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Like Shooting Stars (Parts 1 and 2)

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B.O.B ft Paramore – Airplanes

"Can we pretend that airplanes
in the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now… "


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Part 1 – By Winters Lightning: (winters-lightning.deviantart.c…)

The red shuttle juddered as it shot along the exit platform. Ahead, a thin strip of light illuminated the hangar doors as they began to open. Inside the cockpit, Axel pushed sweaty strands of hair away from his face, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His hands blurred across the ship's vast control panel, pushing buttons and flipping switches in a mad flurry.

A warning light began to flash above his head, its neon lights casting his pale face in shocking contrasts of light and dark. He cursed as a Code Red alarm began to blare from ship's speakers, and told himself it was the only way. He had to leave. Nobody could make it out there alone. Not even Roxas.

Roxas - who had always seemed so cold, emotionless… effective.

The perfect soldier, the others had said. But Axel knew better. He'd always known there was something different about him. The kid had asked too many questions. Questions that drilled into his ears, his mind, and lingered there like ghosts. Spectres that clung to his thoughts, and ate away facts and reason until things that had seemed so simple before now felt vague and uncertain.

A shrill voice crackled through the ship's speakers.

"Axel!" It was Larxene. Axel supposed he should have been worried, but a quiet calm was settling upon him, dulling sounds and making time slow and sluggish. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?" He almost smiled. She was pissed.

But it didn't matter. All that mattered was Roxas.

Roxas - who's quiet disposition hid a grin that could cut through fire. Just 15, with eyes as sharp as any adult. If not sharper. He was structured, rigid, composed. But when that kid's back was against the wall he could fight like a wildcat.

Larxene's shriek pierced his thoughts. " – bony ass back here! Over. Over, Goddamnit!"

"Shit." He murmured, reaching for the radio's transmitter. He hadn't expected them to catch on so quickly.  

A small green light flashed at the top of the control panel, and like a dream, Larxene's voice faded away.

They were too late. The hangar doors were fully open and he was firing up the main engines. There was no turning back now. Axel stared numbly out at the endless stars ahead of him, wrapped a silent wish tight around his heart, and threw the last of his caution to the winds.

In a burst of sound, he was thrust into the dark abyss of space, folding into its vast embrace with one thing in mind:

Roxas - who had opened his eyes to the truth.

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Part 2 – By Inked-Pawprints: (inked-pawprints.deviantart.com…)

The stars wheeled and cavorted above him, needle-picks of burning light in the vast darkness as he shot forward, faster than any measure of a clock's ticking.


His fingers shook as he clutched the aviator's stick-shift, gearing the controls to better stabilize the shuttle. Axel scoffed in disgust; he had taken one of the lesser ships in his haste to escape from the Organization's base. There had been no time to be picky, but still. At least the thing was up to date on all modifications, so it would be able to hold out in a fight if necessary.


The empty endlessness flashed by the windshield, infinite with the possibilities of getting lost. Out here, there was no luck, no way back once you left the base. They had been told as much, facts drilled into their minds until it was the norm to accept what was told. Never leave the base. Never, under any circumstance, leave the base.


Of course, they had all filled their share of patrols, taking the ships around the fortress of titanium and back again, learning how to survive in this new frontier. They were part of a mission, part of the 'greater good', sent to find a better tomorrow in a hopeless today.


He sneered as the notion presented itself to his mind. Please. A better tomorrow? as if anything existed. As fresh meat , he had figured that the idea was true, a slogan worth being shot out millions of miles away from home. A better tomorrow- it was code for the question of space could be traversed and colonized, made into a new establishment for human use.


Roxas had been the turning point, the kid with sharp eyes and sharper wits. He had been the one to upset their little home away from home, raising eyebrows at the standards given and challenging them. God, the kid was amazing.


He knew he was a fighter from the start; there was a glint in those eyes, a light that hinted at steel in the spine. He had grabbed Xemnas's attention from the start, blowing in from Earth at such a young age and rising quickly to the top ranks. Everyone loved Roxas, the kid that could kill in less than ten seconds with one swift motion.


He was a role-model, name circled in red ink on files that screamed of his perfection. And damn if he didn't prove himself, the epitome of a soldier.


And now there he was, uncovering the unspeakable and going off to set things right. Hell, he didn't give two shits about the good and the bad; the paycheck had been enough for him to reach a decision. But Roxas, Roxas, the best of the best, had upset the system and sent them both cartwheeling away from what he had taken for granted and into the fiasco with no clear way out.


And he didn't regret it.


Roxas had shown him there was better out there, that there was going to be a bright new start. He owed it to the kid to follow him into the gaping jaws of uncertainty.


There was something else there, too. He knew it just wasn't because of a debt that he was following him into the unknown, but he would never admit it. Love had no place here. Then again, Roxas just destroyed the axiomatic truths he had lived with; maybe it was time for change.

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"And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?"


PARTS 3, 4 & 5: [link]

Hello all =)

I'm becoming rather fond of this. It was originally in my scraps, due to not being purely my work. But I've decided to let it roam free in my gallery.


This is a co-op piece of writing between myself and Inked-Pawprints ([link]). The plan was to go back and forth writing the same story without talking about the plot as we went to see where two separate minds might take us.

I'm quite enjoying the element of the unknown *spooky noises* It's quite liberating not to be worrying about the plot too much - there's no point in that when you have no idea where the other person might take the tale.


Please do let me know what you think. I'd be very interested to find out what people think of this idea, if we have different writing styles, or even if anyone else might want to give it a try some day.

Feedback is my drug, as always. =D x
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VenDuckie's avatar
gaaaaaah. This is awesome.

You do have different writing styles, but they're not that different and they just so happen to compliment each other so it works out really well!
It seems like the two of you have spoken about the plot, which as you haven't, just goddamn adds to the effect of it so far.

At least that's what i think~