A/N: lololol. It's 3:30AM. And this is my first ever fanfiction that I've ever written that isn't Zelloyd, and lol, I had to pick these two as my ice breaker. I'm such a bandwagon douche... I do love AkuRoku, though... I had fun writing this. The idea has been floating in my head for some time now, so pssst, I had to write it.
I hope my partner in crime likes it D: And doesn't kill me because it isn't Zelloyd.
So have fun. It's aprox. 600 words. lol I fail.
whisper You so totally don't have any idea how hard it was to get Axel right. I still don't feel 100 percent with everything I wrote with him. Ack. /whisper
Standing on the edge of a 23-floor apartment building roof was a lot like shrinking back down to the age of 6 while standing on top of a dresser, toes curled around the edge, sweaty and shaky, unsure if one should jump down or not. Roxas blinked long and hard as he felt the wind blow past him, as if to urge him back off the edge of his apartment building. But there was a vast sea of lights in front of him, and it was beckoning him; and when beckoned, one answered. Roxas put his foot out, ready to take the step before he heard the door open.
"Jesus Christ, who knew this door was open?" Came the obscene and vulgar voice of Axel, and the clink that followed told Roxas that Axel had closed the door, "So, Roxy-"
"Don't call me that." Roxas muttered, putting his foot back on the building edge; for it would be completely and totally rude to dive to ones death while speaking to ones best friend. As icy Roxas acted, he was not rude. Dimly, Roxas corrected himself, he was rude, very rude and insensitive at times, but he wasn't malicious enough to step off the building while talking to his best friend.
"Roxas" Axel corrected mockingly as he lit up a cigarette and sauntered over to the rail around the building, "How's the breeze?"
"Not bad." Roxas replied, eyes longingly staring out at the pools of light below him.
"Awesome."
They stayed like that for a while, Roxas standing on the edge, more than willing to go over but unable to; the breeze slapping his face as if to try and slap some sense into him. Axel was leaning on the rail as his intense green eyes scanned over the badly lit horizon, seemingly ignorant at the fact that Roxas was going to toss himself to the cement below.
"Hey, guy," Axel started, tossing his cigarette over the edge of the building, leaning over to watch it fall. Subconsciously he noted that Roxas watched the cancer sticks decent to its final resting place as well, "There's a marathon of Who's Line is it Anyways on TV." The redhead said slowly, pulling out another cigarette and lighting that one up, taking a long drag. Roxas motioned for the smoke, and Axel passed it over and watched as Roxas took a drag as well, "And I came up here for a fag before it started," Axel continued lewdly, ignoring the disgruntled look Roxas shot at him, "So now you should come down with me and watch the marathon."
Roxas thought about it for a while, taking another drag of the cigarette before passing it back to Axel and letting the smoke roll out of his mouth and nostrils, "Yeah, whatever." He said, nonchalantly as he tossed his leg over the rail and hopped over Axel's side, "But you owe me dinner or something."
"Ice cream work? I just bought a shit load." Axel asked, taking a final puff of his cigarette, then passed it over to Roxas, who took his final puff as well before tossing it to the ground. They looked at each others bare feet, and shrugged, leaving the cigarette to burn itself out as they both left the roof of the building.