A/N: Hey y'all! J How are you? Ha, I'm here to put in a little more of this story. Sorry it's taking me so long to update, by the way, I've been caught up in school and other stories and such (TENMA, yay, 1 whole review…). Yeah. But I'm here for now, so… here we go, k? Read, love, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Well, duh, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I sure wish I did. I mean, really, you know what I would do with it? Roxas and Axel, all over the place. There would probably be no Donald or Goofy, because they're annoying, and then Riku and Sora can finally be alone, because Kairi had to go and get lost in the dark place XD. Stupid Kairi. And the Organization? Total sex orgy.
Seeing Red
Chapter Seven
What becomes of the Broken Hearted?
Axel tossed and turned that night, oblivious to the return of his roommate. Saïx had wandered back in around midnight, tossing a curt nod at the blonde boy half-awake on the couch, and storming into his room and slamming the door.
Axel, however, was virtually flailing in his bed. Whips of red hair flashed in his subconscious, jeering, painted faces laughing at him as he cried.
Saïx, a mere room away, sat up with a frown, Axel was so weak. He always needed someone to sit and hold him, to save him when he was upset. And tonight, the redhead was clearly upset. All that crying and howling in his sleep, oh yes, something was up. Hence, Saïx stood, brushed himself off in annoyance, as it was Axel's turn to dust, it had been for a month, and crept into said redhead's room to cross his arms and wait for the man to open his emerald eyes and notice him at the foot of his bed.
Axel continued his tossing and turning, until finally, Saïx let out a sharp breath and narrowed his amber eyes, "Axel. Wake up. Now."
"Mmph…" The redhead rolled over once more before blinking up at his roommate, rather confusedly, "W-what…?"
"You're a monster. What is your problem? If you're not sleeping, you're making so much noise that I can't sleep. So tell me what your fucking problem is because I'm tired."
"What are you talking about…?" Axel sat up in his tangled sheets, his crimson locks a mess around his pale, pointed face.
"Shut up, Axel." Saïx sat next to him on the bed with an angry frown, "You know how you sleep when something's on your mind."
"Nothing's on my mind."
The childish argument came to a standstill, Saïx's eyes darkening, and Axel's blank stare drifting off back into his slumber.
"Axel, who is that girl out there on the couch?"
"Kairi."
"I mean, what is her importance? You're not one to pick up street girls out of the kindness of your heart."
"No. She's just Kairi."
"Kairi who?"
To this, Axel was silent, his hands fumbling with the wrinkled sheet wrapped around him.
"Axel, tell me who that girl is."
"Kairi Montague."
For a long time, Saïx was absolutely speechless, his eyes locked with Axel's. Finally, after several moments, "Serena Montague's daughter?"
"…yeah."
In a split second, Saïx was clinging to Axel's thin body, his rage dissipated. "I'm sorry."
The redhead just sighed and stared blankly at the dark wall, "Yeah. My sister, I guess. She's on drugs, Saïx."
"What?"
"Something. I don't know what they are. Tiny white pills that she takes like crazy. Every two seconds she's fucking popping these little white drugs. I don't know what to do. I went all the way down there to save her, but I only managed to kidnap her and her little blondie out there and kill a group of women at a gas station…"
"Axel…"
"I didn't mean to, Saïx. They were just all over me, those sluts, they just wanted me and my money, and I didn't know what to do. I freaked, Saïx, I fucking freaked and shot them all…" The blank green eyes narrowed at the darkness ahead of him, "What am I going to do?"
"Does anyone know you did it?" The other male released him and leaned back, "Were you seen?"
"I don't think so, Saïx. It was just us three, but… I just shot them. I don't feel bad about it at all. I don't care about them…"
"Axel, just be quiet. Don't think about anything. That's what I'm for, right?"
The redhead allowed Saïx to push him down onto the bed and closed his eyes when he felt the cool fingers creep below the waistband of his boxers.
Yeah… that's what Saïx was for…
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When Axel woke up in the morning, Saïx was gone, and Axel was alone in a cold bed. He lay for a long time, hours even, just thinking, waiting, to know what was going to become of him and what he had done. It wasn't the first illegal thing he'd done; killing those hookers, but it was by far the worst. Would the police find him and arrest him? Take him away from Kairi and Roxas? From Saïx? He shook his head at the thought, no, not from them. If anything, Roxas and Kairi were going with him to prison.
And eventually, Axel crawled to his feet and limped to the bathroom, wincing at the pain and his awful reflection he came to find in the cracked mirror. He looked as if he hadn't slept at all. He let out a soft sigh and wandered into the kitchen, where Roxas was cooking and cheerfully talking to the small redheaded girl sitting on the countertop.
A quick glance brought a frown to Roxas's face, "What happened to you?"
Axel glared.
"Ah, well, seeing as how I'm gay too, I know for a fact by the way you're limping, the man who's not your lover had fun last night. And you have no food here."
Green eyes narrowed dangerously as he sat sullenly in a metal chair by the doorway, "I'm sorry. I haven't been home in over a month."
"I'm sure Saïx appreciates that," Roxas said with a smirk, as he turned back to the stove.
"Morning, Axel," Kairi said softly, a gentle smile on her babyish face.
"Morning."
"Sleep well?"
"Not really," he muttered, "You?"
"I slept great," she replied with a smile, "Saïx said he had to go to class, but he wanted to talk to you when he got back. He's nice."
"Yeah, if you're into psychopaths…" Roxas grumbled from the near-empty refrigerator.
Kairi giggled and swung her thin legs, "He's just mad because Saïx called him a cooking queer and pinned him to the counter before he left. It's not like he hurt him or anything." She smiled sweetly, "I think he's nice."
Axel shook his head, "I think he's a freak."
"I think he cares about you." Roxas said shortly, with a small flicker of sadness in his cerulean eyes.
Axel scoffed and gingerly limped into the kitchen, "What are you cooking, anyway?"
"Omelets."
Axel just nodded and wandered to the refrigerator, his face falling when he noticed the emptiness of it, "Saïx didn't get any food while I was gone."
"He said he ate out a lot because he didn't want to cook for just himself." Kairi jumped down from her spot on the counter and grabbed her small glass of milk, "He seemed kind of lonely sounding when he said it, too. Why did you just leave him here?"
"Sorry, Kairi, I hate to break it to you, but Axel's your typical asshole, I think, of course he wouldn't be considerate. Not even to his roommate."
"Well, blondie, don't want to be the one to burst your bubble, but Saïx-y? He has classes. He goes to college. He couldn't have come even if he wanted to."
Roxas shrugged, "Doesn't change how much of an asshole you are."
"Guys…" Kairi perched by the window, her blue eyes curious as to what was going on outside, "Come look."
Axel and Roxas did as they were told, Axel jumping back the moment he saw the scene.
Four marked police cars sat outside, barricading the building across the street. Several officers were cautiously crouching behind the doors of their cars, a few others lurking around the sides of the building. On the sooty steps of the rundown building was a darkly dressed man holding another man against him in a headlock, a gun to his head. The hair trailing down was silver, a near blue shade.
Kairi glanced up, "Who do you think it is, Axel? Do you know him?"
A flood of panic surged through Axel as he ripped the two from the window, "What time is it?"
"Like… 12:30 or so? Somewhere around there, I think. Why?"
"Saïx's class ends at noon. Fuck…"
"You mean―"
Roxas leapt back to the window, as did Kairi right behind him, and Axel covered his eyes and slunk down on the couch. Saïx would walk by any minute now, and Axel had no way of warning him, of keeping him away from all of it. Stupid bastard never had a cell phone…
He squeezed his eyes closed and heard the gunshots tear through the otherwise silent air. Kairi made a small, surprised noise. Roxas just took several steps backwards.
Axel groaned in disbelief.
If Saïx was hurt in whatever the police had started…
Axel bit his lip and shook his head slowly, no, no, no, no…
He didn't have to care about Saïx. He really didn't. He never cared about anyone. In all reality, he couldn't help anyone when it came down to it. So what was the point in caring? He didn't care.
But why was this ripping, tugging, in his heart so damn painful, then?
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Dark and alone, in a rundown building, two boys sat alone in the damp room, silent. The elder brushed back his flaming hair, but glanced over at the other when he let out a small hiccup.
"Hey, Ela…?"
"What?" A cold, harsh response, but a response nonetheless. At least he spoke to Edym. Edym was lucky.
"You… you know Ansem…? I mean… I know you know him, but…"
"Spit it out."
"He raped me, Ela… And he drugged me…" Shimmering tears on his pale cheeks, aqua eyes terrified, locked with the sharp emerald, "What am I supposed to do…?"
"Dump him." Ela narrowed his eyes, "He's a fuck."
"I-I know, but—but Ela, I'm so scared—what if he hits me again…?"
"I'll kill him."
And Edym sobbed. Over and over into Ela's dirty black shirt, Edym cried, his broken heart so obvious to Ela. Edym was always so lost in life; he never knew what to do. Edym made a lot of bad choices, a lot of wrong decisions, but Ela was always there for him to cry on. But when Edym killed himself, what could Ela do? Was letting him cry on his shoulder not enough? Or did Edym just make one more bad decision?
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Seeing Red
END: Chapter Seven
What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?
--To Be Continued—
NEXT CHAPTER:
Chapter Eight:
Blind Rage
A/N: I hope you like this. I love Saïx. He is so OOC, but I can't help but love him. I mean, come on, the heartless bastard growing a heart, just for Axel? You have to love him. Really. Anyway, I love typing this, and I love you reviewers and you lurkers too, but I don't know who you are—so it's hard to love you equally!! (Hint-hint XD)
And if you're bored, go to fictionpress. I mean, (shameless begging is going on here) I wrote something! Yeah! (I'm so throwing a celebration.)
Oh, and just for the road:
"She's freaky—
And she knows it
She's freaky—
But I like it"
--Justin Timberlake
Much love to y'all!
XOXO
Shiro!
