pairings: AxelxRoxas
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot
A/N Hope you enjoy it If you like then shweet, if not meh, deal with it. Well, I decided to continue with a second chapter. I still don't know where I'm going. Lets just say I'm dinking around with this story and its just a pass time for me at the moment. Besides, I have exams at the moment, so if you guys don't see updates its b/c I'm busy with tests and crap like that XPP. But enjoy the chapter if you can lol. So, here it is peeps!! Numba 2!! I think I spelled the bands name right lol.
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I want to see you make decisions without your televisions - Rammstein
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Morning was a light heat. The rays fresh on the town, cool from the previous night. Wandering light spilled into Roxas's bedroom. Creeping slowly up the boys body. Warming him to consciousness. Dark lashes fluttered and his azure eyes focused on the brightening sky outside his window. The clouds were painted in pinks and oranges. Like a hello to those who were awake to see the picture above. Closing his eyes he stretched then sat up. Ruffling a hand through his flattened spikes, they seem to puff up at the contact and he got up. Stretching once more he adjusted his clothes and padded to the bathroom to start his routine.
He had called Hayner the night before and told him a little white lie. Saying he had to be somewhere that day. His friend pestered him but eventually gave in and the two chatted for awhile. It was his choice whether he interacted with the gang and sometimes he just liked being alone. Contemplating life and such. Maybe not that deep but along those lines.
With a shower taken and changed into fresh shorts and t-shirt he escaped downstairs, sketch book in hand. He was up before his mother so in an act of sweetness he left a note saying he loved her. Taking the top half of a bagel he walked to the front door. Once again greeted by Lucifer. The cat meowed and he took the time to give the cat a couple stokes. Slipping on his worn sneakers and grabbing his keys he unlocked the door and slipped out. Closing and locking the door he stepped into the awakening half of the world.
The sun was rising still yet there was a chill in the air. Taking a bite he continued on. Sticking a hand in the pocket of his black shorts he balanced the book between his body and arm. The town was quiet at this time. Around 5:50 to be exact. Walking from the shadows of a building and to the tram commons he was kissed with the first rays of the day once more. They seemed faded, almost worn from so many sunrise. The air smelled fresh of his bagel and dew. His hair still wet, he could feel stray drops sliding down the back of his slightly burned neck. Taking the bagel in his mouth he reached back and wiped a hand over it. He figured he'd have to put aloe on it later after he got home. But for now, he'd deal with it.
He loved mornings like this. When the air was still. Untouched by the hustle and bustle of the inhabitants. It wasn't long till he saw the play ground. Glistening with dew as if welcoming a friend. A smile broke his lips and he stepped over the barrier. Walking over he took a seat on one of the wet seats and placed the sketch book in his lap.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pencil and opened it to a fresh page. Taking a bite his eyes focused on the white expanse. He started to swing gently as if to think. Trying to pull thoughts together that might turn into something productive.
The sun was finally over the horizon and shinning on Twilight Town around 7:15 and he could hear the sounds of the awakening people. The tram was running, providing people with transportation. Roxas's pencil was dogging around the paper. His bagel long before consumed and his hair only damp in places. He had ended up drawing a rose from memory and was shading the petals. But, as fate would have it. He stopped, he had a sort of inkling.
Lifting his eyes he was once again met with red. His swinging stopped and his pencil rested against the paper. There wasn't really any awkward about their stares. Both seemed to be once again observing the other.
Roxas's eyes dipped and looked the man over. He had a hand on his hip, the other flicking a lighter just below the cigarette in his lips. He wore a fitted black shirt with a design on the right shoulder, his pants were faded and Roxas wondered how he could wear jeans in this weather.
He himself was dressed for the day, black shorts that came to his knees again and another white t-shirt but it had a design on the front.
The red stuffed the lighter into his back pocket and blew some smoke out as he crossed his arms and shifted his weight. He looked as though he wanted to say something but was busying his mouth with the cigarette. Roxas continued to stare and before he knew it he was smiling. Just a smile, nothing really special. But in reaction the man smiled. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it. The red head winked before continuing on his way.
Roxas watched him, a little question mark popping up in his head. What was that for? The question lingered a moment but he soon turned back to his picture and started shading again.
His day continued on. Sitting in the sun just sketching. It provided perfect lighting as he continued to sway. He had finished his rose after the man leaving and was working on something else. Something he didn't normally do. He was sketching a portrait, or just a doodle per say. He had taken to trying to draw the beautiful stranger. Just sketching, nothing really detailed. But his mind fizzled a little when he got to the mans lips. It seemed he had neglected to look them over. The pencil idly filled in the tattoos as he tried to remember. With a sigh he abandoned the sketch and flipped to a new page. Suddenly he whished he had brought something to eat for lunch. Pausing in his movement he had looked up and saw something interesting.
The red head of hair was bouncing as the man hopped over the small barrier. Giving the man a questioning look, the red head gave a small laugh. He was carrying another bag. The red head sat down on the other swing, the bar creaked as if threatening to break. He started digging in his bag and pulled something out, he tossed it to the blonde who caught it. A slow smile spread on the boys lips. It was another ice cream. Roxas set his sketch book down along with the pencil.
"What time is it?" he asked opening the treat.
"Around noon" the man replied as he pulled an ice cream out for himself. But before he took the frozen bar out he held his hand out to Roxas.
"I'm Axel, got it memorized?"
A smile broke the blondes lips and he shook the mans hand. "Roxas"
"So, Roxas, do you always sit out at this dingy old playground?" he pulled the bar out and stuck the wrapper in the bag.
The blonde shrugged "I like just hanging out" he replied and nipped at the top of the sea salt ice cream. The liquid melting on his tongue into a sweet fluid.
"I see" Axel noted and started to swing gently.
"Do you live over here?" Roxas asked looking over.
Axel nodded and pointed west. "The apartments down the way."
"Kicked out or by choice?" Roxas asked.
The red head chuckled. "Moved out before they could throw me out. I share an apartment with my friend Demyx"
Roxas nodded and joined the man in swinging gently.
"How bout you?" the red head inquired.
"I still live with my mom, we're over near the train station"
"You walk all that way to get over here?" he asked surprised.
Roxas smiled "I got up at sunrise" he watched the man and took note for some reason.
Axel had turned the ice cream so his tongue could come out and lick along the length of the melting treat. Roxas's swing slowed and he continued to watch the process. The mans tongue slipped between soft lips to lick the droplets at the bottom. An innocent action but Roxas observed none the less. Axel finally stopped and his eyes flicked over to Roxas's and raised an eyebrow.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer" he laughed.
Roxas flushed "S-sorry!" he looked to his own melting ice cream and Axel laughed.
"It's alright, I know I'm handsome" and Roxas rolled his eyes.
"So, why aren't you with all the other teenagers? You know, the cool crowd" he used visual quotations for the last part and Roxas laughed.
He started to swing again "I don't know, I didn't feel like going to the beach today"
The red head laughed "I'd love to go to the beach, but work eats up my time" he sighed.
"Where do you work?"
"I just started over at the local library near the sandlot, thank god for air conditioners" he laughed.
Roxas nodded and they fell into silence. The quiet squeaking of the chains filling the air till Roxas spoke.
"How old are you?" Axel looked over and laughed.
"I'm only 23, your not saying I look old are you?"
The blonde shook his head and chuckled.
"And you shorty?"
The blonde scowled at the name "I'm 16"
The red head whistled "Underage eh?"
Roxas raised an eyebrow "What?"
Axel smiled "I was going to invite you to a bar with me and my friends, you looked so lonely the other day" he smiled.
The blonde shook his head "Yeah sorry, I don't drink anyways"
"So, do you have hordes of friends?" he asked and Roxas watched as he took a couple bites, the wooden stick showing.
"Not hordes, I have some close friends I like to hang out with" he slowed a moment to switch hands, he had neglected to keep track of the melting juice, it had dropped onto his hand.
He easily licked the side of his hand, the wet skin glistened in the sunlight and he hoped it wouldn't get sticky. Wiping his hand on his shorts he looked back over to Axel. The man was mid-bite when he smiled. Roxas laughed, it was interesting to him how he felt oddly comfortable around this man.
"Got a girlfriend? Boyfriend?" the man asked casually and Roxas flushed at the last part.
"N-No, neither. Not that I would have a boyfriend, I not-" the blonde trailed off.
"Gay?" the red head asked taking anther bite.
"I-I guess" Roxas whispered a little embarrassed.
Axel laughed "Don't worry, you don't have to feel uncomfortable talking about that kind of stuff. Hell, my friend Larxene lets the world now when she's on her period so they'll stay out of her way"
Roxas laughed a little and began swinging once more. "Well, I mean sure, there's this girl I think is cute. But then my guy friend, sometimes I think he's rather handsome" Roxas admitted quietly. He had no idea why he was telling a total stranger this. Maybe because he knew the man couldn't judge him, because he knew the man didn't know him.
"Hmmmm, I see your predicament. My advice, kiss both and see which you like better" he stated and Roxas turned red.
"I-I can't just go up to them and kiss them!" he exclaimed.
"Why not? My friends do it to me all the time. Although, I refuse to kiss Demyx, who knows where his mouth has been" Axel laughed.
Roxas smiled then shook his head "Yeah, but that's your friends. That's not the kind of thing that my friends and me do."
"Well what if it was you and a stranger?" Axel asked tilting his head at the question as if thinking about it himself.
"What do you mean?" the blonde asked, his swinging slowed as he tried to comprehend the question.
"I mean you walk up to a stranger and ask for a kiss"
"B-But! You don't even know the person!" Roxas exclaimed.
"Exactly, so who cares? Its like this" Axel locked gazes with the blondes. "Roxas, can I kiss you?"
The blonde blushed "Wh-What!?"
"Just like that. That's what I mean"
Roxas couldn't help the blush on his cheeks. His eyes subconsciously dropped to the mans smirking lips. The smirk was enticing but they parted to laugh and Roxas looked back up to his eyes.
"Still, we can't any way" Roxas whispered looking back up to Axel's eyes.
"Why not?" the man asked in an inquiring tone, his swinging ceasing for the moment.
"Because, your an adult" Roxas replied.
Axel snorted "What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.
"I-Its just not right" the blonde said, he was floundering and he shoved the rest of his popsicle into his mouth.
"What? Kissing a stranger or kissing a guy? Is that you answering or society?"
Roxas knit his brow questioningly. "Muat?" came his mouth filled ice cream reply.
Axel shook his head "Sorry, that was something my friend Zexion said the other day. It's been running around my head" he laughed and he too stuck the rest of his popsicle into his mouth.
Silence settled between them and Roxas's thoughts were alive with the statement. Was it him speaking? Or society?
"Well" Axel started as he stood up. "I gotta get back to work" he picked the bag up.
"Okay... hey"
The red head looked back as he stretched. "Hmmm?"
Roxas hesitated but decided to just say it, he pulled the popsicle stick out of his mouth "What time do you get off?"
A smile spread the mans lips "Around five, why?"
The blonde shrugged "Never mind. It was nice talking Axel. Thanks for the ice cream"
The red head stared for a moment as if thinking but another smile broke his lips "No problem. Talk to you later blondie" and he started for the street.
Roxas watched him leave. His swinging resumed and his eyes followed the red head. It was thought inspiring and he wondered just what kind of person this Zexion was to say that. It made him think about his own actions. It was his choice to go to the play ground, but was it society's choice that he go home after dark. "To stay out out trouble". It was his mothers words, but behind his mothers words, were they based around what society says is right? He liked to believe it was his mothers care for him. But, it still made him look differently at the things around him.
Sticking the popsicle stick back in his mouth he picked up the sketch book and continued his sketch of the beautiful stranger. A stranger named Axel, and his enticing lips.
