A/N: Okay, Stuff has calmed down at school, so I have some time to write. Now, for what I said in the last authors note, I want it to be known that the slave population WAS African in majority, however, slaves were also taken from Asian, and even some European countries. So yes, though they were few in number, there were fair-skinned slaves. And, for the purposes of this story, it should be known that Axel's community deals predominantly in the fair ones. Though they are the minority, let's all play along, shall we? Oh, and as for Roxas' speech, I do that on purpose. He is supposed to be bad at Engrish, at least in the beginning. He is not fluent enough yet, so his sentences will sound broken, and some of his words will be misplaced. Just thought that it should be known that this was done intentionally.

Also, I will give any and all translations at the beginning of the next chapters, though I doubt that it will become severely necessary.

(1) Mate! - This is a diminutive form of the Japanese word, Chyotomatekudasai. This means "Please wait a moment." Mate is a more casual form of this word.

(2) Yame... - This is the beginning of the word Yamete or Yamero. This means "Stop"

Alright, so I had planned on making this a dual POV story, you know one right after the other. I'm still going to do that, but it will be separated by chapters. If I don't do this, you will never get updates, as chapters would take FOREVER to write. So you will get one view of the story in one chapter, and then the other in the next. This one is Roxas, so the next will be Axel. This will not always be true. Sometimes Axel will go first, sometimes Roxas. Just thought I should give you all fair warning.

Okay, that is it for this author's note! Oh, but I have a tendency to forget: I do not own these characters. No, they belong to Square Enix. I make no profit from writing this.

RANDOM ANNOUNCEMENT: I got a beta! Woot! Throw some confetti and whatnot. Okay, well, she didn't get to edit this chapter. Her Internet's down for a bit. I felt bad making you guys wait when I had a chapter written up, so I posted it, obviously. Hopefully the next one will be edited. I hope, from the bottom of my heart, that I didn't do too awfully. Okay, I'll leave you alone now!

Chapter Two

Roxas couldn't help but be impressed by the majesty of the mansion that his new, redheaded 'master' inhabited. It was large, to put it into simple terms, and full to the brim with assorted furniture. Grand, intricately patterned sofas and chairs, as well as exquisite light fixtures and several majestic tables. He attempted to register each piece as he passed, being urged along by Axel. There were multiple sitting rooms, each different in appearance, with varying levels of comfort possible. Roxas was examining a particularly odd looking lamp that was placed on an Asian styled end table. So fascinated with this oil-lamp was he that Roxas failed to notice that they had halted in their movements.

"Aerith? Aerith, come here." Roxas jumped at the sudden noise, glancing in the direction of the man that had made it. He watched as a brunette woman, most likely around the age of twenty, rushed in. Her loose curls were pulled into a long braid at the back of her neck.

Who is she? Certainly not his wife! Her dress is much too simple for the Lady of a home such as this...

"Aerith, I just bought this one today." She nodded, looking at Roxas with slight interest in her big green eyes. Axel turned to face the boy in question. "Do you have a favorite color?" Roxas looked at him incredulously. What a pointless question.

"I... What does matter?" Axel's face displayed a small hint of annoyance.

"That is not your concern. Answer the question." Roxas scowled, but complied, remembering how much it had hurt to be dragged along the ground.

"I suppose I like blue." The man nodded, turning back to the girl.

"Very well. Please take him to the cerulean bedchambers. Help him prepare, as I doubt he has any experience." She looked troubled at this, but nodded again, before taking Roxas' hand and leading him away, farther into the spacious mansion.

Prepare? Prepare for what? Not any experience with what?

The girl, Aerith, led him into a medium sized room, and closed the door behind them. Looking around, Roxas was amazed. There were several unlit oil lamps protruding from the walls. The glass of them resembled blue stained glass, such as on would find in a cathedral. Roxas assumed that they would cast lovely blue light all around, which would be a divine effect to the room, which would not be interrupted by natural light, due to the lack of windows. The walls had an intricate wall paper, which was also rendered in shades of dark blue and white. There was a sofa, made of what looked to be a rather expensive wood and upholstery. The rest of the furniture seemed to follow the same pattern, expensive looking and blue. Finally, his eyes rested on the center piece of the entire room; the bed. To say that is was colossal would be an understatement. It overtook everything in the room, just with its sheer size. The base was made of an exceptionally dark wood, which accented perfectly with the wood of the sofa. The comforter that had been spread was the truest shade of azure Roxas had ever seen, and it was accented with small glass beads, sewn in complicated patterns. Roxas presumed that there were likely several layers underneath this one. Blue lace cascaded down from the ceiling in a canopy, fanning out at the end to surround the entire bed, and fell all the way to the floor. It was very much a majestic sight. Too much so for a slave.

"Um... Excuse me. My name is Aerith. What is yours?" The blonde looked up at the girl, whom he had forgotten was present.

"Roxas." She gave what seemed like a forced smile.

"Roxas, that is lovely. Let me see... I've never prepared a boy before..." Roxas was getting irritated with the enigmatic manner in which he was being referred to.

"Prepared for what?" He demanded sharply, causing Aerith to jump. The brunette took a few moments to gather her thoughts, before her chocolate colored eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"You... You mean you do not know your intended purpose?" Now Roxas was the confused one.

"I thought I would work in field, but there are none. So I though kitchen. Am I wrong?" Now the brunette looked absolutely fretful. Roxas began to feel the panic himself, and he noticed that his heart rate had picked up a bit.

"Oh dear... No one told you? Oh dear..." Roxas was seriously beginning to worry, and the girl was doing nothing to console him. "Alright... Um... Please sit down... This is not going to be good news, I'm afraid." Roxas obliged, sitting on the over-sized bed. This was all becoming incredibly suspicious.

"Do you have any idea what is going on? Any at all?" Roxas shook his head.

"I know I am sold in slavery. That is all." She looked ever more fretful.

"Oh my... Okay, at least you know that much. Oh, how to explain this...? Where to start... Alright, um, I assume that you were bought in a building that was separated from the rest of the auction, correct?" Roxas nodded, confirming the suspicion. "Do you know what that building was for?" Roxas answered in the negative this time. "Oh, oh, what am I to do... Well, you see, that building houses... Special... goods..." Roxas glared, wishing that she would just say her piece and leave already.

"Well... Um, the reason that they are special is... They... They are intended for... Intimate use..." Roxas could not hide the confusion that plastered itself to his face.

"Intimate?" Aerith gave him a pained look.

"Um, perhaps sexual would be a better word choice?" Roxas' eyes widened at that. He didn't have to speak fluent English to know what sex was. But surely he had to be misunderstanding.

"Sexual? As in sex? I am meant to have sex?" The girl nodded, her brows creased.

"Rather, the master is going to have... sex... with you." Roxas stared at her hard, daring her to make one movement that would betray the words she had spoken. She made none.

"He... He bought me to sex me?" She winced at the crude wording, but nodded. "But... He can not... I am not a girl... how...?" She shook her head, her face flushed slightly.

"You will find out, soon, unfortunately. Just... Master Axel is very kind. He is one of the best that could have bought you. He will treat you kindly, and he does not have a heavy hand. As long as you do what you are told, you will be alright. Just keep that in mind." She stood, moving towards a darkly colored wooden wardrobe. Roxas scowled. That was the second time he had been told of how lucky he was to have been bought by the tall red-head. He did not feel very lucky.

He is going to take me to bed? That would explain why I was naked in that room, and why I was sent to this room... And she has no reason to lie to me... But... I am a boy... How does he plan to...

Aerith returned, and had new garments in her hands, presumably chosen out for Roxas. She laid them down on the bed, spreading them out, making each visible.

Roxas wanted to be sick. Surely no male could be expected to wear something as such. The lace alone was enough to put him off, but the entirety of them each individually... He wished he had been sent to a field.

"Okay, um, this is everything that might fit you... Pick one out and put it on." Roxas shot her an incredulous look.

"I am a boy!" She winced.

"I know that."

"These are dresses! They are for girls! I am not a girl!"

"I know. But this is what you have to do. I'm sorry if you are displeased but it is not my fault. I am simply doing as I was told, and I suggest that you do the same." Roxas glared at her. He was not, under any circumstances, going to put any of the lacey monstrosities on. She would have to render him unconscious and do it herself for that to happen.

"I will not wear that." She sighed, and bent down to Roxas' eye level.

"Though he is a kind master, be aware, he is quick to anger. And, should you cross him, I can not account for his actions. As I said, if you do as you are told, you will be treated with kindness, however, should you do otherwise, it is safe to assume that the opposite would be true." Roxas glared, but his resolve falter. Would he be beaten? He had been hit a few time before, and that was one of the most unpleasant feelings he had ever experienced. He looked back at the ridiculous gowns.

Angry at himself for his childish fearfulness, he took on of them into his hand. It was the least grotesque of them all, and it still upset his insides. Still, the resounding fear that the brunette had instilled forced him to begin untying the crude gown he was wearing.

"Thank you." She left with that, closing the door behind her.

Glancing back to make sure the girl had truly left, Roxas threw the offending dress across the room with a low growl, hearing a quiet yet satisfying thump as it hit the wall. There was absolutely no way under the bright blue sky that he was going to put any of these things on. He swiped his arm across the bed, successfully knocking all of the offered gowns to the ground, for simple good measure. Though it was not very much, Roxas still had pride to uphold. Cloud had taught him to be proud, and he planned to follow through with the older blonde's expectations.

As thoughts of his older brother came to Roxas, he immediately fell into a depressed silence. Where on Earth could he be? Had they even been brought to the same place? The slave trade left so many places to be searched, thousands, millions even, and with Roxas in his current position... The blonde let out a dry sob as the thought of never seeing his brother again crossed him. What was he to do without his overprotective elder brother? They had sworn on their mother's grave to protect and help one another, always. Yet here he was, curled up on the floor in the bedchambers of a strange, red-haired man, without a clue to the whereabouts of his beloved brother. This time the sob was accompanied by thick tears, which fell heavily to the floor, leaving dark splotches in the already dark-blue carpet.

After a few moments of allowing tears to fall freely, Roxas drew in a shuddering breath and wiped his face clean of the salty moisture. He gathered the gown, which he had pretended to remove, and clambered into the large bed. It had been several minutes since he had been left alone to dress, and even more since he had left Axel's side. Surely if these "intimacies" were to occur, they would have by now. This in mind, Roxas allowed his body to relax. He assumed that Axel had opted to rest after his travel, instead of partaking in further activity. This gave him only enough reassurance to rest, not fully sleep. To be honest, he was scared. The last time he had slept, though against his will, he had woken in a strange, foreign land, naked, cold, alone, and confused. He did not wish for a reiteration of those events, he therefore clung to his consciousness, only allowing for his eyes to close. He did not even permit his body to snuggle under the comforter, despite the chill he was experiencing because of the denial. He simply lay, resolved to stay like that until he came up with something better.

"Roxas? Master Axel is coming. Did you put it on correctly?" He heard Aerith, and his entire world crumbled. He had been wrong. Axel was coming.

"Kuso.(1)" He swore quietly, then pulled the blanket up in an attempt to hide his failure to re-clothe himself from the girl. She entered right as he settled the large blanket.

"Oh... Did you get it on correctly?" Roxas winced internally, but nodded. She smiled at him graciously, and quickly turned back to the door. "I am glad. Master Axel will be coming now, so prepare yourself." She left, shutting the door once again. Roxas relinquished a frustrated cry, completely appalled at the very idea of what was about to be done to him. In a last attempt to comfort himself, Roxas tried to convince his own mind that this was simply a very bad prank being played upon him by the spiteful townspeople. There was simply no other explanation for the obscenities he was experiencing.

Very abruptly, he heard the doorknob turn, and he listened incredulously as a pair of feet walked into the room carefully, before closing the door. The distinguished sound of his boots clearly labeled the intruder as Axel. Roxas curled up, trying to hide himself in the thickness of the blanket covering him. The footsteps neared, and Roxas felt the shield of the comforter being lifted from his small form. His body trembled at the loss of not only the protection, but the warmth as well. He looked up, and was met with exactly what he had expected. He was met with acidic green eyes, and a rush of red. Roxas glared, not pleased in the least with the man looking down at him.

"Well now, you look awfully unamused. And under-dressed, I cannot help but notice." Roxas responded with a near feral growl, showing his resentment towards the redhead. "Oh? It seems that Aerith informed you of what you are here for. I assume that that is why this anger is being displayed? But surely you must have had some idea of what you were meant to do. Roxas refused to respond, offering only an icy glare. "Well, regardless, you are mine, and I do plan on getting my money's worth out of you." Roxas let out another growl. "Take off that gown." Roxas let out a strangled scoff.

"I will do not. What makes you think that I will listen to you. I am not tied, you can not drag me." The man let out an exaggerated laugh at that.

"Is that right? I am afraid that you underestimate me. I advise you to look at the odds against you. I am at least twice your stature, and most definitely stronger. I do not need a rope to drag such a miniscule creature as yourself. However, I do not intend to pull you around. No, that was simply an easily offered opportunity at the time, and I took advantage of it. But we are inside my home now, and I have many things at my disposal that I could very easily use to punish you." Roxas' eyes widened a bit, before steeling his gaze once more, and glowering at the offending man, as if daring him to attempt it.

"I am not scared of your word, not your dresses." Roxas spat, and Axel raised an amused eyebrow.

"Do you honestly think I am referring to those lacey disasters? Despite how hideous they may be, I doubt that they would make for much of a punishment, embarrassment aside." Roxas faltered, wondering what else the man could be eluding to. Still, he refused, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.

"Are you still going to refuse." The blonde ignored the question, never breaking away from the glare. The man on the receiving end sighed. "Very well." He stood and made his way to the door.

Roxas looked at Axel's back, surprise evident on his face. Had he won? Was Axel going to leave him alone? Was it that simple? Had this been a test of his bravery?

His hopes were dashed when Axel turned back around, having said something to what was presumably a slave. Roxas did not like the look the man was giving him, the feline-like green eyes watching the younger's bright blue. There was a knock at the door, and Axel pivoted to open it. He offered a quick 'Thank You' to whoever was on the other side, before turning back to the blonde.

Roxas' eyes widened as he saw the item that the redhead had in his hand. Never had a riding crop looked so menacing in his life. The one in the man's hand was long, black, and absolutely terrifying. Roxas felt his bottom lip tremble, and he knew that it was most definitely not from cold. Surely not... There was no way...

"I will ask you one more time. Will you take them off?" Roxas looked from the crop, to the man wielding it. Surely not.

Roxas shook his head, then let out a sharp yelp as he was yanked from the bed and dropped on the floor. He did not even have time to comprehend the change, before he felt the splitting pain of the lash as it came down on him. He cried out loudly, nursing his arm where it had been struck. Again, the crop came down on him, this time hitting his thigh. He cried out again, but attempted to crawl away from the relentless man. Instead of his hopeful escape, Roxas found more pain, as the crop hit his lower back. He let out an agonized scream this time, his resolve withering along with his strength.

"I-Itai! Yamero! Yamero! Onegaishimasu! (2)" Axel's hand stopped, just fast enough to avoid hitting the blonde again. He paused, waiting for the blonde to make a move.

Roxas was panting. He looked up, and was immediately aware that the crop was still looming above him threateningly. He shook, noticing tears that had been falling since the beginning of the abuse. Axel was simply staring at him, not moving. Roxas quivered. He knew he had only two options. Option one, he could refuse to remove his clothing again, and suffer the blows again, or, Option two, he could relinquish his last shred of pride, and comply. He looked again at the crop, and made his decision. He sat up, though very shakily, and began to untie the gown.

Roxas saw the smirk on Axel's face, and looked away, thoroughly ashamed at himself for wavering so easily. He never imagined how much a simple stick could hurt, but even now, the simple action of removing his clothing was proving to be an agonizing task. He had managed to untie the top of it, but he was frozen, not able to convince his arms to expose his body to the waiting redhead. No amount of willing would get his hands to clasp around the hem, and no amount of pleading would get his muscles to pull the fabric up. He looked again to Axel, fear in his eyes, which was only amplified by the fact that the riding crop had not been discarded. He dropped his gaze, begging his body to cooperate with him.

"Get on with it. Or did you change your mind?" Roxas gasped, shaking his head roughly.

"P-please... I can not..." Roxas looked at him pathetically. The man looked at him, seeming to contemplate something. His face then took on a much gentler look, and he put the crop on the table.

"I suppose I can help a bit. This is your first time after all." He bent to Roxas' level, and grasped the hem of the gown in his hand.

Roxas felt a sliver of gratitude towards the man, before he remembered that this was all his fault.

"Put your arms up." Roxas, though angered once again, did as he was told, raising his arms. He vaguely felt the cloth lift, and sharply felt the shock of cold air as it hit his bare skin. He was momentarily left blinded as the cloth passed before his eyes, but he was quickly reacquainted with emerald eyes. "There's a good boy." Roxas wanted to scowl, but decided against it, the threat of the crop not yet vanquished.

He was, to put quite frankly, naked. There had been nothing underneath the thin gown, and he was now completely exposed, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Axel. Roxas felt his skin flush as eyes roamed every inch of him, scrutinizing him. He heard a quiet chuckle.

"You are awfully red." Roxas felt the heat intensify.

"Damare.(3)" He knew that Axel could not understand him, so he said it without fear. Axel chuckled again.

"I can guess from your tone that you just said something nasty." Roxas jumped, surprised.

"I-I... Um..." Roxas eyed the crop again, unsure of how dangerous it was.

"I am not going to hit you again, so long as you listen." The blonde could not stifle the sigh of relief that followed the statement. At this point, only one thing mattered, and that was NOT getting beaten with that stick EVER again. "Now come here." Roxas hesitated, debating the pros and cons. "I said come here. Now." He could hear the building annoyance in Axel's voice, and decided, rather swiftly, to accede. He crawled over, not sure what he was expected to do when he got there. He could not ignore the ache he felt in his limbs and back, where he had been hit. The initial pain had been much worse, by far. Still, the throbbing ache was enough to ensure that Roxas would not be disobeying anytime soon. This was probably what Axel had planned, to be honest, and it had worked.

Roxas reached the redhead quickly, making short work of the distance between them, which had not been much to begin with. He was about to wonder what was expected of him, when Axel made it apparent. He lifted Roxas, effortlessly, and placed him gingerly in his lap. Roxas let out a small noise of surprise, clearly not expecting the gentle gesture. He felt arms wrap around him, pinning him to Axel's chest. He had his back to Axel, and was facing the rest of the room.

"I am sorry. I do not like to hurt you. Really, sadism is a very unattractive trait to me. However, I am not one to put up with disobedience. I am not going to make an exception for you, no matter how much I may want to. So please, I will ask you now, do not ever give me a reason to have to do that again." Roxas shivered, the words having been whispered quietly into his ear. The hot breath that came along with them had been the true reason for the reaction.

After saying his piece, Roxas felt himself rising, and realised that Axel had stood. An arm hooked underneath his knees, the other supporting his back. Roxas, on any other occasion, would have fought his way out of the extremely cliché position. However, the pain in his back reminded the blonde where his stubbornness would get him.

Axel took him to the bed, and laid him down gingerly. Roxas wanted to scoff at the contrast, but held it in, allowing the redhead to lay his head on a pillow. He closed his eyes and waited, knowing what was about to transpire.

"Are you alright?" His eyes fluttered open. Was this a trick question? He looked at the man skeptically. "Sorry, I suppose that is a stupid question. Are you ready? …Wait. That is just as dumb... Hmm..." With that, he simply leaned down for a kiss.

Roxas rejected it immediately, turning his face away.

No. NO! Absolutely NOT! There is no way that I am going to...

His eyes fell on the discarded crop once more, still sitting on the table where Axel had left it. Roxas quickly rethought.

He turned his head back, facing Axel once more. He closed his eyes, and resigned himself to what was sure to come. Sure enough, the lips came once more, this time finding and seizing they're target. Roxas gasped as thin lips caressed his own. Axel took the opportunity, and plunged his tongue inside before Roxas could close it again. The blonde began to struggle at that point, pushing weakly at Axel's chest, to no avail; The redhead did not relent.

Roxas forced himself to calm. What else could he do? Even if he could push the much larger man off of him, what would he do next? He could not do anything. He sighed in defeat, which did not go unnoticed by Axel. He smirked into the kiss, knowing he had won. He pushed in deeper, forcing the boy's mouth open wider. Roxas moaned in displeasure, which only served to excite the redhead further. Roxas growled as the man plunged ever deeper.

That was it. The blonde was not just going to take this on his back. (Though that was technically his position at the moment.) He opposed the man in the only way he knew how.

The blonde thrust his tongue out, pushing against Axel's, forcing him to back out a bit. The redhead made a noise of surprise, but Roxas quickly felt a grin against his lips. He pushed again, and the the invader retreated slightly. Roxas was satisfied, having pushed Axel back to a point where he was comfortable. He halted in his movements, prepared to let Axel continue.

The man in question had other plans, however. He pressed his tongue back in, as far as he had been previously, and Roxas let out a growl at the gesture. He pushed once again, attempting to rid his throat of the unwanted organ. Axel seized his chance, and wrapped his tongue around the smaller one trying to push him out. Roxas gasped, his eyes wide, as Axel began massaging the small muscle.

Roxas fought as hard as he could, but could not repress the moan that filtered into Axel's mouth, causing the man to smirk, before finally breaking the kiss. Roxas gasped, desperately inhaling air he had not realised he required. The man above him was also panting slightly, but chuckling all the same.

"Well now, I most certainly was not expecting that." Roxas flushed, throwing the man a glare. "Still, it was a nice surprise, so I suppose that you deserve a reward." Roxas looked at him curiously now, wondering what a 'reward' could elude to. Axel stood and left the bed, opening the door and calling a name. Roxas eyed him warily. Surely he was not calling for another torture device? That seemed like a positively awful gift, in Roxas' opinion. Axel waited at the door, as Roxas contemplated his fate. When the sound of footsteps were heard outside of the room, Roxas reasoned that the slave/servant had returned with whatever Axel had requested.

Roxas began to panic, wondering if he should attempt to run. He did NOT want to get hit again.

Axel smiled warmly as he turned, only serving to add to Roxas' growing suspicion. Roxas glared in his direction, deciding that he did not want his 'reward'. He was about to tell the redhead so, when the one in question pulled his arm out from behind his back. Roxas' eyes fell to it, and he immediately took back his previous statement. Axel had a plate in his hand, and on the plate was five, absolutely delicious looking cookies. Roxas could feel his mouth salivate. He did not know how long it had been since he last ate, but he felt positively ravenous at the mere sight of the sugary treat. He did not even try to hide his egarness, a fact which led Axel to chuckle.

The older approached the bed, and laid the plate on the blonde's blanket covered lap. Unsure, Roxas glanced up at Axel.

"Go ahead. They are for you." He needed no further reassurance, and quickly scarfed the cookies down. "Slow down! You act as though you have not eaten in days!" Roxas returned to looking at Axel, having finished already, to his great disappointment. To be honest, that might not be untrue. He did not know how long he was asleep. Perhaps mere hours, perhaps day, even weeks. Axel seemed to read his thoughts. "Have you eaten?" The blonde answered truthfully.

"I do not know." The redhead seemed torn, lost in thought for a moment, before coming to what Roxas assumed was a conclusion, and sighed.

"Very well. I suppose that this can wait. You need to be bathed anyway. Put your clothes back on." Roxas gave him a look. "Go on." He decided not to push the man into anger, and crawled out of the bed, exposing himself once again. He blushed, but walked over to where his discarded gown lay. He pulled it back on, not bothering with tying up the top. He then sauntered over to Axel's side.

"...We will go and get you proper clothing tomorrow. I will find you a nightgown for tonight. Follow me." Roxas did, trailing behind slightly. He was led to a kitchen, where several women and a few men were scurrying about, preparing food and cleaning. Axel cleared his throat, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Hello everyone. This is Roxas. He is going to be living with us from now on. I am sorry to ask this, but could you please feed him? He probably has not seen any food for several days." Many of the women got a worried look on their face as they looked at the blonde, and nodded solemnly. "That is all I need at the moment. Please make sure he is well fed." Roxas was then left alone, staring at the kitchen, slightly lost. One of the women worked up the bravery to approach him. As she got closer though, Roxas realised that she was just a girl, not much older than himself. She was short, more so than himself, and had brown hair that was cut rather strangely, some of it shorter than the rest. Her eyes were a pretty grass-green color, nowhere near as striking as Axel's

"Hello Roxas. My name is Olette. I work here in the kitchen, but I suppose that that is pretty obvious. Anyway, what would you like to eat? We do not have much cooked up at the moment, but I can make you something. Roxas regarded the girl with curiosity. She seemed... Odd. But, perhaps in a good way. Roxas offered a small smile.

"Um.. What you have made? I will eat." She seemed a bit startled by his accent at first, but smiled.

"Well, we have some soup made. Chicken, noodles, and some vegetables." Roxas winced, but nodded. He did not want to be difficult.

"That is fine. I will eat." She nodded, and went off to get him a bowl.

This gave Roxas a little time to think.

He had not expected this at all. He had prepared himself to spend the night with Axel. No, he was not looking forward to it, but he had resigned himself to it. But then, out of nowhere, he had been brought here. Why? Didn't Axel want to bed him? Certainly Roxas' hunger would not take precedence over that desire... Perhaps Axel had begun to find him unappealing? Roxas did not like the way that that though made him feel. It hurt a bit, making his eyes sting slightly. But why? Why would he react like this? He hated the man, didn't he?