Hearts of Vengeance 2

CHAPTER 2

Morning came upon Twilight Town. The warm sun shone right through Roxas’ open window, its light and heat beaming down upon his sleeping form. Once again, Roxas was dreaming about that day, 1 year ago, brought about by his other half’s wish. Because of that one wish…Roxas and the other Nobodies all had become whole again, received hearts, and could once again lead normal lives. Roxas would never forget that day, for as long as he lived. Yawning, stretching, and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he set his feet over the side of the bed and down onto his floor, before standing up from his bed. It was ironic, how 1 year ago this very life that he had been leading was all an illusion, and that he was never meant to exist, having been one half of another person. But now, it was because of that other person, that Roxas was leading this life, or at least a similar life, for real. Besides, real or fake, the people he knew in this world were much more pleasant company than his associates from Organization XIII, save for Axel (as he was the only member who Roxas truly got along and had a bond with). Roxas turned back to his bed, and looked at what was mounted on the wall above his bed; the “Oblivion” and “Oathkeeper” Keyblades, Roxas’ weapons of choice, as being Sora’s Nobody allowed him to wield the Keyblade’s power like Sora could. Now that there was peace, Roxas kept both Keyblades mounted as souvenirs, since he didn’t think he would have to wield them again. Putting that out of his mind, he turned to his drawer and started to dig around inside for his street clothes.

Walking out of his house, Roxas remembered that he’d promise Olette he’d go shopping with her this morning. Hayner was busy practicing for the next Struggle competition, while Pence had wandered off somewhere downtown and couldn’t be found, so Roxas agreed that he’d spend time with Olette this morning. He headed down the orange brick road of the Alleyway, which parted at a fork with the left way leading right to the Sandlot and the right way leading into the “Usual Spot,” where Roxas would hang out with Hayner and the gang. He stopped right before the street lamp in the alleyway, and turned to the direction of the “Usual Spot” off to the right. “Olette said she’d be waiting for me inside…” He said to himself as he walked inside, pushing away the curtain that covered the entrance.

Olette lay on the sofa, humming a sweet tune to her self as she looked up at the ceiling. She looked at her watch as she waited for Roxas. “5 minutes to go…” She said to herself. At that moment she heard footsteps, and the rustling of the curtain. She turned to the entrance just in time to see Roxas walk inside. Kicking her feet over, Olette sat up to look at Roxas. “Hey, right on time!” She smiled sweetly. “You ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Roxas smiled back. “Whoa!” He yelped in surprise as Olette snatched him up by the arm, giggling.

“Let’s go!” Olette said as she dragged Roxas along gently out of the Usual Spot and into the direction of the Market Place.

“Olette?” Roxas asked.

“Hm?”

Roxas started to smirk. “Why are you so giggly and happy today? Have you been eating too much sea-salt ice cream again?” He laughed, and was met with a soft affectionate punch in the ribs.

“Oh you.” Olette giggled. ‘”I’m just happy to be spending some time with you. You’ve either been sparring with Hayner, or sightseeing with Pence most of the time, and we’ve never really spent any time with one another.” Olette looked at Roxas. “I mean, I really want us to connect and some time with one another, you know?” She gave him a cute, pleading look, complete with puppy dog eyes.

Roxas blushed slightly at the sad puppy look Olette was giving him as whenever a girl gave him those eyes, it always caused him to cave in, especially if Olette or Naminé gave them. “Ok, ok, I get you…” Roxas waved his hands with a nervous smile.

Olette’s sad puppy look was replaced by another cute grin as she took Roxas’ hand and gently pulled him along to the market place. “C’mon! I heard they’re having a big sale at the sweet shop!” She grinned wider. “We can get some sea-salt ice cream!”

An hour later…

Roxas and Olette, both with two shopping bags in one hand and a sea-salt ice cream in the other, were resting on a bench in the Sandlot, taking a break and enjoying their ice cream.

For Roxas, the shopping trip wasn’t all that half bad. On a big, unexpected turn, Roxas was brought into the swimwear store and watched as Olette tried on bikinis and modeled them for him. ‘Damn… I never knew Olette had a body like that. She’s really been filling out in all the right places.’ The one image that stuck out in Roxas’ mind was the image of Olette in a skimpy yellow bikini with blue polka dots, and how it just barely seemed to contain her maturing curves. Roxas felt himself go all hot and flustered when he imagined Olette on the beach, bouncing about in the water in that bikini, giggling and splashing.

“Hey there, Chicken-Wuss.”

Roxas growled as the obnoxious voice of Seifer, self-proclaimed head of the “disciplinary committee,” and (to Hayner and Roxas especially) number one asshole to Roxas and his friends, interrupted his pleasant day dream of Olette in her bikini. ‘Damn it… Thanks a lot, Seifer…’ Roxas looked up to see Seifer leering down at him with his usual, high and mighty smirk.

“Well…well… If it isn’t Roxas, and his little girlfriend.” Seifer teased.

Roxas and Olette both jumped up, blushing with embarrassment and fury at Seifer. “We’re just friends!”

“Whatever you say, Lovebirds.” Seifer snickered nastily. “So… Come to watch me practicing on how I’m gonna whoop your ass in the next Struggle competition?”

Roxas snorted. “You always say that every year, and every year you get your ass handed to you.”

Seifer growled and shot back. “I wasn’t ready last year!”

“You always say THAT too.” Roxas smirked. Oh, how he loved sticking it to the toque wearing blowhard. “Yet nothing seems to deflate your ego…unless you actually have your ego do all the talking.”

Olette burst into a fit of giggles at Roxas’ remark towards Seifer.

Seifer shook with rage at Roxas’ words and pointed his star edged struggle sword at him. “Grrr! Just you wait Chicken-Wuss!” Seifer walked off to the side, getting right between Roxas and Olette, as he faced the former. “You may laugh now!” He swung his struggle sword all about. “But someday, I’m gonna wipe that smirk of your face, and mop the floor with you!” He brought down his sword swiftly on the side…catching it right in Olette’s button fly jeans.

Before Olette could react, Seifer’s struggle sword has caught on her jeans, popping off all of her buttons, and brought her jeans right down to her ankles, exposing her blue, frilled panties to the world. Olette merely gasped froze in place, a look of shock and embarrassment on her face as she blushed all over and tried in vain to conceal her panties.

While Seifer didn’t notice, Roxas sure did. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he stared at Olette’s little blue panties. ‘Whoa… Blue’s a good color for her…especially with those frills.’ Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Roxas’ gentleman side kicked in and he turned away even though the image of a blushing Olette in just her tank top and frilly panties was now carved into his memory. Once again he was jarred out of a fantasy, but this time by a loud slapping sound. He whipped his head around to find Olette, still with her pants down, but with her fists balled up and an evil glare in her eyes, as she stood there, panties out to the world, over an unconscious Seifer who lay out on the pavement, with a hand print on his face, bleeding, and dizzy. “That’s what you get for pantsing me, you clumsy oaf!” She turned away from Seifer in a huff.

‘Way to go Olette.’ Roxas thought with a smirk, before his eyes began to once again transfix themselves on Olette’s round, curvy, panty-clad rear, down to her slender shapely legs. Roxas mentally slapped himself again. ‘Agh! C’mon Roxas, you’re not a pervert! Quit staring at Olette like that! …Even if she is pretty to look at…’

“Roxas…” Olette called out timidly.

Roxas snapped out of it and went to her. “Olette! Are you ok…?”

Olette timidly looked at Roxas, a large blush on her face. “Can…you take me home? Sorry to cut our trip short…but I need to fix my pants up.” She bent over and struggled to keep her pants up despite the fact they no longer had any buttons.

Roxas nodded, trying not to stare at Olette’s panties, and helped to keep her pants up as he walked her back home.

When they reached Olette’s house, Olette took out her key and used her other hand to hold her pants together as she unlocked and opened the door.

“So…Olette?” Roxas spoke dup, trying to break the awkward silence. “Can we reschedule the shopping trip?”

Olette, still blushing, smiled and nodded. “That’d be great, Roxas. Thanks for being a good sport about this whole thing.” She clasped her hands together in glee, causing her pants to drop again, once more giving Roxas an eyeful of her filly panties.

Roxas blushed madly and his eyes went wide as he stared at Olette’s intimates.

Olette noticed Roxas’ flustered look and looked down, to see her jeans at her ankles again, with her panties out. “Ack!” Olette blushed 3 shades as she scrambled inside and closed the door.

Roxas shook his head, trying to get his senses back, before he turned around and walked off. “Well… That was an odd morning…” Roxas said to himself. ‘But it was pretty eventful.’ He thought. Oh, how he loved seeing Seifer getting his ass handed to him in the manner that Olette did it. He HAD to tell Hayner next time. ‘Maybe that’ll deflate Seifer’s ego.’ However his mind went from Seifer’s bloodied body to more tantalizing images of Olette in just her tank top and frilly panties, or in that bikini.

“Hey Roxas!”

‘Someone must hate me having fantasies…’ Roxas laughed mentally as he looked up, to see Axel leaning against the lamp post. “Oh, hey Axel! What’s up?”

Axel had an amused grin on his face. “I just caught Seifer recovering from one massive bitch slap. The guy was bleeding from the nose and had quite the hand print on his face. I gotta say, it looked like he had some concussion there.” He started to smirk. “Got it memorized? C-O-N-C-U-S-S-I-O-N.”

Roxas rolled his eyes. ‘Axel hasn’t changed a bit… He still loves to spell out the word for you.’ “Axel… You keep spelling out the words for us...and pretty soon you’ll be getting a job offer as Spelling and English Teacher for the local grade school.”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Axel asked with a smile. “I just came back from the school a few minutes ago from a job interview. You’re looking at the new Grade 1 English Teacher for Twilight Town Elementary.” He grinned.

Roxas slapped his forehead with a groan. “Axel…” He laughed. “I knew it… I kept saying that it would happen one day…and sure enough, it did.”

“And I owe it all to you.” Axel pointed out with a smug smile.

“Happy to be of service.” Roxas retorted.

“So… What have YOU been up to this morning?” Axel said, changing the subject.

“I went on a shopping trip with Olette, and got to witness Seifer’s concussion first hand.” Roxas shrugged with a smile.

“Aha… So you whooped his ass in a Struggle match, eh?” Axel inquired.

Roxas merely shook his head, trying not to snicker. “Not exactly… You see… Seifer started to show off like the blowhard he is, and one wrong move caused him to de-pants Olette.” He burst into laughter. “She-was-pissed! One slap from her, and Seifer was down for the count!”

Axel nearly doubled over with laughter. “HAHAHAHAHA! I bet Hayner would’ve loved to see that!”

“I’m telling him the next time I see him, that’s for sure.” Roxas laughed.

Suddenly, Axel stopped and looked at Roxas with a curious grin. “So you say Olette had her pants pulled down?” He grinned wider. “What panties did she have on?”

“AXEL!!” Roxas blushed. “What do you think I am some kind of pervert!?” He glared at his best friend and colleague, before softening his gaze and looking away rather embarrassed. “Blue silk panties with frills.”

“Oooooh, sexy!” Axel gave a perverted smile.

“Sexy, maybe…but she’s also a little too young for you, you cradle robber.” Roxas chided.

“Hey, hey! I never said I fancied her!” Axel said dismissively, waving his hands. “I’d rather not go to jail.” He laughed nervously.

Roxas just smirked. “Like the time you were in for one night for streaking through the streets?”

“I was drunk!” Axel defended himself.

“I know.” Roxas groaned. “I watched you down that bottle of scotch as if it were soda pop…”

“Well you were the one who double dared me too!”

“You didn’t have to take the dare!”

Axel just smirked cockily. “I NEVER turn down a challenge.”

“Uuuuuuuugh…” Roxas groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. “I just can’t win against you Axel.”

“Try as you might.” Axel retorted, wagging a finger at Roxas, with another smug grin.

As Axel and Roxas playfully argued and bantered, their moves were carefully watched by the same Organization member who had watched them on the day that Twilight Town and “The World that Never Was” became one. His eyes narrowed as he listened to them enjoying themselves. “Look at them…my former “colleagues.” They’re so relaxed and content…enjoying their life.” He growled. “It makes me so pissed off!” He thrust a hand out and, in a swirl of flower petals, a long scythe with a pink blade appeared in his hands. “Roxas… He’s the Nobody of the one who defeated me, and cost me EVERYTHING! And Axel…” The man shook with rage and tightened his grip on his scythe. “Axel! Just hearing his name makes my blood boil!! Everything was going according to plan until HE stepped in! The organization was in my grasp and so was the Keyblade, but Axel had to mess everything up!!” The more the man thought, the angrier he became…and the angrier he became, the more he wanted vengeance.

TO BE CONTINUED