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18 March 2009 @ 11:58 pm
fanfic: asterisk*  
Uhh, I've owed this one since last year.
Anyway, the prompt was, 'genie in a bottle'. When I asked angryfaced for further elaboration, she said, 'just, make Roxas the genie 8DDD and he must be live a nice, non-teapot thing. and there must be laws for the wishes because Axel might just wish for something absurd. like burning the house or something.' So I kinda ended up with, uhh. this. =X=;; I'll edit some stuff when I'm back from Malaysia. :3

For you, wifey. I am incompetent, but you are alwaaays awesome, * 3*

Title: Asterisk*
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Axel/Roxas, gotta squint for it, though.
Summary: He grants wishes.




RULE 1: Your wish must not adversely affect others.

“Hear my wish,” Axel demands. “I want a fucking promotion.”

“It doesn’t work that way, and you know it,” Roxas says, snappishly. “Stop slacking and pissing your boss off.”

“My boss is a fucktard,” Axel declares, ruthlessly. “He has no brains, and no eyes. I’ve been working in that company for five years! And not a single promotion. I feel used, taken advantage of. And! I do not sleep at my desk. I rest. After grueling hours of staring at the fucking computer screen.”

“Your promotion will be a liability to the company,” Roxas shrugs. “Tough luck, bastard.”

“You’re fucking useless!” Axel screams.



RULE 2: You are not allowed to wish for the harm/death of others, human and non-human.

“Kill my boss,” Axel moans, staggering into Roxas’s office one day, hunchbacked, and pathetic. “Kill him. Make him implode.”

“Sorry, not happening,” Roxas says, tonelessly. He’s tackling his mountain of paperwork, again. “And I’m not your psychiatrist, for God’s sake. Stop coming to me all the time.”

“He’s cutting my pay!”

“Stop sleeping at your desk,” Roxas suggests.



RULE 3: You are not allowed to wish for the resurrection of others, human and non-human.

“Get out of my office,” Roxas snaps. “I’m busy today, get out – what the fuck is that?

“Have some pity; they cut my gas,” Axel mumbles. A bottle of shampoo, a bar of soap, and a slightly mildew-infested towel are stuffed into a plastic container. “Let me use your TV, too.”

“Fucking hell, no.”



Half an hour later, Axel is lounging on Roxas’s extremely comfortable, luxurious leather sofa, a clean, mildew-free towel draped over his head.

“You have twenty minutes,” Roxas warns. “Not a minute more –”

“You know,” Axel says, blatantly ignoring Roxas, “Demyx was on that plane.”

He points to the television screen, and Roxas realises it’s the news. A plane bound for Twilight Town crash-landed onto one of Midgar’s military airstrips.

“Who’s Demyx?” Roxas asks, quietly.

“Somebody,” Axel replies. “Colleague. He’s a failure, like me. Except that he’s still got some shred of musical talent. He was sent to Traverse Town by the company, some days back.”

Roxas stays silent. He listens, patiently.

“Wants to go to music school, but he’s got to build up some cash first,” Axel says. “I don’t give a shit about him.”

“Hmm.”

Axel picks up the remote, and stabs the button a few times till he gets the movie channel.

“Is he a goner?” he asks, after a while.

Roxas pauses, and replies, “I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“For fuck’s sake, I don’t give a shit about him. He’s Zexion’s little buddy. I just want to know.”

“He’s gone,” Roxas says, impassively. “He was sitting in front.”



RULE 4: You have one wish.

“How many have I got left?”

“That is an incredibly stupid question.”

“Only one. I’ve got to make the most of it, huh?”

“That’s none of my business. I don’t care if you use it to conjure toilet paper.”



RULE 5: Your wish must not affect Him adversely, and, should it affect Him in any way, the effects should not last more than 24 Earth hours.

“I got fired,” Axel announces.

“About time,” Roxas says, unsympathetically. “Come to wish for a new job?”

“No,” Axel says. “I think I’ll make my wish today, though. But, first – a shower! My gas got cut again. I might really be in trouble this time, though. There’s no more money coming in.”

He laughs, and Roxas swears, colourfully.



Axel emerges from the bathroom, minutes later, looking somewhat proud of himself.

“I’ve decided,” he says.

“Oh?”

“I want you to be a human,” Axel says. “A proper one. With uh, you know – the proper innards. Heart. Feelings. Sympathy. Yes, you need lots of sympathy. And compassion for the less fortunate.”

Roxas rolls his eyes. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

“You never are. And I’m serious!”

Roxas points to the poster on his wall, the one and only he has. The title is in big, blocky letters, the words are conspicuously bold.

“Read Number Five. When you’re done, clear out.”



Axel comes bouncing back the next day, glowing with youthful enthusiasm.

“What, what?” Roxas groans, utterly vexed. “What now? Shower? Go ahead. TV? Take it back with you!”

“No, not that,” Axel snorts. “I’m going to wish again.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll rephrase, though.”

Roxas blinks, disbelieving, shocked.

“I want you to be human, for one day,” Axel says, loudly. “A proper one. With innards. And feelings.”



“You are an idiot,” Roxas barks. “A fool. A retard. A lunatic. Your wish would’ve been better off used to conjure toilet paper.”

“Shut up, and come with me,” Axel snorts. “We’re going to miss the bus.”



So Axel drags Roxas all over Twilight Town with childish glee. At the amusement park, they take only the most exhilarating rides. At the arcade, Axel beats Roxas at everything, much to the poor, inexperienced fellow’s chagrin. At the clocktower, Axel buys two bars of sea-salt ice cream, and proceeds to drag Roxas to the top floor.

“Is it – huff – fun for you – puff – to – huff-puff – climb up – puff – this monstrously large – huff-huff – building?”

“Look, idiot,” Axel says, and points to the sunset – red-gold sky, splotched with orange and yellow, the blue invisible, the clouds a texture. “Look. You don’t get views like this from your dingy little office.”

No. He doesn’t.

Axel shoves a bar of sea-salt ice cream into his hands.

“Here.”

Roxas takes a bite.

“It’s bloody salty,” he splutters.

“But it’s fucking good,” Axel says, absently, chomping off a quarter of his bar.

For once, Roxas thinks, they agree on something.



Some weeks later, Roxas will sit back, and think, and reflect, and marvel at how good it all was, while it lasted.



RULE 6: When He has granted you your wish, and your wish has been fulfilled, you are not meet Him again.

When Axel goes plodding off to Roxas’s office again, container of toiletries in hand, he will find that the office is gone – the luxurious sofa, the big, expensive-looking wooden desk, the bathroom with the shower stall he’s used numerous times, the compact refrigerator that stands in a corner of the office – all gone.

All that’s left, Axel will find, is the television set, with the poster of Roxas’s rules stuck onto it, the Sixth Rule highlighted in outrageous, eye-searing hot pink, circled, and underlined with a marker.

Axel will recall Roxas’s words, and they will ring, obnoxiously, stubbornly, bad-temperedly, loudly in his ears,

What now? Shower? Go ahead. TV? Take it back with you!
 
 
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natalia: when i look at you i see starsangryfaced on March 24th, 2009 11:53 am (UTC)
): I KNOW. MY MUM KEEPS SCOLDING AND NAGGING ABOUT HOW I ALWAYS USE THE COMPUTER. AND NOW I HAVE 3 TUITIONS A WEEK. SHITTY.

HAHA I LOVE IT WHEN ROXY IS BAD-TEMPERED. I THINK IT'S CUTE~! JUST LIKE THE BOYS OVER FLOWERS GUY...WHOOOOOOO
+HiRO+: 涼宮ハルヒhiroya_chan on March 24th, 2009 11:59 am (UTC)
OMG OMG 3? ;O;;
DO YOUR BEST WIFEY

ANY KIND OF ROXY IS CUTE TO YOU =X=;;
HAHAHAHAHHH I KNOW NUTS ABOUT BOYS OVER FLOWERSS
natalia: WTFangryfaced on March 24th, 2009 12:01 pm (UTC)
); KK WIFEY VERY ARIGATO

LOL HOW'D YOU GUESS
AWWW DID YOU WATCH THE JAP ONE? OR THE TAIWAN ONE?

OH MY RESULTS SUCKS BTW >( I FAILED CHINESE
+HiRO+: 飛びたいhiroya_chan on March 24th, 2009 12:04 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAHH I MUST JUST BE VERY SMART
NEITHER! BUT I HAVE THE MOVIE (I THINK IT'S THE JAPANESE ONE? I KINDA REMEMBER SEEING OGURI SHUN ON THE FRONT COVER) SITTING SOMEWHERE IN MY CUPBOARD, WAITING TO BE WATCHED!

ASDJGHKLASDF MY RESULTS SUCK ASS FOR CHINESE, TOO
MY CHINESE = GONE CASE
ZF is nice, but I don't understand a word she's saying. ;O;
natalia: uhhhangryfaced on March 24th, 2009 12:07 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAH
NO

HAHA WATCH IT! I GENERALLY THINK THE GIRL IS QUITE TROUBLESOME, BUT I LOVE THE GIRL'S FRIEND AND THE OTHER F4 GUY GETTING TOGETHER. ESP IN THE KOREAN ONE THEY ARE TOO CUTE!

WELL I FAILED ABOUT 3 SUBJECTS, THEN THE REST JUST PASS.
UGH YOU KNOW MY CLASS TEST I GOT 36.5/100
HOW CRAP UGH
I UNDERSTAND HER, I TAKE NOTES IN CLASS, BUT ITS JUST. NOTHING WE LEARN ON THE TEXTBK EVER COMES OUT FOR EXAMS
+HiRO+: 落ち込んでるhiroya_chan on March 24th, 2009 12:11 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH
YES

WILL DO, WILL DO - AFTER THIS WEEK! THIS WEEK IS SO HECTIC. RUSH FOR HOMEWORK, ARRANGE FILES, BLAH BLAHHH.

CHILL CHILL. WHICH 3? ;A;;
I GOT 36 FOR MY CT ;_______;
CRAP INDEED
EXACTLY. HAFTA READ MORE BUT BUT. MY BASICS SO LOUSY! AUGHHHH.
natalia: WTFangryfaced on March 24th, 2009 12:16 pm (UTC)
D<

I KNOW...STUPID FILES. MY ALL-IN-ONE FILE IS CRACKED IN MANY PLACES, PAPERS ARE STARTING TO FLY OUT FROM THE BOTTOM. SO ANNOYING.

CHINESE...I GOT 40.5/100 *CRY*
THEN UH...A MATHS. OH AND THATS ALL. I DIDNT FAIL 3 AFTER ALL...LOL
LOL I EVEN FORGET SIMPLE WORDS...AIYAH WO BU ZHI DAO EIUO@IUEOIQUSIUQSIU
+HiRO+: 涼宮ハルヒhiroya_chan on March 24th, 2009 12:19 pm (UTC)
* 3*

HAHAHAHAHHH SOMETIMES SO MANY PAPERS I JUST STUFF THEM INTO MY BAG. BLEARGH BLEARGHHH.

HAHAHAHAHH, SEE! YOU IS DOING OHKAYE. 8D And it's just CTs, anyway. XP
WO YE BU ZHI DAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo
;__________________________________;
natalia: cheerios ♥angryfaced on March 24th, 2009 12:22 pm (UTC)
I USED TO DO THAT THEN I WAS LIKE. OK. TIME TO BE NEATER...

WHAT OK! MY PARENTS EXPECTS ME TO GET 70...LAWD. AND CTS ARE COUNTED WITH THE OVERALL AT END OF YEAR RIGHT...SO THEY'LL PULL DOWN THE WHOLE THING OR SMTH?

ANYWAYS MY EYES HURT SO I'M GONNA PASS OUT ALREADY. *YAWNS* NIGHTY NIGHTY DONT SLEEP TOO LATE WIFEY
+HiRO+: 飛びたいhiroya_chan on March 24th, 2009 12:24 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHAAHHH

AWW AWWWWW BEST OF LUCK IN GETTING YOUR 70!
AND, YES IT'S COUNTED...BUT IT'S NOT A VERY BIG PROPORTION...RIGHT?

GOODNIGHT <33