Chapter 1: Anything?
"Axel!" The little boy shouted. Said boy was Roxas Strife, 8-years-old and way to hype at 6:00 in the morning. Great. Axel, the boy's older brother, groaned into his pillow, but from experience, he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. Roxas kept pushing and pulling at Axel's "beautiful" crimson hair. He tried pushing off the boy, but even with his 20-year-old strength, (and "totally ripped" muscles, as he says), he could not force the hyper child off! Giving in to defeat, Axel turned around and yelped due to sudden eye contact with the blinding sun. Right, he thought. Summer time, whoopie. Normally he would be as ecstatic as little Roxas here. But his mom did ditch them for some "big shot" millionaire she met after Axel graduated. Not that he was complaining; he loved Roxas more than he loved himself, and that was hard love to gain. But it was a little much to have all that responsibility dumped on you at once. After he regained his focus, he realized Roxas had gotten bored and began to travel the house the recently moved into. Where did the little rascal go? Axel quickly threw on a tight tank top and sweat pants. He put his hair into a messy-morning ponytail and began his search for the child.
"Oh crap, oh shit, damnit! Why, God, why?" Axel murmured to himself as he discovered where Roxas was. Out of all places, why did he decided to venture the attic? He raced up the steps and found Roxas under numerous boxes STUFFED with antiques.
"Roxas! Dude, can you hear me? Little man? Oh no…" Axel said as he began aggressively digging and tossing boxes until he found a bruised and wounded Roxas on the floor. The boy blinked and weakly opened his eyes. As Axel looked into them he saw what he usually did, a deep blue ocean with the occasional shimmer. But this time his eyes were dull and dimmed. He whispered a quiet, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-" but before he could finish his sentence Axel put a light finger to his lips before Roxas grew unconscious. Axel had no hesitation as to rushing Roxas to the hospital. He just hoped the little man would be okay.
"Axel, Axel? Mr. Strife, we have good news." Said the nurse, vigorously trying to wake up the sleeping man. As Axel blinked his eyes open, he quickly jumped out his seat with a million question flying out his mouth. "Is he okay? Is he dead? Where is he? How long have I been asleep? Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" The nurse, growing impatient, put her hands on his shoulders and sat him back down.
"Roxas is just fine. We predict he will be waking up soon. You can stay as long as you would like." She said with a smile. That was the thing about nurses. They always had to smile, no matter what they were doing. He imagined a nurse murdering a patient with a psychotic smile on her face and quickly pushed it away.
"I think I'll stay a little longer. Thank you, nurse Kairi." She left the room with a nod. When the door closed behind her, Roxas' eyes began to flicker until they were wide open.
"Axel? Are you there?" Axel jumped at the voice but was instantly overjoyed.
"Roxy! I thought I lost you for a second there. Is there anything, and I mean ANYTHING, I can do to make it up to you?" Axel asked. He then cringed at the thought of the obvious answer he would get: Camping trip. Please no. Please, please, please-
"I want a camping trip!"
SHOOT.