My Starry Sky

A.N. This I thought was a cute little idea I decided on after a horrendous night on ED, the most disgusting site I've ever been to. My advise? If you value sanity, do not go to that site. If you have no sanity left. .then that's the place for you. As for this story, yes, I actually like this one. I hope everyone else does, too. Review if you want, either way. I don't care.

"Hey, Roxas, did I ever tell you what your name meant?"

"No, I don't think you did."

"Well, now I will, it means. . ."

"Woo-hoo!! God, that was great practice, Roxas!" Hayner exclaimed triumphantly to the ocean blue sky above. Roxas grinned, agreeing as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He and Hayner spent this day with their usual 'hot super secret training' for the upcoming and highly anticipated Struggle tournament; something both of them intended to win. "You guys sure have worked hard, I know one of you will win at least." Olette smiled, her usual optimism was always able to 'turn that frown upside down'. Hayner humphed in response, shoving Roxas in the shoulder. "And we all know I'm gonna be that one." He smirked. The blonde rolled his eyes. "In your dreams." He replied curtly, pushing the other away. "Welll..," began another boy, who happened to be in Roxas's inner circle. "We don't know who'll be number one, until we get to the tournament, now will we?" he countered with a smile.

Hayner scratched his head, the boy was right. "Gah, Pence you really know how to take the fun outta things, you know." Pence chuckled. "It's my job." Olette giggled. "But it's my job to bring the fun back in. Look what I have!" she beamed, suddenly pulling 4 equally scrumptious ice cream bars from her bag. The boys gasped and took the treats with greedy hands, feeling themselves deserving of such treats. And so this is how the days would gol; The simple, quiet and peaceful days of Roxas and his pals; Simple days with nothing new, no one special, and no one there to tell him just what his name really meant.

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But now. . .things changed. Something. . .happened.

"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

". .Yeah."

And then he realizes that that moment was not a dream. It was not an illusion. This man is real. And what he wants is real. But he can't give it to him. This is his world, his place, and his life. You can't just take it from someone! But. . still, If there was no other way. .he'd have to give in, right?

"Roxas!"

Thinking is over. Thinking is what gets you killed. Thinking is going to get him killed. He can't move. His feet are paralyzed, the energy around him explodes, warning him of certain doom. This moment is inescapable. Time to die-

"ROXAS!!"

His eyes open but it's too late. He feels someone's arms clutch him tight. He hears a scream echo in his ears. A blinding light showers his vision. He gasps and screams as he's pushed to the ground. His head smashes onto the concrete and his mind goes black.

"Hey, Roxas, did I ever tell you what your name meant?"

"No, I don't think you did."

"Well, I'll tell you now, it means. . ."

"!!" He wakes up, his mind frantic for answers but there are none. He surveys his surroundings. Everything's still in place, only the town is deserted it looks like. And the sky has vomited lonely shades of gray. Something has happened here. Things have changed. The blonde begins to sit up but yelps in pain and winces at a gash on his knee. 'Gah, how did that happen?' he wonders silently. His fingers walk in the blood that oozes from his wound, telling him that he's been hurt. But by what? He sits up again, trying hard to ignore the stinging pain in his knee. He stands on his feet, quickly brushing himself off. He slowly starts to leave the area, hoping to find his friends, or anyone that could tell him what happened. He sighs as he walks but stops. There's blood on the dirt; fresh blood.

'I know that's not mine.' He shivered as he followed the splashes and splotches of red that stained the ground. He followed and followed until it led him to one particular area; the boardwalk that featured the ever-present view of the town's lake; quite a beautiful sight at night. Only now, it was quite an eerie one. But this wasn't what caught poor Roxas off-guard. No, not the lake, but the figure that seemed to be watching the lake, painfully, I might add. Roxas crept closer, measuring his steps as so not to be heard by the stranger. 'This must be his blood. .' he thought. The figure looked to be in all black, except for his noticeably red hair. Something, Roxas thought always stood out. "E-excuse me. Sir?" he choked. No response. He tried again. "Excuse me. Sir?" he raised his voice this time. Still, nothing came from the stranger.

Roxas sighed. This guy was probably useless anyway. He had to look for others, after all, he didn't wanna be stuck alone with this deaf mute. He turned, his shoes scratching against the rocky surface as he headed back into the heart of Twilight Town. "Wait!" The blonde stopped, immediately turning to face the stranger who miraculously spoke. His face didn't look too bad; his eyes an enchanting green with unusual teardrops under his eyes. Roxas thought this man quite handsome. He was about to head over to the stranger when he noticed something; a wet dripping sound coming from the man. The blonde looked closer and saw that he was bleeding, badly. "Are you okay?" he asked, stepping up to the redhead. The other smiled slightly. Something about that smile moved something inside of Roxas; like it was a familiar sight. Nonetheless, this man needed help.

"You're bleeding, really bad. You need help." Roxas stated. The other weakly waved him off. "I'm fine." The blonde frowned. How could you say something so idiotic when you're clearly hurt? "No, you're not. You're coming with me." He decided, grabbing for the other's arm. The redhead tensed as the blonde pulled him away. Does he know who he's dragging? This was bad. The man didn't want Roxas to see how bad this wound was and besides, he'd been hurt worse. Why couldn't he believe him when he said he was just fine? "Roxas, stop, I'm fine." He begged. The blonde silenced his tracks and whirled around to face the other. "Huh? ..How do you. .know my name?" he asked cautiously, slowly retracting his grasp of the other. The stranger looked at the other. "I've always known your name. I thought you knew that." Roxas seemed pleasantly confused. "Huh? But I don't even know who you are. How could you know who I am?" he countered.

Now it was the redhead's turn to be confused. "What? But I thought you knew my name. Axel? Ring any bells?" he asked. The blonde bit his lip. Axel. That name, does sound familiar. This man. . no, couldn't be! Roxas's eyes widened as he stared deep into the other's evergreen orbs. "You. ." he whispered. The other stood silent. "You remember?" The blonde shook his head slowly, as if he was in disbelief at who he was speaking to. "I . ., I do. You're the one that said my name meant-

"Axel, you always get hurt, you know. Have you ever taken into consideration that I always have to clean your wounds?"

"Well, you don't seem to mind it."

"..I do."

"Huh, so this is your little hangout, eh?" Roxas huffed. "What, were you expecting Hugh Hefner's mansion?" Axel smirked, his hands touching the walls of Roxas's bedroom. "A little bit." The blonde made a noise. "Well too bad. Now get undressed so I can fix your wound." Axel's hands stopped feeling the wall and he looked at Roxas. Memories. The blonde stared back, equally confused. The redhead looked at the other, his eyes lonesome, saddened, hurt. The other soon succumbed to the silence. "Axel?" he whispered. The red-head immediately ended his trance. "What? Oh, yeah, my wound, sure." He began to remove his bloodied coat and shirt and sat on the other's bed. Roxas looked at the cruel infliction on his back and gasped; that must've hurt so bad. "I did it to save you." Axel spoke, not looking up. A small blush flickered on the other's face. 'Why do that for me?' He opened his drawer and searched for his first aid kit. He pulled out the necessary utensils and got to work.

"Why does this happen to you, Axel?"

"Because I get hurt."

"Not like this!"

"It's just a wound, Roxas. Nothing big. It's not like I'm gonna die or anything!"

"..Stop it."

"What?"

"Stop treating it like it's not a big deal! It is a big deal! Each time your cuts get deeper and deeper. Sometimes I think you won't even make it! And you pass it off as a joke! 'Nothing big' you say, well it is! Don't you even care about how I feel? How I feel when I have to see this? Do you?"

"Roxas, please-"

"Oh shut up! Don't you get it?! It fucking HURTS ME to see this happen to you! It hurts me to see you hurt like this! Because, because, I don't ever want to see you in pain."

"..Roxas.."

"Promise me, Axel. Promise me you won't end up like this again. Please."

"Roxas-"
"Promise me!"

"..I promise."

"T-there. All done." Roxas sighed. Who knew cleaning someone could be so tough? He rose from the bed and commenced to placing the supplies away. He looked at Axel, worried. "Hey. You okay? Axel?" The other didn't move, his eyes dull and stagnant. He then rose to his feet. "I have to go." He said quickly, picking his coat and shirt up. Roxas was surprised. "What? No, you can't!" he exclaimed. The redhead looked at the blonde, shocked. Roxas avoided his eyes, bashful. "N-not in the condition you're in." he whispered. Axel smiled, his eyes softened and full of life. He stepped to the other and enveloped him in a hug. Roxas was flustered. 'This sensation, it's. .so familiar.' "Thank you, for taking care of me." The older confessed into the blonde's ear. Axel's voice alone sent shivers through the younger's spine. "Y-you're welcome." He replied into the other's sleeve. After the formalities Roxas found that he couldn't quite let Axel go; like, if he let him go, something bad would only happen to him, and that was something Roxas couldn't bear to stand.

And. .as strange as it may have been, Roxas felt that he knew this man not for only a matter of hours, but, for years; Years he couldn't quite seem to remember. But one thing he did remember; was this feeling; this feeling he got when Axel would hold him in his arms. To Roxas, that seemed like the safest place to be; a place in which he could stay in, forever. Finally, Axel had to let him go for it was time to depart. "Will you come back?" the blonde asked. Axel smiled. "Of course." And with that he headed for the door but not before one last hug. "I'll see you later," he whispered. "My starry sky. ."

Starless

End.