"Roxas," a voice sounded from the darkness behind him. The blond boy froze in the process of putting his pants on, hoping his bedmate was simply talking in his sleep. He held his breath and waited.
"Roxas, baby." Damn, no luck. Roxas sighed wearily and continued rustling into his pants. "Go back to sleep, Axel," he said as he grabbed his shirt off the floor. He heard movement behind him, the rustling of sheets, but he tried to ignore it.
"Hell to the fuck no," Axel said from the bed. Roxas couldn't tell if he was standing or not, so he hurried with his shirt. He had just gotten the shirt over his head when he felt warm arms embracing him.
"I'm not letting you go, Roxas. Not this time, not ever," Axel breathed into the blond's ear. Roxas squirmed in irritation as Axel held him tightly. Axel gently ran a thumb across Roxas's stomach. The boy squirmed, remembering all the time that they had spent together.
"Stop it, Axel," Roxas hissed through his teeth, even as he felt himself relax into the body behind him. He was remembering everything; how Axel was the only one there for him, how Axel brought him sea-salt ice cream, Axel, Axel, Axel. He couldn't stop thinking of him. He sighed and tried to hold himself to his convictions, to be determined, damnit.
Roxas decided. He quickly pulled out of Axel's grasp and threw on his organization coat. Axel quickly followed suit, dressing in record time.
Roxas had barely gotten halfway down the hallway when Axel grabbed his wrist. He pushed him to the wall and held him there, one arm above his head and one by his side. "Roxas," Axel ground out, right in the boy's face, "You can't fucking leave me. You wouldn't DARE."
The blonde sighed again and rose his eyes to meet Axel's emerald ones. He almost got lost in their depths; the bright serpentine green which they turned when he was angry was pulling him in, making him loose control of himself.
He snapped back to reality and glared defiantly at the redhead, staring into his tattoos rather than his eyes. "I can, and I will," he said, anger tainting his voice, "And you won't stop me."
If Roxas had been watching Axel's eyes, he would have seen him shatter. He would have seen all the anger go away, his resolve broken. He would've seen the tears begin to collect along his lower lid, the pain that the eyes showed. He would have realized why Axel let go.
Roxas bolted as soon as Axel's grip loosened. Axel himself fell to the ground, staring vacantly at the wall in front of him. The tears that had been threatening spilled over in a torrent of terrific sadness, and he found himself missing something.
He realized that, without Roxas, there was no reason to live.
Because Roxas was his heart.
He began to laugh insanely at the cruel irony of it all. The boy had come into his non-existant life and given him back what he had been missing for years. Then, in a brief moment, had ripped it away again.
Axel smiled to himself as Demyx showed up with his sitar, hoping to calm the crazed pyro. "So this is what it's like," he said loudly, "To lose your heart a second time."