Hey guys! Yes, I'm still alive, and I've reverted to another pair, other than Dramione...Axel and Roxas...a friendship fic...let's see how that turns out!
Bold = dreaming
italics= Thoughts
normal=normal (just in case ;))
Axel and Roxas don't belong to me, and neither does KH2. They all belong to Squeenix and Disney (although I'm not sure how Disney would be involved with Axel and Roxie).
Anyway, enjoy!
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"Thanks Donald!" a cheerful voice cried. Rapid flashes followed of a boy with chocolate brown hair, a dazzling smile and a gold and white keyblade.
His vision was jumpy, blurry, unclear. The only pictures he could see were filled with snow, as if there was some interference in his dreaming...
...pain, disorientation...
A flash of a sunlit island, three kids sitting on a tree branch at the beach. The same cheerful voice: "I'm glad I have you guys as my friends..."
Pain returned...then there was screaming and all vision was replaced by black, engulfing, confusing darkness.
Then a mouth appeared. "Welcome to the Organisation, Roxas." The voice was distorted, filling him with fear and excruciating pain.
A rushing noise filled his ears...
Roxas sat up abruptly in his bed, panting hard. Sweat stood on his brow, drenching the front and the back of his shirt also. Tears mingled into the moisture on his face and Roxas found himself whimpering: "No...no..."
His mind was disorientated, and he felt as if chest was constricted. Roxas stumbled out of his bed. Holding onto the steel rail at the foot of his bed, Roxas pushed open the heavy iron door. He stumbled into the dank, damp, grey corridor, his body framed by the harsh light that came from an unknown source. Roxas suddenly lost all strength in his body and collapsed on his hands and knees on an iron door...which wasn't closed. Roxas fell inside the room...
The fire in the room went out.
"Who's there?" a cautious voice called out.
"Help me up," Roxas growled weakly.
"New guy?" the voice sounded shocked, even surprised, although it made no notion to help the boy up.
There was a silence.
"Well, if you're not gonna help me out then -"
"Oh, geez, sorry!" the voice apologized. A thin bony hand came seemingly out of nowhere and helped Roxas up. Roxas swallowed nervously and looked up at the shadowed figure. From the dim light in the corridor, Roxas couldn't see much of the guy. Although he could recognize the strangely colored hair.
"A-Alex?" Roxas asked cautiously.
"It's Axel," the figure corrected Roxas shortly. Axel clicked his fingers and a flame appeared in his hand, revealing a long pointed face with spiked red hair, bright green eyes with black tattooed triangles underneath them. He was frowning. "You don't look so hot," Axel murmured, eying Roxas' pale face and wet shirt.
"Had a nightmare," Roxas replied shortly. He swallowed again and added, "Listen, can I, uh, stay the night or something..."
"Yeah, sure," Axel replied quickly, if not uncertainly. He opened the door wider and let Roxas step inside. When Axel closed the door again, the only light in the room came from the flame in Axel's hand . There was a loud bump and a curse emitted from Roxas.
"Oh, crap, sorry little dude," Axel apologized again and with another click of his fingers, the flames sprung from his hands into the brackets inserted into the walls. The room was thus filled with a golden light. All rooms in the Organisation were arranged like this: A steel bed in the middle of the room (with a complementary mattress), a desk and chair to one side of the room, a cupboard in one corner, and a sink in another, with a mirror positioned overhead.
"Thanks," Roxas murmured. He was clutching the foot he had bumped on the steel leg of the bed.
"Do you want a shirt?" Axel asked, moving to his cupboard.
"Yeah."
Axel pulled out a grey t-shirt and threw it in Roxas' general direction. Without looking up from his foot, Roxas caught it with one hand. He then hobbled to the head of the bed and sat down. Axel looked at him skeptically. The new guy, Roxas, had appeared in the Organization only yesterday, or what felt like yesterday. Axel noticed he was a very quiet and reserved guy, and he didn't go out of his way to be friendly either. He had the aura of talk-to-me-and-you-die around him. Axel chose to steer clear of the new guy, despite his insatiable curiosity. The fact that the new guy pitched up on Axel's doorstep surprised Axel a little, he had to admit it. It wasn't like he was expecting the guy (if you remember, the door was half open when Roxas stumbled in), but he was used to random guests at random times. Axel was that kinda guy to go to with whatever.
Axel watched Roxas as the blond pulled off his own grey t-shirt over his head and replaced it with Axel's borrowed one. He stood up. Axel's shirt went all the way down to the blond's knees. Axel chuckled as he settled onto the foot of the bed. Roxas looked at Axel begrudgingly before he threw his damp t-shirt at the red-head. Axel caught it deftly before it reached his face and threw it in the corner.
"I'll add it to my laundry," Axel said.
"Thanks." Roxas took Axel's pillow and curled up around it, not unlike a cat, at the head of Axel's bed. Axel lay with his head at the bottom of the bed, his legs crossed at his knees so that his view of Roxas was blocked.
"Just say if you want me to hit the lights, cos I can easily...Roxas?" Axel peered over his legs and saw Roxas' eyes were closed and his breathing was even. Axel smiled gently. With a flick of his wrist, the fire in the brackets vanished and the only light in the room was darting around Axel's fingers...
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Roxas had no other nightmares that night.
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Roxas awoke to voices and the sound of a curious instrument. He raised his head a little to find some blond guy sitting on the edge of Axel's bed, holding something that resembled a guitar in his lap. But where was Axel?
Roxas rose up onto the hands, arching his back to pop all the inevitable knots accumulated during the night.
"Ah, the little man is awake!" Roxas immediately found Axel leaning on the wall opposite the weird guitar guy, toying with a flame in his hands. Friggin' pyromaniac, Roxas thought in the back of his mind.
"Oh, I didn't see you there!" the weird guitar guy said brightly. The music stopped and he held out a calloused hand. "I'm Demyx."
Roxas sat up and shook his hand. "Roxas," he said shortly. Demyx smiled cheerfully and went back to strumming his guitar.
"Well, he's awfully cheerful," Roxas grumbled to Axel whilst ruffling his hair carelessly.
"That's pretty much Demyx," Axel explained. There was a knock on the door. Axel jumped to get it.
"What's with the party?" a woman's voice said complainingly on the other side.
"Wanna join?" Roxas could literally hear Axel smirking.
Without a reply, Axel was pushed aside and a robust blond woman walked into the room. She looked at Demyx. "Hey, Demyx," she said rather aloofly.
"Larxene!" Demyx explained in delight. "Why the heck are you here?"
The woman called Larxene ignored the question: her attention was now focused on Roxas.
"You're the new guy." It wasn't a question. "Why are you in Axel's room," Larxene continued. Now this was a question, although rhetorical. What's up with this woman, Roxas thought to himself. "Why are you wearing Axel's shirt?" Roxas said nothing, but he didn't need to. Larxene's eyes widened as comprehension dawned on her face. "Axel!" she exclaimed delightfully. "Are you already banging the new guy?"
Instantaneously, Roxas and Axel's eyes went extremely wide. "Geez, Larxene!" Axel exclaimed outrageously. "Why do the worst options come to your mind?!"
"I can't help it," Larxene said with a grin and a half-hearted shrug. "Besides, even I think the new guy's cute. I really wouldn't mind banging -"
"Okay, out!" Axel shouted tersely, courteously showing Larxene the door.
"No," Larxene said evenly, crossing her arms. Axel seized Larxene's arm and stuffed her out the door. He shut the it with both hands.
"Seriously," Axel said without turning around. "Larxene can be fun, even pleasureable but sometimes..." he left the sentence hanging, whilst listening to Demyx' soft guitar thing. Then he turned dramatically. "And you," he pointed to Demyx. "Out. Now. I need to change."
"But -"
"Now."
Demyx hung his head and preceded to walk out the door with his guitar thing, looking like a sad, dejected puppy. Once Demyx disappeared, Roxas rose.
"You gonna be okay?" Axel asked.
"Yeah," Roxas replied softly. As he passed Axel, he added, "Thanks."
"Anytime."
And he meant it.
And? I'm not sure how Larxene actually is, I never really concentrated on her in the game. I usually make her a little...imaginary...
Review please!
The Caneater
