With Hayner at his side and Axel slithering close behind, hands bound, Roxas made his way into the human village. This was Moirae, Aerith's village. Roxas had never been here before, but remembered Cloud used to journey here often to visit Aerith and do his part as warrior, for the warriors were in charge of protecting all the villages in the area.

It wasn't too different from Nibel, his own village, which had been destroyed five years ago, and, ironically, not very different from the naga vi

All forest inhabitants had sought shelter for the terrible storm that had been coming. Axel, a fiery colored naga with flaming red hair that looked like it could defy gravity, stayed at home during the storm. After the storm had settled down, he decided to go for a walk to see how much damage the storm had caused.Slithering through the forest, making his way towards his favorite spot, he took in the damage. Some trees had been struck, but other than that nothing bad seemed to have happened.Arriv

Yes, cliched and over done, but her's my go at M/f. This is the start of the story, vore to come as I continue it.* * *Above her the sky was filled with a dark clouds, heavy with rain yet to fall. The mouth of the cave loomed before her. Inside was pitch-black, and Evelyn couldn't see anything past the entrance. Not that she needed too, she knew perfectly well what lay beyond. A frustrated huff escaped her lips, as she slumped her head forward, long tangles of mousy brown hair falling forward co

I didn't have a death wish. I was just curious.Looking at me, people saw a tall skinny guy with messy dirty blond hair that seemed to perpetually cover my green eyes. My friends considered me a genius, the naturally gifted sort that everything comes easy to, too easy.People do a lot of stupid things to get their kicks. In high school, the thrill was hacking, but that became easy. Just like everything else. I have a thing for noir detective stories, and I thought it would be cool to hack into the

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“Roxas?”

His name was spoken gently, but desperately. Everything was hazy as Roxas slowly opened his eyes. Axel was looking down on him concerned. Roxas managed a smile. “I'm all right,” he said, blinking a few times as he tried to orient himself. Where was he?

Slowly he sat up, and found himself lying in Axel's coils. Roxas looked around, blinking in the bright sun. They were by a river, sitting on flat boulder. There was a chocobo a short ways from them, who was t

The moon was waning. Every night, its light grew fainter. In the shadow of the forest, the night seemed particularly dark, at least to Riku. Maybe that was just his point of view, everything black. The silver scaled naga's heart and mind were heavy with guilt, and it ate at him.

Roxas was as good as dead, and it was all Riku's fault. It had practically been his suggestion.

If humans are as treacherous as you say, why are we keeping one around like that?

Riku hadn't meant for Roxas to be

The sun was setting, and its golden light was hitting the surface of the pond in just the right way to make it sparkle. On the bank Sora sat staring at the water, lost in thought. Kairi was in her secret place, a cave behind the waterfall, reading a book by the light of a gas lantern. She'd fixed everything up in there. Kairi said it was her place for when she just needed to relax.�Sora thought it was nice of her to show him her hideout. They'd become fast friends, spending hours together swimmi

Ok, this fic has a sister fic called Passing On, please read it, because although it starts out as unrelated prequel, the two fics are coming to a point where event in one will affect the plot of the other. So please read: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5518408/1/Passing_On


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Naga healed faster than most creatures, and Sephiroth had been put in the best of hands possible. However, these facts were little comfort to Riku. He stayed at Sephiroth's bedside a good deal of the time, even though

Sora stood on the road, staring down the dusky trail long after the chocobo drawn wagon had disappeared, taking Cloud with it. He couldn't help feeling like he'd been abandoned, even if Cloud had explained it was for his own good. There was a chance the naga would come after him, so it was better he was someplace they wouldn't look for him. In the meantime, the village would be on high alert for possible attack.The boy understood why it was good idea, but he couldn't help feeling like this was p

Sephiroth was able to slither, but leaned heavily on Riku for support. He was losing blood, and nearly dead on his coils from pain and exhaustion. The trek was mostly uphill, and the going was slow, but Riku urged Sephiroth on.“Come on,” he panted heavily “almost there.” Riku was much smaller than his mentor, but he managed to support his weight.Sephiroth made no response, but for his part acted as though he needed no encouragement, and continued onward. Both knew time wa

In the clearing there was nothing to obscure the bright light of the moon and stars. It seemed almost as bright as morning. When Sora looked up at Riku, he could clearly see his friend's face and stare into his eyes

He did not like what he saw there.Riku's eyes seemed cold and determined as the naga leaned closer to him, and opened his mouth. For the third time that night Sora felt a warm soft tongue pass over his face to taste him. He flinched and tried to turn his face away, but couldn't mov

WARNING: contains threats of being eaten and hinted threats of non-con

If only the world wouldn't get in the way

Chapter 2

If only people would just let you play

Sora hurried back the way he came. However, in his haste he was far from quiet. Branches snapped as he pushed through them, and the vegetation crunched underneath his feet.

Riku groaned at that. If anyone was trying to track Sora down they could do it blind folded, even without using their sense of smell.At least Sora was g

I posted this on my DA and Y!gal accounts first, but I figured some people here might like it.

Pairing: Riku/Sora

Summary: A retelling of the Fox and Hound story with a very au twist. Naga and humans hate each other, but the human Sora and the naga Riku became friends before they knew they were supposed to be enemies. However, neither can escape the hatred that divides their people and threatens to tear them apart.

Warnings: AU, very AU. Riku and half the cast are naga. This is also yaoi

Being with Axel was worth everything to Roxas. After Sephiroth's lecture to Axel, Roxas realized he couldn't go with Axel anywhere anymore, or even wander that far off, without risking upsetting someone. For the first time, he felt like he truly was a prisoner, because he did not dare to leave the stables and surrounding land. That didn't matter, though, because he was with Axel, and they were lovers now.It was the happiest time in Roxas's life, and he was content to stay on the farm as long as

Hey guys, just a note here, starting with the next chapter, this fic and its sister fic Moonlight Naga are going to run parallel stories, the events in Moonlight Naga will affect events in Passing On and vice versa, so I recommend reading Moonlight Naga


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Roxas felt sick. Axel…Axel had just agreed to kill him. Then again, that was how things worked. Axel never would have spared him in the first place if his superiors had not allowed it.�Sephiroth chuckled. "That's comf

The day at the fair had been wonderful, but Roxas felt sick inside. Roxas loved Axel, to the point�that he felt like he was going to burst if he didn't tell Axel. However, as much as Roxas wanted to make his feelings known, he was terrified.��It was impossible to find the right words, and every time he opened his mouth to try and say them, he froze up. Roxas had even tried to write it down, so he could have time to find the right words. That failed miserably; despite having the time to write a b

Five years had come and gone since the day he was taken. Back then, Roxas never would have believed he'd make it this long.��In those first days he'd been so sure he'd end up as a meal, one way or another. It was no secret that all the naga, including Axel, thought he'd make a delicious snack. Despite that, however, Axel had promised not to hurt him, a promise he had kept.Roxas could never forget that he was only alive because of Axel. Roxas owed him his life, and so much more. Roxas had nothing

Axel had returned that day with bread and fruit for breakfast, and had cooked stew for dinner that night. He'd told Xion he'd consider taking her on, though later confessed to Roxas he wasn't sure if he was really mentor material, though it looked like he'd have Roxas to practice the whole mentorship thing on. Roxas thought Axel would do fine at it. He was patient when instructing Roxas, though the boy was already well versed in most of the tasks Axel gave him. Really, it wasn't so different fro

Things had worked out, and it never failed to amaze Roxas that they had. He was human, and to a naga, that was food. More than that, to this village, humans were enemies. Yet, Axel was his best friend, and more than that.�They had come together after they'd both lost everything. Axel had lost Zack, the closest thing to family he had ever known, and Roxas had lost his family, along with his home. Maybe it was because Roxas needed Axel so much, helpless as he was when the naga had saved him.He'd c

Pairing:None for now. This is not shota! Roxas starts out as an 11 year old, so no pairings until he grows up.
Summary:Roxas, an eleven year old boy, loses everything when his village is attacked by the naga. However, when he is captured by a naga named Axel, Roxas is offered a chance at life in exchanged for an uncertain future.
Warnings:AU, very AU. All of Organization XIII plus a couple FF7 characters are naga. It's debatable whether or not its ooc, I tried to stay true to who the characters

Bhaska simply lay back, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being full after fasting for so long. He looked down at his swollen, distended, belly feeling very pleased. Placing a hand against his stomach he let out a small belch. The naga paid no mind to his weeping. In fact Bhaska tried to ignore it, as he had ignored the cries, protests, and struggles of every other meal he'd ever consumed. He was a predator, it was his nature to kill in order to live, and that left no room for mercy or feeling

“Don't,” was all he could manage as those words sank into him like the blade of a knife. “Please don't,” he wasn't begging, he wasn't desperate, his words were soft, but his eyes spoke volumes of his pain. It was strange, for a man condemned; he wasn't mad with fright, or desperate to live. His heart didn't race wildly like a trapped animal; indeed he was calm while inside he was dying from the pain. He wanted Bhaska to be the one to protect him, to love him, not to do th

No human being would ever understand how this felt, and he pitied them for it. It was the best feeling in the world, to just let go, to just give in. To feel his strength, his speed, his power, and to be wild, it was bliss. If any human ever understood it, Jeremy Fenton was certain it had been Jack London. They were reading “The Call of the Wild” in his senior English class, the way that man described the dogs, their blood lust, in hunting and fighting. The way they might rip each ot

“We're lost aren't we?” said Frauru more annoyed than despairing as he sent an icy glare at Gykaru.Gykaru was the oldest, though only be a minute, and had always been the leader. So when he and his brother Frauru got into trouble, which was par for the course with them, it was usually Gykaru's fault. A fact his brother never let him forget.Frauru was not nearly as headstrong as his brother, and the smartest of the pair in his opinion. So he always knew when what they were doing was a

The village of Krasimir was teaming with naga who had come from all over the kingdom to attend the festival of Deliciaen. In addition to torches, the streets were eliminated by the lights of colorful paper lamps strung from ropes which stretched across the street, and luminarias which lined the sidewalks. There were fire works overhead, brightening the velvety black of night sky with explosions of brilliant colors. The colors of the lights, and the enthusiasm of the corded, added to the atmosphe

Of course Anujisha did not mean that literally. In fact he insisted Lindayo not leave that very moment. After all it was unlikely Bhaska would go far, not after such a long journey to get here. He was most likely resting in some luxurious inn, and there was only one in this area. The inn was not far away, Lindayo could reach it easily so there was no rush. He was certain Lindayo must be hungry and should eat a decent meal. That he would probably love a proper bath, and he needed a change of clot

Lindayo was led down the hall ways he knew well, each step he took on the glistening white tiled floor echoed, each step seemed to mock him, for each step brought him closer to facing his true master once again. He hated even thinking what the naga might intend to do to him. The human wondered if this is what a prisoner felt when being led to execution, if this was what Harta felt when being led to this very room to meet his own end. They stopped in from of the large doors of ornately carved bla

Lindayo awoke in his lover's arms, it had been a while since they had became lovers, and every night since that first night when after tears and threats, there came the comfort of being with each other. The Shauhy wondered if it was right to think of the naga in that way, as a lover. Did Lindayo love Bhaska? He didn't like to think about it because he knew the answer, and he knew it wasn't smart. He felt so stupid, first he'd fallen for a Hyshi, and after that it seemed couldn't do any worse. We

The day passed, and was far more enjoyable for Lindayo. For one thing the fact that Bhaska and he were talking now made things less monotonous, and for another the naga had offered to help him carry his loud, since, “naga's are far stronger, and you're a weakling even for a human”. Lindayo had simply thanked him for his offer to help. He had decided that Bhaska was actually pretty decent, and actually somewhat nice underneath his harsh exterior. All naga's could be dangerous, all nag

Dawn had just arrived when Lindayo opened his eyes once more. Since it was early the sun was not yet too bright, but still bright enough to wake him up. Bhaksa didn't seem to have any problem sleeping with the bright light of the sun. The Shauhy was still securely in the naga's arms, and tail, the naga seemed utterly unaware of this, and everything. Lindayo couldn't help but think that Bhaska looked somewhat angel while asleep, none of the normal danger he radiated was present, he was peaceful n

A smile spread across the naga's face, laughing once more he said, “Ah, this is even more fun than I expected, bold, very bold.” He certainly seemed pleased with this game, which was good as far as Lindayo was concerned, whatever kept the other entertained. Still Lindayo didn't enjoy this game, or relish the thought of constantly having pander to the immature, and dangerous naga, “this is childish you know, do we have to do this? Can't you just return me to my master, and ask o

The sun had not yet set, but the light was less glaringly bright now that it was sinking towards the horizon. Now the world had a more gentle pink hue for night was coming. Lindayo was happy, for they had stopped after a very long day of walking. Soon it would be his favorite time, the twilight just after dark, for then it would be cool, but still bright enough to see.The desert was too hot and bright by day, and the gentle glow of twilight was easier on his eyes and skin. Although he did like t

So the weeks passed, and with the band of slavers Lindayo traveled the desert. He kept up the rouse of not understanding their language or intentions. For their part they treated him fairly well, it was easier that way for they did not have to bind him or constantly fear for escape attempts, or worry about scaring him with they had to get rough with him, he wouldn't fetch as good a price then. Lindayo was fortunate they bought his ruse, and it suited there purposes to keep their charge `ignorant

The desert was a place of death, unfit for most forms life, especially humans. Lindayo knew that once long ago the desert had been smaller, and the habitable lands had been larger, and greener, in ancient times before the war or the kingdom, when rains came often. Now the rains came only in late summer, in violent monsoons that sacred the earth with the rabid heavy rain fall, most of which was washed away before it could be absorbed by the thirsty sand. The time of rains was months away, so ther

Lindayo knew that time had passed since he had first come to be the servitude of the naga with whom he now lived, almost a month, but still he had not expected his master to arrive so soon. Neither had the naga's own family it seemed. For when he awoke and went to the nursery as he always did, he found his mistress holding her sons and looking quite flustered but pleased.“Lindayo, good news, you will not be caring for the twins anymore, we've procured a less worthy Shauhy for that task,&rd

Lindayo paused, and then explained. The Hyshi did not react to this at first then nodded, before actually smiling a wide smile. The purity of the joy behind the expression was so sweet. “What is it?” asked Lindayo.“I thought I was the only one who liked other boys, the made us breed with girls when we reached age to do so, but I didn't want to, I wasn't attracted to girls like everyone else was. I, I'm glad I'm not alone in that.”Lindayo smiled to, a slight soft smile tin

He placed second thanks to intentionally tripping towards the end of his performance, it wasn't too bad of a trip though, and he managed to partially recover. It was just enough to lose his first place ranking. Thus the honor of being a gift to the Prince was given to a Shauhy slave named Inphineha, and Lindayo was priced highest of all the pleasure slaves sold. So he came a step closer to his dream of escape, though he did not yet have escape on his mind as a serious possibility.The naga family

Lindayo was educated, as all Shauhy are, and knew how to read. Reading is an important skill for the Shauhy, so that they can read poetry and recite it, as well as sing songs. However he read other things as well, for he was not always monitored by his naga and human trainers.In the school where he grew up, he was always the top student, skilled in most of the arts, and eager to please. A human that was such a good pupil was a trusted human. So was at liberty to wander the village where the many

In the land of Shriryah, the nagas ruled, and had for as long as any human could remember. Not that many humans knew history particularly well, for most slaves went without education, and of course all humans were slaves to the naga. That is, they were slaves until they became food. Naga are half man half snake, and the naga of Shriryah had appetites like giant pythons, swallowing whole large creatures, including humans.Humans were easier to raise and more useful than other creatures, and of cou