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Track Season
Can I Talk?
Roxas got home after track and took out his homework, although he didn't start working. Instead he sat down on the couch and dragged his cell out of his pocket, dialing Axel's number. Something about Axel's proposal seemed…almost too good to be true. Axel had asked to…well,date him. But Roxas knew that Axel wasn't the kind of guy who stuck with one person for too long. Roxas sighed, absentmindedly listening to the rings of the phone. Axel seemed genuine, that much was true. But would he stay that way? Roxas had no idea.
"Rox!" Axel exclaimed, breaking into the blond-haired teen's thoughts.
"Oh, hey Axel," Roxas said nonchalantly.
"Sooo…what's up?"
"Um…not much…Actually, I take that back. Do you know anything about why Sora wasn't at our practice today?" Roxas asked, remembering his best friend's strange disappearance.
"Roxas, I didn't do anything to Sora, if that's what you mean—and none of my friend's did either. Riku was missing from school today, and wouldn't answer his cell though…" Axel responded thoughtfully.
"Sora isn't answering his either."
"I'm sure they're fine. Hell, they're probably together. I'll keep an eye out for either one of them, if that would make you feel any better," Axel suggested. Roxas couldn't help but smile.
"Am I talking to the right Axel? Trying to make me feel better?" He teased. Axel snorted.
"Don't get used to it, Blondie. Hey, we should do something tonight." Roxas paused, and Axel read into the silence perfectly. "I promised I wouldn't let you get fucked on anything, okay? I plan to keep that promise."
"I—" Roxas started, only to be cut off.
"Listen, I'll meet you in half an hour at the Twilight Town docks. Does that work? I've got a place where we can go," Axel offered. Roxas took a deep breath.
"Fuck, Axel, don't make me regret this," He breathed after a pause. He could almost hear the smirk on Axel's face.
"You won't, Roxy, you won't." Roxas didn't know if that was a good thing…or a bad thing…
After a minute of consideration, Roxas got up from the couch and went to change. He put on a simple, skinny white t-shirt over a long-sleeved red shirt, messed up his hair a bit, and rummaged around for a tie somewhere on the floor of his room. When he found the one he was looking for he looped it through the belt loops on his jeans, tying it to hang to the side. Satisfied with his simple ensemble, Roxas checked to make sure he had his wallet and phone and then went back into the kitchen to write a note to Cloud.
Cloud, I'm out with Axel. Don't worry about me, I won't get into trouble.
Trust me,
Rox
Sighing at the note—'out with Axel' might not go over too well—Roxas left it in plain sight on the counter and slipped out of the house, locking the front door on his way out. He jogged the familiar and short distance to the docks, taking shortcuts through people's yards, and arrived at the ferry five minutes before it was scheduled to depart. He found Demyx sitting on a bench and went over to him.
"Hey Dem," Roxas greeted, sitting down next to his friend.
"Oh, Roxas!" Demyx said, smiling as he looked Roxas over. "Where are you headed?" The blond rolled his eyes.
"Twilight Town, duh."
"No, like, what are you doing there?" Demyx rephrased.
"Oh, I'm hanging with Axel for the night," Roxas said lightly, catching the momentarily concerned look on his friend's face.
"Oh?" Demyx asked, and Roxas raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "So…you're going out, then?" The shorter teen shrugged, noting that the ferry was chugging into the bay.
"Sort of. He asked me to go out with him last track meet and I figured I'd give him a chance." Demyx shrugged. "So…what are you going to do in Twilight?" Roxas asked, eager to steer the conversation away from himself.
"I'm going to the café near the docks to meet with the head of the drama club at Twilight Town High. Zexion's been talking to him about setting up a Twilight Town and Destiny High play up, or something. He should be there too," Demyx replied. Roxas raised his eyebrows. Is Demyx even in the drama club? Roxas wondered. Suddenly a thought came to him.
"School play, huh? Demyx, you need to work on your excuses," He teased with a smirk.
"What do you mean? That's what I'm doing! Rikku just called and asked me to fill in for her tonight," the older track runner explained, apparently confused. Roxas laughed.
"Everyone knows you like him, Dem. You should just buy him a bunch of flowers or something corny like that and ask him out," Roxas said flatly. "I heard a rumor that you were making out with him on the docks a while ago too, hmm?" Demyx shrugged, giving in.
"Yeah, but that was, like…we were just a little caught up in the moment, I think."
"Newsflash, Demyx, when you make out with someone like Zexion, it's because you like him and he likes you back. That's just how it works," Roxas said flatly.
"Fine! I like him, but I don't think he likes me; I mean, why would he? We're too different," Demyx said, running his strong hands through his hair.
"That's not a problem, Dem. I think you'd be great together. Zexion seems waaaay too…what's the word…depressed for his own good. Everyone can use a spastic, optimistic, and hyper kid around, right?" He said with a smile as he stood up. He saw his friend shrug and they got off the ferry together. "See you 'round, Dem. Have fun tonight," Roxas said in a way of parting as he spotted Axel leaning against a rail a hundred meters away.
"You too, Roxas, be—" Roxas cut him off with a wave, not wanting to hear the warning he was going to receive from the other blond. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked up to Axel. The taller boy's hair seemed to be spikier than it had the last time he saw it, if possible. He was wearing a black, zip-up hoodie that was a bit form fitting, showing off how slender he was, and his legs were covered with black skinny jeans, decorated with a pair of belts.
"Hey, Axel," Roxas said softly, watching the older boy as he turned his eyes to him.
"Rox! Glad you came," Axel responded, moving to the blond and grabbing his shoulders in a greeting. He leaned down enough to run his lips over the side of Roxas's neck. "I'd kiss you, but the patrol man over there thinks I'm trying to sell drugs or something, and I don't think he'd like that very much." Roxas shivered as Axel's breath ran down his spine.
"Right," He breathed, stepping away from the redhead and asking where they were going.
"Tifa's place; her parents are out of town. You know her from track, I think. Long black hair, hangs out with Yuffie, the—"
"Spastic, black-haired ninja. Right. I know 'em." The two began walking in silence until five minutes later when Axel spoke again.
"Roxas?" The blond-haired teen looked up.
"What?" He asked, knowing that Axel only used his entire name when he was being serious. Axel took a breath before posing his next question.
"Roxas, do you trust me? Like, really trust me?" the redhead asked, stopping in the street and turning to his boyfriend. Roxas looked at his shoes.
"A little. I don't really…know you well enough to reallytrust you. I mean…after Marluxia…it's hard. I'm…I'm sorry, Axel," the blond said softly. He expected Axel to shrug and keep walking or something. He felt the senior's disappointment, but then there was a pair of arms wrapping around him and hot breath in his ear.
"I didn't expect you to. I didn't fall for you because I knew you'd be easy to get, Roxas. I'll earn your trust. Promise." With a soft smile, Axel brushed his lips over Roxas's, taking the blond's lower lip in his teeth for a moment before releasing him. "Let's finish this at Tifa's. Twilight Town's used to me making out with people on the street and everything…but still," Axel said with a smirk and a wink. Roxas gave him a playful shove and started walking again, leaving Axel to catch up. "Oh, that wascold, darling," Axel drawled behind him.
"Fucker."
"I should give up now."
"Don't even think about it." Smirk.
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Axel was true to his word, and four hours later Roxas found that he was deliciously drug-free—but not necessarily sober. The alcohol running through his veins only heightened the experience of Axel sitting on his hips, their chests flush together and his spine pressing almost painfully into the carpeted floor in Tifa's bedroom. Axel's shirt was somewhere else by now, and Roxas's hands let themselves explore the expanse of slightly tanned skin, his thin fingers moving deftly over Axel's hard muscles as the senior's lips nipped at his neck, his large hands moving down to Roxas's waist, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping the fly.
"Fuck," Roxas swore as Axel's long finger's wrapped around his dick, coaxing it into a complete and throbbing erection. Axel smirked, gazing into Roxas's lust-clouded eyes and knowing this must look similar. The sophomore's lips were slightly parted, his tongue darting out every once in a while to moisten them. Axel knew that he was attracted to Roxas before this…muchbefore…but suddenly he realized that Roxas was one sexy son of a bitch.
"You a virgin?" Axel breathed, his hand pumping up and down Roxas's erection, fingers stroking and teasing.
"No sex tonight, Axel," Roxas replied, his voice breathy and his eyes flickering closed for a moment before he opened them again.
"I know, but you don't act like one," the redhead mentioned. Even in his alcohol and lust-induced haze he could make out Roxas's slightly pained expression. When the blond didn't give him an answer Axel moved on, capturing Roxas's lips in a bruising kiss as his hand started pumping faster. Roxas gasped and Axel pushed his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth as the blond arched his back. Five seconds later Roxas screamed, a string of expletives and Axel's name emitting from his mouth as he climaxed, sticky white semen exploding into Axel's hand. After a moment Roxas relaxed and lay back, his eyes drifting closed as his quick breathing slowed down. Axel wiped his hand on one of Tifa's shirts—he'd work that one out later—and pressed his lips to Roxas's again. The younger teen reciprocated by opening his mouth and worming his tongue through Axel's lips, lightly sucking on the roof of the red-head's hot cavity as he moved his hands up to comb through his spiky hair.
He was rewarded with a potent groan from Axel, who slammed his hips down onto Roxas's, building friction between them.
"If you won't let me fuck you tonight, we need to stop before I lose control, okay?" He gasped when Roxas pulled away for air.
"And what do you plan to do about this?" Roxas asked, pressing up on Axel's erection with his knee. Axel pitched forward slightly, his cheek brushing Roxas's forehead as his breath hitched for a second. He felt Roxas unzipping his zipper, and a warm hand slip inside his boxers, but not going lower. "You need to be on your back," Roxas said, almost not expecting Axel to give up his dominant position. But the senior flipped over, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glazed over. Roxas hooked Axel's boxers with his two thumbs and pulled them down, freeing his boyfriend's leaking erection.
Roxas felt Axel's lust-filled eyes on him and he looked up as he lowered his chest onto Axel's, smirking a bit before letting his tongue travel down the senior's stomach. He paused for a moment to dip into Axel's belly button, licking and biting the tender flesh in gentle cycles.
"Roxas, be a fucking man and stop teasing," Axel moaned underneath him, writhing as the younger boy kept licking and sucking on his skin. Finally Roxas stopped his administrations, moving a bit lower and experimentally running his tongue over the tip of his boyfriend's throbbing dick. He felt Axel's hands bury themselves almost painfully in his hair. The familiar touch jogged his memory and Roxas closed his eyes before lowering his mouth. I'm gonna give you the ride of your life Axel, Roxas thought before putting everything he had into Axel.
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Tifa was leaning against a wall with her arms crossed, watching a few guys participate in the beginnings of a drinking contest. She knew a couple of them from last year's track team—they had graduated—although there were several young men she didn't know in the group as well.
"Tifa...In or out?" Xaldin asked, holding up a shot glass. She shook her head.
"I'll judge," She said with a smirk, raising her eyebrows. She would feel better about keeping her parents' house from being torn to shred if she wasn't smashed. Xaldin shrugged, turning back to Xigbar and raising his glass. Tifa counted to three, moving away from the wall to preside over them, and both downed their shots. Kids crowded around the three, picking sides to bet on.
"Xigbar's got this one," commented a brown-haired girl.
"Never know...Xaldin won last time," her friend mentioned.
Ten minutes later Xaldin slammed his shot glass down onto the table, obviously trying not to throw up. Xigbar grinned, pouring another two shots with shaking hands.
"Lightweight..." He taunted, pushing the glass towards his friend. Xaldin shook his head, trying to clear it.
"Oh fuck..." He moaned.
"Comeon!" Xigbar cried.
"Xig cut it out. If he stops, you don't egg him on," Tifa said seriously, glaring at the older boy. He looked at her, eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.
"You're one to talk, Miss I'm-Going-To-Be-Responsible-And-Stay-Sober," Xigbar teased. The group of kids around them laughed, sending mocking smiles in the black-haired girl's direction. Tifa heard the challenge in Xigbar's voice.
"Oh yeah?" She asked, smirking as she grabbed Xaldin's full shot glass, swallowing it in one go. "You're on." Yuffie'll keep an eye on the house, Tifa thought, sobriety a thing of the recent past.
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Axel leaned back into the couch cushions and watched as Roxas roamed around the room, talking to different people. His hips swayed more when he was drunk, Axel noticed, his eyes glued to the blonde's rear as it danced through the crowds. Someone sat down next to Axel on the couch just then and the senior looked over to see Tifa watching Roxas as well.
"He's hot, Asssel. Why'd he have to like you?" Tifa slurred with a smirk, tossing her hair over her shoulder. A bottle filled with who-knows-what was hanging from her fingertips and Axel reached over her, grabbed it, and took a whiff.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked; wrinkling his nose and handing it back to her. She shrugged; obviously not sober enough to remember what she was drinking. Axel just shook his head and went back to watching Roxas, who was talking with Pence now. He felt Tifa get up again and go over to Roxas. Zexion took her place next to Axel and gave the redhead a small smile.
"How's it going with Roxas?" He asked. Axel smiled and let his head fall back.
"Nicely.Very nicely."
"Are you planning on hanging on to him?" Zexion questioned. Axel shrugged.
"For as long as he'll keep me. I tell ya Zex, he gives a mean blow-job," Axel commented, the grin still on his face. Zexion just rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Axel. I don't need to know any more."
"You're loss."
Tifa glanced over at Axel again, noticing that he was talking to Zexion, and grabbed Roxas's arm to pull him into a corner.
"What do you want?" Roxas asked, his voice normal save for a slight slur. Tifa looked back at Axel.
"Look, Rosssas. Asssel doesn't like you like you think he does. He just thinks your sessy, okay? I've seen him do this with about twenty girls, and a gussillion guys. I like you, and this is why I'm doing this. Let Asssel go, fuck him if you want, but don't get attassed to him. He's not going to change any time soon, you sha' realize that. I don't know what he told you, but it's going to be the same thing that he told everyone else. 'I don't want a sess-toy…I want you'…yeah. Rosssas, that's all shit. He'll act like he cares, he'll fuck you, and then he'll find someone else. Like your little friend, Sowa. Someone like him," Tifa said urgently, her words slurred enough to make several of them hard to understand. Roxas glared at her.
"Don't talk about Sora like that. And I don't—"
"Believe me? Hun, I'm trying to save you a heart here. Asssel is not going to care about you in a week. Let him go now, while you don't really like him," Tifa said.
"Shut up, Tifa," Roxas snarled, turning his back to her. She grabbed his shoulder and spun him back around. "What do you want, anyway?" Roxas snapped. "For me to just tell Axel that I don't want to do this? Is that it? Or is it that you want him, and I'm in your fucking way," He snarled. Tifa looked confused for a moment before she laughed.
"It's not AssselI want…it's you." Roxas froze, looking into Tifa's brown eyes. What the fuck is going on here? He thought frantically, moving away from her a bit. She laughed and pulled him against her, leaning down and licking his ear.
"You're drunk, Tifa. Get off me," Roxas said shakily.
"Come on Rosssas, Asssel's just going to dump you. I won't. I promise." Her words burned a hole in his head, exact copies of Axel's earlier. 'I promise'. Promises…Marluxia had promised something too. Xemnas promised. Tifa's lips on his own brought him back to reality, the taste of alcohol invading his mouth. He pushed at her shoulders, tripping backwards and hitting the floor hard.
"Get the fuck away from me!" He shouted, staring up at her. His shout was enough to catch Axel's attention, and the redhead jumped over the back of the couch and walked over to them. Tifa rolled her eyes and glared at Roxas.
"I promised, Rosssas."
"Fuck you, Tifa. And get the fuck away from my boyfriend," Axel yelled, helping Roxas to his feet and putting a protective arm around him. "Come on, Roxas," He said softly, tugging the younger boy out onto the deck and into the manicured yard. Axel sat down on the grass, pulling Roxas into his lap, but the blond shrugged out of his grasp and sat down a few feet away. Axel watched with concerned eyes as Roxas put his head in his hands, massaging his temples. "Are you okay, Roxas?" He asked. Roxas sighed and flopped down on his back.
"Sure," He said without emotion.
"Roxas," Axel said, his voice a bit lower. His boyfriend groaned.
"Shit," the blond whispered softly, his words carried to Axel by the faint breeze that was clearing both of their heads. "I sort of knew this would happen…but…"
"Roxas! Just tell me what's going on! Whatdid you know was going to happen?" Roxas looked at the boy leaning over him, his green eyes a bit worried once you looked past the drunken haze.
"I like you Axel. But…do you like me? I mean…I know this sounds sappy, but I know you're not used to dating people for that long. And…and I'm worried that you don't want this, that you won't want this when…when...if—"
"When...If you let me have sex with you? You still think I'm going to leave, huh?"
"Tifa said—"
"Tifa's a bitch when she's drunk, Roxas, like, two hundred times worse than she is when she's sober. Dude, I don't know what she said, but she fucking came on to you!" Axel spat. Roxas turned his head to the side.
"She promised…promised she wouldn't let me go. Like you promised to earn my trust. Like…like M-Marluxia promised it…it…"
"What did he promise?" Axel asked, his eyes looking at Roxas's pained face.
"He promised it…it wouldn't hurt," Roxas finally whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to keep the tears from pouring from them. Axel didn't move for a moment, thinking about what thatcould have meant. But a suppressed sob seemed more important at the moment and he picked Roxas up, pulling him into his lap. Roxas grabbed Axel's shoulders, giving in and crying openly as the senior tried his best to comfort him. "I'm sorry Axel…I just...I never—"
"Roxas, let's go back to my place, okay? My mom won't mind, and I think we need to talk; both of us," Axel said, and Roxas nodded. "Great. Come on," He said, pulling Roxas to his feet and wrapping an arm around his waist. The two waved goodbye to a few of the kids looking at them curiously as they walked out of Tifa's driveway.
The walk back to Axel's place was silent, although Axel would glance down at Roxas every once and a while and see tear tracks on his cheeks, prompting him to hold the teen closer.
Roxas liked the comforting feeling of Axel's home. He certainly hadn't been expecting it to be like that…because Axel wasn't really like that, but Axel had told him that his mother wanted this place to feel 'homey'. It certainly was. Axel's room suited him much more though. The walls were bright red with band and movie posters plastered everywhere, clothes, CDs, movies, and games littering the floor. Axel tugged Roxas over to his bed and they both sat down; Roxas curled into Axel's lap and the taller boy wrapped his arms around him.
"Maybe you should go first. What's on your mind, Roxas?" Axel said softly. Roxas sighed.
"Can I tell you about Marluxia? I guess I haven't really told anyone about him…because…well, because I knew that Cloud would keep me under lock and key, and Sora would just tell Cloud," Roxas said. Axel stayed quiet. "Marluxia was a senior when I was in eigth grade, and he was sort of the leader of the group. They were all junkies: him and Larxene, Saïx, Vexen. I think Marluxia got all of the shit from his dad, Xemnas. Marluxia was actually really nice; nicer than the rest of them were to me, anyway. He kept me off a few drugs, which I sort of hated back then, but I'm thankful now. But he'd get violent when he was on stimulants and shit, and because Saïx and Vexen were bigger than him, and Larxene was faster, he took it out on me. It hurt for a few days after that happened, but it wasn't anything serious. Bruises at most. He wouldn't really remember what happened later anyway, so it never caused a problem. Really, I was just too scared to tell him, because even though he seemed okay and everything I was fucking terrified of all of them. I just liked the drugs.
"Marluxia was really close to his dad, and most of the time we'd just go over to his place whenever we wanted to have some fun, and Xemnas normally joined us. It was weird I guess, 'cause he was about twenty years older than most of us, but it wasn't that big of a deal. But…then…one night there was something new circulated around. I was told it was crack, not a big deal. Something was in it though. And all I really remember was Marluxia promising me it wouldn't hurt, and his lips on me, and Xemnas right there…and…it hurtAxel. Like you'd never believe," Roxas said, his voice choked as tears started flowing again. Axel pulled him close and held Roxas's head into his chest.
"How many times did that happen?" Axel asked, even though he didn't want to know the answer.
"Only that time. Larxene did some shit…and then if I got really smashed Saïx would…do things. But Cloud found out two days after Marluxia and Xemnas did…that. He found out about all the drugs, but not…not the sex. I never told him," Roxas said, breaking down into sobs. Axel was at a loss for words as he held his boyfriend tightly, running his hands through Roxas's silky hair. This was horrible. He already knew about the drugs, but not this. This was rape. And he hated that it had happened to Roxas. "I trusted Marluxia. Up until he…he did that. He left Destiny about two weeks after that, and his crew left too. I haven't heard from them; not that I want to, of course. It's just…I felt betrayed, Axel. I know we weren't really friends or anything, but I trusted Marluxia enough to feel betrayed when that happened. And now it's hard to know when people mean it…or if they're just using me. I don't know. I'm sorry, Axel, I really am. And I knew that I would fall for you, even though I didn't want too…and then I didn't want to tell you about Marluxia because you might—"
"Shhh. Roxas, it's fine. Let me tell you something, okay?" Axel started, pressing his lips to Roxas's neck quickly and holding his index finger to the blond's lips. "It's true that I rarely stay with people for that long. Riku and me, we were the kind of guys who really thought we were above truly liking someone. Now don't start about Sora, okay?" Axel said when he saw Roxas open his mouth. "Just hear me out. At the first track meet, Riku saw Sora and something clicked. Something about seeing Sora with his father…anyway, the morning after the party I was teasing him about how he seemed stuck on Sora. You know, how he really seemed to like him. He asked me about you; like, if I thought you were special. I said 'no'." Roxas stiffened. "Maybe it was true then, maybe it wasn't. But Riku seemed so happy after meeting Sora…and I began to realize that maybe it wasn't that bad to go out with someone that you like, instead of just sleeping with them. And then Riku made me realize that I was acting differently around you. You pissed me off, Roxas," Axel said with a quiet laugh. "And I couldn't figure you out. But I knew that I liked you. And then I was positive I liked you when you said that you'd go out with me because I was so fucking happy. Roxas, at the first track meet I noticed you were hot, okay? And then later I realized that I loved hanging out with you. And somewhere along the line I figured out that I didn't care if I never got to…do anything like that with you, because I just liked being with you. I'm going to hold on to you until you push me away, Roxas. You have the control. If I'm doing something you're not comfortable with, tell me and I'll stop. If you don't want to go somewhere with me, tell me and we won't go. I promise. And I promise to keep that promise," Axel whispered against Roxas's lips, turning his boyfriend so he could kiss him easily. Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's shoulder and began moving his lips along with Axel's, tears still running down his cheeks. He believed Axel, he really did.
Axel put his hands on Roxas's cheeks, brushing away tears as he kissed the blond, running his tongue against Roxas's lower lip. In response, Roxas opened his mouth, letting Axel push the moist muscle into his mouth without a fight. Axel pushed him back onto the bed and moved his lips over Roxas's jaw, running down his neck and pausing to swirl over the blond's collarbone.
"Wait, Axel…there's something else," Roxas gasped, his eyes dilated and cloudy. "I…you…wecan't have sex. I know that Marluxia was clean…but his dad really slept around…and…and I never got checked for STDs." There was a small pause before Roxas turned away, closing his eyes. Axel wasn't going to want anything to do with him…not if he had any brains anyway. Instead of moving away from Roxas, Axel sighed and pulled Roxas's head back so their eyes met.
"Roxas, I'm past sex, okay? I don't need it. And I fucking promised that I'd stay with you. So either you're already sick of me, or you don't understand that yet," Axel said, kissing the blond on the nose.
"But—"
"I'm not eliminating the chance of an STD, but I'm not going to kick you out of my life because some fucker raped you." Roxas flinched at the words, but nodded. "And we'll get you screened for anything like HIV or something, okay? My mom works at a clinic where they'll do that for free if you're under eighteen. She won't hold anything against you, and neither will I. How's that sound?" Axel proposed. Roxas nodded.
"As long as Cloud doesn't find out," He whispered, a smirk on his face. Axel leaned down and crashed their lips together; letting his hands move to strip Roxas of his shirt for the second time that night.
Hopefully this wasn't too depressing. I remember writing this just after a LONG writers' block, and the drama had to be put in so I wouldn't abandon the story. I'll admit that I still like it though...;) Plus, it's Axel and Roxas! I had neglected them for a bit.
Thanks again for all the AMAZING reviews I got for the last chapter. I was blown away! If you have any thoughts on this chapter, I'd love to hear 'em!
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