***Hey! It's day three! God, three down, three-hundred and sixty three to go! This is a continuation of last chapter. I hope you enjoy!***
Roxas felt like shit.
'Why did I yell at Axel? It's not his fault that I run away. I could've stopped talking to him… Then I wouldn't be in this shit.' He thought to himself.
'Well, it IS Axel's fault. He knows that I could never make my friends leave if they're sitting on my doorstep, bleeding. He knows that I'd take whatever crap Saix put me through, just to be friends with him. He knows that when he says that stuff about himself and about how no one likes him it makes me run away. But he keeps doing it!' He reminded himself angrily.
"Goddamnit Axel, why did Reno have to bring that jackass home? It's all Reno's fault! He screwed up Axel so much… if that had never happened, everything would be the same as it was two years ago." Roxas muttered to himself.
He saw a bright flash of red hair.
Good thing that Roxas was lying down, otherwise Axel would be able to see him for sure.
Axel wandered around the junkyard for a bit, looking for something.
Roxas kept very quiet, trying to hear if Axel was saying something.
"Damn it! Why did I do that to Roxas? And he loves me! At least, that's what the others said. But why? I'm so disgusting. I'm… horrible… no one can love me." Axel muttered, kicking the ground.
He had no idea that Roxas could hear his conversation.
'There he goes again, saying that he isn't worth anything. If he doesn't go back to normal soon, I'm going to kill him.' Roxas thought to himself.
'I still shouldn't blame all of this on him. I need to convince him to testify in court… about what really happened. I hate court.' Roxas groaned in his mind.
"What are you doing here?" He asked icily, sitting up. He had a plan.
"Roxas?" Axel asked, looking at the car.
"Yes, unless the damn foster people call me something different again this time. Like 'Boy' or 'Percy' or 'Footstool'." Roxas spat, reminding Axel of all the foster parents he had in the past.
One had used him as a servant, calling him "Boy". Roxas doubted they knew his real name.
One insisted that children were like dogs, and that they could rename him.
And one foster mother had so many kids that she used them as furniture. Hence "Footstool". Roxas was still glad that he hadn't been "Chair".
"Roxas… I really didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do?" Axel asked, his eyes pleading.
Roxas nearly broke down because of those eyes, but then he reminded himself that he had to make Axel pay, at least a little bit.
"You have to go to court. Any you have to tell the judge the truth, so that I can live with Sora and Riku. I just… I need to know that you care about me as much as I care about you! Otherwise… was I just a tool to you? Like, a nurse? Would you have left me behind if I didn't help you every night?" Roxas asked.
"I'll… I'll go to court, Rox. But I won't say Saix's name to them. But I'll break up with him. And I'll say it was my girlfriend, that she took fighting classes. Okay? Because I know that they'll be prejudice against Sora and Riku because they're gay. That might be why they took you so soon anyways. I'll help, I promise." Axel said quietly.
"Good. Ax… I have something to tell you…" Roxas blurted out. Then he mentally slapped himself. Now isn't the time for this!
"I have something to tell you too." Axel blurted.
"Together?" Roxas asked.
"Sure." Axel agreed.
"I… kinda like you." They both said at the same time.
They grinned at each other.
"Well, now that we have got past that awkward stage of 'does he like me?' can we just go off into the sunset, or so I have to break up with Saix first?" Axel asked, a bit of his old self shining out.
"Break up with Saix, go to court, then we'll talk." Roxas smiled.
***Okay, that's the end of the second installment of this little miniseries. But have no fear! I'll probably continue it! Just not right away… maybe in a few weeks.***
