DISCLAIMERS: CHARACTERS NOT MINE. .sobbity sob sob. (but at least i can claim the story :)
1. Greetings.
When Axel first met Roxas as partners, Axel thrust his hand out enthusiastically. Roxas looked straight at him with his blue eyes, the black cloth he wore rustling, and...didn't take his hand. Axel withdrew his hand back then and pouted. He was already thinking that his partner is such a damn prude, what's his damn problem deal. Roxas looked to the side, looking like he wanted to say something. That or
"You look constipated. Lighten up a bit, won't you? Name's Axel, got it memorized?"
Roxas looked back at him, seemingly startled. Like he hadn't noticed him there before.
"...My name's...Roxas."
"So, do you remember who it is? Your other half, I mean."
By the look on Roxas' face, he doubted that he did. Constipated again.
"Well, I'll take care of you, Roxas, m'boy."
He wrapped his long arms around the blonde boy and shook him, grinning.
2. Nobody.
Surprisingly enough, even though Axel was older, taller, and...supposedly more mature than him, Roxas always won in their training sessions.
That day was no different, apparently. Except, Roxas was more relentless, more bashing, and altogether, more violent.
"Hit me harder! Dammit, Axel! Harder." Roxas wasn't even breathing hard, but he was yelling and he was hitting the redhead with his keyblades. The metal was screaming with every collision.
"Ro-Roxas! Stop!" And Roxas didn't stop, just kept going until Axel stopped and he was abruptly thrown back as the keyblade hit him on the stomach.
Axel stayed still on the ground, slightly relaxed. It had happened before, just no explanation. Dark skies still, where they were. He was used to it. He heard the squeaking of Roxas' boots as he approached. No clinking anymore, the other boy wasn't waving his keyblades around--it was over.
"Somebody." Roxas was whispering and Axel focused his eyes above on the looming boy. Roxas dropped down, straddling Axel. The unfeeling warmth sent something akin to calm excitement through Axel's bones. It felt lost.
"Roxas."
"Somebody...stop me. Somebody stop this Nobody." Axel's eyes widened.
"Roxas..."
"Help me...Axel." But Roxas wasn't crying, because he couldn't. Because he was a Nobody, and all Axel could do was stare into the other boy's deep blue eyes and think
Is this what we really are?
3. More Like
It was one of those knock-off days when Roxas and Axel are just laying in bed. The knock-off days when they're just half asleep, one leg dangling off the side of the bed and one of them reading a book or a magazine.
Of course, both of them were bored. So, one of them had to bring up a topic somehow.
"Your hair..."
"It's a natural shade of red, don't you think?"
Roxas stared, "Maybe. Looks a bit clownish to me. Or joker." Roxas snickered.
Axel grinned and faked insult, "It's suppose to match my fire. You know, firey personality. It says it all."
Roxas sat up a bit, looked into Axel's eyes, an action that made Axel slightly nervous. Then Roxas leaned back down, flipped a page in his book and sniffed.
"It looks more like the color of blood to me."
