Hey People! This the 3rd part of What Hurts The Most. The first part of the epilogue will be up no later than today.
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I may add another chapter that will be profiles for everyone who appears in this fic, but only if you people really want it. Read and enjoy! I can has reviews?
A siren is wailing.
A splash of red hair moves as a lanky, pale log of flesh shoots out of the covers to quiet the wail.
"Uuggh, Roxas, why did ya hafta set it so early?"
When no answer came, the disgruntled figure tried again.
"Roxas, ya there? Roxas?"
When he again received no answer, he shot up
and stared at his lover's side of the bed, pristinely made like always.
Well that was a relief!
Roxas had just gotten up before him, probably to take care of the twins.
He was right, since he heard Roxas in the kitchen.
Deciding to join him, the figure slid out of bed, fished a black t-shirt with red checker border and a pair of loose blue jeans from the pile at the bottom of his closet, sauntered into the bathroom, attempted to tame his wild, red spikes and dressed.
He stepped out of the bathroom, neon emeralds alight with fire and mirth.
Being nice to Roxas for once, he made his side of the bed.
Making waves in the top comforter to smooth it out, a white envelope jumped into the air, fluttering on to the floor.
Curious he picked it up, noticing his name scrawled neatly on the front.
Pulling open the flap, he tugged out a piece of paper.
Gently unfolding it, he began to read.
Dear Axel,
First, I would like to say that I'm sorry.
Sorry that I didn't tell you the truth right from the beginning.
But that's what this letter is about.
Remember when I told I used to be in a gang?
I told you they let me go.
That's not true. I ran out on them.
They would have me scope out the targets and then stay behind
when it went down, so no one could connect the gang to it.
One time, however, I secretly tagged along, just to see what it was like.
When the police arrived, a bystander told them that he remembered seeing me
at previous targets days before they were hit.
When our leader was arrested, they told him this.
After he was released, (they couldn't connect him to any of the targets)
he came after me.
He beat me bloody, saying I had almost gotten the gang
caught with my "fucking duck-brained stupidity."
You remember that day as when I came over bleeding and close to passing out.
When you asked what happened, I told you that I had tripped and fallen
while walking around town, then got sideswiped by a car mirror
and sent skidding along the road.
You told me to be more careful
while bandaging my injuries and kissing each one in turn.
I stayed the night at your insistence
and we had a wonderful time, my first out of love.
The next morning, I left before you awoke.
I went to the leader, demanding that I could leave.
He laughed at me and ordered the gang to "beat the rat outta the snake."
When they were done, he ordered them to leave and proceeded to rape me, over
and over for what felt like hours.
As I was fading in and out of consciousness, I remember him snickering
and tossing me luckily on your doorstep.
I was lying there three hours before you decided to come find me.
You kicked me when you opened your door.
I remember through half-lidded eyes your shock and disbelief.
You asked me what happened, but I barely caught it.
Once I could speak, I told you that I had gotten into a fight with some guys
because they found out I was gay.
You believed me, every single lie.
Soon after, we moved away to a small town where they didn't care what we were.
We've been living here for 7 years now.
We have 5 wonderfully beautiful children and I won't be here to see Jade and Jace
grow up into fine young ladies.
Now for the reason I left.
The gang has been hunting me since the day we left.
My friend Demyx, who still talks to the leader, told me that my old leader
has been looking non-stop for me and I know he won't stop till he finds me.
So in order for you and the kids to be protected, I left.
I don't know if I'll ever come back but if I never do, tell the kids I love them and I'm sorry.
Goodbye and good night, my dearest love.
Ai Shiteru for all eternity,
Roxas.
A primal howl ripped its way out of his throat.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
It couldn't be!It's not true!
He couldn't believe it! How could Roxas leave!
Didn't he remember that Axel was the leader of a gang when he was only 11?
Apparently not, it seems.
As the letter crumbled into an unrecognizable mass, he contemplated going after him.
But then he remembered he still had the children to watch and care for.
Resentment was growing deep in him, spreading like wildfire, infecting and destroying all it touched.
Bitterly, he thought 'At least, I will never abandon my children.'
He left his room, wandering to the kids' section of the house.
Hearing giggling, his curiosity had him looking in Mitsukai's room to see all of his daughters awake, well except for Jade of course.
Walking in carefully, he gathered his three daughters in a protective but shaking behind hug.
Mitsukai started but was unable to say anything as her dad had left as swift and silently as he came.
He walked across the hall into the boys' room.
He lightly kissed Kiron's forehead and tucked him in before descending the dark stairs hidden in the corner.
He noticed that Drakxus had fallen asleep reading again, for the only light in the dark basement-like room was the lamp next to a sleeping 7 year old with blood red hair divided by a lemon yellow streak and glaringly blue eyes that beautifully accented face and hair while piercing your soul.
Smiling proudly, Axel gently pulled the book from Drak's hands.
He set it on the table behind his head, kissed his forehead gently and tucked him in.
He ascended the stairs and strode back to his room,
Pride strong on his face.
As soon as his door swung shut however, his proud and joyous demeanor broke, a mirror struck with five hammers at once, a dam that could no longer hold its massive burden.
He fell on the floor, knees and legs supporting him like pillars of Jell-O.
He laid there, silent waterfalls cascading from his eyes and pooling around his head.
Mitsukai found him 7 hours later, still like that, tears free-flowing from his eyes.
He still hasn't got over it, not completely.