WhhAs a celebration of my return as an artist, since I got my external hard drive with all my other stories and stuff on it back (yay!), I'm starting a new story.
Same old fandom, same old pairing…. Same old disclaimer, cause the characters aren't mine.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it! I'll try to do more from now on.
The Melodious Nocturne Stalker
WARNINGS: This fic depicts a yaoi pairing. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you do, don't flame. Constructive criticism, otherwise known as concrit, is always appreciated, but phrase it politely. So, let's review. Yaoi haters, shoo. Concrit/Support is A-OK. Flamers, go burn in your hatred.
RATED FOR: Language, Themes
RUNDOWN: (Told from the point of view of Axel for chapter one. The point of view will change to Roxas in the second chapter, and will continue to change back and forth accordingly.) "I tell them not to come back every time. It always happened that way. So why is it that when I see him turn away, I panic every time…?" "He's the oddest person I've met. He's an asshole, so why can't I leave him alone?" :AU: AkuRoku : M: Language/Themes
It was a morning like any other for me. I woke up early, turned on my cell phone, deleted the messages from my new ex, and got dressed. Breakfast was the usual—just cold cereal and milk—and by the time the bus came around I was already halfway to school, walking leisurely along the back roads that was the short cut straight to the school building.
I didn't carry and books with me; never did, since I never really did the work anyway. I was what you might call a 'problem' kid. I did my fair share of pranks, vandalism, and harassment. I'd served plenty of time, from Saturday detentions to week-long suspensions. I dated girls left and right, got bored with them after a few weeks tops, and tossed them aside.
I was the school's 'trash'.
Not that I really cared. As long as I was satisfied with what I was, what I was doing… I really couldn't have cared less about the consequences. It was all a game, a show, a play. I was a character in a story, and this was the role I was meant to play. When it was all over, I'd die and either go to some heaven or hell, be reincarnated as some kind of a bug, or just cease to exist altogether.
Funny thing was, it took one hell of a hit to realize that I actually did care… It took that hard of an impact for me to see that I wasn't satisfied anymore…
No one I knew would have believed I'd ever change. I was always very reliable in my actions, not that the thing people could rely on wasn't my being unpredictable, of course. But that was my character. That was my role. And so, when I was walking along the too-beaten path I'd gone on nearly every day in order to get to school for the last three and a half years, I was even more shocked than your regular car-struck pedestrian when that red car, beaten to hell to the point of being unidentifiable, came flying toward my ungodly thin, redheaded body and crashed into me.
It was by sheer luck that I jumped up in time so that the only real damage was my arm breaking through the windshield and my hip hitting the front of the car…. Unless, of course, you count rolling over the car 'real damage'. However, it was enough for me to pass out on that hardly-passed back road. The last thing I remembered seeing was the driver already passed out at the wheel—probably the reason he didn't even try miss me—so I figured I wouldn't be found, that I'd just sit there and bleed to death. I figured my role was ended; my character had been cut from the script. My puppet master was bored, and therefore my strings had been cut.
Little did I know that my part had only begun.
When I came to, it was through the coaxing of a soft voice. I couldn't make out the words up front, but in the back of my head I knew what it was saying. "Get up…. On your feet, come on."
And when I started to see color and light… I was already halfway there. I looked around, shook my head—and found out that that wasn't a good plan as I started to fall over. An arm caught my around my back, and when I looked at the figure it connected to, the only thing I saw were slightly worried, bright blue eyes staring at me. Soon, I started to notice skin, tanner than mine. Then blonde hair made its appearance, spiked up and rather messy—not that mine wasn't—and bangs falling in his face a bit. When I looked at the free hand hovering over me (his left, I assumed), I noticed a chessboard-patterned wristband and black and white rings. And as everything else became clear (or at least as clear as it would) it seemed that his entire outfit was made of black and white, with just a bit of red.
… All of them, colors (shades, whatever) I liked. Not that it mattered. What mattered was that I had been hit by a car on my way to school and that this kid was trying to help me up.
"Come on… On your feet. I can't carry you, you're too tall."
"Ugh… What the hell…?" Yeah, I know. I'm so graceful after being hit by a car, aren't I? That grace was underlined about three seconds later when I tried to stand upright and fell to the side. The kid caught me again.
"Whoa—Be careful…" He said, steadying me against him. I would have protested, but I was still under the shock of 'I just got hit by a car'.
It didn't take too terribly long for me to be conscious enough to speak. And when I did, I was still just as graceful. "Erg…. Hey… what're you doing…?"
"… Helping you. What's your name?"
Somewhere after that statement, I laughed, apparently, because the kid gave me a weird look. I guess I thought small talk was funny after an incident like this. "Axel."
"… Axel… Well, uh…" He seemed to struggle with finding something to say. I could tell he wasn't the most outgoing person—his voice was pretty quiet. "Erm… Are you… okay? I mean, uh. Where are you hurt?"
I didn't even notice that he was having no trouble holding me up. But when I look at it now, he was really stronger than he looked. "… I'm alright…" I said, before I put my arm out to give myself a little extra balance and noticed the shining shards of glass and red blood. It was cut in several places with the clear glass sticking out. "…. Oh…"
The boy gaped at my arm. "…. Alright? That does not look very alright to me."
"Y'know…? It doesn't look too alright to me either." I blinked at it a few times.
"We should get you to the hospital." And everything would have gone fine had I not moved… The pain in my hip shot through the entire right side of my body, causing me to stop and nearly fall over hissing in pain. The blonde tried to set me down, but I clung to him. At the time, I wanted him to stay there, to help me move. I hated relying on people, but it had to be done. I'd make it up to the boy later.
After a long silence where he studied me, we moved with a lot of hissing to the closest place that had anything to do with fixing medical issues—the school nurse. I was set down in the examining room, and with a little bit of arguing over whether or not he had the right to, the kid was able to stay with me there. I didn't blame the nurse for being protective—it was her job.
The kid kept cringing every time she pulled a shard of glass from my arm, even though I wasn't really having a hard time keeping my face straight. A twitch here and there, but nothing more, and nothing near what that boy seemed to be experiencing. She asked him over and over if he wanted to leave, and he kept shaking his head. After a little bit, he asked me how I could stand it. With a weak smile, I told him it was because I was used to pain. I don't think he liked the answer—he looked confused, and a little bit distressed.
The nurse took a load off of the kid's shoulders when she told us that nothing was broken. My hip was badly bruised, as were a couple ribs, and my arm would be alright now that it was bandaged up. She told me I was very lucky, that most people wouldn't have even survived going halfway through a windshield and flipping up over the roof of the car to land on the road. She said it must have been my instinctive reflexes—she knew I'd been in my fair share of fights…
I tried to stand up, not thinking much of it. If I could, I'd go to class and sleep. If not, I'd stay here and do the same. Either way I got my rest.
It was after a worried shout of my name from the kid and a pair of hands on my shoulders holding me up that I realized I was now staring at the ceiling. Apparently, I'd fallen backwards. Apparently, I'd be staying in the clinic to get my sleep. The nurse led me to a bed near the back, and the boy followed us. Then she turned to face him.
"Honey, you can go back to class now."
"N—… I don't want to. I wanna stay here with Axel."
She looked sternly down at him. "Now, come on… What's your name?"
The blonde looked at me, and then back to her. "… Roxas."
She put her hand on his shoulder. "And what class do you have this period?"
"First hour…? I have Shop."
She released his shoulder and crossed her arms, staring down at him. "… And don't you have to be in class to get the credit?"
Roxas shook his head. "I don't really care about one day. I have a perfect score in that class—and I'm passing all my others with at least an 85. I can afford to miss it."
"Now, now. Just because you can afford to miss it doesn't mean you should, Roxas. Now, go back to class!"
The blonde stood his ground, looked to me for a little bit of guidance. "… But…"
"No 'but's, Roxas, go."
The second he turned around, without even realizing I was doing it (Since, ya know, I wasn't even aware of ninety percent of my actions at the time) I reached out and grabbed his wrist. Something in me was panicking, and I couldn't have stopped myself if I had been aware. Roxas whipped around, eyes wide with surprise as if he'd thought I'd wanted him gone. The nurse looked down at me and shot me a look. "Axel, let him go."
"Can't he stay…?" I asked, looking up right back at her. She was silent for a while, but she sighed, shook her head, and walked over to get a chair for Roxas.
"Not the whole day. At lunch time, you're leaving, Roxas." He quickly nodded, and looked down at me. He smiled just slightly, and sat down as the nurse was leaving.
There was a long silence hanging over us as I closed my eyes. I was trying to sleep, but at the same time I knew I wouldn't. Not with Roxas there. After a while, I knew I had to talk.
"So, your name's Roxas…"
He nodded. There was so much going on in his eyes when I looked up at him, I couldn't pick out what he was thinking. All I could tell was that there was a very defiant and determined look to his pretty little underclassmen face. It was difficult to think that there was a human being I couldn't persuade to do one thing or another, but at that moment I thought that if I'd told him to do anything, he'd just stay there and stare at me.
It was about then that I realized I was the one who was staring now, and when I did, it also hit me that he looked closer than he had before… Must have been my imagination, but that didn't seem any better. My imagination was never the best for finding legitimate excuses for my problems. And as another train of thought tried to make me forget that I was staring at him, his voice broke into my mind.
"… How much does it hurt?"
"… Hmm? Not much…" In truth, I hurt all over. Bruised ribs, cut-up arm, bumps and scratches all over the place… I wasn't in great shape, even if nothing was broken.
"I don't know how you could stand having that glass pulled out of your arm. I mean, I would have made it if it was me, but you barely even flinched!"
"Well… I didn't really think it hurt. I take pain well."
"… You're crazy…" Roxas seemed more distressed than he was trying to let on. But, I decided I'd let it slide.
"That's what people tend to tell me."
There was a rather long pause before anything was said between the two of us. It was one of those times where both people want to say something, but neither one doe. Like… something important… and you can both feel it, so neither person says anything, thinking the other will go first.
For this situation, it was Roxas. "Axel?"
"… Hmm?"
"You're… mn…"
"What's up?"
He was quiet, looking like he was concentrating. I could tell—his eyebrows knitted together and he frowned. He was confused about something, maybe debating on whether or not he should say what he wanted to. When it came out, I couldn't have even begun to prepare for it.
"You're alone, aren't you?"
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New concept kind of thing. Roxas will be the one telling the second chapter, and it will switch back and forth It'd be great if you guys could review.
The Melodious Nocturne's Stalker
P.S.: I didn't do anything to well… revise this. So it may suck. :D;;