~Preview of Future Chapters~
Roxas only looked at the door in front of him, not truly looking at it all. He was lost in his senses, in his own mind.
"The one who killed your parents was the one you've been living with all this time…"
"Axel!"
Once the small blonde heard that he had been in a daze. He didn't know what was what, he didn't even have control over his own mind anymore. It was as if he was on Autopilot, just obeying what he was given.
After a few days in confinement to think over his thoughts Roxas had finally agreed to join them. He had become a full member of The holders of Weapon of Hearts. Zack and Sephiroth were so overjoyed that they immediately gave Roxas a better room to reside in and everyone started treating him as if he had been there from the beginning.
He had accepted that sure, but during his time living there Roxas had felt nothing but…empty. He seemed happy on the outside but inside he was confused and empty. He knew he needed to think things over. He desperately needed to.
So that same day he had gone outside and began to walk. He didn't know where to, he was just walking and walking. He had but his feet in charge of himself. As his feet took him to only they knew where, he began to think. Think of times of when he was with the said redhead that had killed his parents.
How… How can a person he had grown so attached to do something like...? How? Why?
Why had this happened?
Roxas only paused for a moment to realize that he had been crying. He reached up his hand slowly and wiped away the lone tear from his eye. He was about to continue but he took a moment realizing exactly where he was.
He sighed.
One look around instantly let him know where he was. He was in the circle. The middle of the town which was a circle that lead to every other place of the city. But as he feared, his feet had dragged him right to that place.
The clock tower.
Why? Why must have his feet brought him here? He didn't want to be here. In fact this is the absolute last place that he wished to be. He wanted to forget this place, but more importantly he wanted to forget the memories that went with it.
That being minded, he slowly turned on his heels and decided to head the way he had came but something invaded his senses. A gust of wind had carried the scent all the way to his nose and seemed happy that it got his attention for it then blew in a upward motion, and much to Rox's dismay he turned his head in the direction.
His eyes went wide.
His scenes had not lied to him even though he had prayed for them to. There sitting upon the clock tower. There was the redhead, his face lazily being supported by his white palm. His fire hair blowing with the wind as if dancing like a free fire.
He stood there for what seemed like hours that were probably only moments. Eyes locked on the redhead. He was there. He was right there. So close, so dearly close. The man that he feared, had loved, wanted, …hatred.
Roxas's eyes widened even more and he gazed down at his shaking hands. Was that what he felt for Axel now?
Hatred
Hatred
Hatred
Yes…hatred sounded just fine. That was it. Roxas hated Axel. He wanted that redhead ended. Why should he live after what he had done? Why? He didn't deserve it.
Roxas waited there for a few more moments before it seemed that Axel had caught sense of Roxas being there. The blonde noticed first as he could see that Axel had straightened in his sitting position and then began to look around crazily.
Then, just as he assumed, his ex-best friend's head snapped down to the ground below. Roxas and his eyes met, for a long time. Roxas's expression went blank as Axel just gazed at him as if he was the ghost he had feared to meet.
Roxas then only had time to blink slowly before looking straight into the dulled emeralds. Rox jumped back as Axel was standing right in front of him. It seemed he had forgotten how fast Axel could be. He tried to step back again but Axel had reached out and latched both of his hands upon the blonde's shoulders.
Roxas stood still as Axel began to cry and scream out questions, ones that never reached Rox's ears. He only stood there, thinking. Had Axel been this worried about him? Had the redhead been missing him this much.
No, no that didn't matter. If he had cared this much about Rox then he would have told the blonde the truth. He would have never lied to him. He wouldn't have let Roxas…
This is when Rox felt all that anger boil back up in his system. He could feel it push him to overdrive. He could feel it and he accepted it with open arms.
He then pushed Axel back with a sharp shove, making the redhead stopped his rambling and stare at him. And Roxas could tell it was filled with pure shock.
The small blonde smirked as he summoned his blade out to his left before slowly bringing it to his side. He could see Axel watching his every movement, making the small smirk upon his lips grow just a tiny bit more.
Then in a second he had stepped closer to Axel and slipped the tip of the blade under the redhead's chin and chuckled.
"Die, just like them."
Roxas sighed as he had remembered that day. He had said that sentence with so much hate, so much anger. Once he had said that, he attacked Axel without any mercy and nearly killed him, if Zack and Seph hadn't showed up.
Now Axel was behind this door. They had captured him and held him within this room. Roxas had asked Sephiroth why he wasn't going to be executed and Seph had said that Axel was a important hostage and was to valuable to be killed.
What was he doing there exactly? He promised himself after the fight in front of the clock tower that he would never see Axel again.
So why did he want to open this door so badly?
Axel gazed down at the floor, sighing quietly to himself. He was so cold. His hands ached from the clasps of the cuffs. He was used to his arms aching but that was only cause they had been forced high above his head.
He crouched in the middle of a cobbled stone chamber, a chain hanging from the ceiling that held his hands up and his knees rested firmly against the ground which he now sat upon. His shirt had been torn from him but thankfully they had left him his pants.
Or what was left of his pants. They hadn't given him a change of clothes since the fight with…. The chain clinked randomly and Axel sighed again. He was accepting of dying here. He would just waste here. He would, he would die within these four walls.
He would never be able see the sun again, nor would he be able to feel anything again, except pain. He would never be loved again.
Salty water ran down his cheeks as he realized that horrifying truth for the millionth time. It didn't matter how many times he had realized that truth, it hurt just as much as the first time.
He would never be held again, nor would he be able to hold him again. He would never be able to keep Roxas close to him. No he would rot in this room only to hope to die of old age instead of some disease to end his life.
He didn't even want to be rescued. Once Roxas had pushed him away, he knew Roxas had become one of them. He had become one of the Weapon of Heart holders. So, it didn't matter anymore. It just didn't. Even if he was rescued he would return to a life that was filled with nothing. Roxas wouldn't be in the organization. So what point did he have there?
None.
This is just a preview but now you maybe see where I'm going with the story, that is if I ever pick it back up. We'll see. Review and we'll see how it goes. Thanks all, love ya!