

Jenova Baby by The-Real-NurikoJenova baby, slip some Mako under the tree, For me.Jenova Baby by The-Real-Nuriko
I've been an awful good clone, Jenova baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Jenova baby, a Fenrir too, coal black.
I'll wait up for you dear, Jenova baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.
Think of all the chaos I've caused, Think of all the recruits that I got, Next year I could be oh, so evil, If you'd check off my Christmas list, Boo doo bee doo. [background]
Jenova honey, I wanna airship, And really that's not a lot, I've been a devil all year, Jenova baby, and hur


Pain in the Axel: Ch 6The lights of the castle were slowly starting to illuminate the darkness, simulating the breaking dawn in this world that was eternally cast in night. The hallway that was once alive with the loud disturbance of an enraged nymph was now silent and still. Larxene was sitting on the cold marble floor, staring blankly in the direction Axel and Roxas had escaped. A strange sort of breeze seemed to pick up from behind her, sending a chill down her back, her gaze then fell to the floor close to her; small pink petals were lightly drifting past her before they finally settled near her knee.Pain in the Axel: Ch 6
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Pain in the Axel Ch. 3“What time is it?” Axel whispered as he leaned flat against the wall and slid toward the door a few feet away.Pain in the Axel Ch. 3
Roxas, who was mimicking the stealth tactics, glanced at his bare wrist, “I don’t know... someone didn’t let me get changed, so I didn’t put on my watch.”
“Well what help are you?!?!” His whisper cracked a bit as he leaned an ear against the door, listening to the silence in the room. “Never mind, it’s quiet... So he’s still asleep.”
“How do you know?” Roxas pondered aloud.
“Marluxia always sings show tunes in the morning... Usually ones from Oklahoma.” Axel


Pain in the Axel Ch. 10This odd room was different than any of the others they had visited this night. It was brightly lit and terribly cluttered much like Vexen’s room, but this was not from books and research notes, this room was far more dirty. It almost seemed like some sort of animal lived in this dank smelly den. There were also the odd decorations scattered through out the room: Unique guns in cases, music CDs of strange rock bands such as Aerosmith scattered from one end of the room to the other, and the occasional tacky poster of some magazine chick pinned slightly crooked to the walls. AndPain in the Axel Ch. 10