-is dead- Sorry guys! Thank you SOOOO much for the bugging, though! Don't worry, I'm not an important person xD don't be afraid to PM me to egg me on about updates. It makes me happy.
I'm acually back to SO3 at the moment, so I'll be dragging me feet with this... sorry. -stares at scene for a while before typing-
Axel was sitting in his new apartment, fiddling a little figurine in his hand. It had been one of the odd objects Roxas had found in the surf one time. That was a long time ago... and now the little porcelain face was only worth being smashed against the wall.
It was obvious now, Axel knew, that last summer had only been one of those wild teenage flings. And he thought he had found his answer while he was away. No, he had found it upon his return.
Where had he gone? When he stepped on that gas pedal he had driven so far away, made the gap so wide, that he could think clearly. When someone can physically touch someone, see them, the heart can be tricked into loving. But with that much space for that much time, the heart's vision clears away from the physical, deciding love for itself.
And it was decided.
Axel's heart still sought the boy from that dream, that summer rendevous. But that boy couldn't care less.
That smile over there, the one framed in mahogany stained maple, was reserved. No, not even that. It was dead. It was there, pierced by shattered glass next to the porcelain figure.
As he finished unpacking the last of the cardboard boxes-- well... they weren't the last, but it was the last that he had motivation left to open-- the shattered pile grew. Seashells, photos, little trinkets, all forming a pile against the wall.
Many would have looked at that pile and contemplated ways to use the shards to end the pain they've caused, but the man could only glance at it in disgust and with a new fever to win his last summer vacation back.
And to do that, he'd have to do everything else along with it. No matter what.
A few days later, Roxas had been caught running late to finish something in his last period. The rest of his group had already run off ahead of him, not bothering to wait. They knew where to meet him when he was done.
His sneakers hitting the steps at sometimes awkward angles, he was carelessly making his way off the grounds when his face was halted by the smell of pollen. With a little gasp, that caused a sneeze, he stumbled back.
"S-sorry sir!" A young boy with a denim hat brought the flowers back to his little chest. "Th-there, you see, it's just! There was this man over there! And he gave me 500 munny to give you these flowers!"
Roxas gave a little smile and took them when they were offered again. "What man?" He tried to sound pleasant.
"The one right-!" The boy turned and pointed to a spot on the low wall surrounding a tree and garden. "Where'd he go?"
"It's alright, here." Roxas took the change from his lunch out of his pocket and handed it to the boy. It wasn't much, 35 munny, but it was enough to delight a child. The boy gave a small hurried bow and scampered off, leaving Roxas with his flowers.
With a deep sigh, he knew who they were from. His slim fingers picked around the stems, as if to try to find the hidden needle that would prick him with some sedative. He found none, but he did find a small hand-written note.
'Sunset Hill. I'll wait forever, if I have to.'
With another heavy sigh, Roxas' blue eyes trailed up, looking at the outline of the hill on the horizon.
He would go, he knew that, despite his anger. And the fool really would wait forever. He tended to be a little eccentric. Roxas couldn't leave him up there alone, could he?
His heart gave a hard jerk then felt leaden, his whole being seeming to droop. The sneakers hit the pavement, but they weren't his. They couldn't be his because he was floating in some depths, numb.
Green eyes leapt up excitedly to meet him, then went into worry at the look of his hollowness.
"Roxas! Are you ok? You don't look so well." Two hands supported the boy who's brow furrowed and shoulders jerked away.
"Why- why did you leave? How can you expect to just come back now?" His foundation recovered, eyes just as venomous as his tongue.
"How can I explain myself, Roxas? I just... had to clear my head, to see if you'd go away. But you didn't. What can I say besides I'm sorry?"
"Well, it's going to take more than that to restore even our friendship." Roxas couldn't help but give a little smirk with a raised eyebrow.
up to here it's been mostly a background, I guess, so you know what's going on. I wanted this fic to be fast-paced and modern, something other than my sappy poetic "Penna". So now Axel is up to the test to win Roxas back! Waha!