"Sora…" Roxas shifted in his bed to face the wall. This was the fourth night in a row he had had this dream about a boy and his two friends. Who are you? Riku… Kairi… Who are they? Why do I keep having these dreams and what do they mean? Why me…
Roxas's thoughts were interrupted by a loud thudding sound that seemed to have come from a room near his. He quickly sat up in his bed, damn, bad idea, baaad idea. He cupped his hands over his face, ooh, head rush. Bad head rush. He could hear mumbles coming from the room that the thud had probably come from.
Roxas put his hands down and scanned his dark room. He could see nothing beyond the red digital lights reading: 4:48. So early… Roxas turned to get out of bed. The instant his toes touched the floor, they retreated. Damn it's cold. Roxas wasn't a morning person. And he DEFINITELY wasn't a 4:48-in-the-morning person.
He lugged himself out of bed and slowly walked to the door, grumbling to himself. He opened his door and stepped out into one of the many long hallways of Castle Oblivion. He looked down the hall and saw Number Eight's door was ajar and there was a dim crack of light along its perimeter.
"Axel?" Roxas tip-toed towards the Pyro's room and noticed Number Nine's door was wide open. He debated slipping into Demyx's room, but let the thought pass when he heard whispers coming from Axel's. Roxas peeked into his room through the small crack of the door.
"But, Roxas is a child, you could have much more fun with me," the mulleted boy sitting on Axel's bed chimed.
"Dem, I just don't want to-"
"Don't want to what? Don't you like me anymore? I thought we had something a little more special than that."
"Demyx, we never had anything," the Redhead said crossing is arms.
"I knew that kid would take you away from me."
"Look, he didn't-"
"Yes, Axel. Yes he did."
"It's not that I-"
"What? Its not that you don't like me, it's just that you like Roxas more? Is that it?"
"Will you let me finish?"
"Yes, Axel, I will. I'll let you finish," and with those last words lingering in the air, Axel found Demyx's lips on his own before he even had time to react.
Roxas let out a small gasp and in that instant Axel pushed Demyx off of him and stood. Demyx sat quietly on the bed with a devious look of content painted across his face. Axel opened the door to reveal their eavesdropper, although he had already knew who it was.
"Roxas," the Redheads face showed a look of guilt and sorrow.
The young blonde stood frozen in place, empty minded and trembling. He didn't know what to feel or what to do. He didn't understand why everything in his life needed to be so confusing.
"Roxas…" the Pyro slowly raised his hand. The moment long slender fingers came in contact with his cheek, Roxas snapped back to reality.
"No! Go away, don't touch me!" the youngest of Organization XIII pushed Axel's hand away and ran out of the doorway.
"Rox, wait!" Axel reached out his rejected hand.
"Shut up!" Roxas ran down the hall, stumbled into his room, and slammed the door behind him.
Several members' lights went on and one door noiselessly opened. The room's owner stepped into the hall and stared at Roxas's shut door. He turned to look to Axel and sighed before returning to his room.
Axel hesitantly walked to Roxas's bedroom door. He knocked lightly, "Roxas, I-"
"Go away Axel," Roxas said in an airy whisper.
"Please Roxy, let me explain," truthfully, he didn't even know how to explain.
"I don't wanna hear it. Please, just leave me alone. I- I don't EVER want to see you again."
The Redhead stared at the closed door in a slight state of shock. A look of misery came over his face. He placed a hand on the doorknob. No, that would be a bad idea…
Behind the closed door, Roxas sat leaning on the door where he had let his body sink to the ground. The floor beneath him was freezing and his toes were going numb, but he didn't care. He hugged his knees to his small body with his head down bracing himself for what Axel would do next. He didn't understand why he felt so crushed or why he felt that if he had a heart, it would be broken.
"Roxy… I love you," the Pyromaniac's words echoed loudly in Roxas's ears. Large tears ran down the young boy's face.
"GO THE HELL AWAY, AXEL!" he clasped his hands over his mouth as to not allow the older member to know he was crying.
Axel's hand retreated from the doorknob to his side. He sighed heavily and headed back to his own room.
Demyx remained calmly on Axel's bed, still wearing a small grin of accomplishment. All according to plan. When Axel retuned to the room he shot Demyx with the coldest look a hot-head like Axel could possibly give. His emerald eyes delivered a poisonous look. It sent waves of chills through Demyx's body. Ouch. Sure all according to plan, but… what's coming for me?
"Axel, I-"
"Out," his voice stung like venom.
Demyx obediently stood and hurried to his own room. Axel shut the door and made his way to his bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and hid his face in his hands.
"Roxy…"