A/N: Chapter 2! So yeah, I'm way to lazy to describe chapters and stuff so if you want all the info just go to my deviantart account through my main page, also to see the picture that inspired this story that is EPIC! It ain't that hard =P
As always, fanfic made from Nijuuni's deviation "Wicked Promise" on deviantart.
Disclaimer: Damn those lawyers are persistent. But I'll get em yet!
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2.
Roxas followed his mother into the living room. All of the furniture was in one corner (including the pieces that had come with the house). Roxas' mother always let the moving men go early because Roxas seemed to be the only one who actually listened to her when it came to furniture placement. He grabbed one end of a table, she grabbed the other, and they began their dance. After a little while, idle conversation started up.
"So what do you think of the new house? I see you've already gotten a chance to explore. Picking the biggest bedroom and all," she threw her son a wry smile. Roxas looked surprised and guilty.
"Oh , sorry, you can have it if you want," he mumbled.
"No, it's alright, after all, finders keepers, right?" She smiled again. Roxas smiled.
"Right," They continued to work for a little while longer, and after they had placed everything somewhere where it would be acceptable, Roxas' mother went into the kitchen and made them some coffee. Roxas was attempting to hook up the television. Honestly, his mother didn't trust professionals to do anything. Roxas' mom walked back into the room and giggled at the amount of wires Roxas had wrapped around himself. Roxas looked up and smiled sheepishly, untangling himself from the cords. He sat down on one of the few non-antique pieces of furniture (that you were allowed to have food on) and vigorously drank his coffee.
"Wow, good thing I made decaf," his mother commented.
"Heh, well it was a long car ride," Roxas slowed himself down and tried to keep the coffee in his mouth instead of on his chin.
"So anything good up in the attic?" his mother asked.
"I don't know, I couldn't find the light, but it would probably be a good idea to go and check. I saw a pretty nice mirror up there, though it seemed like something you would want more than me." Roxas finished his coffee and washed his mug out in the kitchen sink. "I'll be in my room unpacking if you need me, okay?"
"Alright honey, maybe I'll go up to the attic and be a little luckier with the light."
Roxas chuckled and agreed that she probably would be since he's such a klutz, then went up to his room. He started by putting his clothes in the armoire, though he felt kind of weird hanging his clothes up, seeing as he usually used a dresser. But he figured he'd have to get used to new/old things now anyways, so there was no use complaining. After he was done that he started pulling out the basics; an alarm clock (one of the wind up kind), a bedside lamp, and his school supplies. He would be starting the next day at this new school, and the bus ride alone would take him almost an hour and a half to get there. You know mom. Location, location, location. He was on his way to throw the ripped little doll in the trash when his mom met him at the door with the mirror from the attic.
"Oh hey, so you found it," Roxas commented.
"Yeah, but I thought you should have it."
"Really?" Roxas was dumbfounded. Usually his mother would jump at the chance to have a mirror like this all to herself. "What happened to finders keepers?" He added sarcastically.
"Well usually that's my motto but…I know this is going to sound a little weird…but I don't think this mirror likes me." Roxas couldn't help but outwardly mock his mom, even a little bit.
"Doesn't like you? Mom, you do know that it's a mirror right? An inanimate object that isn't capable of feeling?"
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Ouch.
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"I know it sounds silly, but I just get this bad vibe off of it…it's kind of hard to explain…but I just thought it was too beautiful to sit up there and collect more dust, so I wanted you to have it." Roxas was still confused.
"Why don't you put it in the living room or something then?"
"Roxas honey?"
"Yes mom?"
"Just take the damn mirror," and with that she shoved the mirror into his hands and smiled playfully. Roxas laughed. He had to admit, he was kind of making a big deal about a mirror, and it would look really good in this room actually. He had the perfect place for it.
"Alright, alright, but only if you help me clean it off," Roxas' mom leaned next to the door and pulled up a couple of rags and a can of polish. Roxas chuckled. He should have known.
After spending the better half of the afternoon cleaning the mirror (why did the frame have to be so complicated?) and having some macaroni and cheese, Roxas decided to retire early, seeing as they'd been driving almost all night the day before. Before he went to bed though, he hung the mirror on the wall closest to the bed and doorway. After stepping back and feeling thoroughly satisfied with his amazing hanging job, Roxas shut off the light and crawled into bed. It wasn't long before he was asleep.
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The man materialized in the mirror, and watched the form of the sleeping boy, facing the other wall. Finders keepers. He liked the sound of that.
He smiled softly. Of course Roxas would choose his old room out of about 20 possible choices in the entire house. And he had placed the mirror exactly where it used to hang. He looked around the room briefly, enjoying the fact that Roxas hadn't changed the room too much. However, his eyes soon fell on Roxas again. It was just amazing to watch him sleep. He looked so peaceful. Inside the mirror image of the room, Axel walked over to the bed and sat on the edge near Roxas' head. He leaned down and brushed some of the boy's golden locks from his angelic face. Roxas started to stir, and Axel jerked his hand away, not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty.
"Who…who's there?" Roxas asked groggily. Axel stayed silent for a moment, knowing that the boy couldn't see him unless he was looking at the mirror anyways. After a minute or two it became apparent that Roxas hadn't woken up. So he was a sleep talker was he? The better to get to know you with my dear.
Axel leaned down close to Roxas, taking in his scent, then spoke.
"Roxas?"
"Who's there??" the question came again, Roxas still asleep.
"Hello Roxas, my name is Axel. It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance." Roxas turned towards the source of the sound, eyes still lightly closed.
"Axel? Who are you?"
"Why I'm the man in the mirror of course." Axel chucked slightly. This was fun. He wondered what else he could get the boy to say. Unfortunately, his amusement was short lived.
"Can you come back tomorrow? I'm trying to sleep." Axel grinned at the boy. He really must be tired if he doesn't even have the energy to talk in his sleep.
"As you wish. We'll talk tomorrow then," Axel leaned over until his and Roxas' noses were almost touching, "goodnight sunshine."
"It's Roxas," were the last muffled words the man could get from the boy. He chuckled yet again.
"Very well. Good night, Roxas." There was no response as Axel faded out of view in the mirror image of Roxas' room.