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Disclaimer: This is chapter fifteen. Doth thou needst to repeat oneself?

Story Notes: Boys loving other boys. I could write more here...But I don't x3

Nobody's Loveletter

In the room with the curtains pulled tightly shut and darkness enveloping them both, Roxas pulled his hand away from Axel's and flicked on the small bedside lap. Tears still clung to his eyelashes, and he could taste salt on his lips, but right now there was something resting heavy on his chest he simply need to get off.

Something weighing him down and causing that crushing feeling.

It made him feel sick.

"Roxas?"

Axel closed the door behind himself and moved to sit on the edge of the younger male's bed while the boy rummaged through his back that sat upon his desk that Elra had obviously brought up – especially since Axel's own bag was on the floor next to the desk. A brow raised curiously as Roxas pulled out his English file, placed it onto the desk and went flipping through the papers, finally pulling one out and turning around.

"Can I read you something?" the blond asked nervously.

"You haven't written me a love poem have you?" he asked with a grin forming on his lips.

Roxas shook his head. "Olette suggested I read this to you."

"Go ahead,"

Taking a deep breath and standing at the foot of his bed, Roxas' blue eyes fell to the ink scribbles he'd written on the piece of paper.

"Dear you,

I don't know if you'll ever have a chance to read this letter, but you know who you are, even if I don't quite know just yet. You're someone I know, but I don't know you. Your name, how you smell or even the colour of your hair is lost to me. I see you everyday, but I've never once met you, so I'm writing this letter to you; my personal nobody. A letter to nobody to tell you everything I feel towards you."

He paused, glancing up to see how Axel was reacting. The red head was sitting with his legs crossed, elbows resting on his knees. He was leaning forwards, listening intently with those beautiful emerald eyes locked upon him and making Roxas' knees feel weak.

With another deep breath, he continued.

"I suppose I'll start with the fact that I hate you. I can feel it in my bones, that deep inner feeling that I once used to despise you. I loathed you with a passion that burned as bright as the flames in your eyes. But now I cannot feel that hate as powerful as I once did. This may sound stupid, but I can't seem to find myself hating you with such a passion.

I think that hate I felt in the beginning was how you managed to work your way into my heart in the first place. There it lingered, working you into the very essence of my being. It was your eyes that did it. Like an image burned onto my retinas, your eyes were burned into my soul. I've always loved those eyes. I don't know your name or your face, but I know your eyes. Eyes that seem to sparkle and glisten when the light hits them in the right way and your mood sets them off with an inner fire that causes my knees to weaken.

I have never met you, but I think am in love with you.

Roxas."

As slowly as a leaf falling from a tree, Roxas lowered the piece of paper and once more looked to the red haired male that was sitting on his bed. There was silence shared between them both for what seemed like an eternity. Neither could find the right words in which to use and break the silence that way weighing down on them like a thick blanket.

Legs uncrossed, arms reached out and Axel beckoned Roxas to sit with him without exchanging a single word. Doing just that, the blond crawled onto his bed and into those open arms, leaving his letter discarded on the blanket nearby. With a soft sigh, Roxas nuzzled his face into the other's warm chest, cuddling up against his thin, yet very warm body.

"You wrote that about me, didn't you?" Axel after after the long silence, running his fingers through Roxas' blond hair.

The boy nodded slowly. "I think so..."

"So my eyes are your favourite feature?"

Roxas chuckled, nuzzling against his chest again. "I guess so,"

"I like your eyes too."

- - -

Somehow, they had managed to fall asleep wrapped up within each other's arms. Elra had woken them both up when it was time for school, which also included her taking several photographs of the pair nestled together amidst the blankets. She'd cooed all morning about how adorable they had looked and at some point that previous evening, she had printed off a small image of the kissing scene between Roxas and Axel she had taken, and it was already front and center on the mantel piece. To the left was a little Sora playing happily in his paddling pool with Riku, and to the right was an older Sora with Roxas, both of them sporting smears of mud and dirt on their faces and clothes. Standing between them with her arms around their shoulders was Elra.

The rest of the week went relatively uneventful. Zell had turned up at the house on Thursday sporting a rather painful looking black eye and split lip. He did some talking in the kitchen with Axel, and they both parted ways with a tight hug.

It was raining hard and heavy by Saturday, making the day seem horrible and dull that it was impossible for it not to affect how a person felt. Of course, impossible was a word to use lightly with Elra and Sora. The young brunet had woken that morning filled with energy and had raced out into the rain to go and visit Riku. Elra was in her usual cheerful mood and was helping Naminé decorate her bedroom now that she had some free time on her hands. There was furniture on in the landing hallway, and all had been banned from upstairs unless they were helping with the decorating.

It was about lunchtime and Elra had made sandwiches for those that were still in the house; which beside Naminé and herself consisted of Roxas and Axel, although the redhead had gone out to try and talk with his mother. He came back in a very sour mood and was sat in the living room sulking when Roxas walked in.

"How did it go?" he asked curiously.

Axel gave a shrug, green eyes staring out the window as the rain coursed down the glass. "She told me that she was glad I was gone from her life; that she and my father have never been happier. They're going away on a Caribbean cruise next week."

"Oh."

Roxas was unsure of what to say. He had grown up in a loving family, and with his parents tragic death, he didn't have far to go to be welcomed into another. But with Axel, he'd grown up being used as an accessory only when his parents felt he was important to take notice of. He never considered how Axel must feel when confronted with someone like Roxas, who had family that always wanted him and were there for him all of the time. Even with his parents gone, Elra did her best to fill the void left behind.

"There's nothing you can do Roxas, don't beat yourself up over it" came Axel's voice after a few long minutes of silence. He turned in his seat, pulling his gaze away from the window and settled his emerald eyes upon the young blond, trying to smile like there was nothing wrong. He rose rather sluggishly from the seat and walked over, placing a hand on Roxas' shoulder and leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. "I'm going outside for a cigarette"

Turning on the spot, Roxas watched mutely as Axel left the lounge to head outside to smoke. Elra knew of his terrible habit and had suggested he try and give up, but also said she wasn't going to force him to quit; he just had to smoke outside.

"Do you remember when you told me you hated him?"

"Hn?" Looking towards the adjoining dining room, there stood Naminé in paint coated clothes, her light blonde hair pulled back into a horsetail so that it didn't get in the way while she decorated with Elra. There was paint on her cheeks and even in her hair, but she didn't seem to mind. He smiled in greeting to her. "I guess people can change"

"Ever since he came over that day you've warmed up to everyone. My dad says that he used to think you hated him, but now you really look up to him," she pointed out.

Roxas nodded. Axel had stirred something in him, even if it was hate in the beginning. Through it, he had discovered the real Naminé and not the one he imagined her to be. From there, he had found the real Cloud. "Do you like him?" he asked her, curious as to what her point of view was. Roxas was liking the idea of having a sister-like figure in his life, and Naminé seem perfectly fitted for it.

She giggled softly. "I think he's a little rough around the edges," she expressed. "But my dad thinks he's not so bad. Plus, its been a while since he last saw Riven and I guess he liked that"

Ah yes, River. Roxas hadn't seen him since Axel had introduced him and the blue haired male had driven them both home. Just thinking about him made him think of the red car he drove. He could of sworn he could see it through the window out of the corner of his eye.

He could see the car out of the corner of his eye!

Looking out the window, he saw that Demyx guy leaning on the roof and waving to his house. Obviously he was waving to Axel who was standing on the front. Moving from his spot in the living room, he waved to Naminé and headed for the front door, pulling it open to find Axel still standing on the front step, a lit cigarette in his hand.

"Nu-uh, it's raining!" announced the redhead, hiding under the small porch the best he could.

"But we've got movies and beer!" shouted Demyx. "Oh, hiya Roxas!"

Axel's head snapped around to look at the blond the had poked his head out the door. "Didn't see you there,"

"Are you going somewhere?" Roxas asked, looking up at Axel's face.

"Not in this weather"

"But its Mutant Killer Donkeys In Space!" Demyx called over hopefully. "Films one to seven!"

Green eyes rolled in their sockets and the cigarette was lifted to his mouth so that he could inhale. "Not moving," he said, blowing out the smoke.

"Roxas, do you wanna come?" Maybe if Demyx could convince Roxas, then Axel would simply follow like a little lamb. "I promise we won't give you any alcohol!"

Roxas was unsure, hopping from one foot to the other as he thought.

"We've also got the new Death Tournament Battle Zone game!"

Now this was something that sparked Roxas' interest. The movies sounded rather stupid, but the new Death Tournament Battle Zone game was supposed to be the best beat-em-up game out there. According to reviews, it was also the most violent.

"Boys, close the door. I don't pay to heat the street," came Elra's voice from inside the house.

Turning around to look at her as she approached, both Axel and Roxas watched as she came up to see why her front door was open.

"Demyx wants to know if we want to go his place to watch movies and play video games" Roxas explained to his aunt.

"Well, if it will get you both out of the house..." she pondered.

"But its raining!" Axel whined, crushing the cigarette out in the little box that Elra had placed outside just for his cigarette butts.

"A little rain never hurt anyone, plus, you're only going to a car," Elra pointed out. "Go on, you should spend time with your friends, Axel. Roxas, you can go too if you want"

"We won't let him drink any alcohol Mrs. Roxases-Aunt, Miss!" came Demyx's hopeful voice again. He didn't seem to mind he was getting wet.

This made Axel grin. "See, they've got alcohol! We're both too young to be drinking!"

She thought on this for a while, then pushed them both out into the rain. "You went to a party last week and I trusted Roxas enough not to get drunk then. I trust him enough now"

"What about me?" Axel asked as he cowered in the rain.

Elra grinned. "You'll be a good boy and look after my Roxas" And with that she closed the door on them both.

Roxas was already making his way to the car when his aunt closed the door. Grumbling and muttering to himself, hands were forced into the pockets of his jeans and Axel skulked all the way to the car, still grumbling when he climbed into the back seat next to Roxas and buckled himself in.

"Oh quit your bellyaching," Demyx said when River pulled away from the house. "You're sounding like my damn mother"

Axel just muttered a curse under his breath.

"Who will be there?" Roxas asked curiously.

"Weeeellll..." Demyx began while he meddled with River's radio, trying to find a station to listen to since the other male refused to let him put on any CDs. "Riven is playing cab driver until he has to go to work. Elliot might be coming later, he has singing lessons today, but then he might try and visit his brother. Zexion is currently over at another friend's house. Once River drops us off at mine, he's going to go pick them up"

"Nice to know we were on the list" Axel mumbled pathetically. He hated the rain, which instantly put him into a bad mood. Couple that with visiting his mother, and Axel looked as dreary as the weather.

"Cheer up!" chimed Demyx from the front seat. "You look like a wet weekend"

"It is a wet weekend!"

Demyx giggled, wriggling around in the front passenger seat of River's car. The male's way of driving seemed to of changed since the last time Roxas had ridden in his car, because he was driving carefully and not like a madman. Glancing over at the sulking Axel, Roxas wondered if he should mention this to him. Instead, he simply melted at how cute Axel looked as he sat there, curled up in the back seat, arms wrapped around himself with a look of doom and gloom upon his face.

Reaching out, Roxas' hand found a bony Axel hand and wrapped his fingers around it.

When Roxas touched him, Axel looked over, his green eyes instantly falling into the deep ocean blue pools that were Roxas' eyes. They seemed to speak a thousand words all at once, and each and every one Axel could hear and understand. It made him feel a little better, and he visibly relaxed, fingers squeezing back in reply. He was spending time with his friends, and with Roxas. Maybe when the rest were too busy with the film or video games, Axel could sweep Roxas away for a while and do some of those things he was unsure about doing with Roxas in Elra's home.

- - -

Demyx's home was interesting; to say the least. Rather cluttered, with pictures of Demyx displayed all over the place, and there was a cabinet dedicated to trophies that Demyx had won in various music competitions. The blond lead the pair down into his basement, then spread his arm, bouncing happily on his toes, welcoming Roxas into his underground world.

"Welcome to Castle Oblivion!" he announced gleefully.

Axel merely ignored him and slipped down onto the broken sofa, pulling out another cigarette. The scent of smoke hung in the air, obviously Demyx's parents didn't seem to care what went on down here.

"Why do you call it that?" Roxas asked, looking over at the musician while carefully sitting down next to a still sulking Axel.

"Well, I wanted The World That Never Was, but Zexion wanted Castle Oblivion. We had a sudden death match on Death Tournament Five, and he won" And he finished with a firm nod, falling onto a beanbag and snuggling into it. "I liked my idea better, but I guess Castle Oblivion is cool too"

Blue eyes left the musician and turned upon the sulking being. "Did you have any ideas for a name?"

"Nope"

Demyx piped up at this. "Don't be silly, you wanted to name it Land of Twilight"

Axel shrugged, rolling green eyes and flopped backwards, looking up at the smoke-stained ceiling. "Doesn't matter now. It's Castle Oblivion"

"You really are a wet mush when it rains, Axel" Demyx pointed out, head twisting around to the stairs when he heard footsteps and voices. Zexion, followed by an older blond came down, enraptured in a deep conversation about something. The blond spoke with an English accent, and hands were absent-mindedly shuffling a deck of cards in quick, skilful motions. "Zexy! Luxord!"

"He has the brains a dirty street dog, and the charm of a dead rat – oh, hello Demyx – and the only reason I'd go and watch him perform is to watch him fall from the balance beam and fall and break something, or better yet, watch his archery tournament and he shoots himself in the foot" Zexion moved from the stairs, still conversing with the blond, and sat on the chair near Demyx's beanbag. "He's an arrogant bastard, and quite frankly I don't see why you like him"

"He's impulsive, attractive, and the eye patch gives him an air of mystery" replied the blond with the cards, sitting himself down next to Roxas, who had stopped concerning himself with Axel and was now interested in the conversation about a person that Zexion obviously didn't like. "He's talented with gymnastics, and archery. Apparently, he's a skilled shooter and I do not understand why you dislike him so"

"I hope he rots in hell"

Demyx tilted his head back, bright eyes looking up at Zexion. "Are you two still arguing about him?"

"Luxord does not date men. He dates cards"

The blond snorted lightly, shaking his head. "You have just never seen me dating. I do have a social life that doesn't revolve around card and dice"

Axel leaned forwards, lips brushing Roxas' ear. "That's Luxord; Zexion's friend. Never gamble when he's around, and never make a bet with him. You'll loose"

"Who are they arguing about?" Roxas asked back, in much the same hushed whisper, while the two new arrivals settled themselves in the room, Demyx instantly bouncing over to Zexion once he was seated.

Axel quirked a brow and propped himself up on his elbows, looked over at Luxord who had seated on his opposite side, then nudged his arm. "Who are you talking about?"

"Xigbar" he replied, dealing several cards onto the table in the middle of the room, to which Demyx and Zexion quickly picked them up, shuffling them in their own hands. "He works at a café bar in town, near that little hang out of yours"

Zexion scoffed, discarding a card from his hand. "Luxord has been stalking-"

"I inquire, not stalk"

"Him and I don't see what he finds interesting about the vulgar lout" he finished.

"You hang out with Axel, I do not see how Xigbar can be much worse" the blond gambler replied, picking up Zexion's card and hanging him another. Demyx seemed to have forgotten they were playing cards and was attempting to build a castle out of his.

Axel looked like he had never been so insulted in his life, and jaw hung agape. Roxas merely giggled. "You do swear a bit too much, Axel" he pointed out, slipping off the broken sofa to sit crossed legged before the table, helping Demyx with his castle. "And you smoke"

"See, Xigbar doesn't do such a vile act," Luxord stated, placing a deck of cards down for Demyx to continue with his castle construction. "Poisoning his body, it's disgustingly foul"

Roxas was amazed at the way Luxord spoke compared to the others. He had a very eloquent way of speaking, with a vocabulary more suited to someone who was quite posh. He sounded slightly English, but Roxas couldn't pin point it very well. All he knew was that Luxord spoke very differently from the others, and anyone else he knew. He wondered what Axel would sound like with a broader range of words similar to the one's Luxord used. However, the image was rather hilarious, and he giggled softly to himself, receiving a strange look from the blond sitting opposite him. Leaning forwards, Roxas cupped his mouth with his hand to whisper his thoughts to the musician. "Can you image Axel talking like him?"

Demyx snickered. "I don't think Axel knows the meaning of some of the words Luxord uses," he replied. "But even I don't know some of them either!"

"Where did he learn to talk like that?"

"Dunno. I've always known Luxy-pie to talk like that"

The group were much different than the time at the coffee shop. They talked and joked, playfully poking fun at one another while the battled on the game system, playing the beat-em-up video game. Roxas, of course, beat them all into the ground. He was beginning to like this group, and wouldn't mind hanging out with them more often. While Demyx and Luxord battled, he looked over at Axel, who seemed to be the only one not enjoying himself. Crawling over the couch to him, Roxas sat at the top of his head, running fingers through the bright red locks.

"Everything alright?"

"Peachy"

Roxas smiled, leaning forwards and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. "You're just saying that"

"It's raining. My mother hates me. I got my ass kicked by Demyx. Oh, and it's raining" he whined, but smiled at the soft kiss, returning it with his own quick peck. "Although I've got you, so I can't complain too much. Right, my Nobody?"

Roxas' smile increased, working over his face, lighting up his blue eyes. Even if he was feeling down, Axel still managed to say such sweet words to him.

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Author's Notes: I am soooooooooo, sooooooooooo, sooooooooo sorry for the length of time you guys have had to wait for this pitiful chapter, especially the end, because I know that's seriously lacking. Hopefully, something interesting will happen. Dunno -shrug-

Uhm...yeah... xP