Summary: Piss, find out for yourself.
Pairing: AkuRoku
Disclaimer: I don't own it, only the messed up story.
Warning: M- language, sexual situations, violence- lots of violence, gay boys, (mayberape).
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Thanks for checking out my story. I'm not sure when I'll update but I'll try to as much as possible! The chapters alternate between Roxas and Axel POV's. As of right now, I don't have the plot completely sorted out. If you would be so kind as to leave me a review, I'd appreciate it!
As of March 2009
I am now allowing anonymous reviews.
I fixed chapters 1-4 so they look more uniform, and checked some spelling and grammar.
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Chapter One
Roxas stared blankly at the small hand of the clock. Was it even possible that the time could stay at 2:29 for that long? Roxas surveyed the room one last time. Hayner had been impatiently scratching his head for at least ten minutes, Olette fidgeted with her hair every few seconds, and Pence had his head on his arms. Even the teacher had a look of impatience, or was that annoyance directed towards Pence? Roxas let a small sigh escape into the otherwise silent room. After a few more moments the bell rang. Roxas' heart leapt out of his chest; finally the school year was over. No more worrying about homework, girls, or horrible grades. Roxas gathered the last of his things, shoved himself out of the classroom, and into the pool of students hurrying to get the hell out.
Roxas smiled to himself as he walked home. Summer meant absolute freedom to most, but summer this year meant more time with his parents. Normally, his mom would be off on never-ending 'business' trips, secretly cheating on his father. Roxas' father in turn would work everyday but the weekends. Sometimes, he would disappear all weekend; resurfacing late Sundays. Unfortunately for him, his mother's vacation started the day before. It would be a long two months with the parent's home. Suffice to say he didn't care much for them.
He pushed the rusty white gate that guarded the quiet house. A small flicker of light caught his eye. Roxas bend down slowly and picked up a beautiful necklace from the grass. He turned the necklace over, marveling at it. It was a shade of blood red that faded to a grey and then a dark black, there was a symbol that resembled a circle with jagged edges, and it had a lovely black chain attached to a small hole on the circle. Roxas stared at it for quite some time. He decided that someone must have gone by too quickly and dropped it. He looked around and quickly put the necklace in his pocket. He smiled. This could be a good day after all. He approached the door feeling as though there were nothing out of the ordinary and gripped the handle.
Roxas let out one last sigh before opening the door to his small, suburban home. He silently flicked a switch, and the room lit up; it was certainly odd for it to be this quiet. Normally, the sound of clanking dishes or football filled the house. Roxas screamed when he finally took a good look at the room, when his mind froze mid-pointless thought.
His parents lay on the floor, covered in puddles and puddles of what he assumed to be their own blood. Their crumpled bodies carried a smell of unmistakable death that made Roxas sick with fear. The air was thick, and Roxas found himself feeling dizzy. The nausea was overwhelming as he felt himself stumble.
He forced himself to study the bodies; his mother's blonde curls were singed and missing chunks, the small flame came close to dying out. Roxas was too mortified to put it out. Every finger on her left hand looked broken, and the pinky on her right hand was completely missing. The mother's face looked like it had been smashed into something hard. Her open, listless eyes made Roxas cringe. Purple-green marks covered much of her body; her pink dress stained with crimson blood. His mother's mouth hung open, as though she drowned in her own blood. Her missing front teeth sent chills down the boy's spine.
Roxas shoulders shook as he turned to his father. Roxas honestly didn't think it was possible to do that to someone's body. He turned to retch and choked a small sob. Granted, they weren't the best parents, but who else did he have? They were still his parents, after all.
He glanced once more at his father's body. Roxas did a double take when he saw a small note next to his thumb,
"Y O U R N E X T"
It read, appropriately written in what appeared to be his parent's blood. He chuckled at the note, whoever did this to his parents were terrible spellers. There was more to this than his two dead parents lying dead on the perfect white carpet. Their blood stained it in such a sickening way it was almost beautiful. Who were these people who had ruthlessly murdered Roxas' parents? What did they do to his perfect life?
"Shit!" he shouted reaching for his cell phone. He had wasted too much time. Wiping a stray tear he didn't know existed; he called the police, voice shaking.
Roxas noted sirens were getting louder and instinctively shoved the note in his pocket. The sirens were unbelievably loud outside his door. Roxas felt absolute terror as he heard rushing footsteps outside. He immediately started to run for the closest window. It was broken, and a jagged edge cut Roxas' jeans. He glared at the window in annoyance, hoping that it would melt with his glare.
Roxas had no idea where he was going. He definitely didn't notice it had started to rain. He couldn't recall where he was, and a forest looked promising ahead of him. The boy ran into the forest stupidly, thinking it would be an easy place to hide out. After wandering for ten minutes he sat down on a large rock. Roxas held his face in his hands and sobbed once more. His own choking sobs disgusted him, but he was now all alone in the world. He had no one, no family or friends that would care enough. He had run from the police at the scene of a gruesome crime. He had seen them. Roxas put himself on the grass, and tried to stop his irregular heart beat. He stretched, wondering if he was far enough. The police sirens had died hours ago, along with the sun. Flashes of his father's mangled corpse flew into his head. He held his hands tightly over his mouth and bent down, screaming. The urge to run was overwhelming him, he felt as though he were there again. He ran as fast as his scrawny legs would carry him, willing the wind to carry his cries to the ocean. The further he was in the forest meant more danger. What if they were looking for him? He was the last surviving son of his pathetic family. It was then he noticed the forest was silent. It was horrifying, not even a car horn was heard from inside of the damp forest. After sometime, Roxas couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Roxas shook violently, wondering if there was a way out. He sat down on the cold ground, as his head fell forward. Sleep took him, and he cursed himself for it.
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Balls. Thanks for reading it through. It isn't an impressive starting point, but it gets much better when Axel is introduced. Trust me.