Roxas's lips tingled unbearably and his heart pounded in his chest, battering his ribs. It was uncomfortable, a feeling he had never experienced with a doctor before, and he scrunched his nose up tight and tried to squash the fluttering butterflies that had taken flight in his stomach. It was useless. The stiff lips that refused to press against his own rejected him, and he didn't understand. He didn't dare open his eyes for fear that he would see disgust braced in Axel's jade irises, and he trembled to think that he had gone too far without knowing what he'd done. It didn't make sense. Yes, it wasn't natural, but the feeling of his doctor's lips, the way Axel didn't slam him down and shove back, the smell of deodorant and the hint of smoke, the calm hands that pulled away as if receiving a permanent low shock—it was too much.
I like this, Roxas thought, and he swallowed a disgusted whimper. What's wrong with me?
Regret pooled in Roxas's abdomen and he shrunk away. Axel hadn't kissed back.
He doesn't like me like the others…
Roxas dipped his head shamefully and refused to open his eyes. Still stood on the couch, his heart racing and his eyes hot with warm tears that he wouldn't let go, he gulped and waited.
Eventually, after what Roxas presumed was a bout of repulsed shock, Axel set his hands on the blond's shoulders—the touch gentle; not at all like the smack Roxas had been expecting.
"I think," Axel whispered, lifting Roxas's chin tenderly with his finger, "that we need to talk."
He guided his patient from the couch and sat him down upon it, rubbing the back of his head with his own thumping heart aching in his chest. The blond still wouldn't look at him, and Axel took the moment to cover his mouth with his hand, look away, and lick his lips for a moment to savour the sweet taste. Adrenaline pulsed through him, the heated blush lining Roxas's pale cheeks was intoxicating, and he had almost—almost—done something he would regret.
He's actually kind of… cute… Damn it! Stop! Bastard pervert, he's your patient! Do you want to get in trouble? He inhaled deeply and rubbed his heart, hating his own thoughts, his position, the madness he was quickly becoming a part of, the heat of his body and the rush in his veins. He cleared his throat before he began to think too much, and quickly sank to his knees in front of the quiet blond.
"Roxas, why did you do that?"
"You… you asked me to show you…" He rubbed at his left eye with frustration, hating the twitch. "I showed you."
"Okay, calm down." He moved Roxas's arm from his face, raising the blond's head to look at him. He needed to be careful; he could deal with the memory later, but he needed to sort the present now. "Roxas, do you know what a kiss means?"
"It's a good thing." He grabbed the couch fabric. "Not natural, but good. It feels good."
"Did it feel good for you?"
"I… I don't know." Yes.
"Okay, that's alright. We're going to have a serious talk now, okay? I need you to listen. Roxas, a kiss is not unnatural. It's okay to kiss people you like—"
"That's not true!"
"Yes, it is. Please listen to me. Kisses are okay in some situations. If you like someone, and they like you, that's okay." He made sure he didn't touch the blond in any way, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "It's okay for it to be like that, but there are some times when a kiss is not appropriate. Do you now when that is?"
"With two g-guys?"
This is going to take a while. Axel took a step back and sat on the coffee table. "No. It's okay for two men to like each other and kiss—"
"No!" Roxas slapped his hands down over his ears. "You're lyin'!"
"No, Roxas, listen," Axel pulled the boy's hands to him and held them tight. "It's okay. If you like boys, then that's okay. I promise you." He smiled comfortingly. "It's alright."
"But… B-but…" He shivered. "Granddad said… H-he said—"
"What your grandfather meant was that it's not okay for family to kiss each other on the lips. Cheeks and hands are fine, but intimate kisses, like how you kissed me, are for lovers only. Do you understand?"
"I-I think so."
"So when you and your grandfather kissed, it was unnatural. Do you think that's where you're confused?"
"B-but…" Roxas swallowed and his eye twitched, though none of the alters came up. "There were… were…"
"Were…?"
"Things. Things we did. I don't want to talk—"
"What things?"
"I don't—"
"What things, Roxas?"
"No!" His left eye twitched and he yanked his hands from Axel, rubbing his eye until it became sore and irritated. "Fucking twitch! I hate it! I hate it! It's his fault! Never leaving me alone, following me, h-hurting me. I can't do it! I can't stand it!"
"Roxas—"
"No! Fucking thoughts in my head and I can't get 'em out so they explode and burst and scream in my ear until I can't sleep and I feel like I'm actually going insane! Same four walls, same voices, same faces, same things—I can't cope! I'm in a cage and they keep coming and people never leave me alone! He was done with me, he tried to k-kill me, but I came here and now you've locked me away!" He leapt forward, knocked Axel over the back of the table, and grabbed the redhead's coat, squeezing fistfuls and trembling, his tears streaming down his cheeks and landing warmly on Axel's chin. "You'll never understand! Stop trying and let me go!"
"I can't do that, Roxas. I can't stop trying."
"Why?!" Roxas's eye twitched and he hid it, covering his face completely and sitting on Axel's belly. "God damn-it!"
Axel sat up halfway and removed the blond's hand from his eye. Roxas protested with another curse, but Axel was happy to see that he hadn't switched to Vanitas and his heart leapt to think that perhaps progress had been made, especially with the information he had been told. Holding both of Roxas's hands in one of his own, he gently reached up.
Roxas yanked back, but Axel merely mumbled a soothing word and pressed gently beneath his patient's twitching eye. He pressed very lightly, rotated his thumb in a circular, clockwise motion, and moved around the eye affectionately. The twitch lessened into a few spasms and Roxas closed both eyes, no longer struggling as the soothing touches eased the pain and brought calm to his world.
"Roxas, I know you've had a hard time," Axel whispered, moving to the top of the eyelid and lovingly stroking the ridge. "But I'm here to help. I can make this go away if you'll let me. See?"
He pulled his hand away and smiled. For a moment, Roxas checked his eye disbelievingly and returned the smile. It had stopped twitching. He looked down at Axel's chest and gulped, suddenly conscious of being sat atop his doctor and feeling embarrassed by his outburst. "Crap. I'll get off."
"It's okay," Axel said, surprising both of them. "If you're comfy, it's alright."
"Y-yeah?"
"Yes."
Unsure of what to do—of how to think, how to feel, and how to behave—Roxas lowered his own chest to Axel's and rested on him, his heartbeat falling in synch alongside the redhead's and leaving them both conscious of the heat of each other's bodies. There was a comfortable moment where Roxas kneaded Axel's shirt and the doctor, in return, stroked the back of the blond's head, both laid behind the overturned coffee table and not knowing what to say. Eventually, Roxas found some words.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Always," Axel whispered, enjoying the light weight on his torso and still winding his fingers back through the golden hair.
"You said it's okay for boys to kiss, right? Just not family. So… why didn't you kiss back? Don't you like me?"
"Huh? No, Roxas, it isn't like that—"
"Did I do something wrong? The others tell me I'm a good kisser."
"The others?" Axel chewed his tongue and looked up at the ceiling. "Roxas, I do like you. You're my friend. But you have to understand that there are different types of love. There's family love—"
"Which kiss on the hand and cheek, right?"
"Right. Then there's friend love; friends can have a relationship without expecting anything intimate in return. We have fun, hang out, talk, play games, and enjoy each other's company without anything sexual. Also, because I'm your doctor, I'm not allowed to do anything sexual or intimate because it's inappropriate. That means that it's not fair to you because I should be helping you, not taking advantage of you. Do you understand?"
"But you weren't taking advantage of me. I took advantage of you."
Axel smiled. "That's just the way the dice falls sometimes."
"Will you get in trouble?"
"I don't think so. Hope not, anyway. My boss is a bit of a dick."
Roxas cuddled closer. "I don't want to get you in trouble. I'm sorry for kissing you."
"It's okay." I think I liked it.
"So, are there any others kinds of kisses? I don't want to make another mistake."
Axel didn't like being called a mistake—it hurt—but he didn't tell the blond because he was afraid he would confuse him. "There's only one other type of love that I can think of, really, and that's lovers. Lovers are expected to be sexual and intimate, because that means that they've found someone special in the world; someone who completes them and makes their soul feel whole. It's generally accepted that when you're in a relationship you can only have one lover, and you progress at a pace that's comfortable for both of you."
"That's not right," Roxas mumbled, picking at a button on Axel's coat.
"Oh? How so?"
"Well, I think…" He blushed and hid his face. "I have lots of lovers. I do what they want, but it's not always comfortable. It hurts when they…"
He stopped, his lips froze, and he felt Axel's stare on the top of his head.
"When they what, Roxas?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"What do they do? What hurts you?"
"I really don't want to talk about it. You can't make me."
"Roxas—"
"Doctor Flint, this is Doctor Zexion. Please report to the main office immediately. Our boss would like to speak with you."
Axel glared at the radio in his pocket, but a sudden thought hit him and he smirked. Pulling the device free, he held it to his lips and spoke:
"Doctor Zexion, may I have a word?"
"Can it not wait?"
"I'm afraid not." He looked down and saw Roxas's horrified stare, as if the blond thought he was going to divulge everything he had been told in confidence to his cold supervisor over a radio network. "Do you remember the trip I organised for P13?"
"Trip?" Roxas jumped up and braced himself on Axel's chest like a puppy excited to go for a walk. He beamed, his smile larger than Axel had ever seen it, and if he had been a puppy Axel knew the blond's tail would be wagging incredibly fast. "Where to? When? For how long?"
"You were incredibly persistent, Doctor Flint, how am I supposed to forget?"
Axel's smirk widened evilly. "Cancel it."
"What?!" Roxas made to snatch the radio, but Axel held it out of his reach. "No! No, I wanna go!"
"You sound three years old," Axel laughed, but it quickly died at the blond's heart-crushed look; the cheeks became redder, the eyes filled with tears, the face scrunched up, and Axel felt incredibly awful, but he had a plan.
"Doctor Flint, are you sure?" Zexion asked.
"Roxas, I'm going to be mean, but it's for your own good. You tell me what happens with these others and I promise we'll go on this trip. You have to tell me the truth, though. If not…"
"I can't," Roxas snapped, his tears forgotten as he glared at the redhead. "They'll hurt me for telling."
"I'll protect you. Trust me."
"Doctor Flint, answer me."
Roxas chewed his lip and clenched his fists, really struggling with himself. Axel sighed.
"Yes, I'm here, Zexion," he said, and he was almost ready to cancel it, when—
"Okay! Okay, I'll tell," Roxas gasped, his hand over Axel's mouth to stop him. He snatched the radio and jumped away, sprinting to the other side of the room before Axel could catch him.
"Zexion?"
"P13?" Zexion was astounded. "Where is Doctor Flint? Why do you have his—"
"There are three men that come to my room." His knees wobbled and he could hardly breathe, his heart beating so fast he was scared it would burst.
Zexion groaned and Axel stood motionless on the other side of the room, watching the blond become a physical wreck at his confession. "P13, for the last time, you are safe. These others don't exist. They—"
"You never believe me!" Roxas yelled, half-tempted to throw the radio, but one sight of Axel and he held it tight, desperate to go on the trip and escape the torment of his cage. "Their… Their names are Xaldin Tetru, Saix Kekuro, and Xe… Xemnas Goddard."
"How… How do you know those names?"
"I told you, they come visit me! Every Friday, like clockwork—"
"Roxas, I fear you have perhaps overheard Axel mentioning some of the other patients in this facility. There is no way any patient could come see you."
It was a lie—Axel knew it. He had never heard of Xemnas, never met Saix, and Xaldin himself had confessed a few days prior. Roxas leaned against the wall, shook his head, twitched, and slid down it.
"Vaffanculo, Zexion! Bastardo!"
Ventus chucked the radio across the room and it shattered into small black pieces. Axel ignored it and knelt in front of the blond, but when he reached out to try and touch him his hand was smacked away.
"Non cazzo toccare me! Bastardo medico!"
Axel cursed Zexion mentally. The blond had been doing so well witholding Vanitas, but within a few short, sharp words Ventus had been dragged forth and all of the sympathy and emotion left the blond's eyes. Ventus shoved Axel away when he tried to touch him again, and he stood tall, pointing down on the redhead accusingly.
"Voi sono andata a ottenere male. Marchio miei parole. Gilipollas."
Without another word, Ventus stepped over Axel and ran to his room.
It was half eight and Axel was sat at his desk with his feet up and his lamp on. The other doctors were beginning to leave, Namine had replaced his radio again, and he had seen his boss (who had been less than thrilled). He had been given a warning for his behaviour regarding Xaldin and been told to watch his mouth around his superiors; Xehanort was coming back in a fortnight to check Roxas again himself, and he was bringing a doctor with him. It had been useless arguing the case, and no matter how much Axel mentioned the three Roxas had pinpointed, Xehanort would not hear of it, though Zexion seemed less and less confident by the minute. In the end, judgement had been passed regarding the use of sedatives; they would not be used unless P13 became impossible and needed to be calmed immediately. Axel saw it as a small victory.
Gathering his courage, he closed the file and stood, wanting to see Roxas before he went home. He had written down all the blond had said in his personal journal, but he had sworn that he would never leave it in the office—he believed the blond's confession about the people wandering his floor.
He knocked twice on Roxas's door, unlocked it, and pushed it open. It groaned and squealed as he poked his head around the corner.
The blond was sat on the chair Axel normally took and he craned his neck back to look at the redhead, sniffling quietly with slumped shoulders and dim eyes. "Axel?"
Axel closed the door quietly. "Hello, Sora."
"Hi."
"Are you okay?"
"They didn't believe us. I said they wouldn't, but…" He shook his head. "We're such wusses. Sat here crying. You must think that's all we do, huh?"
"I don't think that. It's good to cry sometimes."
"Don't let Vanitas hear you say that," Sora mumbled. He turned around and knelt on the chair eagerly. "So can we still go? On the trip, I mean."
Axel pushed his hands into his pockets. "You really want to go?"
"More than anything."
Axel nodded, said nothing, and walked calmly into the room. His soft steps were the only sound other than the ticking clock and the short puffs of breath leaving the blond's slightly parted lips, and Axel sat on the arm of the couch. Sora watched him, still on his knees, but Axel wasn't looking at him anymore. Instead, a small sketchbook that was half-stashed beneath the cushion stole his attention, and he reached out to touch it.
"Don't." Sora jumped up, grabbed the book from the cushion, and held the dog-eared treasure tight to his chest. His arms wrapped around it and he stood opposite the coffee table, holding it to his chest as if he could somehow merge it with his heart. "It's private," he whispered.
Lowering his hand, Axel nodded and stayed still, opting to keep calm and quiet so that Roxas would perhaps take control from the alter and explain his reasoning. However, Sora remained in control, and as he ran a hand along the old binder of the worn book he bit his bottom lip and avoided Axel's stare.
"Please let us go out… We played the game." He cuddled the book and hissed inwards through his teeth at a particularly hard twitch that left him tense. "He might say yes… You're so negative…" He twitched again, breathed deep, and stepped back. "No!"
"Sora, what's wrong?"
Blue eyes began to water and Sora sat on the floor with his legs crossed. "Do I have to beg?"
"Beg?" Axel slunk from the couch and sat on the floor in front of the blond. "Why would you have to beg?"
Sora shrugged. "Sometimes… Sometimes…" He twitched violently and grabbed the side of his head, the book falling from his arms with a loud thud. "Stop it, Vanitas! Just stop it!"
"Roxas, look at me—"
"My name's not Roxas, it's Sora!"
"Roxas, look at me." Axel bum-shuffled closer and pressed his palms to the blond's cheeks. "Why would you have to beg—"
"Please, don't call me Roxas," Sora hiccupped, wincing at the twitch in his eye. "I'm Sora."
"No, you're not. Let me help you, Roxas. I'm your friend."
"Please…" Sora covered his eye and shrunk away, his hand on the sketchpad. "Make it go away."
Axel frowned, his head precariously tilted to a side. "The twitch?"
"You did it before… I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't ask—"
"It's okay." Axel reached forward and gently took the blond's hand, moving the palm away so he could see the closed eye.
He pressed his fingers lightly underneath and repeated his actions as before until the tension vanished from the blond's shoulders as well as his face. Sora slowly relaxed, a final spasm twitched under Axel's thumb, and the blond's shoulders slumped inwards.
"Feel better, Rox?"
"Yeah…" Roxas closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into the hand that rubbed tenderly over his cheek. "Thank you."
Axel smiled, the moment passed, and Roxas frowned curiously when the long fingers continued to caress his cheek. He looked up, felt the heat race up his neck to his face, and quickly stared at his feet with a lump in his throat.
"Roxas, why would you have to beg?"
"H-huh?"
"Sora said you have to beg."
Roxas rubbed the back of his head and shuffled away, no longer feeling comfortable being touched. Tracing a thumb down the spine of his book, he chewed his lower lip and picked it up incredibly carefully. He straightened out the bent corner and his voice became a frightened whisper.
"Nobody's seen this book. I… I always hide it, so the other doctors didn't know. If I…" He cuddled it tight to his chest one last time. "If I give it to you, can I go outside?"
"This means that much to you?" Axel held his hands out and stroked the edge of the sketchbook. "What's inside?"
"Answers."
"To what?"
"Questions," Roxas smirked.
"Smartass," Axel laughed, tugging on the book and feeling intrigued when Roxas reluctantly let go.
"So I can go…?"
"I talked to Zexion," Axel mumbled, turning the black book over in his hands. "We're going out next month for one week."
"We are? Really?" Roxas grinned and leapt forward, latching his arms around Axel's neck and squeezing so tight that the redhead fell back out of sheer shock. Laughing, Axel rubbed up the blond's back, but the t-shirt rode up and his hand connected with the smooth, creamy skin of Roxas's lower back.
Both froze. Roxas squirmed for a moment, his breath hot on the corner of Axel's neck, but he soon settled and nuzzled closer to the warm chest. His heartbeat thrummed in sync with Axel's, the sketchbook lay forgotten beside them, and when the strong hand settled against Roxas's lower back a series of unexplainable tingles emerged with every brushing fingertip.
"Thank you," Roxas whispered.
"You're welcome, Rox."
Roxas smiled and leaned back a little bit, his hands loosely looped around strong shoulders, and he pressed his lips faintly to Axel's left cheek in a soft kiss that left the doctor paralysed with a thumping heart. Unable to pull away, Axel held the younger male close and closed his eyes until the seconds slipped by and the kiss ended with a soft sound and Roxas running his thumb lightly over the pink tint.
The blond smiled, kissed his doctor again, and stood. "Can I have my book back tomorrow? It's important to me."
Unable to speak, Axel nodded with a goofy smile.
"Thanks." Roxas yawned cutely and waved. "Night, then."
He stretched his arms up as he left, his jeans loose over one hip and his top ruffled and untucked. Axel watched him go until the bedroom door closed and he was alone in the living room.
Picking up the sketchbook, he held it under his arm with the rest of his notes and left quickly, yawning behind his hand himself. The lift seemed to take longer than usual to ascend and the hairs on the back of his neck rose steadily until he had to smooth them down himself.
Walking through the double doors to the reception, he was alarmed to see Zexion buttoning up his trench coat and wrapping a long beige scarf around his neck and shoulders. Axel's feet echoed as he walked, and Zexion turned a raised eyebrow on him.
"Doctor Flint."
"Zexion." Axel nodded respectfully and walked with the man to the exit. "I think this is the first time I've seen you leave. I was beginning to think you lived here."
Zexion bowed his chin to his chest and raised the scarf to his lower lip. "I have a home, Doctor Flint."
"Mm. So who's staying here? I doubt you'd leave this place with nobody here."
"Doctor Luxord and Doctor Xigbar are taking shifts tonight."
"Xigbar?" Axel stopped in his tracks.
"Yes. Is that a problem, Doctor Flint?"
"Why him? Why not someone else?"
Zexion stopped at the backdoor, his hand on the scanner. "Doctor Flint, Doctor Xigbar has been my colleague for six years. He is more than capable of handling the nightshift alone, so I am sure he and Doctor Luxord can manage. You may put your concern to rest."
The hairs on the back of Axel's neck rose again. "I'll do it. I'll stay."
"To what cause? Axel, believe it or not, P13 is safe. You are becoming too attached to this file; it is the patient that is supposed to build emotional bonds, not the doctor. You are young, you have a life—go live it. Do not wither in this dark place."
"And what about Roxas? Should he stay here and 'wither'."
"P13 is safe. Now go home, get some rest, and please try to compose yourself before tomorrow. I fear your workload is getting to you."
"I'm fine," he growled, but followed Zexion out into the cold night all the same.
The back door opened up onto the car park and Axel quickly saw his little car (seeing as there was only four other cars in the parking lot). The night was dark, but he could still hear the heavy London traffic and see through the dim glow of artificial streetlights. Beside him, Zexion huffed, his breath frosting.
"Until tomorrow, Doctor Flint," he mumbled, covered his lips with the scarf, and left.
Axel stayed still.
Something feels wrong…
He looked back at the facility and waited, as if expecting something to happen, but as Zexion's car pulled away and he was left alone in the dark, nothing came of his expectations. Shivering, he tucked the files and sketchbook under his arm and headed to his car, texting Demyx to let him know he was coming home.
Roxas was cold, so he cuddled further under the blankets. The artificial light flickered on because of the motion sensors and he cursed, yanking his quilt over his head and hugging his pillow with a small smile.
I'm actually going to go outside. Properly out! I can't wait! I wonder where it is…
The alters slept in the back of his mind, though it was faint, and he wished that they would stay awake with him. He couldn't sleep because he was too excited, even though it was a month until he'd be leaving the organisation for a holiday, but still, he wished they would stay up and talk to him. They had fallen asleep as soon as Axel had massaged the twitch from his eye—even Vanitas—and Roxas was a little upset at how easy they had left him.
Cuddling further down with a particularly heavy yawn, he rolled over to face the wall, but frowned when he heard the sly k-chink of the key in the lock.
His door squeaked open and he wondered if Axel had perhaps forgotten something like before. Stretching his arms down, then up, he rolled the covers back with a smile.
"Hey, Axel, did you forget…"
His voice ended in a horrified squeak and he snatched the covers up to his chest, his heart collapsing inwards as three vicious pairs of eyes stared at him in fascination. Shaking his head, his mouth dry, his body trembling and head hurting, unable to think clearly enough to grab hold of Vanitas and feeling absolutely terrified, he slunk against the back wall.
"N-no… No, it's not Friday!"
"Oh, we know." The man in the middle stepped forward and undid his belt, tightening the black leather around his knuckles. "We heard you've been telling tales, Little Bird. Tut tut tut," he sneered, his amber eyes bloody beneath the dull lighting.
Roxas glared and sat up a little straighter, trying to seem brave. "Fuck you, Xemnas! Get out of here!"
Xemnas chuckled, brushing aside his silver hair with thin fingers. "So rude. We'll have to teach you some manners. Saix."
The blue-haired male with the scarred face took the belt from Xemnas and pinned the blond in. "Sit still, brat."
"I said fuck you! Get off me, you bastard! H-hey! Hey, stop! No, don't touch—no, please, let go! Please—"
"I love it when you beg," Xemnas smirked, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding his zipper down. "My turn first, boys. Keep it still."
Author's Notes:
God, I hate myself for that cliff-hanger -_-' Of course, there's nothing to say that this will happen... There are two doctors on night shift, Roxas is pretty feisty, and Axel could be outside. (So please don't hate me!)
Ah, reviews, all writers scoff them because they're so yummy, so thank you all so much for your fantastic support! :D Please don't forget to review because then I can upload faster!
Oh! Almost forgot; Ventus's translations:
Vaffanculo, Zexion! Bastardo! = Fuck you, Zexion! Bastard! (Italian)
Non cazzo toccare me! Bastardo medico = Do not fucking touch me! Bastard doctor (Italian)
Voi sono andata a ottenere male. Marchio miei parole = You are going to get hurt. Mark my words. (Italian)
Gilipollas = Douchebag (Spanish)
Guest - Aw, thank you so much! You made me blush by recognising me as the author :) I'm so happy that you're excited, too. Unfortunately, this is still only the tip of the iceberg for Roxas and his three alters, and there is an interesting twist coming up after the next few chapters. Xaldin just seems to fit the part to me, which is a shame, because I love him so much; he's a fantastic character! I'm so glad that this story has pulled you in, and to know that you're a reader of My Neko 1&2 is brilliant! I hope to hear from you again!
Aiden (guest) - I'm so happy you're enjoying it! Exactly, those cameras are not a good sign for Axel when they get reviewed, unless something happens to change the footage ;) Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like the characters and I hope you continue to enjoy! :D
mitzi-hindle - Haha, I always enjoy messing with my readers and what they think ;) I hope you enjoyed this, though I wish Axel could have enjoyed the kiss more openly, I think him secretly liking it is what would have happened realistically. But yes, it seems like Roxas's granddad was not the nicest of men, eh? Poor Roxy :/ I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
GuestySansTestie - I'm glad you like this story :) At the moment both Saving Grace and My Neko are going through the editing process - none of the content is being removed, I'm just sprucing it up a little :) I have up to chapter three edited for Saving Grace, as soon as I edit all the chapters I will upload and get started on the next chapter! Sorry for the wait :(
