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All the Things He Said
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Hayner was in a bad mood. Not only had him and his mother gotten into the ultimate yelling match that could have woken the dead, but he was out of his anti-depressants—he'd actually been out for a week now---and the fact was that he was in one of those "pissed off at the world" moods. It was about late afternoon when he finally was able to head to the Usual Spot to meet his best friends: Roxas, Pence, and Olette.
There was something about each of them that balanced out the crappy life god had set up for Hayner. Olette was very calm, and generally would just listen to his rants, even when he called her at three o' clock in the morning. Pence was a form of comic relief for Hayner---he could make the blond laugh by being himself. Then there was Roxas…
Roxas was a whole different degree. He wasn't the kind of person you could call and three o' clock in the morning, and he wasn't exactly the most comedic individual. He just had this aura…It was soothing, and frankly, just being near him made all of Hayner's frustrations melt away. Roxas was the emotional wall that Hayner slammed into on a daily basis, knocking needed sense into him.
The problem was, when Hayner stepped into the Usual Spot, he found Roxas wasn't there. And for some reason or another, a wave of sorrow and anger rose in his chest. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Hayner asked the remaining two, "Where's Roxas?' He winced as he heard his voice crack under pressure.
Olette gazed at Hayner with her emerald irises, seemingly concerned. "Haa-kun? What's wrong?" Her voice was soft. She stood up, Pence standing with her. "Haa-kun?"
"Where's Roxas?" he asked again, feeling unwanted tears burn at the back of his eyes. He had no reason to cry, but he couldn't keep his emotions under control.
"Roxas didn't show up this morning," Pence muttered cautiously, noting Hayner's hostile appearance. "He could still be at home."
Without another word, Hayner tore out of the Usual Spot, nearly taking the sheet they used as a door down in his haste. Over a thousand things were running through his head. The struggle tournament, Roxas' face, the station tower, Roxas' sapphire orbs, the beach, Roxas' smile---nothing could go by without Roxas. He wanted to ask himself why, though he could never manage it. He ran through the sandlot, ignoring the jeers he received from Seifer—right now, he didn't care. He just needed to see Roxas.
Roxas…
Roxas…
ROXAS!
BAM!
The platinum blond crumpled to the ground after slamming into a body slightly smaller than his own. Rubbing the back of his head, he opened his mouth to apologise, pausing when he noticed Roxas getting back up—oops!
Roxas stood, gazing with azure orbs at Hayner, confusion filling his eyes rapidly. "Haa-kun? What are you-?" He stopped, his eyes widening slightly as Hayner began to cry, curling his knees to his chest. "…Haa-kun…?" He knelt back down, taking the teen in his arms calmly.
Hayner buried his face in the other's chest, hiding the crysatline liquid the left footprints down his normally pale face, now a delicate shade of pink. An over whelming sense of calm tried to take him over, but he didn't want to calm down. He wanted to cry, to be in Roxas' arms, for his pain to end.
"Shhhh…" Roxas whispered, his face in Hayner's platinum tresses. "It's alright. You're okay…" He kissed the top of Hayner's head, making the younger stiffen.
Hayner pushed away, auburn orbs gazing incredulously into Roxas cerulean ones. He rashly wiped his face with the back of his hand, instantly feeling foolish.
Roxas smiled softly. "Feel better?" At Hayner's shy nod, Roxas stood up, pulling Hayner to his feet effortlessly. "Good. Now, what was all that about?"
The younger thought about it, before shaking his head with a smile. "Nothing."
