Hello again everyone. I am seriously being overwhelmed with the need to type like crazy, the problem being that it isn't for stories that should be focused on, but rather pieces of other, new, stories, that will only end up being on hiatus because I'll just get stuck again… -_-'
Any who, this story was in the making for almost two years, it was half way down, then suddenly got deleted somehow. So I had to restart it and I've definitely been lazy since I couldn't remember what I had typed before it was deleted.
Anyways, I was playing Kingdom Hearts: Birth by Sleep, and suddenly I was so excited! Not for anything particular reason, just excited… So I decided that might as well do something Kingdom Hearts related.
This sequel is basically a couple of months after the prequel, remember that the prequel is Axel talking about his remorse from six years ago. Ok, back to the story!
Disclaimer: Anything Kingdom hearts related does not belong to me, but the story plot does.
Roxas' POV:
"Tell me Roxas, how long has it been?"
"Six years." I tell her.
She nods, writing something down on her clipboard. "And how have you been lately?"
Staring up at the ceiling, I ponder the question. How did I feel? "I guess bad. Not a day goes by that I don't think about it."
I hear the sound of her pencil against the paper, the only sound besides the ticking of her clock on the wall.
"Well, I think that's good for today." She said, and I rise from the seat and shake her hand.
"Thank you. I'll see you next week." I tell her and she nods. Gathering my backpack and coat from the floor, I walk out, avoiding the therapist's gaze.
I felt like a zombie. This had to be the third therapist this year, and I already knew that I would probably get a new one soon. Once they began to ask what exactly happened, and why did I think it had happened, I clammed up and couldn't open up, finding a new therapist as soon as I left the room.
The melodic tone of my phone interrupted my thoughts, and looking at the caller ID I recognize one of my three friend's number. "Hey Olette. What's up?"
"Nothing really. I'm just calling to ask how the therapist appointment went."
I sighed, "same as always. Olette, I'm going to-"
"Roxas, if you tell me you're going to quit and find another therapist again, so help me, I'm going to be your next therapist. Even if I have to tie you up, I'll force you to spill out your problems until you get better." She interrupted, and I knew that she wasn't kidding.
"Ok, ok. I understand. I'll try to stick it out a little longer."
She was quiet on the other end, and for a moment, I thought she had hung up.
"Roxas, you know I'm only trying to do what I think is best to help you right? I'm not the only one worried. Pence and Hayner are upset as well." Her voice was so sad, and I began to feel guilty.
"I know Olette. I'm sorry for making you guys so agitated. Things are just not that simple." I mumble lamely, leaning against the wall of the therapist's building. "I have to go now or I'll be late for work."
"Alright, but we're still on for tomorrow right?" Tomorrow? What was tomorrow? "You didn't forget our lunch break together did you?" She said when I didn't respond.
"O-of course not. I'll see you tomorrow, bye." I say quickly, and she hesitates before returning the farewell.
"Ok, don't forget your pills. Bye."
The line goes dead, and I sigh, staring blankly at my cell. I was lucky to have friends like Olette, Pence, and Hayner, but… Shaking the thought out of my head, I head to my part-time job at the Twilight Pound, the only one in the whole town. And because of that fact, there always was a overload of strays and more than 70% of them were euthanized.
It was a painful thing to see, and even worse, to do, but many of those put down were in pain or sickly, so it might have been for the best. I checked my watch, cursing inwardly when I realized I had less than ten minutes to make it on time.
~Time Skip~
"So what do you think? Cute right?" I stared in disbelief at the photo Olette was shoving in my face.
"You're kidding, right?" I said, giving her a skeptical look.
"What? You don't like her?" She pouted.
"Like her? I don't even know her!" I threw my hands up in the air, before covering my eyes and throwing my head back.
What started off as a simple lunch at a nearby café to Olette's office became a argument on who I should bring to Olette's wedding as a date.
"Exactly. You don't know her, so it would be a good chance to get out into the dating world! You need to remember Roxas, you're not getting younger." She said the last part in an almost whisper, and I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on! Don't be like that!" She urged.
I looked at the picture again, just so I could appease her. It wasn't as if she was a bad looking girl, she was very pretty in my opinion. It's just… I wasn't ready to date.
"If you change your mind, call her." Olette said, handing me a piece of paper with a name and number. Namine, huh. Her name was pretty too. I slipped the paper into my pocket, planning on probably throwing it away anyways.
"How's work?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I watched as she made a face as she sipped her coffee.
"The same as always. I always get the perverts." I laughed lowly. Ever since Olette had gotten her therapist license, she had been visited countlessly by perverted men.
"Don't forget that you are marrying one of those perverts." I tease, and she chokes on her drink, a blush covering her cheeks.
"S-seifer's not a pervert!" I smile knowingly at her and she looks away. "Ok, he was, but not anymore. And in his defense, he could have been defined as a classy pervert."
"A classy pervert? What does that even mean?" I laughed, and she turned red again.
"I-I don't know! He was, well he had his sweet moments in the beginning." She said, and I decided to leave it at that. I had met Seifer a couple of times before, and he was a bit of a jerk at first, but seeing the two together made me realize that they were perfect for each other. Especially when Olette put obnoxious Seifer in his place, because it was obvious that she would wear the pants in the relationship.
"Did you take your pill today?" I looked at Olette, surprised for a moment. The question had come out of the blue.
"Which one?" I hadn't meant for my tone to be so bitter, and I cleared my throat in embarrassment. "Sorry. No, I didn't take any since they put me in a bad mood all day."
"It's alright. What does the doctor have you on?" Her voice was gentle, and guilt filled me again.
"I'm taking three now. Zoloft, Atarax, and Prozac." (1)
She looked at me worriedly, "is it safe to be taking all that at once?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, but that's what they told me to take."
"Still, don't you think it would be better if- hold on." She began before he phone began to vibrate on the table. A text I presumed since she stared at her phone for a bit before putting it back down. "They need me back at the office now, I guess some clients came in early."
I nodded in understanding, "well when you have to go, you have to go."
"Are you going to go back to work too?" She asked, but I shook my head.
"No, I'm going to stay here for awhile longer." I respond.
"You're coming over today right? My cousins are coming to stay until the wedding." I reassured her that I would and we hugged goodbye. When she tried to hand me for the coffee, I rejected, saying that I'd cover it. Waving as she climbed into her car, I watched until she disappeared down the road before sitting down again.
I stared into the cup of tea that had long ago turned cold. Debating on the decision of going back to work or not weighs heavily on my mind. Going home straight from here and calling in was tempting. I didn't know if I had it in me to work today.
Deciding to just go home, I put money down for mine and Olette's drinks and took my phone from my pocket, searching through the contacts for the pound's number. Deeply involved with my task, I crashed into someone, causing me to drop my phone. Immediately I apologized, bowing a number of times in great sincerity.
"Roxas?" I stiffened at the voice, and looking up, I saw the last person I wanted to see.
My whole being felt cold, and as I looked into those green eyes, I wanted to throw up. Why? Why was he here? He wasn't suppose to be here, he couldn't have been here! He looked the same as he did all those years ago, but older. Why? The question kept running through my head like a mantra, making me dizzy in frustration and fear.
"Is it really you?" I flinched as he reached towards me and he hesitated, before withdrawing his hand completely. I couldn't even speak, and it seemed as if time had stopped. He looked ready to say something else, but I compelled my body to move, and next thing I knew, I was running as far away as I could.
~Time Skip~
In the end, I had gone to the pound. If I had gone home, I would have drowned myself in pills, and who knew what would have happened then. I needed something to get my mind off of everything for awhile, I had to keep myself busy.
I greeted Lexaeus, the owner of Twilight Pound, as soon as I walked in and immediately he ushered to me. "We got a new resident." Lexaeus always referred to the strays as residents, but it didn't explain why he seemed so anxious.
I went to his side, spotting a pair of pale blue eyes glaring at me from inside the cage. It belonged to a small, pale yellow kitten, and from the looks of it, it was beyond pissed. "It's feral." I commented and he agreed. I watched with sadness as the kittened yowled its displeasure and when I reached to unlock the cage, it swiped at me with outstretched claws.
"Really feral." Lexaeus said. Kitten or not, with such a savage attitude it would be hard to find this cat a good home. Taking hold of the cage handles, I carried it into the back room where we held all the strays. As soon as I entered, my ears were assaulted with noised from dogs and cats, all voicing their opinions, and from inside the cage, I felt the kitten moving furiously back and forth in agitation.
Reaching the kennels where the cats were held, I opened an empty one and quickly unlatched the kitten's cage, dumping it in and locking it up before I could get scratched. Obviously not happy, the pale yellow cat hissed at me, crouching low in the corner.
I watched the kitten for a moment more, then quickly moved to fulfill my job duties, which included feeding and watering the animals, cleaning out their cages, and exercising them. Out of all three, exercising them was definitely my favorite. Playing with animals was too fun to be considered a job, yet I was happy that I was able to. But…
Frowning, I tried to wipe the last hour out of my memory. I hadn't had enough time to close these wounds, and yet he was here already opening them. Duties, damn it! I had to focus on work, not old things! Like a robot, I finished checking each animals' bowls, cleaning out any waste they left, and suddenly I found myself back at the new resident's cage.
It was still in the corner, growling angrily. I was filled with the urge to hold the pale yellow kitten, but would it let me? Swallowing hard, I reached for the cage lock slowly so I wouldn't scare it. Once it was unlocked, I pushed it open and held my hand out to it.
Immediately it swiped at me, but I didn't pull away, flinching slightly as its claws cut into my hand. It's growling heightened when I didn't move, but I could be stubborn too. Slowly, but surely, the kitten's growling died out, and once it was quiet, I gently ran my hand on his head.
It stiffened, but I kept petting it slowly, and it relax, rubbing against my hand. "You're not so bad, are you?" I told it gently, and it meowed in response. I moved my hand out and it followed, looking up at me with it's blue eyes in expectancy.
I picked it up, and cuddle it close, the kitten allowing me and it purred. "You were just scared, weren't you?" I petted it down its back, and it leaned into my touch. "I'm scared too." I whispered, not noticing the tears beginning to run down my face.
Axel's POV:
Once second he was here, the next, he was gone. But what had I expected? Definitely not that I would see him here. The fear on his face was still burning in my mind, and I didn't know what to do. He was afraid of me, but I would be too if someone had done such a terrible thing to me.
I looked at his cell phone, which he hadn't picked up after he had dropped it from bumping into me. I had to return it to him, but I couldn't face him. Maybe I would call one his contacts and ask them to pick it up for him? That seemed to be the best verdict.
Sighing, I found myself glaring at the cell phone in my hand. "If you're that unhappy, you can just go back home." I refocused my gaze at Larxene, not bothering to hide my displeasure.
"This is your fault." I growl, looking back at the phone. If I hadn't been dragged here to Twilight Town for Larxene's cousin's wedding as her date, I would not have had to see Roxas again and remind him of my presence.
I had long ago decided to live the rest of my days in regret and seclusion, and pray that Roxas would forget that day to the best of his ability. Forgiveness was out of the question. Even if he had forgiven me, I never would.
"I don't know what I did that made you look so damn prissy, but you better wipe that damn attitude off your face when we get to my cousin's later today." Larxene said, slamming down her can of soda. Ignoring her, I continued to look at the cell phone, unsure of what to do with it.
I felt as if I'd lose it if I put it in my pocket. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Which meant that it could be easily lost of stolen. I jumped as the phone began to ring, indicating a text from someone named 'Olette.' His girlfriend? The thought seemed to be about right, he did after all have a life now, much like I did, no matter how pathetic.
"Let's go, my cousin should be home around this time." Larxene said, getting up from the seat and lead the way to the car. Sliding into the drivers' seat, I put the cell on my lap, and pulled my seatbelt across my chest.
After ten minutes of driving around the town, lost, we finally found the house and I felt a relief fill me that I wouldn't have to hear Larxene's bitching in the car anymore. We walked to the front door and knocked, being greeted by a slightly pudgy brunette who said his name was 'Pence.'
Mindlessly, I said my hellos to each of Larxene's family, and once that was over with, Larxene lead me into the kitchen, where a young brunette woman in a bright orange shirt and tan khakis was talking with the brunette who called himself Pence.
I tuned out as Larxene hugged the brunette woman, only to refocus when Larxene shook me. I shook the brunette woman's hand, "I'm Axel, Larxene's friend. Nice to meet you." I tried to sound as humble as I could, not wanting to appear rude.
She smiled, "I'm Larxene's cousin, Olette. It's nice to meet you too." Olette? Why did that name sound suddenly familiar. The feel of Roxas' phone still in my hand made me realize that this was probably one of his friends.
"Olette, didn't you say Roxas would be here?" Pence asked, looking around the room and Olette agreed, saying she didn't know what was keeping him. "Maybe you should call him." Realizing that if they called him, his phone would ring in my hand. Excusing myself, I went in search of the bathroom.
Through the search, the phone began to ring, and I stuffed it into my pocket, muffling the ring tone. Finding the bathroom, I locked myself in and leaned against the door. What was I doing? These were Roxas' friends, hadn't I decided to give the phone back to them so they could return it? Though I knew this was true, I couldn't help the want to return it to him personally.
Despite the knowledge that he hated me, I wanted, no, needed, to see him again. The ringing died down, and I took the cell out of my pocket again. I stared at it for awhile more before shutting it off and putting back in my pocket. Once he came, I would give it to him, see him once more, apologize, and leave him alone forever.
~Time Skip~
Or so had been the plan. He never came, and as I stared up at the night sky, I wondered if he knew that I would be here. Taking one last long drag from my cigarette, I put it out on the stair railing and sat on the porch.
Even after six years, I still cared for him, that much was obvious to me. But I had done such a terrible thing to him. I had to make it right, but how could I? It was impossible. How could one make up such a thing?
"You like to look at the stars too?" I jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see Olette on the porch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She apologized, chuckling lightly.
I waved it away, "it's alright. I just didn't expect anyone to be awake at this time." Hundreds of questions swirled in my head that I wanted to ask her about Roxas, but I knew I couldn't ask many without looking suspicious.
"She must be quite special, huh?" I looked confused at Olette, and she explained, "when I came out, you seemed to be in deep thought about something. Is it your girlfriend?" How ironic.
"No, I was thinking of… an old friend." I say, not even sure I could call it that anymore.
"Well they must be someone really dear to you. You seemed, I guess sad would be the word." More like miserable. "Are you two in a fight?"
I nod, "yes. A big one."
"That's too bad. You two should make up as soon as possible, I'm sure they're hurting as much as you are." I look at the brunette woman, wondering how different she'd react if she knew just how bad the situation really was.
"It's a bit late for that. This is a fight that's been going on for six years, we haven't spoken since." Technically it was true.
"If you really do care about this person, then it's never too late." She said, going back into the house, stopping before she completely went in. "Just try apologizing, and if things don't work out, then at least you can say that you tried."
She disappeared into the house, and her words went buzzing around in my head. I wanted to try, very, very much. But she made it sound so easy when in reality, it was just something that would take a lot of consideration and time.
Roxas' fearful face popped into my head again, and I had to shake that image out of my head. He sure didn't look like he wanted to make up, or even talk to me. Sighing again, I glared at the sky. Tomorrow. I would seek him out tomorrow. I still had his phone, I could use it as an excuse. Tomorrow.
(1) I knew someone who took this many pills, and they were a mess. It wasn't safe at all, and it messed them up more. Doctors need to learn what the hell they're doing. The person I knew went to the doctor because the pills were making them worse, so guess what the doctor did. Gave them more damn pills! Are you serious? By the time they stopped going to the doctor and decided to handle it on their own, the doctor, and a therapist that had come sometime in the middle, had them on twelve, twelve, different types of pills. That's bullshit, and it pissed me off that they had done that. They are currently only taking pills for high-blood pressure, and doing much better.
Well, this is chapter one, and I have to say, as soon as I wrote it, I knew it was going to be tough to continue it. This is like the forgiveness concept that I need to write for Usagi Hyrugi, and it's hard to know what will happen, and how. Will Roxas forgive Axel? In all seriousness, if it was me, it would probably be yes, since I forgive too damn easily, not kidding, though it would take quite awhile.
Reviews would be appreciated, and advice and suggestions on what can be written are greatly encouraged. This story will hopefully be a bit long, four, five chapters, but it all depends on what you all want to happen.
Until next time, Ja Ne!