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Axel sees Roxas in the hall. Roxas glances at him, goes into his room.
Axel follows.
Roxas pushes him away. Axel is persistent. Roxas hits him and runs.
Axel doesn't follow.
Roxas is in the hall again. He's waiting for Axel. He wants to say he's sorry, he was having a bad day.
Axel promised he'd always be there. He doesn't show.
The wall has another hole.
Axel catches Roxas alone. He apologizes. He tries to kiss Roxas.
Roxas hits him again, pushes him away. He can't forgive him. Too many people have done this to him before, left him alone with his hurts, and he won't let it happen again.
Axel frowns and disappears.
Roxas cries.
Roxas knows there's something wrong. Axel has yet to smile today. He's in the courtyard.
Roxas looks at Axel. He's been crying. Roxas kisses him gently.
This time it is Axel who pushes Roxas away, saying that he isn't thinking clearly.
Axel is told to shut the fuck up.
They're in Axel's quarters. He revels in the pain that Roxas brings him. It is proof of a heart, of feelings.
Roxas is ruthless. The more blood the better. He hears his name. He likes that. Roxas wonders why he is able to do this to Axel.
He is told that something had to give.
Axel's willing to take.
Roxas's room is covered in blood, some his, most not. Axel likes the sight of his scars.
They mean that someone is willing to take him, want him, need him. He sometimes fights Roxas.
Those nights are the best.
Roxas sees Axel more often in the halls. He glances at Axel, goes into his room.
Axel follows.