A/N well this'll be my 7th fic.
Warnings: well it doesn't really need any soooo on with the show.
It was dark when he finally came home, his fiery locks being illuminated by the dull chandelier; toxic green eyes looked into the dark decrepit halls of the old house he called home. It was a Victorian styled home with furniture to match, though he didn't care about the expensive things, his favorite thing was in a hidden bedroom upstairs.
He ascended the creaky stairs and down the narrow hall lit by slowly dying candles, cobwebs were all over the place. He stopped at a small cupboard under the stairs; he walked through and started to look for a light switch. Hidden in the back was a door with a golden handle. His favorite thing was behind it. He unlocked it with a brass key; the room was furnished with a claw foot tub and a brass bar bed. A brilliant vanity sat in the corner adorned with gold.
"Roxas?" He said walking in and heading towards the vanity. "I've missed you." He said turning the key of an old music box. "Oh I almost forgot, I got you a present." He set the box down ready to be opened.
He walked toward a boy with flaxen hair and pale snow white skin, his blue eyes shown dull and lifeless. The boy wore a black knee length Victorian dress ornamented with red ribbons and flowers; it was sleeveless with a square neckline. He wore a matching headdress, and black mid-calf boots.
The red head walked over and placed a kiss on the boys' cheek, he put a long heart necklace with a key on his neck.
"There…see it looks good on you, now my heart can always be with yours." He said opening the box. A soft melody played, the boy, Roxas rose almost mechanically and started dancing in time with music. Each twirl and dip was perfect. When the music ended he fell to his knees.
"Beautiful, just like you my doll." Axel said walking over to Roxas, and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "But if you keep falling on the floor you'll get hurt." He said putting Roxas on the bed. "I'll come back and get you for dinner."
When he left the boy laid on his back and let cold clear tears roll down his unmarred face. The shackle lightly reddening his neck.
A/N so tell me what you think! Oh and does it have a possibility of evolving into more than a one shot?