Once Again: Meeting
Roxas made a face at his cellphone, there were about 20 voice mails in his inbox. He hadn't listened to any of them. This is what he got for going away for two weeks, not taking his cell, and coming back. He sighed. Putting it to his ear, he started to make his first call. It was ringing as he passed a red-haired man with some serious spikes.
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Axel rolled his eyes, and left the café. The coffee in his hand seemed somehow unappetizing, but he sipped it anyway. His eyes closed, savoring the bitter taste. Straight espresso, no sugar. In the back of his mind he heard the buzz, and absently blew on his steaming coffee. It had scalded his tongue. He was about to take another sip, when a boy walked past. He had strange curly spikes made of baby-like blond locks, and reflected the sunlight peeking shyly through the clouds.
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Roxas froze. W-who... Was that familiar man? Memories, ones of people he didn't know, places he'd never been, came rushing in. In almost all of them, was the red-haired man. A name drifted on the edge of his mind. Fiery locks, spiked to the sky, smirking mouth, taunting green eyes... Axel. Roxas felt his eyes widen. No. 8 of Organization 13, nicknamed Flurry of Dancing Flames. His best friend... Axel.
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Axel stopped and dropped his coffee. ...Roxas!? Unlike the boy, Axel had almost all of his memories, of his previous life from day one. He had the time they'd spent, together... The taunting image of a boy who he didn't know was alive... He didn't know if he could meet him again... Axel spun around, hearing a clatter. He was pushed back, onto the ground, as Roxas rammed into him. Lithe arms slid around his waist, in a ferocious hug. Axel felt his breath leave his lips. A sudden wetness made him look down to the head on his stomach, snuggling against his skin. Axel's surprise was replaced by overly compassionate affection, and he ran a hand through those soft blond baby locks.
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Roxas looked up, tears spilling freely. The hand that wasn't running through his hair, cupped his chin. It tugged and pulled him up, with ease. Now in the red-haired man's lap, he buried his face in the crook between his shoulder and chest. Sobbing without restraint. Again, but now with two, hands came and cupped his face. Roxas's face was tilted up. A pair of lips, warm with the fire that resided in the man, pressed themselves against his.
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Axel released the smaller boy, and saw a brilliant smile. A voice full of laughter, joy and strange disbelief startled him.
"... And you said that we didn't have next lives..." As he leaned down for another kiss, Axel found himself quite pleased at been proved wrong, something that also scared him a bit. He would wait to ponder this. Right now, he had Roxas on his lap, fully kissable at the moment. Something that was a sin to waste–in his mind anyway. Through his lips, he felt Roxas's smile grow. Behind them, ignored, lay Roxas's cellphone. An annoyed voice that sounded like Sora's, was talking.
"Roxas? Roxas? Roxas, I know you're there, talk to me! Roxas!" ... And so on.
I do not own Kingdom Hearts, it belongs to Square Enix. I don't own the paring, it belongs to all yaoi Axel x Roxas fangirls, and finally... I owe the inspiration of this story to a teaser comic page; where Axel and Roxas meet each other in the next life. It has yet to be continued, both comic, and my story. Stay tuned for next issue: Meeting Reunions!