Axel and Saix test out their Nobody emotions in a haunted house in one of the open worlds. It ends badly. Axel learns he may be flammable (who knew the actors were wearing hairspray?). Saix learns that assault is something to avoid. People in costumes learn that men with blue hair are a force to be reckoned with
Axel loves Hot Tamales candies, they have no effect, but he enjoys kissing Saix after eating them to see the other make faces
Axel decorated his room in the castle by stealing Jack’o’Lanterns from HalloweenTown and finding out that maybe putting singing and moving bodies with flame in a castle of psychopaths isn’t the brightest idea he’s had. Screaming starts when they enter the labs.
Saix loves horror movies- slasher flicks are his favorite- and puts blinds in the Grey Area for movie nights on the walls with a projector. Demyx is horrified when Saix laughs at virgin deaths- the bloodier the better. Axel leans over to Saix’s ear and nips, murmuring how Saix not putting out would also put him on high on the list for a sacrifice
Axel trying to bob for apples and Saix just shoving his head under the water and wrecking his hair just to be an ass
Costume requests include Pennywise and Chucky for Axel, Saix gets a ridiculous amount of ‘anonymous’ suggestions slipped under his room door which state “Naked” “More naked” “Bare” and “Blue balls.” And one “Fifi.” Saix thinks that is a dog joke. But questions it all the same
Were!Saix centric
Saix isn’t allowed to Halloween Town on a supermoon because of its libido-inducing effects. Kitsune!Axel and a Were!Saix reinvent the song ‘Hungry like a wolf’
Were!Saix bringing Axel back dead bodies and corpses to feed him
Axel being lifted up by the hood of his cloak and set up in a tree for protecting from rival males
Axel not being taller
Yiff jokes are all funny and good until Axel sees he’s being looked at sort of strange and decides to be a human inferno until Saix calms down. Is surprised and impressed when the werewolf shoves him into a pile of dirt and kicks it on him with his back legs to extinguish the flames then pisses on the Axel pile
“Forever is a long, long time. And time has a way of changing things.”
Isa ran a hand hesitantly through his shortened locks, feeling giddy and dreading the moment he looked in the mirror. He had gotten used to long hair, the process of combing- untangling, worrying about what to do with it. He had forgotten what short hair was like again.
Freedom?
He scoffed at the idea. It was cheesy. Like someone else he knew.
Isa flushed briefly as he passed the fountains in Radiant Garden, hearing a wolf whistle or something similar from his left. He walked faster.
Something about blue hair. He tried not to look. He wasn’t in the mood to flirt.
He reached the small house at the bottom of the hill easily and knocked, unfamiliar with how to engage parents. He was older now, what would he say to them?
Had Lea returned home? Why wouldn’t he? He always liked his parents.
The door opened and he peered at the redheaded woman with a weak smile, his eyes unsteady with guilt, “Hey.” He flinched as the arms enveloped him in a hug.
“Isa! Look how big you got!” She let go to grin up at him, her smile twitching as she jabbed at him, “Not as big as my boy hm?”
Isa pouted for a second as she grabbed his cheek and tugged, “That still hurts.”
“I know.” She let go and smiled more, beaming as she ran a hand through the layered undercut, feeling the buzzed sides of his hair and laughing, “Like a hedgehog. You and Lea always did try to get the most obnoxious haircuts”
Isa fixed his hair quickly and pushed her hands away, “Is Lea here?”
“Is who here?”
“Lea.”
“Who?”
“..................Don’t.”
“So you want my son then?”
“Stop.”
She leaned against the door, shaking her finger, “You need to stop being such a cougar Isa.”
He felt his face heat up, his eyes narrowed, “He’s three months younger than me.”
“So you are interested.”
“You done?” He crossed his arms, “I’m an adult now-”
“I watched a show which stated that if you have to say ‘I’m something’ it usually means you aren’t respected enough to be considered that.” The emerald eyes in the middle-aged woman’s face twinkled in a familiar way; she gestured inside.
Isa tried not to roll his eyes as he entered the small home, squeezing past the wall of scarves and sports equipment tossed at the front door from a decade ago, “You didn’t move anything.”
She brushed past him easily, another quality Lea’s family seemed to share besides the annoying hair and eyes- the ability to move without being invited or welcomed, “Why would I? I woke up and my son was gone. Then suddenly he shows up like a ghost, twenty-five years old and lanky as a tree. You’d think he would at least comb his hair- no, not my Lea, even death couldn’t fix his horrible habits.” She shook her head and motioned to the stairs to the second level of the two-story home, where Lea’s bedroom used to be, “I didn’t move his things either.”
Isa tipped his head as a tall older man with auburn hair moved into the living room and waved at him. Lea’s father. At least he wasn’t embarrassing him.
The man stopped, squinted, frowned, then laughed, “Did you get in a fight with scissors and lose?”
“Bernard!”
“What?”
Isa flushed for what seemed like the seven-hundredth time. Of course Lea got his wit from somewhere. Lea’s mother ushered her husband away as they argued haircuts and fashion and why their son seemed to think that ice cream was now a meal.
The young blue-haired male continued up the stairs in a hurry, eager to be away from the line of fire and any more embarrassing jabs at his choices. His parents had accepted the state of affairs just like everything else. “Oh,” followed by, “What have you been doing?” and then more disappointment.
He heard noise and circled the corner, tripping on a shoe and swearing as he stumbled into the doorway of Lea’s room, catching the ginger with his fingers on a game controller and a piece of licorice hanging out of his mouth. Isa grimaced, “Do you ever eat anything that isn’t sugar?”
Lea appeared stunned and was blinking at him, “You cut your hair.”
“Yes. Obviously.” He stepped back when Lea got up and approached, the candy abandoned for something more interesting. The air between them became tense as the taller of the two mimicked his mother’s earlier move, running a hand over the buzzed surface of blue hair and smiling, “Like a hed-”
“Stop.” He smacked the hand away, “I already got this from your mother.”
“Haha, Mom got you good huh? You’re blushing~ Your ears are turning red- couldn’t see that before.”
“My ears have always been visible. You just didn’t pay attention Lea.” The redhead flinched at the tone and the look, flicking the older’s pale ear as he laughed weakly.
“Maybe not. You stopped wearing earrings.”
“Now you notice something.” Lea tugged at the earlobe as his hand was smacked away again and the blue-haired male fixed his hair again. Lea smirked and took both hands to mess up the hair more as Isa swung at him and growled. Lea dodged, noting the less than playful nature of the swing.
He backed up and sat on the edge of his bed, still looking at the other.
“When did this get weird Isa?”
“What?”
Lea gestured to the space between them, lifted his shirt enough to trace the spot where he used to have a scar from a certain claymore. He dropped the shirt and glanced at him, “It just got weird.”
Isa looked at the posters on his wall and avoided the green eyes of his friend, “You left. You made it weird.”
Lea rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if pointing blame at this time was right. He had forgiven Isa for what Xehanort had done to him. But Isa hadn’t forgiven himself or Lea. The hate was still there in his friend, in the slightly slumped posture, the hesitant gaze, the new hair. He was trying so hard to be a new person. All he wanted was the old one.
“Maybe I did.” He’d give Isa that. He leaned on his knees, his elbows resting on his legs as he peered up when the other glanced his way, “But you were kinda a dick. I almost lost a kidney.”
“If I was a dick I would have aimed lower.”
“Isa.”
“Yes, Lea?” His arms had crossed defensively, Lea could see he was getting tense again.
“Want to just, start over?”
Isa scoffed, his eyes rolling, “We’re not dating. You don’t just start over friendships.”
“Bullshit. Who says?” His ears perked at the hidden slip, he’d get to that later. Isa liked to drop hints. Freudian slip? Nevermind that, he needed to focus.
“I say.”
“Who died and made you Friendship King?” Lea picked up a pillow and tossed it at him as Isa smacked it aside and glared. “Seriously, getting rid of Xehanort was supposed to make you less of an asshole, act like it.”
“Fuck you.” Now he was seething. Lea had pushed a little too far.
...Could he still go berserk?
Lea wondered if he should have asked that before-
“No seriously, fuck you Lea. I died for you more than anyone should have.”
The redhead’s smile drooped, “Isa, c’mon.” He got up and reached for him, but noticed the way the other flinched at the palm-up reach for him. Too Xehanort.
He didn’t seem to like those gestures.
Lea tried something different and cupped his chin instead, forcing the older to look at him.
“Try.”
“Try what?” Isa was tugging at the hands on his face, like a cornered animal.
Lea dropped his hands, trying to also store in the back of his mind how the other turned red again and avoided his gaze, “Try being my Isa again, the one I actually liked hanging out with? You remember him?”
A grumble.
“What?” Lea cupped his ear, “Was that a yes I do Lea?”
“Fuck you.”
“Stop offering already geez at least ask me out.” Isa punched him in the arm and he winced. Damn. Apparently he was still freakishly strong. Noted.
Lea slid down to sit back in front of his bed, cradling his arm and wincing as he looked at the paused videogame and abandoned controller, then he gazed back up at Isa, “I have another if you still want to kick my ass in a less violent way?”
Isa rolled his eyes and sat down, pulling the controller away from Lea and leaving the injured male to stare at his television stand where the other controller lay feet away.
“I am an injured man.”
“Fuck you. Crawl.”
“.....You are such an asshole.” He flopped on his stomach.
