Axel had seen a lot of things, especially since he had moved to Twilight Town. He had seen his share of awkward moments and crazy moments and moments he couldn't even describe. But this, this was different.

It hadn't even been an extraordinarily interesting day. It was a Thursday, for Christ's sake. He had gone to school, come home, pretended to do his homework, met up with Demyx at the park and then stopped for sea-salt ice cream before heading back home. No crazy moments, nothing especially out of the ordinary. So the cute, blonde haired boy sitting calmly on the train tracks beneath him was not what he expected on his trip to Sunset Hill. He'd always made an effort to see the sun set before calling it a day, but today he was seeing much more.

Axel leaned his upper body over the fence that surrounded the hill, raising an eyebrow. The kid sat so still he could've been a statue. But the wind rustled his hair and soon he checked his watch, then assumed his previous statue form. Before he knew why, Axel was calling down to him. "Hey, cutie! Not how you catch a train."

The boy remained still for a moment, and Axel wondered if he'd even heard him. Clearing his throat, he opened his mouth to try again before the boy turned around, big blue eyes looking shocked and confused. They shot back and forth for a moment before settling on Axel, who was high above the boy. "I'm aware," he called back, then turned his back to him again.

"Then what are you doing?" Axel yelled, leaning over the fence even more. He didn't get an answer at first, so he sighed and leaned back, taking a bite from his sea-salt popsicle. He winced as the frozen treat gave him a hefty brain freeze, then tuned back into the boy.

"If you must know," he said, not facing Axel. "I am going to kill myself."

Needless to say, this was not the answer Axel expected. Although he hadn't a clue to what he did expect. He just blinked and thought for a moment, before sitting down by the fence and crawling underneath it, his legs hanging off the edge of the hill. "Well," he breathed sharply. "Why would you wanna do that?"

"The usual. I am sad. I'd rather be dead than sad."

Axel shrugged, then took another bite of his popsicle. He leaned back against the fence, then crossed his legs. "You know, that's kind of lame."

"Pardon me?" The boy turned around, this time sitting with his back towards the wind, now facing and looking up intently at Axel. He was quite the sight, too, so Axel didn't mind.

"I just—hear me out, alright?—I just think that if I were going to kill myself, I wouldn't want it to be for the usual reason. Kind of lame, I think." He smirked down at the boy and licked his pop deliberately slow. "But, that's just my opinion."

The boy nodded slowly, looking quite confused. "What kind of popsicle is that? I don't know if I've ever seen it."

"Sea-salt ice cream," Axel replied. "Got it memorized?" He smiled as the boy chuckled, his eyes lighting up just barely.

"Yeah, alright... Sea-salt? I don't think I've—" He was cut off by the sound of a train whistle, and both of the boys looked to see that the Twilight Town train had rounded the corner, and was speeding its way towards the cute blondie. "This is my stop!" The boy called, turning towards the train. Suddenly, Axel was reminded of the boy's intentions and he stood up quickly, hopping over the fence and racing down Sunset Hill. The tracks were right beneath it, so if he hurried, he might have a chance to save a life.

He rushed down the hill and the steps at the bottom of it, seeing the train getting closer and closer to the stranger. Pushing himself just a little bit harder, Axel sprinted towards him, still clutching his melting popsicle. "Hey!" he yelled over the sound of the approaching train, and the boy turned around, eyes widening. Axel finally reached him, grabbing his arm roughly and throwing him off the tracks. He didn't particularly care if he hurt the boy, because getting hit by a train would've hurt a lot more. Axel got out of harm's way and then pinned the boy down, making sure he stayed grounded until the train passed. Finally it did, so loudly that both the boys covered their ears and winced. As it chugged into the distance, Axel glanced at the boy, who looked furious.

"You had no right—"

"You thought I was going to let you die before you tasted sea-salt ice cream?" Axel chuckled.

"Who even are you? You're the most obnoxious creep I've ever—"

"Easy on the compliments, baby face!" Axel threw out the pet name, pleased by the blush that crawled on the boy's cheeks and the simultaneous nose crinkle of disgust. "And the name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

"Unfortunately so." The boy grumbled and stood up. "And my name's not cutie.. or baby face, or whatever else you were going to call me." They both went quiet for a moment before the boy stared at him. "I could call the police."

"What?!" Axel exclaimed, looking around to see if someone was in sight. "Why would you?!"

"I'm a minor, Axel," he replied, crossing his arms over his chest and staring past him at the long gone train. "And I'm quite sure this whole flirting thing wouldn't please them."

"That might work," Axel chuckled, stepping forward so he could grab the boy's hands. They were cold and sweaty at the same time. "If I weren't also a minor. Ah yes, the big 1-7."

The boy gasped and stepped back, tearing his hands away. "Not possible." Axel just nodded, looking the boy up and down. He was quite disheveled from being thrown earlier, and much shorter than Axel. But Axel wouldn't put it beneath him to throw a strong punch, so he backed up, giving him space. Suddenly, he spoke again, mumbling, "Roxas."

"What is that even supposed to mean?"

"My name," he clarified. "It's Roxas. I'd appreciate it if you'd call me that."

"Roxas? Alright, I can dig that," Axel said. "So, Roxas, what do you say about that ice cream?" He started to walk away, smiling brightly. He turned, surprised to see his new friend just standing there.

"I say no," Roxas said, shaking his head. "Why would I want to go get ice cream with you? You just inappropriately flirted with me during my suicide attempt, and then you ruined my aforementioned attempt. To be blunt," he crossed his arms again. "That was a dick move."

Axel just stared at him. "Let me get this straight," he growled, rather fed up with how fresh this person was being. "You're mad at me because I saved your life?!"

"Rather sloppily, I might add," Roxas piped up. "But yes. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted to get hit by the train, despite your ridiculous methods of cheering me up?" Before Axel could even think to speak, he continued. "For Christ's sake—you said my reason for killing myself was lame."

"Only because it was." Axel was staying true to his opinion, and Roxas just stared at him in disbelief. Who did this person actually think he was? He shook his head, scoffing because he had nothing more to say about the other's overwhelming stupidity. "Okay, I'm sorry for not letting a train liquify you."

"You're going with that as your apology, really?" Roxas rolled his eyes and turned around, looking at the train tracks. "I was so close this time."

Axel's smirk faded, and he looked down guiltily. He was slowly coming to terms with his rudeness. He didn't quite know what to say, and the boy was beginning to shake, and quiet sobs sounded from him. The popsicle had now melted all over Axel's hand, just leaving a wooden stick. He sighed and walked beside Roxas, nudging him gently with his shoulder. "Hey, it's alright."

Roxas looked surprised that he was still here, then wiped his face with his bunched up fists. "Just shut up. God, shut up..."

"Alright, just.. I'll shut up, okay? As long as you tell me what's wrong..." Axel cautiously put a hand on his shoulder, careful not to frighten him. He felt the other boy relax underneath his palm. "Maybe I could help."

Roxas sniffled and shrugged, glancing at him skeptically. "Perhaps it'll be easier to explain over ice cream." He eyed the melted mess on Axel's hand and chuckled softly. "Preferably frozen instead of melted."

"You're so needy. Frozen ice cream, really? What's next? You'll want frozen ice cubes! Or a warm meal!" Axel began to walk off, turning and facing Roxas expectantly. "Well, you coming?" He kindly held out a hand, waiting for it to be taken.

"Well..." Roxas whispered, looking between Axel and the train tracks. He could easily decline, and sit himself down and wait for the next train. He could do that so easily. In fact, he reckoned that explaining his problems over some risky ice cream flavor would be more painful than getting hit by a train. However, there was something undeniably and irresistibly alluring about Axel's bright green eyes, and Roxas found himself grabbing his outstretched hand before he could even understand why.