"For My Roxas"
Disclaimer: I do not own KH2 or any of the Organization XIII.
Subliminal: Roxas, this isn't exactly how it happened obviously. I wrote you what happened. And it's still up to you.
"What have I done?" The words hung in the night air, silence the only answer to the question that had been the only noise for hours on the deserted beach. The waves lapping up to kiss the shore were comforting when Axel came to his senses enough to recall where he was. His green orbs blinked lifelessly as he stared up into the starlit sky. Oh, yeah.. it had gotten dark. He'd forgotten. He thought of sitting up, but every muscle in his body felt so much heavier. He didn't have the will to move. He wondered how long he'd been lying there on that beach, a lifeless bump on the sand. He wondered how long it had been since he'd last seen Roxas.
Last talked to Roxas would be a more appropriate term. He'd seen Roxas not long ago, but had only watched him from a distance. Axel sighed and rolled over onto his side, curling up in a fetal position. How could he have ever been so stupid? Roxas would never speak to him again. He was sure of it. If he did, Axel felt he might be able to pull himself together again. If not... then Axel would continue to wear his mask, pretending he was fine. But alone time would always find him in this sorry state. Crying, staring into space, quiet, and probably losing his mind.
It was his own fault, of course. Not entirely, but mostly his fault all the same. He'd fallen into a trap, taken the bait, and hurt the one he loved most as a result. He would never forgive himself. Or him. Or her. Because of those two, his alone time was invaded every now and again with thoughts of revenge. But mostly just the pain and numbnesss. He knew he would give anything to go back and change what happened, but it was too late for that now. Seven weeks too late. "Roxas..." The name spilled from his pale lips in a whisper as new crystalline drops fell to the sand. Thinking of him hurt. Seven weeks was a painfully long time. And of course, nearly everything made him think of Roxas. The boy was haunting him, always a painful reminder of his stupidity.
He certainly hoped Demyx and Larxene were happy with themselves, because they wouldn't be happy much longer. Well, truth be told, he'd forgiven Demyx... for the most part. He was, after all, his best friend and he knew the poor guy had been scared into this treachery by that savage nymph. "Larxene," he growled out between his teeth. That bitch. She'd scared Demyx into her plan knowing that he'd be able to get through to Axel. Axel watched the waves crawling closer as the thought back on it all.
"I'm serious, Axel!" Demyx sighed, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, you should see the way you look at her sometimes. The whole Organization thinks there's something going on between you two." He looked over to Axel, who was shaking his head. "I really can't believe you're even talking to me about this, Demyx! You know better than anyone how things are with Roxas an I." Axel sighed as he watched Demyx. The blond was quiet a moment, nodding thoughtfully as he shifted his position.
"Yeah, Axel, I know you and Roxas are all serious-like, but..." "But nothing, Demyx. There's nothing going on between Larxene and me. End of discussion." He frowned, and he'd left Demyx to find something better to do. Larxene, of all people! He couldn't deny that she did often seem to show interest, but he'd never returned her feelings. They were for Roxas, and him alone.
But for some reason, in the following weeks... Demyx brought it up again... and again... and persisted. And Axel began to wonder if he really was showing all sorts of signs of being involved with Larxene. He had to admit, she certainly was quite pretty... beautiful, even. Her blonde hair almost reminded him of the color of Roxas's hair, only Roxas's hair was of a more golden color. And as the days progressed he started to sort of maybe believe some of Demyx's words, and found himself returning Larxene's smiles. Before he realized it, he was spending more and more time with her. Her words had never held more to him than part of a plan before now. Now... now, she somehow had him ensnared.
He wasn't sure when he'd started spending nights in her room. She'd told him that she often got cold at night, and after he'd stayed one night feeling akward, she'd somehow convinced him to stay more often. It was probably around that time when he finally started to realize that... maybe he really did like Larxene?