Bet everyone that follows this story hates me right now ^^'' Well first off this had been completely torn apart and redone. It went in a completely different direction then intended so I had some help from an online friend and we fixed a bunch of things. There might be spelling and grammar mistakes in here, sorry about that. Let me know and it'll be fixed as soon as possible.
This is a yaoi story so if you don't like that then leave. You've been warned. The characters me be OC (out of character) but this is a FanFic so it doesn't matter to much. Also it's an AU story. I'm not sure what AU really is but it might be Authors Universe? If I'm wrong can someone tell me what it actually is please. Sorry it's so short. Its mostly a prologue for things to come.
Disclaimer - Nothing is mine except the plot. Just character borrowing.
Sitting up on the top of Twilight Towns train station was a spiky haired blond. The sun was going down setting the sky ablaze with dozens of reds, yellows, and orange shades giving the town its name. Though right now the blond wasn't watching the transition of colors. His eyes were more focused on a silent cell phone in his hand, the completely forgotten ice cream melting in the other making a sticky mess. Everyday for the past month, since summer vacation started, he could be found up there from 7 p.m. to dark. He was waiting, waiting for his boyfriend, or who he hoped was still his boyfriend, to call.
Axel had left on a family vacation on the first day of summer. They were heading out to Destiny Islands. The blonds' home town was there as well as his twin brother Sora. Their parents died when they were both 10 and got separated when Sora's new family took him in. The whole thing had not gone well even when Roxas got adopted by the Hikaru's. They lived in Twilight Town and that's where he had met his red-head boy friend. Axel had promised to call as soon as they got there and he did.
The problem was it had been 3 weeks since then and still no call back. He had tried to call Axel a lot of times, but every time there was no answer. He was defiantly scared. Something bad could have happened and there would be no way for him to find out. Axels parents absolutely hated him. They unjustly blamed the blond for their only son being gay and ruining their chances for grandchildren, so there was no way he was going to call them. He flipped open his phone for about the millonth time getting ready to call once more when it started ringing. He took one look at the name and instantly answered it. If anyone would know what was going on it would be him.