Desire

Roxas walked into his boss's office, arms loaded with paperwork. He set the large stack down on Xemnas's desk.
"Here you are, sir- all the company reports on the store chains, profits, and employee additions to the one in Twilight Town, employee decline in Traverse Town, and-"
"Thank you, Roxas- that'll be enough," Xemnas said, waving the blonde away. Xemnas brushed some of his white-grey hair over his shoulder. As Roxas was about to scurry back to his cubicle, the tan man's orange eyes flashed.
"Roxas," he said, his voice like a whip. Roxas froze and turned around- the man was big, rich, and powerful- he owned the corporate headquarters for Gooby's Confectionary Treats. It was a global business, and the stock for the company was priced in the billions, going on to trillions. Xemnas seriously intimidated him.
"I need you to take this package to the mailroom. It's for my father as it is his birthday next week," he said. Roxas nodded.
"Yes, sir," Roxas said courteously, grabbing the box and leaving the office. Roxas began to quickly head to the mail room. Turning the final corner, Roxas ran smack into someone. He dropped the box and fell over. He sat up, flustered.
"I am so sorry!" Roxas mumbled simultaneously to the other person's cry of "Shit!" Roxas looked at the other person and gasped- it was a worker from the next floor down; Roxas remembered because it was only two weeks ago that Roxas had been promoted, and just a day before that this guy had transferred in from Mc Dolan's corporate headquarters. He had a spiky blaze of bright red hair, piercing green eyes and, as unorthodox as it may sound, tattoos under his eyes. He was tall, slim, and wore polos and khakis with dress shoes.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there," the guy said. Roxas was busy searching his brain for this guy's name...
"Oh, don't worry- I shouldn't have been running," Roxas mumbled, letting himself be helped up by the redhead.
"It's fine. Here's your box," the guy said, handing the fallen package back to the blonde.
"Oh... Thanks," he mumbled. Why did he have to be the smallest guy here?!
"Don't mention it," the guy said, offering his hand. "By the way, the name's Axel- got it memorized?" Roxas took his hand.
"Roxas," the blonde said, intimidated by one of the many tall people he worked with.
"Nice to meet you," Axel said with a smile.
"Yeah, you too," Roxas said. "If you'll excuse me..."
"Of course," Axel said, stepping aside so Roxas could get into the mail room. Once past that awkward situation, Roxas could breathe easy. He didn't know why he was such an introvert so easily intimidated by larger figures- perhaps because he was bullied by the older kids in school...
When Roxas had finally gotten back to his cubicle, which was conveniently located by the water cooler, he sighed and got back to work. He heard a tap on the wall in front of him. Rolling his eyes, Roxas called back.
"I'm here," he said. Not long after that, he heard a guy clear his throat behind him at the entrance to the small office- like space.
"Yes, Demyx?" Roxas asked, turning his chair to face his best friend/coworker. It also happened to be that Demyx had been dating Roxas's sister for the past eighteen months, having met her through Roxas.
"Got some news for you," Demyx said, leaning against the wall, water cup in hand and grinning.
"What is it?" Roxas asked.
"She got the ultrasound today- she just got off the phone with me. You are going to be the proud uncle to a beautiful baby girl," Demyx said. Roxas swallowed dryly, taken aback. He almost forgot that in about two months Naminé would be having a baby. Suddenly, he looked up to see Demyx had thrust a cup of water to him.
"Thanks," Roxas said, his voice faltering. He sipped the water- this Uncle-to-be thing just hit him. He knew it would be happening for a while but the seriousness kinda slapped him when he saw how CLOSE the due date really was.
"So when are you going to hold the wedding?" Roxas asked. Demyx had proposed as soon as he'd found out about the child, and had agreed the wedding would take place once the pregnancy was over, so to not stress her out about planning.
"I was thinking once she was all healed and recovered from the birth- planning would give her something to do while she gets well. You know?" Demyx said cooly.
"I guess..." Roxas mumbled and started typing again.
"Yo, Zexy!" Demyx called over another wall of cubicle. A man with silvery-blue hair, a headset, glasses, and a completely bored expression poked his head into veiw. With a cold, dead voice he sends Demyx a blank, chilling stare and speaks:
"What?" he asked. Demyx, unfazed, threw his arm around his neck, startling the mostly antisocial and 'don't bother me at work' Zexion from cubicle six.
"I was thinking," Demyx said, throwing his other arm around Roxas and crushing his empty paper cup, "that I should take you two out for drinks after work. How 'bout it?"
"Fine, just let me finish working," Roxas muttered, ducking under Demyx's arm.
"I also have things to do right now, Demyx," Zexion said quietly and all but slithered from the room. After a few more hours, Roxas stood and stretched. He shut off his computer and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. He headed out of his cubicle, slipping his jacket on when he crashed into someone, going down in a tangle of limbs. He brought his head up, and saw who he had ran into again.
"Wow, this is embarrassing... I'm usually not this much of a klutz," the other muttered, sliding out from under Roxas.
"I-I wasn't watching where I was going," Roxas mumbled, intimidated again by the flashing green eyes and red hair.
"I ought to make it up to you... I mean, I feel horrible for plowing you down twice. How about we do something tonight?" Axel asked, offering his hand out. Roxas let himself be helped up.
"I, uh, actually have plans tonight..."
"Oh... Maybe some other time, then," Axel said. Something in his voice made Roxas feel bad.
"Um... It's just me, and my friends, and, um... If you wanted you could come with us," Roxas offered. Axel's face brightened.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah..." Roxas said.
"Yo! Roxas! What's taking you so long?" Demyx called, headed towards them.
"I hope it's alright that I invited Axel... Axel, this is Demyx; Demyx, Axel," Roxas said, gesturing back and forth for introduction.
"Nice to meet you," Demyx said, offering his hand and acting completely social with everyone... As usual...
"And you," Axel said, shaking Demyx's hand.
"I'm Roxas's brother-in-law," Demyx added.
"Charmed," Axel said, smirking dangerously. "What are we doing?"
"We were going to take Zexion over there out for some drinks and a good dose of social interaction," Demyx said cheerfully. "Alright, Zexion- let's go!"

"This round's on me!" Demyx announced, throwing down some money and ordering a drink for everyone in the group. After a few drinks, Demyx introduced Zexion to a girl with black hair and dark eyes, and a seemingly naturally cute face. She had feathers in her hair, a green tank top, tan short shorts with thigh high socks and black calf-high converse. Surprisingly, Demyx had gotten Zexion drunk enough to socialize and Roxas noticed that he had begun to flirt with the young lady.
"Ta-da! Operation Zexion is a success!" Demyx cheered, holding up his drink for a toast, which Roxas and Axel joined.
"It's about time," Roxas murmured with a smirk.
"How about you, Roxas? You don't have any type of relationship," Demyx said. "We should hook you up with someone."
"Nah... I'll be alright," Roxas assured him, taking a drink. He looked back to Zexion, who had successfully gotten the girl's number.
Eventually, the group had to take Zexion and leave because the girl had left and Zexion started being annoying.
The next day at work, Axel had announced he'd recently been promoted to cubicle eight on this floor, and spent most of his free time socializing with Roxas. At one point, Roxas had fallen and sprained his leg, and Axel was the one to come check on him and take care of him until he could walk again, meaning that Roxas had given him a key to his apartment. Axel lived in an apartment not too far away, so if Roxas needed anything he could simply call Axel. Axel decided to let Roxas have a spare key to his place, and their friendship was going well. One day, it was Roxas's day off. He had been friends with Axel for about three months now, and Roxas trusted him.
Roxas woke up that morning, and walked into the kitchen, and noticed something on the kitchen table. It was Axel's pillow, though the rest of the stuff he'd used to spend the night last night was gone. Roxas decided to go take it to him. He put on some jeans, and a fresh t-shirt before grabbing the pillow and walking down the hall to Axel's place. He knocked, but nobody answered. He pulled out his key, heart pounding nervously. 'I've never been inside Axel's place... What if something happened to him? I have a bad feeling about this...' he thought as he unlocked the door.
He opened it, the apartment dark. He didn't hear anything, so he breathed a sigh of releif. 'So Axel isn't home...'
He carried the pillow into the house nervously. He walked down the hall, thoughts full of monsters and things until he realized he had passed the living room.
"It wouldn't hurt to put it on his bed..." Roxas murmured to himself quietly as he opened the door, hoping it was Axel's bedroom. As soon as he looked up, his jaw dropped, the pillow slipped from his fingers, his eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open in a silent scream as he stepped forward, unaware of what he was doing. He trembled in fear and rage as he saw the walls- pictures. Of Roxas. Plastered all over the walls. Roxas's legs felt weak as he saw pictures of himself sleeping, eating, and going about his day when Axel wasn't present... The whole time... Axel HAD been there, and Roxas was never aware. There was only one picture that Roxas was smiling for the camera, and it was all on its own spot on the wall- Roxas remembered it was the day they had gone with Demyx and Zexion to a theme park (childish, sure) but it was something they did to just have fun. Roxas felt faint. He trusted Axel, and... And... Axel had been stalking him! Some of these pictures dated back from when Axel had first transferred into the job- so this had been going on for quite some time. Roxas felt sick.
"So... Now you know," a voice said coldly from behind him. Roxas, white as a sheet, turned around to face the man he once thought was his friend... The man with the gun.

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(note: I might continue this one. I have an idea for in case I do, so let me know if you want some more of creepy Axel.)