Clocks and Timepieces
AN: Hello, yet again, from thetinynocturne. C: This time, I come bearing AkuRoku - which, though not my favorite pairing, is an alright match, I suppose. Actually, I'm in no way, shape, or form fond of this pairing. But sometimes, my ideas only fit certain characters, and I really just think that this fanfiction and plot fit Axel and Roxas so well. So I had to use those two for this. I'm hoping that this will get a little more love than Justifying the Means. By the way, if you haven't read that one, you should.
I mean, what? No, I'm totally not shamelessly advertising my work. Not at all. ≥ u≥.
Anyway, this is going to be multi-chaptered. I'm not entirely sure how long it's going to go on for, but it might be a while. So, buckle up, keep your hands and feet inside of the cart at all times, and enjoy the ride!
Warnings:suicidal Axel, naïve Demyx, obnoxious Sora, copious amounts of stereotypes, twisted humor, lots of cussing, mentions of self injury, established death. (Some of these do not pertain to this particular chapter. Because this is more like a prologue, but, y'know.)
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, Zexion and Demyx would have way more scenes together, Roxas wouldn't have existed, and Axel would never have died. Clearly, none of those things have happened, and I sadlydon'town Kingdom Hearts.
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In Axel's eyes, his life ended the day that his mother's breathing stopped. When Aerith LaMonte took her final breath, so did her son. Sure, he kept living, but he wasn't really alive.
He'd always kind of seen his life as a waste, but he kept on keeping on because his mom wanted him to. But when she died, he didn't have a reason to stick around anymore. So, he kind of had this all planned out; he was going to kill himself on December 24th - which was, ironically enough, his birthday andthe day that his mother had died two years previously. Some might ask, "Why didn't he just off himself sooner?" and, well, the answer might have been that Axel wanted to see if things would start looking up (they hadn't), or the answer might have been that he just...wanted to keep going. Wanted to wait things out until the ideal time arose.
That time was soon. Approximately two weeks from the current date. In two weeks, he was gong to throw himself off of the top of his apartment building, down onto the busy street below, and he was going to die. He was going to save the world a little extra trouble by taking care of the inevitable a little more soon than what fate probably had planned. And everything would be fine. No one would miss him too terribly, and people would eventually get over it. Besides, it wasn't like most people didn't already know about how mentally stable Axel was. Well, wasn't, really.
Things were going to go smoothly. Everything was going to be perfect, right down to the finest detail. His suicide would go off without a hitch. He just knew it.
And then he met Roxas, and of course things just weren't going to work out for him, naturally.