So I'm back again.

I know you may've wanted an update for camping but this has been sitting on my computer for a while as a plot bunny that popped up and it just had to get out of its cage and show off.

So I hope you like the story.

And no I don't own kingdom hearts much as I wish that I do.

I only own the games.

"Talking"

Author Note

Thinking

AkuRoku Pairing

THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED, PLEASE, RE-READ IT.

Summary: An Explosion. That's what he was. A psychedelic explosion of the senses, one that came bursting into your life and made everything you'd thought wrong and the path you were walking on suddenly veer in an unknown direction.


Roxas was having a bad day.

Not just bad, actually.

His day was fucking horrible.

It had started with a nightmare about the day his parents had died, which had lead to him waking up with one of the largest migraines he'd ever had. And on top of that his throat hurt and he had the sniffles. He was likely to have a fever too. Plus, he'd skipped breakfast.

He was probably coming down with a cold.

Just fucking great.

He'd ridden his motorcycle to college that morning, just like normal. Except, unlike normal traffic had been horrible, not just horrible, fucking terrible. And it had been raining. Raining.

Okay, so maybe he was overreacting. Maybe he was using the word 'fucking' a little too much, but at the moment he really didn't give a damn.

He sneezed loudly, a sneeze that racked his entire body with shakes, and blew his nose on a tissue. He sniffled miserably, a large scowl forming on his lips.

His fever hazed mind barely took any notice of the people around him, nor did he really notice that it was really fucking cold. Damn him and that stupid word anyways, and damn if it didn't fit in the description for most, if not all, of his problems.

He crumpled the tissue in his hand and tossed it into the nearest garbage can, yanking another from his bag. A flash of red caught his eye, making him turn his head quickly to follow it and figure out what it was.

Everything would have been perfect if not for the fact that as soon as he started turning it felt like his head was trying to spin in exactly the opposite direction, away from his body in a gigantic polychromatic leap for freedom in some other dimension.

Quickly after that giant rainbow fireworks show exploded right in front of his eyes, he felt himself fading into that cold all-encompassing darkness, a blessing for his feverish skin. In fact he didn't even notice that right before he'd gone unconscious he had most definitely collided with something hard and warm and felt arms wrap around him, almost like coming home.


Axel was having a great day.

Well not just great, it was fucking amazing.

He'd finally gotten settled in his apartment, was working two jobs which would give him enough money to try his latest experiment again to see what the hell had gone wrong and made it blow up last time, and he had actually finished his essay that was due today in mechanics.

It was great.

Wonderful even.

Just awe-inspiring how good his day was going.

And then to top it all off, the boy of his dreams, the one he'd been looking for for, well, forever, just fell right into him.

He wrapped his arms around the boy, catching him quickly.

"Hey? Are you alright?" He felt his forehead. "Hey! You know you've got a bad fever? Wake up! Shit."


Hazy Blue eyes flickered open to stare at a dark ceiling. Now that didn't make sense. For one thing his ceiling was white, not black, and for another the last thing he remembered was being at school. Had his day fast-forwarded without telling him it was?

Okay so maybe that idea was a little farfetched. Just a little.

"Oh so your awake!" The overly loud and exited voice made him groan. "Oh! Sorry! That's right you're sick! Um...do you need anything? I have some cold medicine here." A bottle appeared in front of his eyes, filling his vision. His arms flailed in a desperate grab for it and he yanked it from the black gloved hand.

"Ouch! Dude, don't take my arm off, please!" Axel rubbed his hand, watching the boy with concern as he poured a few pills from the bottle and swallowed them. "Are you sure you don't want some water with those? Anything?"

Roxas nodded in reply to the water and breathed a sigh of relief when the strange man left the room. He took the opportunity to survey where he was. Not only was the ceiling black but the walls were too, sort of in a singed way. You could see red peeking through the black every here and there and it almost looked like flames. Almost.

A lava lamp sat on the table next to the bed, spreading a red glow through the room. Other than that, there was a desk in the corner with a computer sitting on it and a black dresser.

The room itself had a warm atmosphere, the kind that's like sitting next to the fire on Christmas with a blanket wrapped around you. Comforting and inviting, an enveloping sort of warm, like being wrapped in a hug. It was nice actually. Really nice.

The man appeared again with a glass of water in his hands which he offered to Roxas, who accepted it gratefully, enjoying the feeling of the cool liquid sliding down his parched throat.

"So..." Axel prodded him."You got a name?" Sure it wasn't like he didn't know it. Trust me he knew it. He remembered it more than he remembered his own damn name. They did sort of have a history together, although he doubted Roxas remembered it. There had been some slightly traumatic moments. But only slightly.

Roxas stopped drinking to gulp in a breath of air and start coughing. "Oh." He said in between coughs. "My-cough-name's-wheeze-Roxas-gasp"

"Are you okay? Little Roxie isn't going to pass out on me is he?"

Axel felt certain all the blood froze in his veins the second he was on the receiving end of that terrifying glare. Who knew a little guy like that could have all that pent up rage that just gathered in his eyes when he wanted it to. Man, the glare didn't just threaten to kill you, it made you want to do it yourself so it was less painful.

"My name," the boy explained quite patiently, still glaring that terrifying glare. "Is, as I said, Roxas. Not Roxie." He managed to do it without the coughing this time, a tribute to his obvious anger.

"Sure, sure, whatever you say Roxie." Axel said, lifting his hands to placate the boy, a large grin on his face.

"Besides Roxie. You're sick. You should be resting. Sleeping. Got it memorized?"

"Yeah whatever, but first..." Roxas lapsed into a coughing fit before he could finish, finally stopping after being roughly patted on the back a few times by Axel. "What's your name?"

"Axel. That's A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"

"Is that your catchphrase? Because it's really lame you know."

"Don't diss the catchphrase, Roxie. That's so not cool. Got it-"

"Don't even start. Please, I'm serious." Roxas coughed again, prompting Axel to once more feel his forehead.

"Enough fun, Roxie. Your little head needs rest before it needs anything else."

"Wait a second. Is this your room?"

"Yeah, in my apartment to be exact. Room 26 on the third floor. Got it memorized?"

Roxas groaned and rubbed his head. "Yeah, yeah. What time is it anyways?"

"Um..." Axel leaned over Roxas to check the clock on the bedside table. "8:46."

The blonde sat bolt upright pushing Axel clumsily off him and trying to get out of bed as fast as possible, dropping to his knees weakly as soon as he was out of bed, colors exploding in front of his eyes once more.

"Hey, hey, slow down, what's the rush Roxie?"

"Sora."

"That your girlfriend?"

"No! It's my brother you moron!" Roxas blushed, hiding his face. "He's alone right now at home, I promised I'd be home early. He hates being alone."

"Separation anxiety? How old is this kid anyways?"

"He's my twin."

"Way to old to have that then. What about your parents?"

"They're dead, a very clear reason for his anxiety." There was that glare again and this time Axel was pretty sure he deserved it.

"Oh! Uh.. Sorry." he rubbed his head sheepishly. "I guess that was sort of crass of me..."

The blonde nodded his agreement and lapsed into another coughing fit.

Axel patted him on the back, a worried look on his face. "Hey, I know you promised your brother and everything but you really aren't well enough to leave. Even you've got to know that."

"Doesn't matter. I can't leave him alone."

"Then why don't you invite him over here? I could go pick him up or he could drive or something. Why don't you give me the phone number where I can reach him?"

Roxas was so surprised his mouth actually dropped open. A complete stranger was not only giving up his bed but inviting his brother over because Roxas was worried about him, in fact, Roxas was so surprised that he'd actually said the phone number before he'd realized it.

His mouth was still open and he was still staring at Axel's back when he headed towards the phone.


Hey! So There's chapter one for you!

How'd you like it?

Was it terrible?

I hope not.

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Witty Comment of the Day: There're all these sayings about what to do when life gives you lemons but what about if life gives you pinapples? Do you toss them at your enemies and hope you poke their eyes out?

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~God's Broken Dreamer