You're Dead!
By: Orcadia
Home Again -Chapter One-
For what you did to me,
And what I'll do to you,
You get, what everyone else gets,
You get a lifetime
Let's go!
Do you remember that day when we met
You told me this gets harder
Well it did…
The music was immediately ended, the pale fingers pressing into the power button, and the drone of lyrics died from the speakers. "Guess that wasn't the best thing to play…" A boy sighed, leaning back in the driver's seat.
No answer, not that he had expected one from his blonde passenger. He turned his head slightly, sending cyan eyes to glance at the boy next to him. "…Roxas…" Another sigh. He rapped his fingers impatiently on the wheel, his eyes dancing over the boy. He couldn't take the tension, as much as he wanted to admit it, he wasn't that patient.
Still not even a breath, it seemed, from the blonde, matching cerulean eyes glue forward as the scenery exploded past the car in a whir of color and motion. "I don't care if you want to admit it to yourself, Roxas," His own breathing hitched, mentally beating himself for making this so hard, "but I'm glad your back."
Finally, a sigh escaped from the blonde's pursed lips. So, he did have emotion. But there wasn't anything to follow, the car became as silent as ever, the tension building up again as the car swerved into a long drive way.
The house blended well with the background, the golden-red skyline was breathtakingly beautiful. The scenery was so serene, the swooping palm trees lined the drive of the fast approaching house, and thirteen windows glanced back, most with the curtains drawn.
Roxas' eyes scanned the face of the house, simple and elegant, it was almost an island-Italian mix. He thought he saw a pale face in the second story landing, matching blonde hair flowing in the wind. Yet, still, he spoke not one word.
The car stopped as the boy in the driver's seat taking one last glance at the blonde next to him. "Welcome home, Roxas." He gave a half-worthy smile, hoping it didn't come off as cheesy.
"This isn't home," Roxas murmured, laying a hand on the door handle, watching as the brunette driver shifted uncomfortably. "This is hell with windows."
The brunette was taken aback, this wasn't what he expected, at all. He thought the blonde would have been overjoyed to be back in a warm house, to have a clean bed, to be with his family again. "…Roxas…"
"Just shut up!" The blonde boy growled, the car door slamming in his wake. Who was he to tell him that this was supposed to be what he wanted? He was nothing without him. This boy, he didn't know what he had been through. What he had lost. A twinge of loathing emanated off him, as he strode to the door. It had been so long since he had been here, but everything seemed exactly the same.
The couch was as he remembered, the old tanned leather matching neatly next to the mahogany floor rug, the glass coffee table on top, three magazines littered the top along with a half glass of orange juice and an open copy of The Chosen. The fireplace was unlit, but ashes piled the bottom, sending the room into a smoky scented haze. The television was still on, an old home movie blurred across the screen. Roxas let out an angry groan, storming past the warm room and immediately towards the staircase.
The second floor was more or less a bunch of doors, but he remembered which ones were whose. The first, painted in a light blue littered with a few sketches pasted amongst photos, was Namine's, his younger sister. The second, looked as if someone had lacerated it with a knife and sharpie was scribbled into the wood, various notes to the passersby, was Cloud's, his oldest brother. The third, was just normal, easy enough to guess, was Sora's, his twin, and the brunette he had blown up on. The forth, was a deep black, posters plastered up leaving the black almost invisible to the viewer, was his own. The room he had grown up in, the room with the window he had escaped from. It seemed like so long ago, but really the two years wasn't as long as he thought, as he gripped the knob intently, his eyes scanning the empty hallway.
The room was freezing. He had personally blocked the airflow from any heat to enter his room, this was how he liked it. His room had been cleaned, someone had entered his domain. The blonde's blood boiled, he couldn't stand to have people touch his stuff. His bed was made, the scarlet sheets folded neatly against the black colored walls. He immediately fell to the sheets, smothering himself in his own scent. Something he hadn't smelt in so long. It was different then he was used to. He had become so accustomed to the normal cigarettes and violets. It was what he smelled like.
Roxas closed his eyes. The dim light from the room was now eclipsed with darkness, but someone was there.
A pale face.
A glint of emerald eyes.
A flame of spikes.
"…" He reached forward. How was he here? He was… "…Axel…"
He was…
…He was…
You're dead!
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway…
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"So…" He finally broke the silence. The kitchen was cluttered, the various mixing bowls sprawled over the island counter, vegetables and spices strung themselves around them. The tall blonde made a quick move, dashing to the ice box, and pulling it open, a sudden rush of cold air sending shivers down his body. A devious grin spread over his face.
The brunette sighed again, a detached sad sob of emotion. "Roxas hates me, Cloud." His sapphire eyes peeled themselves from the ocean outside the window, turning himself to the older boy.
"Now, Sora." Cloud gave a slight huff, pulling a box from the freezer. "You know that isn't true."
Sora had to give him that one. It wasn't his fault Roxas had run away, it wasn't his fault Roxas had ended up on the streets, he just took relief in blaming himself. He tossed his head to the table, leaving his lifeless body to lay there for a few minutes. "It…it just didn't go well, Cloud…its like he was happier out there." His voice was dripping with detestation.
"Maybe," The blonde sighed, presenting his younger brother with a blue ice cream bar, "he was."
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This feeling was different. The numbness had finally subsided, and he felt…airy. His long arms were still lifeless at his sides, the black jacket he had worn to his bed still clung to his ligaments with the sweat that was trickling down his body. He opened his eyes, the emerald orbs staring to the ceiling. The bright light. It was almost blinding. How had he gotten here?
Oh yes. It was that night.
The one they had been waiting for, for so long. A bottle was still in his hands, the smooth plastic rubbing against his fingertips. He remembered.
He sat up, his body felt weak, broken. He pulled his hand up, brushing away the red hair that clung to his forehead. He brought the bottle up to eye level, gazing at the inscription. Norepinephrine. 50 milligrams per tablet. He had swallowed the whole fucking bottle! Why was he still alive?
He laughed, swooping his hand in front of his eyes. Instead, though, the hand was replaced with a pale mist, still outlining his original form. He wasn't alive. He just wasn't dead.
He remembered the last weeks perfectly, the dancing, the impurity, the loss.
"So…Axel, I presume?" A smile pursed the lips of a taller man, his arms folded on his chest, a black coat creasing at the bend of his elbows.
The redhead was quick to nod his reply.
"I see, and you know why we're here, correct?" Another grin, a sparkle of the golden eyes that danced over his form.
Axel nodded again, his gaze falling to the floor, and then to the white chairs gathered around in a close circle, one of which he was seated in.
"Good," A slight chuckle this time as the man's tan arms dropped down into his lap. "Now, you all are different, a spark in each of you sends the world into panic. That's why we must deliver ourselves. This world was not meant for us. We are meant for the greater world. The world where we are looked over as gods." His crazed speech was sending Axel's heart into races.
"Demyx." His voice became stern, the group that had been each seated quietly, turned to the doorway.
He was a dirty blonde, his hair cut in a stylized mullet, ocean blue eyes gazed back at the crowd.
"You know you're late, yes?" The older man leaned back in his chair, silvery white hair draping his shoulders.
Demyx nodded his own eyes falling to the floor, as he stepped forward. "But, sir, I have a visitor."
The taller man looked intrigued, another one of his certain smiles. "Oh, really? Then please, show him in."
Demyx let way for a shorter boy; he looked a hell of a lot younger than the blonde in front of him. He too, had blonde hair, spiked and layered over matching cyan eyes. But he was cute, his sullen features took away from the sweetness of his persona, but the almost adorable nature of his body made up for it.
Axel could feel his heart skip at the small boy, a feeling, was it? He hadn't felt like this in so long…was it…was it love?
He had first set eyes on his blonde beauty, the one he wanted more than anything. His gaze turned to the room, thirteen beds had been made up, eleven other than his own were occupied. He recognized Demyx and his crazy blonde hair, but where…oh where, was his beauty?
Wait until it fades to black
Ride into the sunset
would I lie to you?
Well, I've got something to say
Grab your six-gun from your back
Throttle the ignition
Would I die for you?
Well here's your answer in spades
[End Chapter One
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I do hope you like this…I felt as if I had to write it…at least after listening to Dead! So many times this week. But just to mention, I have no idea if Endepril was even real(which I soon changed to Norepinephrine)…I was just trying to remember what kind of medications I take…which reminds me…I haven't taken them all weekend. Lol…I'll probably go into like…a coma or something. (Just kidding.) The order of the songs I used in this chapter are as follows: This isn't a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish, Dead!, Hang 'Em High. Please review, if it's not too much to ask. sniff…Axel is dead…