M: Mailman

Everyday, he would deliver the mail, stare at the house, and continue on with his day. Some days, he would be delivering a package, sometimes it was just mail, and sometimes, he wouldn't have anything to deliver at all; but each and every day, the mail man would always pass by, and stare at her house; including the weekends. And every time he would walk by, he would always watch him. He knew that her house held some sentimental value to him, but he never did anything about him. He would just watch as the mailman would either deliver her mail, or not and just watched as he stared and walked away with a blank expression on his face.

Roxas Hart sighed in frustration as he tried to finish typing his story for his town's local newspaper, The Ringer. There had been a car accident just up the road from his house two nights ago. Now that he had all of his facts, the names, times, and suspects, all he had to do was create the story and turn it into his boss before tomorrow, and he would be just fine; if only he knew where to begin. Just as Roxas was about to smash the keyboard into the monitor, the watch on his wrist began to beep, signaling the mail had arrived. Grateful for the distraction, Roxas left his room on the upper level and walked down the stairs, and straight to his front door.

'Today,' he thought, 'today will be the day I will open the door when he gets here. Today, after almost one year, I will do something about him.' And sure enough, when he peeked through the small window on his front door, he saw him. He watched as he put his mail in the mailbox and began to stare at the house. Just as he was about to turn around to go to the next house, Roxas pulled the door open and started walking in the direction of the mailman.

"Hey, you, Mr. Mailman," Roxas exclaimed as he tried to get his attention. He turned and gaped at Roxas. It had been a little over eleven months since he started doing this; eleven months since Axel Sinclair was evicted out of his childhood home. Axel was scared that the boy would despise him for staring at his house, since it wasn't his anymore, and he began to pick up his pace.

"Hey, where are you going? I just want to ask you something," Roxas huffed in annoyance. Axel heard this exclaim and spun around again. He waited for Roxas to catch up with him, not even bothering to move a single muscle toward the petit, yet adorable blonde. Roxas had to be at least five foot three inches and had beautiful, spiky honey- dipped hair. He had the most beautiful shade of cobalt, electric blue eyes and Axel harsh gaze of loathe turned into one akin to adoration.

Roxas had caught up to Axel and they stared into each others' eyes for what felt like hours. Axel began to feel uncomfortable under Roxas' gaze and cleared his throat. Roxas blushed when he realized that he had been staring, but it wasn't his fault; the guy was incredibly gorgeous. Shoulder- length, spiked- back, crimson blonde hair, that reminded him of a hedgehog, complemented his amazing neon, emerald, eyes; Roxas was sure he had never seen that shade of green in his life. He seemed to be about a foot taller than that of Roxas and with his medium- build so he wasn't too beefy, but it wasn't over- kill, Roxas could have sworn he almost started drooling.

"So you wanted to ask me something?" Axel watched in amusement, this boy was really too cute and Axel was adoring the fact that he could make him blush.

"Yea, umm, so who are you?" Roxas thought that was the best question to start with. He wanted to know who the man was who would always stare at his house everyday; and besides, who wouldn't want to know him?

"I will answer your question, but in return, you have to answer one of mine; a question for a question. Seems fair right?" Roxas nodded his head as a 'yes'. "Alright, I will tell you then. My name is Axel Sinclair, I am 23 years of age, and I am your local mailman. Now it is my turn to answer a question. Who are you?"

"Well, now I can put a name to a face and a face to a name." Roxas giggled. "My name is Roxas Hart, I am also 23 years of age, and I am a writer for The Ringer."

"The Ringer, that is impressive, Roxas," Axel responded. He immediately love the name Roxas and thought it fit the journalist quite nicely. "Now it is your turn to ask me another question."

Roxas thought for a moment, but then thought of the perfect question, but he hoped it didn't scare him off.

"Alright, why do you stare at my house every day?" A moment of silence passed and Roxas was nervous he had asked a question that Axel didn't want to answer.

"I guess the only easiest way to say this is to tell you that the house you are living in now and for the past eleven months was my childhood home, meaning I grew up here. I'm sorry if I have ever made you feel uncomfortable in any way, it's just basically a mourning period I think." Axel sighed as he remembered everything that had happened in that house. He had a loving family; one where the father and mother both protected and loved their children. Axel felt so fortunate from having them, so he gave his parents tickets to go travel the world; a lifelong wish that both of them had but put on hold for Axel and his older sister, Marianna.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Axel, I didn't know that it was your house, I didn't even know you until a few minutes ago. But now that I do know you, I feel really bad about it." Roxas looked to Axel dejectedly, feeling terrible that he had taken his house away from him.

"Oh, don't worry Roxas, I was evicted anyway. Mother and father went away to travel the world and forgot to send money to help me pay for the bills. It's fine though, it would be way more depressing to wake up and know that I'm all alone and no one would be home until my sister, Marianna, would visit for Christmas. Think of it as a favor you have just done me."

"Would you like to come over on Friday? I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, but you shouldn't have to leave your childhood home completely behind right?" Roxas stuttered and blushed at the proposition. He didn't want to seem to forward but he like Axel and he felt bad for buying his house away.

Axel smiled at Roxas' cuteness, how was he supposed to deny him? With his blushing and stuttering, Axel found it absolutely adorable.

"Sure, I would like that." Axel smiled and Roxas beamed back. After that, they had exchanged phone numbers and carried on what they were doing before they had met each other; Axel delivering mail and Roxas finishing his news article.

Soon after a few months had passed, Axel and Roxas had become great friends. Every other Friday following, Axel had made it tradition to show up at his childhood house and eating dinner with Roxas. Roxas would meet up with Axel every day when he came to deliver mail, and give him something, mostly cookies or a piece of cake. Axel would sigh sarcastically and dramatically and make some joke about Roxas making him fat. They would laugh and make plans to meet on Friday, what movies to watch and what food to make.

Two years had gone by and Roxas had met both of Axel's parents. Having come home for Christmas to find Axel had been evicted made them furious, but they were glad to know that Roxas had moved and Axel still practically lived there. Roxas had also met Marianna and the two got along perfectly. Axel was ecstatic to know that Roxas got along everyone so well, it made asking his for his hand in marriage easier. Axel and Roxas had a home wedding, in the backyard of Axel's childhood home. Together, they had adopted three children, two girls and one boy; JoAnna, Roxel, and Demyx. Axel and Roxas together, had both lived a very fulfilling life and Axel didn't have to be a mailman anymore when Demyx, their youngest, turned eighteen and won one million dollars on his first scratch off. Demyx split the money with everyone, meaning Axel and Roxas could go into an early retirement; but they never moved away.

Roxas sighed contentedly as he looked up at the man he loved and thought, 'this all began because he was that one strange mailman.'