“Water Boy, come in! This is Eagle 14. Water Boy, do you copy?”
Silence.
You frowned darkly and hit the button again. “Water Boy, I repeat! Do you copy?”
More silence.
Now more than slightly irritated, you grounded out, “Water Boy, do you copy?”
From across the room, and not over the walkie-talkie, you heard the hopeless cry of someone in dire need to assistance.
“__(Y/N)__, I CAN’T GET THE WALKIE-TALKIE TO WOOOOORK!”
With a growl of pure frustration, you stomped one foot childishly. “Water Boy! Use the walkie-talkie!”
“BUT IT DOESN’T WORK!”
“Press the damn button, you moron!”
“…oh.”
There was a crackling on your walkie-talkie, and Demyx’s voice finally came through in the proper way. “Uh, this is… Water Boy. Do you… hear me?”
Your eyebrow was twitching, so you slapped a hand over it as you clutched the walkie-talkie with your other. “Yes, Water Boy, I hear you loud and clear.”
“So, uh… why exactly are we doing this again?”
You didn’t bother to stifle your sigh. Slowly, as if talking to a child, you said, “We’re doing this because it’s an experiment that needs doing.”
“…did Vexen ask you to do this?”
You coughed, shifting uncomfortably. Lying had never been your forte. “Um, sure, why not?”
After living in The Castle That Never Was for a few weeks, people had gotten used to you running around, performing random experiments as Vexen’s non-Nobody assistant. In return for having a place to stay and something useful to do after your one-man airship had crashed here (you hated just lazing around all day, bored out of your mind), you let them (read: Vexen) monitor you and all that jazz. They found your heart simply fascinating, while you found them, in turn, just as interesting. Just think: Nobodies were those without hearts, but they pretended to have emotions by remembering what their past lives were like. It was intriguing to the extreme!
Of course, today’s experiment was… less than that intelligent.
See, today’s experiment didn’t exactly deal with emotions or Nobodies and Somebodies. It dealt with… elements.
Axel could control fire. The other day, you had witnessed him actually burst into flames during a practice bout with Xaldin (in which Xaldin won, easy peasy). Seeing him do such a thing led you to one obvious conclusion: Axel himself must be made of fire to some extent or another.
Which meant that, should he be wet, he would be put out. He would vanish, or start to melt, or something undoubtedly interesting. He would poof, only not in the way that he poofed into existence with the portals. He would… poof out of existence, with a grand cloud of smoke from his poor, melting form.
“Oh,” said Demyx, his voice slightly tinny and crackly from over the walkie-talkie (which, by the way, had taken almost two whole hours to procure, not to mention much wheedling for Xigbar to take you out of the castle in the first place. Yeah… Vexen really wasn’t happy about that…). “I guess that’s okay then. …by the way, why did you choose your name to be Eagle 14?”
“Because I like the number fourteen. And because I believe I can fly.”
Before Demyx could retort, your eyes brightened as you spotted the person the two of you were waiting for. A large grin spread over your features, and you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Water Boy, come in, Water Boy! Target has been spotted. I repeat, target has been spotted. Proceed immediately.”
Unfortunately, there was one thing you hadn’t counted on. That most disgusting thing was the fact that, in The Castle That Never Was, the walls tended to reflect sound. In other words, no matter the room you were in, your voice would echo, even if you were whispering.
Axel quickly spotted you, his eyes narrowing slightly. You eeped and ducked behind the half-wall that kept you from falling to your death to the sparkling white floor below. “Mayday, mayday! Target has found Eagle 14! Hurry, Water Boy!”
“__(y/n)__, what the hell are you do–”
SPLASH
Slowly, tensely, you peeked over the wall to look far below at Axel. He was sopping wet, trembling with fury… and not poofing at all. You paled slightly at that. You carefully slunk back down to your hiding spot.
“Water Boy, this is Eagle 14. The mission had failed. I repeat, the mission has–”
There was a cloud of black, and suddenly Axel was standing in front of you. He was completely and utterly soaked through, but he was still in one piece. You gulped, shot to your feet quicker than the pyro had been expecting, and ran past Axel as fast as you could.
Maybe now was a good time to test out that theory that if you believed hard enough, you could fly.
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