scratched the fic itch
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whitereflectionTitle: one three eight one three : The Numerology of You and I
Fandom: Axel/Roxas (Kingdom Hearts 2)
Note: I am weird. But what the heck. Bits of the first paragraph have been lurking in my head awhile, might as well make something of 'em, since I've got the itch. Also, I have a weird story-telling style. : /
Once upon a time, Axel died.
He was hit while riding his bike by a car whose driver had a blood-alcohol level of .08 and who was going thirteen miles over the speed limit. Later he was told he'd been thrown thirteen feet, and had rolled limp as a ragdoll for eight more.
His heart stopped and his breathing ceased for eight seconds before paramedics brought him back.
It was his birthday, August 13; he was thirteen years old.
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It was then, while he recovered from the accident (eight weeks hospital stay with one major surgery, three more minor outpatient operations later), that Axel first became obsessed with the numbers eight and thirteen. During that time of restless healing, his bored-as-hell-(sorry-mom-I-meant-heck) mind drew huge red mental circles around every time in his life when they'd been important--which was often. Very, very often.
He'd been born at 1:38 in the morning, in 1986 (there was the eight, and if you subtracted the six from nineteen it left thirteen). His birth mother had given him up for adoption to a couple who'd been trying to have children for thirteen years; they later adopted seven more. At the time he was struck by the car, he was 138 centimeters tall (only 4 feet, 6 inches, extremely short for a boy his age--how ironic that he'd rocket to a height of 183 centimeters, exactly 6 feet, by the time he was age eighteen and three months). He was 83 pounds, 83.1 by the digital scale at his doctor's office (again ironic that years later he'd never be able to get much above 138, leaving him perpetually skinny). They didn't move often during his childhood, but every time they did the address and phone number featured one, three, and eight predominantly, and/or added up to some combination featuring the digits.
And so on, and so on.
It wasn't that they were his lucky numbers or favorite ones, or that they were simply a fascination to him. Axel quickly grew to consider them *HIS* numbers, and they were as important and integral to him as his blood and his brain and his bones. Maybe they were part of his *genes* he once told his bemused parents--to which his mother wondered aloud whether perhaps he'd been watching too much of the Discovery Channel, and would he like to relax a little bit and watch something fun like Spongebob? Until, after they'd turned on the television, he'd offhandedly noted it was episode number 318. His parents had blinked at each other in raised-eyebrow silence, bemusedly watched the show along with him, and then had never broached the subject again. Not even when he graduated thirteenth in his high school class of 813, or when he told them how his college track coach noted that Axel's blood pressure was always 113 over 80, or when every semester he'd proudly revealed his grade point average to be 3.81 on the 4.0 scale.
And so on, and so on, and so on.
.- - - - ... - - - - -.. .- - - - ...- -
Axel never questioned *why* the numbers eight and thirteen were such a big part of his life. He just knew they were, and the roman numerals he'd self-tattooed on the inside of each wrist back during high school--VIII on the left, XIII on the right--though now fuzzy-edged and faded to a dull blue, were a constant visible reminder of that fact.
So on March 18 (3/18/08, specifically, a Tuesday, thus the third day of the week), when he was twenty-one (thirteen plus eight, eight plus thirteen), he knew something was going to happen. There was import etched on every number he saw as he rang up the register at the Starbuck's he managed. Pulling his hair back once more into the same spiky, red ponytail he wore each day--for the eighth time already, for freak's sake, the elastic band was too damned stretched and worn--he washed his hands, and turned around once more to the counter...
It was the oddest sensation to literally see the face of destiny (It was something similar to, he would say later, being solidly thumped upside the head with a Nerf bat). Staring for a too-long moment at the customer standing in front of him, Axel didn't see numbers visible anywhere on the blond young man; but he *knew* they were there, somehow, in some way. There was thirteen and there was eight coded into that guy's genes just like they were for Axel. He was absolutely, positively certain of it as he lost himself in the youth's gem-bright blue eyed gaze.
Distantly he realized he needed to break the silence, to at least offer a greeting and pretend to conduct business, even if his mind was reeling and jumping into mental piles of number-leaves. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the youth looked down at his watch, started, and abruptly held up a hand, gesturing stop. "Wait," he said.
Glancing down, Axel could just barely see the digital readout on the glowing face of the watch. It was set on military time, hours, minutes, and seconds. 13:08:08...09...10...11...12...13....
The young man suddenly looked up again, an abashed smile on his face. "Sorry. Had to be the right time." His voice sent sparks along Axel's spine, and he gripped the counter to keep himself from jumping over it. "I'm...my name's Roxas. I've passed by here a few times...eight times I mean, not that that's important. But I think I might know you. I mean, I *know* I know you, somehow. Would it be too weird if I gave you my phone number, and...maybe we could go out sometime? To talk?"
Axel blinked. Then he was grinning like an idiot, he knew for sure he was. "Hell, we could go out for anything," he replied, his grin edging towards a smirk full of wicked promise, barely able to hear himself over the catcalls and whoops of his employees. Though really, despite that reaction, everyone in the store probably thought him something of a goofball for blindly accepting an invitation from a stranger. But this Roxas, this was no stranger, he could *feel* it in his blood and his brain and his bones, all the way down to his genes where the numbers were. But there was still applause as he and Roxas wrote down and handed each other their phone numbers, Roxas immediately programming it into his cel--and how terribly fitting that for each the three digits added to eight and the four digits added to thirteen. And then his employees were shoving him from behind the counter and out the door, claiming it was time for his break when he knew and they knew he'd taken a break just the hour before.
He'd stood outside in the sun, chattering excitedly with Roxas, filled with a feeling like he was spinning, dancing, on fire, all at the same time. And thirteen minutes later, he'd waved as the other drove off, after they'd agreed to meet that evening at eight.
Thirteen dates, and Axel would call his parents to tell them that he and Roxas were officially a couple. Eight months, and he would call again to say that he and Roxas were going to be moving in together. His family wasn't surprised; they said they'd seen it written in the stars. Axel chuckled, retorting that he'd seen it written in the numbers.
"Oh, Axel," his mother had said in that long-suffering, eye-roll tone of voice. But wasn't it funny how she'd found them an address plate made from wrought iron at a craft show, and without even asking had gotten them one that read "813". And wasn't it funny that when finally found a house they wanted to buy, the address plate was correct?
.- - - - ... - - - - -.. .- - - - ...- -
The only way Axel broke the pattern thirteen and eight had imprinted his life was that he only fell in love one time. But that was okay, Roxas told him, when Axel admitted this late one night. After all, he'd only fallen in love once, too.
****
Note the second: The line breaks? Morse code, for certain numbers, which ones should be obvious. Also, unlike the other two short fic bits I've done for these two, this one's set here in Omaha. I picture the Starbuck's to be the one I frequent at 120th and Center strip mall.
Fandom: Axel/Roxas (Kingdom Hearts 2)
Note: I am weird. But what the heck. Bits of the first paragraph have been lurking in my head awhile, might as well make something of 'em, since I've got the itch. Also, I have a weird story-telling style. : /
Once upon a time, Axel died.
He was hit while riding his bike by a car whose driver had a blood-alcohol level of .08 and who was going thirteen miles over the speed limit. Later he was told he'd been thrown thirteen feet, and had rolled limp as a ragdoll for eight more.
His heart stopped and his breathing ceased for eight seconds before paramedics brought him back.
It was his birthday, August 13; he was thirteen years old.
.- - - - ...- - - - -.. .- - - - ...- -
It was then, while he recovered from the accident (eight weeks hospital stay with one major surgery, three more minor outpatient operations later), that Axel first became obsessed with the numbers eight and thirteen. During that time of restless healing, his bored-as-hell-(sorry-mom-I-meant-heck) mind drew huge red mental circles around every time in his life when they'd been important--which was often. Very, very often.
He'd been born at 1:38 in the morning, in 1986 (there was the eight, and if you subtracted the six from nineteen it left thirteen). His birth mother had given him up for adoption to a couple who'd been trying to have children for thirteen years; they later adopted seven more. At the time he was struck by the car, he was 138 centimeters tall (only 4 feet, 6 inches, extremely short for a boy his age--how ironic that he'd rocket to a height of 183 centimeters, exactly 6 feet, by the time he was age eighteen and three months). He was 83 pounds, 83.1 by the digital scale at his doctor's office (again ironic that years later he'd never be able to get much above 138, leaving him perpetually skinny). They didn't move often during his childhood, but every time they did the address and phone number featured one, three, and eight predominantly, and/or added up to some combination featuring the digits.
And so on, and so on.
It wasn't that they were his lucky numbers or favorite ones, or that they were simply a fascination to him. Axel quickly grew to consider them *HIS* numbers, and they were as important and integral to him as his blood and his brain and his bones. Maybe they were part of his *genes* he once told his bemused parents--to which his mother wondered aloud whether perhaps he'd been watching too much of the Discovery Channel, and would he like to relax a little bit and watch something fun like Spongebob? Until, after they'd turned on the television, he'd offhandedly noted it was episode number 318. His parents had blinked at each other in raised-eyebrow silence, bemusedly watched the show along with him, and then had never broached the subject again. Not even when he graduated thirteenth in his high school class of 813, or when he told them how his college track coach noted that Axel's blood pressure was always 113 over 80, or when every semester he'd proudly revealed his grade point average to be 3.81 on the 4.0 scale.
And so on, and so on, and so on.
.- - - - ... - - - - -.. .- - - - ...- -
Axel never questioned *why* the numbers eight and thirteen were such a big part of his life. He just knew they were, and the roman numerals he'd self-tattooed on the inside of each wrist back during high school--VIII on the left, XIII on the right--though now fuzzy-edged and faded to a dull blue, were a constant visible reminder of that fact.
So on March 18 (3/18/08, specifically, a Tuesday, thus the third day of the week), when he was twenty-one (thirteen plus eight, eight plus thirteen), he knew something was going to happen. There was import etched on every number he saw as he rang up the register at the Starbuck's he managed. Pulling his hair back once more into the same spiky, red ponytail he wore each day--for the eighth time already, for freak's sake, the elastic band was too damned stretched and worn--he washed his hands, and turned around once more to the counter...
It was the oddest sensation to literally see the face of destiny (It was something similar to, he would say later, being solidly thumped upside the head with a Nerf bat). Staring for a too-long moment at the customer standing in front of him, Axel didn't see numbers visible anywhere on the blond young man; but he *knew* they were there, somehow, in some way. There was thirteen and there was eight coded into that guy's genes just like they were for Axel. He was absolutely, positively certain of it as he lost himself in the youth's gem-bright blue eyed gaze.
Distantly he realized he needed to break the silence, to at least offer a greeting and pretend to conduct business, even if his mind was reeling and jumping into mental piles of number-leaves. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the youth looked down at his watch, started, and abruptly held up a hand, gesturing stop. "Wait," he said.
Glancing down, Axel could just barely see the digital readout on the glowing face of the watch. It was set on military time, hours, minutes, and seconds. 13:08:08...09...10...11...12...13....
The young man suddenly looked up again, an abashed smile on his face. "Sorry. Had to be the right time." His voice sent sparks along Axel's spine, and he gripped the counter to keep himself from jumping over it. "I'm...my name's Roxas. I've passed by here a few times...eight times I mean, not that that's important. But I think I might know you. I mean, I *know* I know you, somehow. Would it be too weird if I gave you my phone number, and...maybe we could go out sometime? To talk?"
Axel blinked. Then he was grinning like an idiot, he knew for sure he was. "Hell, we could go out for anything," he replied, his grin edging towards a smirk full of wicked promise, barely able to hear himself over the catcalls and whoops of his employees. Though really, despite that reaction, everyone in the store probably thought him something of a goofball for blindly accepting an invitation from a stranger. But this Roxas, this was no stranger, he could *feel* it in his blood and his brain and his bones, all the way down to his genes where the numbers were. But there was still applause as he and Roxas wrote down and handed each other their phone numbers, Roxas immediately programming it into his cel--and how terribly fitting that for each the three digits added to eight and the four digits added to thirteen. And then his employees were shoving him from behind the counter and out the door, claiming it was time for his break when he knew and they knew he'd taken a break just the hour before.
He'd stood outside in the sun, chattering excitedly with Roxas, filled with a feeling like he was spinning, dancing, on fire, all at the same time. And thirteen minutes later, he'd waved as the other drove off, after they'd agreed to meet that evening at eight.
Thirteen dates, and Axel would call his parents to tell them that he and Roxas were officially a couple. Eight months, and he would call again to say that he and Roxas were going to be moving in together. His family wasn't surprised; they said they'd seen it written in the stars. Axel chuckled, retorting that he'd seen it written in the numbers.
"Oh, Axel," his mother had said in that long-suffering, eye-roll tone of voice. But wasn't it funny how she'd found them an address plate made from wrought iron at a craft show, and without even asking had gotten them one that read "813". And wasn't it funny that when finally found a house they wanted to buy, the address plate was correct?
.- - - - ... - - - - -.. .- - - - ...- -
The only way Axel broke the pattern thirteen and eight had imprinted his life was that he only fell in love one time. But that was okay, Roxas told him, when Axel admitted this late one night. After all, he'd only fallen in love once, too.
****
Note the second: The line breaks? Morse code, for certain numbers, which ones should be obvious. Also, unlike the other two short fic bits I've done for these two, this one's set here in Omaha. I picture the Starbuck's to be the one I frequent at 120th and Center strip mall.
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Date: 2007-04-12 04:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-12 03:27 pm (UTC)Eternal adoration for youuuuu ^__^ ♥ (Hah, not like you didn't have that already, but still.)
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Date: 2007-04-12 06:17 pm (UTC)Butbut...holy shit D: Di~ you seriously need to write more. In general. Lots. You have such a way with words :E DO NOT HIDE THE TALENTSES :E:E:E
HAPPY GLEE FACE RIGHT NOW OMG.
This is amazing T_T
Have some jame 8D
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Date: 2007-04-13 12:37 am (UTC)*massivesquooshhugs♥♥* (But truly, I really mean it. Thank you thank you~ )
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Date: 2007-04-13 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 05:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 12:58 am (UTC)I knew at some point, somebody would write a fic about Axel and Roxas' numbers. I'm just glad it wasn't me because I have enough going on right now.
KICK-ASS.
And ROXAS WAITED UNTIL 13:08:13!!! That is THE BEST thing EVER. Roxas is so punctual that he sets his watch to military time!
And if it were NORMAL time: 01:08:13 PM.
Which means it's the ONE time they both fall in love!
Either that, or it stands for an Axel/Roxas/Xemnas threesome. :D
Which would be FRICKING hot.(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 05:20 pm (UTC)And thank you! ♥♥ To be told KICK ASS makes me go all \:D/ and giddy. So adore and appreciate the comment ^___^
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 05:21 pm (UTC)Awww!
Date: 2007-04-13 02:51 am (UTC)Re: Awww!
Date: 2007-04-13 05:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 04:42 am (UTC)813 is also a code for 'I love you' - Eight letters, one meaning, three words. Or something like that. >3 More proof of AkuRoku loveliness!
Ahem. xD But yes, awesome fic! You definitely thought of everything. :D ♥
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Date: 2007-04-13 05:26 pm (UTC)And ♥&hearts! That's so *cool* about 813 XD~! I wish I would have known that, would have been awesome as heck to work it in. What a neat coincidence X3 I'm amused as heck.
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Date: 2007-04-13 06:29 am (UTC)That was just absolutely lovely and brilliant and OMG.. words fail me. What a lovely concept to base a fic on :D:D I love Axel for all those number connections, and for the tattoos, and for Roxas and his "had to be the right time" and Axel seeing the face of destiny, and feeling like he was dancing on fire and how they only broke the pattern just once and that how they finally, finally, finally got their happy ending.
If I don't make sense, it's only because I'm incoherant with squee. Squee!
"His family wasn't surprised; they said they'd seen it written in the stars. Axel chuckled, retorting that he'd seen it written in the numbers. -> ♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-04-13 05:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-14 04:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-15 10:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-14 11:59 am (UTC)<3 Love this~
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Date: 2007-04-15 10:47 pm (UTC)And your icon so makes me grin. Would be fun as heck to do an Axel cosplay, especially without having to do a wig. :D
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Date: 2007-04-16 01:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-16 02:59 am (UTC)And well, since I was snooping there, I was wondering if you'd mind if I friended you? Wouldn't be demanding/expecting the same back--but nice to see someone who's fanning on some things I am. :D
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Date: 2007-04-16 09:32 am (UTC)And sure thing :D I'll friend you back~~! <3
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Date: 2007-04-15 01:58 am (UTC)^-^
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Date: 2007-04-15 10:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-01 12:56 am (UTC)I read this through without once taking my eyes off the screen, it was that portent. Like a claw to the guts. Especially this line:
There was thirteen and there was eight coded into that guy's genes
For some reason, it reminded me of Salman Rushdie's writing, especially Midnight's Children. It's that sense of unshakable destiny. I'm just, I am floored.
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:12 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you so very much! Your comment had me flying high when I saw it this past weekend, and I'm still feeling that amazement that someone could think such awesome things of my writing. It makes me happier than I can express to have gotten such a reaction. ♥
To be honest, I haven't read any Rushdie (have heard of him, of course). But now I think I might at least take a look at this title, add him in general to my reading list. Such a massive compliment, and you have my utmost gratitude!
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Date: 2007-07-03 04:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-02 12:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-07-03 07:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-03 04:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-06 01:15 am (UTC)I might have very belatedly traipsed in here after re-reading the Put Your Hands Into The Fire springkink fic *again*, and I might adore this fic too so much I'm going to have to favourite it.
Would it be too cheeky to ask if I can friend you? You just seem... awesome. And you play World of Warcraft, which is even awesomer ^_^. I promise, I'll try not to be a pest!
(Even though, uh, this would be my fourth or so comment on a total of two fics of yours? Is that getting stalkerish? ^^)
<3!
Date: 2007-10-06 02:22 pm (UTC)Friending is always okay :D I must admit, I'd snooped at your LJ back during the springkink run, and would have friended you then, but I'm a chicken. ^^; So hi hi, and I'm definitely friending back.
(And gah! I haven't checked the springkink comm in so long, I never realized there was another round of it >_< Duh...at least I'll have to go read stuff. Ohman, I'm looking forward to that witchcraft prompt you list--and Learning to Share *wins*! *rolls in it happily* Creative sort of fixit and I so dig that :D And the "Mr you're on fire Mr gets sunburn" line made me *giggle* X3 That song will never cease to rule.)
Heh, must stop babbling, but yay WoW fan :D You still play?
Re: <3!
Date: 2007-10-11 10:04 pm (UTC)Awesomesticks on the friending thing :D, I've added you but like I think I said, I'm a terribly sporadic commenter; sometimes it's like I MUST COMMENT ON EVERY POST, other days it's like "Erm, have I said anything to them this... year?". So feel free to give me a nudge if I'm annoying you with one extreme or the other, I won't take offense.
There weren't many Kingdom Hearts prompts this round at all which is a pain because I've just got into writing those guys! Ah, well. Gives me time for my Chain of Memories manga to arrive so I can flick through and understand all the Org characters more.
And thank you! :D, Learning to Share I'm quite pleased with because it came out just about the way I wanted it. I think the Axel/Reno one got all the best lines and is probably slightly better written but I don't like it quite as much because it's a bit mean-spirited next to Learning to Share. And I *like* happy endings, damnit (Maybe I'm sensing a theme in why I adore the fics or yours that I've read? ^_-).
And yes! I do - although at the minute I'm running around finishing off Springkink so I've not been up to much on it. Both my mains are called Embers on European servers; got a night elf huntress on Terenas and a human paladin on Bladefist. I'm pretty certain I'm going to say sod it and make a blood elf rogue or warlock soon though as soon as there's another normal server handy where the name 'Embers' is free XD. I've made alts before under different names but for some reason I seem to have stupid amounts of luck with loot when I'm playing under my name of choice ^_-.
What're your characters? If, you know, I'm allowed to be nosey and ask.
(It's terrible but while I always had fun with the Warcraft games I only got hooked when I played Frozen Throne and went "Hold on a sec, so what's the story with Illidan and Kael?", and yeah. I'm a bit shameless that way. Even if the WoW plotline screws with that a fair bit ^^)
(Also, the fact that Warcraft has female characters who don't suck makes it extra made of win for me. I *love* the girls in it)
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Date: 2007-12-19 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-29 11:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-03-17 07:48 am (UTC)Also, speaking of serendipity, tomorrow is 3/18/08. *glees privately*
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Date: 2009-01-22 06:10 pm (UTC)So totally memorizing that! It's absolutely delicious <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 <- I'm sorry I'm such a retard but I really can't express my love for this anyhow else but with thousands of these hearts :D