My first Axel/Roxas fanfic, hope you enjoy Please Review!
When I was twelve years old, my best friend Axel disappeared. Now, when I say disappeared, I'm not saying he was abducted or ran away or any of the kinds of things that are normally associated with child disappearances. I mean disappear in the literal sense, as in right before my very eyes Axel vanished, as if he were just a dream and I had suddenly woke up. It had been a Friday, June 11th to be exact, and Axel had convinced me to skip our last class, math, to go down to the lake and have a picnic with him. I agreed even though his idea of a picnic was sitting on his jacket and splitting his ham sandwich and a bag of potato chips, but we had fun regardless.
"See, aren't you glad you got out of boring old math to be here with little old me?" Axel flashed me a smile and as the sunlight caught in his emerald eyes I internally swooned. I had liked Axel for about a year now, and though I tried not to his naturally flirty personality didn't really help.
"I'm glad I got out of math, but hanging out with you, eh, I'm not super glad about that." I flashed him a smile of my own to let him know I was joking and after he pretended to be hurt we both laughed and finished off the last of our picnic lunch.
It had been getting late and I started to stand up when Axel complained he felt weird. I looked over and saw him staring down at the ground in terror, and when I looked down I let out a gasp of surprise. Out of the ground came black stands of what seemed like pure darkness. They shot up quickly and came together above Axel's head before cascading down around him forming a cage around his entire body. He looked up at me in a panic, but with a hint of something in his eyes that told me he somehow seemed to know this was going to happen.
"Roxas please don't forget about me, I'll find you again somehow, I promise…" He whispered as the strands formed together covering his face, as I stood there frozen with fear and confusion. Soon, the strands formed so thick around Axel I couldn't see him, and in a flash the strands were pulled back into the ground from where they came. My voice caught in my throat as I stared at the now empty place where my friend had been just moments before. And just like that I was staring straight through where Axel had just been sitting. He was gone.
After that all I remember was stumbling disbelieving back towards home, in complete shock. My mother scolded me for being home late, but when she saw how pale I was and how wide my eyes were she grew concerned. In a small and trembling voice I recalled the events to her, and when I looked up instead of shock or concern, she looked confused.
"Axel? I don't think there is a boy named Axel in this town. Are you sure you didn't just let your imagination get the best of you?" I looked up in horror.
"What are you talking about? Axel, my best friend, he's fourteen and has red hair and lives three houses down from ours. How could you forget him?" I felt my voice grow urgent and increasingly louder as I questioned her.
"Honey, there's no one who lives three houses down from ours, you know that. It's been a vacant lot for as long as we've lived here." I shook my head in disbelief and bolted out the door and down the street to Axel's house.
But, just like my mother had said, there was no house, just an overgrown and empty lot. That was the moment when something in my fragile 12-year-old mind snapped and I screamed louder than I had in my life. It was a scream filled with confusion and grief and heartbreak. I fell to my knees and sobbed until my mother reached me, and even then I wouldn't-I couldn't- stop crying. I thought I was going crazy.
It took me a week to get over the initial shock and insanely terrible grief. I didn't leave my room for anything besides going to the bathroom and one or two meals a day. My mother didn't make me go to school because she was worried about my fragile mental state. With my endless time lying in bed I replayed the scene over and over in my head. I asked myself hundreds of questions and tried to answer them the best I could. Why did Axel say not to forget him? I figured it was because he was scared and wanted someone to remember him. But then why did he say he would find me again? Did he know what was happening to him, and knew that somewhere down the road he could come back here, and that's why he didn't want me to forget about him? I normally got so frustrated and confused during that first week I cried more than I knew I could. I tried to tell myself to be a man and try and at least stop crying and get out of bed, but I couldn't. I was twelve; I was too young to just move on from something like this. Axel meant the world to me, my everyday life almost revolved entirely around him. We went everywhere together, did everything together, his parents were never around so he spent who knows how many days and nights at my house with my mom and I and sometimes my cousin Sora. Now, with him gone, there was a huge gaping void in the middle of my life that made me feel like there was no point in even getting out of bed if I didn't have Axel there to hang out with and make me smile and laugh. I was a twelve-year-old boy who heart had been broken into more pieces than a shattered piece of glass and who had experienced more traumatizing things in a day than some people experienced in a lifetime.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about me forgetting him, because I knew deep down inside my heart that that could never happen in a million years.