I know the story's going supremely slow, but it should start to pick up in the next few chapters. Promise. :D
Written off of prompt #32 Night.
A cool night breeze ruffled Roxas' blond spikes as he gazed upon the small house, the broken down barn, the fields of flowers and green grass. "What happened?"
"My dad died, and we were poor. My mom couldn't keep up the farm, so we sold it. Whoever bought it just let it go."
"Where are your mom and brothers?"
"Mom's in an old folk's home, Xig's in Oklahoma, Zex moved to Indiana last year. Dem's in Michigan with Larxene. Everybody left." Axel frowned, then let out a long sigh, "I'm the only one that still lives close to our old house. I like to visit it from time to time. But only at night, 'cause people might find it suspicious if some random guy came and wandered around."