So, this piece is pretty much proof that KenVI should not be trusted enough to write Axel because she just makes him sound too smart. (KenVI- PS…sorry he sounds so smart, especially in the beginning.) Either way, we're not going to make excuses about how we have been super busy and couldn't write. Truth be told, we don't have marching band, ballet, or camp right now, we are just lazy. However, we are going to have out of town band camp for the next 3 weeks, so that might slow us down and then were going to visit family in Nice and Toulouse for a little while. Please don't kill us?

But seriously...it's been too long...

I never thought that it would be quite so awkward sitting in the same room as your boyfriend; Sitting on the Futon in your own bedroom that you had slept on together just that night while he sits across from you on your bed. It wasn't that it just felt wrong, but it was wrong. Rather, something was wrong.

"I just…want an explanation. Please?" I asked wearily. In honesty I was. I was weak and sick of trying to put all of the pieces together. All of the pieces that seemingly had nothing to do with each other. He nodded his head up from the floor and his bright blue eyes came to meet my own. That same look that was always on his face was just as present as it always was.

"Why should it even matter to you?" He asked. This wasn't an angry sort of accusation, more of a tired, broken down phrase in an old book that my Dad would read. It was pathetic and it angered me.

"Why should it matter?" It was almost as if my words stung my mouth as they left it. I knew they would hurt him in the end, yet I continued to shout them at an alarming rate. "Do you not understand that I love you! That I hardly ever see you smile like a mad person or hear you laugh and yet you continue to lie and tell me that there is nothing wrong. Do you just not care about me as much as I do you? Feel free to tell me if what I am saying is indeed the truth!"

"Axel I don't hate you!"

"But you don't love me either, do you?" Accusatory. That is what my words were turning into; Horrible phrases that would strike anyone in the heart. Pounding started in my head and ran through my body as I began losing control on my already loose temper. I felt my face twitch in anticipation and my eyes beginning to bulge out of their sockets. Then it hit me. I was crying. With all of the crying that I encouraged Roxas to do, i hardly did any of my own as of recently. Crying just wasn't my thing.

Maybe it was just my crazy ass mental break, but I swear I felt someone's forehead on my own. I swear I felt their own tears flowing into my own, as clichéd as they may sound. Their breathing connected to mine and brought us both to a calm, shaky whisper of sorts that no one besides us could understand. The person's wet lips laid a sweet, tender kiss on the bridge of my nose as they pulled away. I looked up to see the small face of my boyfriend. Of Roxas. Of the only person that mattered at that moment.

"You know, it sometimes feels like there is some puppet master behind the scenes of this, changing the script every time something good comes our way." The only thing I got was a blink of his too blue eyes, still releasing small amounts of tears. "And the pieces of your puzzle that I keep turning over all seem to be from different puzzles. Like someone is purposefully switching things just to make them harder. Do you feel this too?" I asked him. His response was not what I was expecting. It started with a simple bite of his lip and a crack of his knuckles.

"Axel…Did you ever stop to think that maybe…maybe that is exactly what is going on?" I saw it then; the flash in his eyes that I first saw the day that I met him. It was that look that wasn't quite sadness and not quite fear either. I knew what that emotion was. It was hope. I sat looking at him, dumbfounded for a second before he squeaked more lost for cause words past his lips. "Did you ever realize that maybe I do love you even more than you could ever imagine but that if I were to say it out loud I would never get to see you again? You know it is never that simple right? That love is never what we want nor need it to be, but what we fear it being?" I realized then that he was right. Telling him that I loved him meant nothing if I couldn't prove it. That maybe he really did love me but he realized that even love couldn't fix everything that was against us. Maybe he never answered that original question directly, but he was answering it now. His explanation was this; Freedom means nothing to those who don't have it. Who had their grasp on his freedom, who had caged him up like a bird, I didn't know. How they had gotten such a tight hold on him, I was even more lost for a reason to that.

I reached through the short distance between us and pulled him into my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist and my hands grasping at his chest. I could sense another piece of the endless puzzle falling into my lap then. This puzzle piece more helpful than any of the others had ever been. This piece told me that not only did he look small compared to me, but he was near breakable in the hands of even a child. That my Roxas was no ordinary boy. Something inside him was sick.

I awoke to the sound of what was probably the most annoying alarm clock I had ever heard. The beeping was going to give me a migraine if it didn't fucking go away. Timing, I though as the beeping ceased. I felt the warm hands of Axel creep around my body and hugged me towards his too hot skin. I felt the calmness of the moment and took it into my heart with a deep breath, sucking up every bit of cinnamon scented air surrounding me. The red heads arms wrapped even tighter and for a moment, I was scared. I was scared that he would notice that maybe I was skinnier than I should be.

Those thoughts were stupid of course. They were stupid because I was no thinner than I had been the day before. I weighed exactly the same weight and had that same stupid fat weighing down my baby face.

I turned over and could immediately feel his breath on my face as my eyes made contact with his. He was so close that his eye lashes almost touched mine. The smile on his face was something strangely adorable that no one besides me would probably ever expect from him. It was cute and frankly, that was the reason I was so attached to it.

I pushed forward a little and kissed him lightly on the lips and pulled back, pausing for a moment. "Good morning." I whispered quietly. I try my hardest to smile but I know it probably looks fake.

"Good morning to you too." Axel says to me, kissing the very tip of my nose. I really do smile now, which seems to make him happy. "Do we haaave to go to school today?" He whines, which only makes him appear even more adorable, childish even. These are all words that i would never have thought of upon first meeting him. I give him an apologetic look, not really wanting to say too much, not really wanting to admit that yes, we DID have to go to school. The truth was all I really wanted to do was stay in Axel's bed, with his warm body next to me and his eyelashes tickling my cheek in a flirtatious manner. "Gah…just a little longer, okay?" I am about to respond, telling him that we really do need to get ready when he stops me short. I could feel his breath directly on me now as he kissed my lips in a way that seemed intent on the idea that we would be better off just not going to school.

I am starting to understand why Axel never had many boyfriends or girlfriends; he has horrible timing. That and the whole Xion thing that he told me about. I let these thoughts disappear just as quickly as they had come as I noticed his hunger beginning to grow; His kissing growing slightly more desperate. I gave into him, letting him run his hands through my hair in a rougher manner. Even then, I tried not to let him get the better of me, but I soon found myself wrapping my spindly arms around his long, pale neck. I wanted so badly to give in and I was teetering on the edge of sanity when I felt his grip starting to loosen and slid down to my chest. It was such a caring touch that I wasn't used to. It was a touch that didn't hurt and didn't make me want to cry. Granted, I didn't have many bruises at the moment; it still felt loving.

I could feel my skin beginning to heat and I wondered if this was really appropriate for 7:30 in the morning. The answer was no, and yet I really didn't seem to mind too much. I noticed Axel move so that his body was pressed even closer to my own and his bare skin was pressed as close to me as possible for a human body. He said something that I didn't quite understand as they were far too muffled by the sound of his breathing and my own. Even then though, I knew what he was saying. He had told me that I was beautiful. A man who looked like his body had been sculpted from marble, it probably had been, had just told ME that I was beautiful.

And then he stopped. I stopped. His door swung wide open and his father stuck his head inside. I felt my eyes grow wide and my jaw clench tighter. The air around us seemed to grow colder and I hurriedly rolled myself off of the far edge of the bed. I peeked around the corner and shot up when I saw the pointed, patent leather shoe of Vincent just below my eye level. I tilted my eyes up a little and he bent down to make my job easier. He gave me a stern look and raised an eyebrow till it disappeared under his hair.

"Really? No." With that, he stood back u straight and left the room in a very calm manner. I remained crouched on the floor for moment thinking about the fact that if that was my father, then we would be totally dead right now.

When I too finally rose to a standing position, I looked over to the bed where Axel still rested, his face buried in a pillow in his lap and his whole body shaking with laughter. He peaked just his eyes over the top of it. The laughter died out for a moment and then we both burst out again.

We both walked down the stairs that morning as if nothing had happen just an hour before. No romantic nonsense. Nothing of the sort. Not at all. It didn't happen…' I am a horrible liar, aren't I.' I thought to myself. Not that it could be helped.

We both sat down at the counter in the Kitchen, side by side, although I noticed Axel had to stretch his legs to the side in order to fit them anywhere within a reasonable distance of his body. My feet didn't even touch the floor…

When Vincent placed a plate of pancakes and, low and behold, the elusive bacon, in front of me, I let a subconscious scowl cross my face. I know it really isn't normal to go about making rude faces at you food, but it is very effective at resisting the urge to eat it. The smell, though, is what was really starting to wear of my senses. Cause, damn, it smelled good. But no. I couldn't…I wouldn't…

I noticed that Demyx had leaned into his elbow right underneath my down fallen face. "What?" He asked. "Do you not like it? Seriously, you can't be telling me that you don't like bacon. That is just…INHUMAN! You know?" I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him as Zexion sent a hand flying in his direction, letting it connect with the back of his head.

"N...no. I'm just not hungry is all. Really, it is much too early to be eating anyways." I barely managed to get through the sentence I was so worried that my voice was going to crack. Vincent seemed to sense that I was lying and sighed loudly enough that it caught the attention of all four of us.

"Roxas, you really do need to eat something. I don't want your father getting mad at me while you are here, and I surly don't think you want him mad either and I can assure you, not eating is not going to please him." I looked back at his eyes with my own and gave a weak, shy look that I hoped would shut him up on the matter for the time being. If Demyx caught on, I don't think I would care. I Zexion knew, which he undoubtedly did, I would actually be fine with it. But Axel understanding what was probably one of my greatest sources of weakness; that was completely different. I didn't want him to see me as ugly. I push my stool away and walked calmly away from the Kitchen, away from the scene I had probably caused amongst the household. Walking past the living room, I noticed Oerba sitting on the couch watching the news and I felt her eyes scan me as I grabbed my bag and left the house.

3rd POV

I let my arm outstretch itself as Roxas stormed out of the room.

It felt terrible; watching him fall apart like he was, watching without being able to say anything because he didn't want to me to know anything in the first place. Roxas was the type to turn their back on the people that cared about them; I was starting to understand that about now. But why? Why didn't he trust people like Demyx could? Like Namine and Kairi and all of those other wonderful people that there were. Who was it that had broken his trust in this world? And why did they do it…?

I shot my head in my father's direction and gave him a no shit face. "Dad, what the fuck was that for. You didn't have to make him so upset." I got the feeling that I was blaming this entirely on the wrong person, but frankly, I needed SOMEONE to blame it on. I watched as he, calmly as Roxas had left, grabbed his plates, covered them, and put them back on the counter.

"Really, Axel? I only stated a fact. He needed to eat and I made that clear to him. He chose to ignore my advice and instead, left for school. It is a simple matter that no one but Roxas has control over." He said. I will admit, I was less than thrilled with this response, but it was true. I couldn't be blaming him for something he can't control. Granted, I was getting a small hint that there was an over whelming amount of truth in the statement he had said. I rolled my eyes and put a face on, one that looked much like the one Roxas had when he had laid eyes on his breakfast.

So. Much. Truth… But what was it hiding behind?

Hahaha! (Ima Laughs evily while KenVI stares awkwardly.)

Ima: It is DONE!

KenVI: Ya...after 2 months of typing a sentence and then stopping.

This is what we acomplish when we BOTH have brain farts/writers block. But whatever, it is done and that is all that matters. We hoped you enjoyed it, and please, please, REVIEW! Constructive criticism, loving words, random words, we dont care! Unless it is not nice words...we dont like that... AT ALL!