Rating: M
Bitter
Chapter 1
Summary: Roxas is cold, toward everyone around him, suffering after a traumatic experience- and to make matters worse, a creepy red-head decides to fall in love with him. Will Roxas be able to forget the past and love him back? Or will he never let it go?
A/N: Most of this was to vent. Meaning it'll be angsty.
Dedication to: Izzy-Lawliet, and My dear Mich as a birthday present.
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It all started when he saw the blond- hair the color of wheat, eyes the most brilliant shade of blue he'd ever seen- for the first time. No matter what he did after that… no matter how wrong it might be… he couldn't help but fall in love with him.
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Roxas sighed audibly to himself, blue oceans glancing around. The blond was waiting outside in the somewhat chilly morning air for the school bus to come.
Despite how futile it was, he was desperately wishing that today was a dream. That it wasn't the first day of a new school year. That it was the beginning of summer again. That he… could just spend another whole three months enjoying life with his friends.
The screeching of tires and the smell of diesel exhaust brought him back to reality though. The blond groaned inwardly as the doors opened and he heard the obnoxious sound of little kids screaming already. Nonetheless, he adjusted the strap of his bag and stepped inside.
Roxas had always disliked the ride to school. None of his friends rode the bus and it seemed that he was a magnet for the people that everyone else would avoid like a plague.
Unsurprisingly, right after the blond sat down, an overly nice girl that no one seemed to like sat next to him. He was pretty sure that her name was Kairi. She smiled widely at him, tucking some of her red hair behind her ear before trying to start a conversation. Roxas immediately ignored her and put on his headphones, turning up the volume to his Zune. All the way. He wasn't interested in idle chatter.
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It was a day like any other. A young blond with eyes that could make the sea jealous, and beautiful golden hair that put a golden field of wheat to shame played outside- his parents had entrusted him with his uncle for the day as they would do on occasion.
The blond was carefree- happy with the simplest of things. He also trusted people blindly. But then again it was to be expected- he was only six years old after all.
"Roxas- time to come inside," the blond's uncle, called. Roxas smiled widely at the man with icy blue eyes, doing as he was told. Soon enough though, he was bored.
"Luxord, will you play with me?" he pleaded. Luxord glanced at his nephew, heart skipping a beat and smiling at that angelic face.
"Alright, Roxas. I've got the perfect game in mind- but if we play it, you have to remember, it's our secret."
The blond smiled widely. "Okay," he said happily.
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Roxas woke to someone shaking him roughly, sitting bolt upright. He noticed that it was Kairi and realized that he must've fallen asleep on the way to school- they'd arrived already. He stretched slightly, not even bothering to thank her then got up, getting off the bus.
The day went on and the blond continued to resent it until he met up with his friends at lunch. His enthusiasm soon melted away when classes resumed though. Much to Roxas' dismay, he didn't seem to have any classes with his friends this year. So, he was glad when the day came to an end.
He would've liked to have spent some time with his friends after school but had to head to his job at the mall right away. The blond sighed, walking slowly in that direction.
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Roxas didn't really care that he arrived five minutes late to a job that he hated. He had the thrilling job of working at a discount store at the mall. Much to his displeasure, he was to be stuck up front all night as the cashier.
The day passed slowly- Roxas unfortunately had been left with nothing to do. And, when he had them, most of the customers he had to deal with weren't particularly pleasant.
The blond huffed just before deciding to clean the windows for something to do. They needed it too - especially after some little brats had decided to draw pictures on them with their fingers.
So, Roxas got the window cleaner along with a rag and began to clean them, not stopping until he was done and satisfied with them. He was surprised to see someone at his counter, watching him intensely. The blond blinked. It was someone he'd never seen before.
He had red hair, styled in long spikes, cascading down his back. Beautiful green eyes complimented it perfectly, as did the black upside down triangle tattoos his skin. Roxas smiled at him pleasantly, remembering that it was his job to 'serve the customer first'.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sweetly, getting behind his counter, "I didn't realize that you were there, you could have just yelled at me and I would have checked you out."
The red-head smirked slightly then lent closer to the blond. "Sorry," he said, smoothly, "I was too busy checking you out." Roxas frowned. It deepened when he glanced down and saw that the red-head was buying condoms. Then he looked up, smiling pleasantly.
"You're a creep," he said cheerfully. The red-head blinked when the blond swiftly bent down and picked up a phone to page somebody.
"Sora to the front please, Sora to the front, thank you," he said, voice resonating over the intercom. He moved to leave as soon as he arrived.
"Where are you going?" the red-head asked.
"On break," the blond replied curtly. The red-head smirked, watching him leave.
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Roxas left the store, going to the food court and getting some coffee from Starbucks. He was more than mildly displeased when the creepy red-head sat next to him, abruptly getting up and leaving, becoming even more annoyed when he was followed.
"What the fuck do you want?" Roxas snapped after moving to his third seat.
"Well, for starters, your name," the red-head said. Roxas had taken the liberty of taking off his nametag. The blond glared at the red-head.
"Fuck you," he said icily.
"Gladly," the red-head whispered in his ear. Roxas slapped him, made a rude gesture involving his middle finger then started to storm off. The red-head immediately followed.
"Goddamnit, leave me alone," Roxas hissed, making his way back to the store.
The red-head chuckled. "Not a chance," following him up until he went into the break room, only stopping because only employees were allowed inside.
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Roxas sat at the break table, running a hand through his hair before drinking his coffee. Great. Just what he needed to complete his wonderful day: a creepy red-headed stalker.
The blond laid his head against the table, closing his eyes and trying to think about anything but the present.
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Luxord smiled at Roxas, the look in his eyes almost… predatory, and for the briefest of seconds the blond sensed that something wasn't right. He trusted his uncle though. He knew he'd never hurt him.
Roxas watched as his uncle kneeled before him. "Close your eyes and keep them closed, sweetie," he whispered. Roxas gave him a questioning glance then did as he was told. He wasn't sure of what to think when a hand gripped his neck and Luxord's thumb ran across his lips. Nonetheless, he kept his eyes closed like he'd been told to.
Or at least he did until something warm and soft brushed against his lips. Then something warm and wet entered his mouth.
"L-Luxord… I-I don't like this game," the blond whispered when Luxord broke the kiss moments later.
"But honey," he whispered, gripping Roxas' shoulders, "We're just getting started."
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Roxas' phone vibrated in his pocket and he groaned inwardly as his break came to an end. He could just see it now- that red-head would be waiting for him, smirking stupidly.
The blond sighed, getting up and throwing his cup away. He went out the door and glared icily at the red-head, who as he'd predicted, waiting for him. Smirking stupidly.
"Go away," the blond hissed, briskly walking back toward the front.
"Not until you tell me your name," the red-head who was taller replied, easily keeping up.
"It's 'not interested' now get lost."
The red-head's smirk widened. "I'm a valuable customer- you should be nicer to me."
Roxas stopped, glaring. "Just because you're a customer neither makes you valuable, nor does it mean that I have to put up with assholes like you."
The red-head stopped as well. "I like you," he said, smirk turning into a Cheshire grin.
"That's sick," Roxas whispered, feeling nauseous as he remembered a pair of icy blue eyes and short blond hair that had belonged to a once beloved uncle.
"Why's that?" the red-head asked.
"For starters, you're a guy," Roxas said.
"You don't seem like the type to be close-minded," the red-head stated. Roxas scoffed.
"Says the whore who bought condoms," he said coldly.
The red-head smirked, bending toward the blond. "I didn't say that I'd be fucking girls, now did I?" he asked, lowly. Roxas stepped back.
"Stay the fuck away from me," he snapped before turning on his heel and quickly walking away. The red-head was about to follow when he noticed something on the floor. He smirked when he realized what it was, bending down and picking it up.
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"N-no!" the blond yelled, struggling as his shirt was removed.
"You don't like me anymore, Roxas?" Luxord asked, looking hurt. Roxas looked at his uncle, feeling guilty.
"Of course I do…" he said, voice giving away how guilty he felt.
Luxord smiled. "Then let's play our special game, so I can show you how special you are to me."
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Roxas snapped out of his thoughts, literally wanting to bang his head against the counter when the red-head showed up and stood in front of it.
"What?! What do you want?! Didn't I tell you to stay away?!" He asked. The red-head smirked, bending toward the blond, while setting something on the counter.
"You dropped something," he said, smoothly. Roxas' eyes widened when he saw what it was. "See ya around, Rox-as," the red-head said, finally exiting the store.
Roxas could have shot himself for losing his nametag of all things and having the red-head find it.
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-TBC-
A/N: How Roxas and Axel met? Yeah, some jerk actually said that to me. Anyway;
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