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-Day Four-

Ding dong…Ugh, what is that God awful racket…ding dong. Axel threw a pillow over his head to drown out the wretched noise. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong. "Arrgh, fine, God fucking damnit! I'm up!" He threw the pillow across the room, knocking over a lamp, and roughly climbed out of the bed, having a minor fight with his blankets. Then he grabbed the picture frame, though he couldn't understand why he felt he had to bring it with him everywhere, and stormed out of his room. Ding dong, "I'm coming, Jesus Christ!" He yelled as he entered the living room and put his Deer on the shelf again. My Deer? What the hell? He shook the thoughts from his head, before he ripped the door open, "Wha- Roxas?"

He was almost completely speechless at the sight before him. Roxas, looked as amazing as ever with his messy blond hair, and his amazingly blue eyes, standing in the doorway holding a box that had 'Axel's Stuff' written across it. Why did the small man love to torture him so much? "Hi Axel," The blonde's pouty eyes met Axel's, causing him to melt a bit, before he remembered why he wanted Roxas to die choking on his boyfriend's dick. "You didn't answer my message, so I just brought the stuff to you." Axel sighed, rolled his eyes, and walked to his recliner grabbing a bottle of whiskey on the way.

"Just put it somewhere." He waved a hand towards the middle of the room and sat down as Roxas entered the house and closed the door.

"How are you?" Roxas asked after placing the box next to the fireplace. He'd never known that thing to not have a fire going. It was quite concerning to see the house in this state. Axel usually took so much pride in his house, displaying it as though it were a trophy of accomplishments. And it truly was an accomplishment. The redhead's dad had given him a job within his company, but Axel was the one who worked his way all the way up the corporate ladder earning his rightful spot as a partner. He didn't overly flaunt his money; he just took pride in what he had achieved. But apparently he wasn't taking the breakup as well as Roxas thought he would.

"Peachy." Axel responded as he took a sip of whiskey.

"We weren't meant to be Ax. I still want us to be friends."

With a sarcastic snort, Axel lifted one finger, not the pinky, index, ring, or even his thumb; he put up the finger that would get his point across clearly. "Fuck you Roxas."

"Don't be like that." Roxas demanded, with a scowl on his pretty face.

"You're not sucking my dick anymore. I have no reason to listen to you." Axel shot back as he turned his head to look out the frosty window.

"Axel you don't mean that. You're being overly cruel because the wounds are still fresh. I know you don't mean to be like this." Roxas said, then spotted his torn face in the fireplace, and whipped around to look at Axel again slightly hurt. "Why, why am I in the fireplace?"

"Get out of my house Roxas."

Defeated, and deciding it may be best to leave his ex alone, Roxas turns away, planning to leave. His eyes however, landed on the gun that brought them together, lying out in the open, next to a picture of his brother, Riku, and Axel with Santa and his helpers. Though the picture was disturbing it was much worse to see the gun. "Why is your gun out? What are you doing?" He asked, assuming the redhead had plans for it.

"It needed to be cleaned. I was too lazy to put it away."

"You're never lazy with that gun."

"And you said you'd love me forever. It's funny how things change." Axel states with a lazy smirk. "Leave."

"Don't do anything stupid Axel."

"What does it matter to you, what I do?" Axel asks as he stares back out of the frosted window.

"Because I care about you."

"Don't you have family things to be taking care of, or a boyfriend to hold? I know there's a warm house waiting for you to walk through the doors so you can be assaulted by the delicious smell of your mother's home baked pie. And then later your boyfriend will sneak through the window and fuck you, while your parents are sleeping in the other room, just like I did."

"Axel…"

"Get out! I never want to see you again! Go!" Axel yells at the blond.

"Axel…"

"Show me you care, by not torturing me anymore, just leave me alone." He begged.

"I didn't do any of this to hurt you. I did it so we could both be happy."

"I was happy, you asshole! Happier than I've ever been in my life, and you…God, you ripped me apart. I sleep all day because I can't find a reason to get up in the morning. I drink all night because the pain is so bad I just want it to go away. My chest feels empty. Sure I can still hear the thumping, but it's so hollow. I…I can't breathe when you're not around, it's like I'm suffocating every day. I hate that I depend on you so much, because you obviously don't like me, and honestly, for the last few days, I've been imagining a million different horribly violent ways you can die. But I still need you…every time you die, I feel whatever's left of my heart break for you. So get out, please. Help me to forget you Roxas." Axel continued to beg.

"Axel, I…I didn't know how much this would affect you. I just assumed that because I was unhappy, you would be too. I figured you only stayed in the relationship because you didn't want to hurt me. Axel, we have nothing in common, we met in a gun store, and you don't even know anything about guns. Why did you get a gun, when you so obviously don't have any interest in them?"

"Because Roxas, my life sucks. Now please, don't make me get on my knees, just please, leave." Axel asked quietly.

"So you got it to kill yourself?"

"Mmm, but you changed my mind, so don't worry."

Roxas looked at the gun again. He couldn't, in good conscience leave it with Axel. So without further thought, he lunged towards the gun, only to find Axel was already there, and pointing the weapon at him, "Axel, give me the gun."

"I think not. I think it may be nice to see one of my visions come to life. And if you don't leave now, that's exactly what's going to happen. You see, I'm very unstable right now, my finger just may slip, and bam, blood, brain matter, splat, everywhere, you'll never be able to leave me." Axel threatened, though he'd never do any of that. If anyone's brain matter was going to decorate his house it'd be his own.

"Fine, I'm leaving. But I'm going to tell Sora, and he's going to tell Riku." Roxas threatened back.

"That's fine, I'll just have to kill myself sooner."

"What?"

"I SAID GET OUT!" Axel roared as he walked towards Roxas, making the blond back away towards the door and out of his house. After slamming the door closed. Axel raised the gun to his head. He didn't care if it was only three in the afternoon, he was ready to die right now. His finger crashed down on the trigger, but nothing happened. It took all his strength not to pull it again. All he wanted to do was unload that gun into his skull, but he managed to calm himself down. He slowly inhaled and exhaled, loosening his grip on the revolver before putting it back in it's case.

He then grabbed his bottle of whiskey and dragged his feet down the hall and into his bedroom. Then he plopped onto his bed, ready to drink until he passed out. What a wonderful day it had been so far. He could only pray that tomorrow would come soon. "Day four, over. May day five bring me what I desire and what I so desperately need." He mumbled before everything went black.

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I hope you took the opportunity to read "A Kingdom Hearts Christmas Carol"

And I'm sure you loved it

Anyway, this was another short chapter, but seeing as this is technically a oneshot, split into seven parts, it's pretty lengthy.

And Roxas isn't a horrible person, he just wants love and he didn't feel it with Axel.

I know that may be blasphemy, omg Roxas and Axel aren't together, but that's how this story is going.

Demyx works better for this story. Sora probably would've worked as well, but I like the Akudemy pairing more.

I hope you enjoyed

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