No one knew what he was thinking about until her father arrived in port two in Santa Domingo. When he pressed the gun barrel to his father's forehead his blood ran cold. He had murder on his mind, and curious onlookers knew it.
"All right, father. You have a minute to apologize and beg for your life."
"Son, why are you doing this to us?" His father asked.
"I don't have two guns, now do I? And if I did, is it pointed at that beautiful blond that was just standing with you."
"Roxas!" Cloud called from behind somewhere. "Put. The. Gun. Down."
Roxas struggled as he heard his brother's voice. "NOW, Roxas," Cloud demanded.
"Or what?"
"Or I'll call Axel."
Roxas' eyes widened as soon as he heard that name. He hadn't heard that name in a little over a year, and he didn't expect his own brother to be using a call to Axel against him. Roxas dropped the gun immediately and ran away; tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He remembered the red-head who stole his heart; only to break it more and more everyday.
Roxas stepped off into an empty alleyway and leaned against the brick wall, sliding to the ground slowly. Yes, of course; the brick hurt him, but nothing on Earth matched the pain he was feeling in his heart at the moment. Even the tears burned his delicate eyeballs.
'How long has Axel been back in town?' Roxas thought to himself.
Roxas cried until the tears stopped falling. He stood up slowly and walked out of the alley way, wiping the smeared eyeliner off his cheeks. Roxas watched his feet as he walked along the sidewalk.
"Oomph!" Roxas screamed as he bumped into someone.
"Why don't you watch where you're fuc—" As soon as Roxas looked up at the tall figure he noticed something familiar. Red hair, piercing green eyes, and two unmistakable tattoos under his eyes that looked like upside-down tear drops.
'Oh GOD. Roxas, walk away.' Roxas thought as he spun around in a hurry.
"Roxas!" The red-head called.
'Just pretend you don't remember him. It's probably best.' Roxas sighed internally.
"Look, okay. I'm so fucking sorry I ran into you. You happy?" Roxas made his best angry face.
"Oh, Roxas. You're still so cute when you're mad," Axel cooed.
"How the fuck do you even remember my name? Since I meant nothing to you," Roxas spat. 'So much for pretending to not remember him.'
"Roxas, I told you I had NO choice whether to go or not. Xenmas made me. It was either GO or DIE. I went because I knew you wouldn't want me dead!" Axel yelled. "Roxas, have you been crying?"
"What does it matter to you?"
"If only you knew . . . Roxas." Axel smiled a little and turned around.