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The rest of the organization saw them as one thing together. Axel and Roxas, Roxas and Axel. They were never apart and were treated as such. No one could even remember how Axel used to be before Roxas came and changed everything.
It was true, most of the time they had to spend was spent together.
Contrary to the organization's understanding, Axel thought that he and Roxas couldn't be more different. He and Roxas would be sitting in Axel's room by the solitary window, not bothering to fill the void with talk. Until Axel spoke up.
"Roxas… why do you think that everyone thinks of us as a set? It wasn't always that way." Questions
were Axel's favorite thing to say.
"I don't know." Roxas wished that he didn't have to say this almost as often as he took a breath. "Maybe it's different for them, to be on the outside looking in."
Axel looked at him, and marveled at how Roxas said the wrong things at the right time.
"I think it is." Axel usually didn't wholeheartedly (omfg punny) agree, but this was an exception.
Axel hated him almost as much as he loved him, but that small amount of space made all the difference. Roxas looked wistfully out the window and Axel put a hand on his shoulder. No one else understood the way they did, because Axel wasn't sure that he understood it at all.
Axel was happier than he'd ever been that he wasn't the one on the outside looking in.
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My parents are very annoying. They say that I have to go to bed at 11. That is just crazy.
That was from no where, but oh well. I need to write more angst now. Enough with the happiness!
Review or be hit with the Axel/Roxas stick of gayness! It hurts, trust me. /holds up a long stick with rainbow ribbons sticking out of the top/