there for him, but he felt like showing his emotions was weak. His dad’s fault, most likely, but Sam didn’t blame him

“Dean, it’s alright. We’ll find him. He has to be somewhere,” Sam said as he hugged his brother. He hoped he was right about then finding Cas. The last time they had to go looking for him, it took weeks to find him. It was probably some of the worst weeks the brother’s had ever had.

Sam gave Dean a reassuring squeeze and stood up, offering his hand to his brother. Dean looked at Sam’s hand with sad eyes and grabbed his brother’s hand. Sam pulled him up into another hug; he felt like Dean needed another one. When they pulled apart, Sam saw his brother’s face and almost cried at the sight. Dean’s eyes were puffy, his cheeks a shade of red, and his face streaked with tears. He put one hand on Dean’s cheeks and made Dean look him in the eyes.

“Dean,” he said, “we’ll find him.” Sam gave Dean a sincere smile and stood up, holding his hand out for Dean. Dean reached up and grabbed his brother’s hand. He was so thankful to have someone like Sam as a brother. Sam always took care of him, and he to Sam. Their relationship did get rocky quite often, but Dean always forgave Sam.

Sam pulled Dean into another hug, and Dean was glad he did because Dean had almost started crying again. His brain kept repeating what Cas had said before he had disappeared. “I don’t know who you are.” Dean hated the blank expression on Cas’ face when he said that. Sam must’ve been able to tell that Dean was thinking about it because he headed towards the Impala, yelling back something about getting drinks to take Dean’s mind off things. Dean really did want to get his mind off Cas. Just the angel’s name made the pit in his chest grow larger, consuming him into an abyss of nothingness. Dean followed, letting Sam drive because he obviously wasn’t capable, and they headed off to the nearest bar.

Dean didn’t know how much he had drank, but he knew that it was enough to make hiss body buzz, speech slur, and mind foggy. He hadn’t thought about Cas at all since they arrived at the bar and had ordered two rounds of their strongest alcohol. It burned as Dean drank it, but he didn’t care. At least he was feeling something. After a few more rounds, Dean started feeling nauseous, so he told Sam that he was going to get some air, assuring him that he was fully capable of taking care of himself.

When Dean stumbled out the doors to the bar, cold air smacked him in the face, cooling him down. He stood with his eyes closed, just letting the wind do what it pleased with his clothes and hair.

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Castiel didn’t know who he was expecting to walk out of the building with the neon sign, but it definitely wasn’t the man with the green eyes. Castiel stayed hidden in the camouflage of the trees and watched as the man stood with his eyes closed, clothes and hair flapping in the wind. He hadn’t wanted to, but Castiel found himself walking towards the man, slowly, as to not startle the man.

To Castiel’s dismay, the man opened his eyes, snapping them in his direction. Castiel froze, looking at the green eyes staring back at him. The man stumbled over to Castiel and crushed him in a bear hug. Castiel smelled alcohol on the man, which explained his behavior. He must’ve realized what he was doing because the man quickly let go of Castiel and took a step back.

“M srry,” he slurred. “I ddn mean to do tht.” Castiel realized the man was way more drunk than he had originally thought. He felt cold without the man’s arms around him, and before he could think twice about it, Castiel hugged the man. The drunk stranger didn’t hug back at first, but soon softened into the angel’s arms. Castiel felt a tingle run through his entire body (technically the vessel’s body, but we won’t go into that), and was shocked when he started remembering things.

He remembered the man’s name: Dean. He remembered meeting Dean for the first time after he dragged him from perdition; he remembered Dean calling him Cas for the first time; he remembered watching as Dean softened up to him, eventually falling in love with him; he remembered their first kiss and the first time Dean said “I love you” to Cas. All these memories came flooding back to Cas, sending a feeling of warmth to his cheeks as tears filled his eyes. He touched Dean’s temple, sobering him up with his angel powers.

“Dean,” Cas said, feeling Dean tense up and then shiver as he said his name. His shoulder started to feel wet, being soaked with Dean’s tears. Dean couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that his Cas was back. He nuzzled into Cas’ neck, placing a light kiss on it.

“Cas,” he mumbled, smiling as he felt Cas shiver from his breath on his skin. He felt Cas push him back lightly, and let out a sigh as the angel’s lightning blue eyes came into his line of sight. They were similar in height, so they stood almost eye to eye, which allowed Dean a perfect view of the angel’s eyes.

“You’re an angel, Castiel,” Dean smiled as he watched Cas blush. “Yes” was all Cas could say before Dean’s lips were on his own.

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