Summary: A chance meeting of love at first sight. If only the others would allow such a thing. The God of the Underworld and a boy of Spring could never love one another. AkuRoku Based on Greek Mythology of Hades and Persephone.

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"Remember dear," Elena called out, watching as her son ran across the grass and into the forest. "Don't go out too far! And don't speak to strangers, especially humans!"

The young boy, Roxas, gave a faint wave to his mother. He had turned fourteen, and he was plenty old enough to be able to go out on his own. He didn't need his mother holding his hand the whole time. His mother was the Goddess of Harvest and she controlled the crops that grew in the human world. His father was Ansem, the lord of the Gods and Goddesses on Mount Olympus.

Roxas, himself, was the God of Spring. He could make flowers and such grow, and like any God, he could not age in a human sense. Once he reached the age of seventeen, he could forever remain that way. And he looked forward to it; spending a life time with his element.

He walked through the forest to a meadow of colorful flowers. He always went here. It made him happy, and he was away from his mother. He loved her, of course, but she was very controlling of what he did. She would only let him have friends that she picked, and that was all nymps. None of the other Gods or Goddesses were good enough. They would all 'taint' him, or 'steal his innocence', whatever that meant.

Sighing, Roxas sat down and began making a crown of flowers. He liked making them, really, and his mother always made it so that they never wilted. Roxas couldn't yet do that. He was still young and had yet to learn how to fully control his powers.

He looked up upon hearing footsteps. Odd, there usually wasn't anyone out here. Frowning, Roxas looked around, trying to locate where the footsteps were coming from.

"You shouldn't be out alone."

Roxas jumped. He recognized the man as a God. His hair was a bright red in spikes down his back. His eyes were a vibrant green, black tattoos under them bringing them out even more. He was tall, the tallest God Roxas had ever seen. He wore black chainmail and a blood-red cape that covered half of his form. Tucked under his arm was a black helmet.

"I-I..."

He raised an eyebrow. "You're Elena's son, aren't you?"

Roxas nodded. "Yeah, I'm Roxas. Who are you?"

"Name's Axel."

Roxas paled a little. He had heard of Axel from his mother. He was the God and Ruler of the Underworld. Ansem didn't like him at all, which wasn't all that odd. What was odd was that no one else did either. Usually, at least one other would, but none would say anything about it.

"Scared?" Axel taunted, smirking.

"N-no, it's just..." Roxas blushed. "I've never really met any of the other Gods...sir."

There was a pause before Axel laughed. "Don't call me sir, kid. It makes me sound old." He walked over, seating himself next to the blond. "So, I'm the first other God you've talked to? That's sad."

Roxas frowned, blush darkening. "Mother doesn't want me to...I shouldn't even be talking to you."

"Don't stop now." Axel said, smirking. "You're quite cute, did you know that?"

"I-I'm not..." the blond tried to argue, but Axel shook his head.

"You're also very modest. I like that, since most here aren't. Makes me wish I could keep you for myself."

Roxas averted his eyes, face red. He had never been complimented before, especially by someone as important as the Lord of the Underworld. His last comment made butterflies flutter in his stomach, and the blond wasn't sure why. He had heard about marriage, was that what Axel was implying? Didn't you need permission for that? Or was he offering?

"Um..."

"God of Spring, right?" Axel said.

Roxas beamed. He loved talking with someone about what he loved. "Yeah!"

Axel smiled a little at the reaction. "Cute. Does Ansem plan on having you replace Elena?"

"N-no, how...?"

Axel smirked, looking mysterious as he said, "Just because we're immortal, doesn't mean we can't die."

His statement didn't make sense to the younger God, so Roxas just frowned and went back to making the crown out of some roses. They were special roses that grew from the ground instead of a bush, and they were black. He loved these flowers, but his mother always stared at them in disdain, like they had offended her.

"You're very good." Axel said, gently touching the blond' arm, making him shiver. "These roses are beautiful."

Roxas smiled. "You really like them? Mother hates them because of the lack of color."

"Roxas," Axel smiled, making the blond redden again. "You could make anything beautiful."

"T-thank you." he stuttered.

"You're so cute." Axel said, ruffling his hair.

Roxas gulped, the spots where Axel had touched him tingling. He looked at the older man from the corner of his eye, biting his lower lip. He was...gorgeous. His skin was so pale, but it had such a glow. Roxas had never been attracted to someone before, but now he couldn't stop staring.

"Like what you see?" Axel teased, smiling.

Roxas jumped. "S-sorry, I, uh..."

"Don't worry so much, Roxas." Axel said, rolling his eyes. "I won't kill you because you're staring."

"Sorry, I just..."

Axel shook his head, wrapping an arm around the blond's waist. "Don't think so much. I think you're cute, you obviously think I'm cute, so what's wrong?"

"My...mother, she...won't like it, and..." Roxas stuttered, blushing, when Axel placed a finger on his lips, smirking.

"Who are you living to please? Your mother, or you? Because sadly, you can't do both."

He got up, and began to walk off before he stopped, turning back to the blond. "See you around, Roxas."

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It's short, but it's an introduction chapter. Tell me if you like it!! :D Inspired by The Writer Triumphant's Perspective, which is too cute for words. XP

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