Shallot - R - Kingdom Hearts, Vexen/Garnet (Hojo/Lucrecia, Hojo/Jenova implied)

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Title: Shallot
Pairings/Characters: Vexen/Garnet, Hojo/Lucrecia, Hojo/Jenova (implied)
Rating: R
Summary: "He lifted her, so light, and her head lolled and he knew there was Nothing left. He could work with Nothing."
Word Count: 389
Warnings: Sex, AU, also I've never played Kingdom Hearts.

This is a weird little Kingdom Hearts AU fic that I wrote as a gift to a friend who was having a hard time with an RP relationship that went bad.  I know there's not any basis in canon, but I see Hojo when I hear Vexen, and that totally colored my perception of him.  So here you go; hope you like it.

She was crumpled in the shallow snow, and it was the hair that caught his eye, dark brown against the white, and the sight of her slim frame broken hurt in a way he couldn't explain. He lifted her, so light, and her head lolled and he knew there was Nothing left. He could work with Nothing.

She was so small, so light, pale skin against that dark dark hair. "Not this time," he whispered, and the words scraped across his throat. Pale he could handle. Pale, and cold, but there was no blood and that was all that mattered.

He lay her on the slab and spent a few precious minutes just staring at her before he turned to his equipment.

Restored, her hair was wheaten-pale, and that made it easier, easier to treat her like Nothing important. But when she was still and his hands were on her in his work, it hurt in a way he could not explain, that logic and science and magic said were not possible.

And she looked at him with those hungry eyes, dancing around the lab with her bright laugh and her silver smile, and he could barely stand to look at her.

"What is wrong with me?" he demanded; he was acting like -- Axel, or maybe Demyx; this passion and pain did not suit a man of his stature. A man of Science.

Without a heart, passionate should not even be possible, but he was there somehow, his hands in her again, but not in work. Not in work.

She cried out, rich and throaty, moving beneath him, and the moment was so overwhelming he saw stars. Stars, and long dark hair across his wrists, and silver hair across his thighs, and a smell he knew better than his own lab's. A name not hers, not his, in their mouths. Dark and pale and lost, he writhed with the sudden weight of his horrible failure, the death on his hands, the blood on his hands, and the still dark hair matted with blood, the broken glass and liquid on the floor while they ripped the silver angel out and away from him.

"Vexen!" she shrieked, bright ecstasy, and he should not touch her, should never have touched her, because it only led to failure and death.

He ran.

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That was weird in an awesome way. =)