-Oh bummer. Not a single review. And I really thought this was an interesting idea…
Well…I don't know then. I guess I figured a musical on this site probably wouldn't catch too much attention. Maybe perhaps because it's rated M and still listed as "In Progress". I mean, I never read IP stories anymore because I hate waiting and am usually in the mood for just a quick fic that's already done.
But hey! I have one Favorite! That's enough motivation to keep me going!
So I'll keep posting the mechanics of bold/italics/slashes guide until we're a few chapters in, and hopefully the current reader (and *crosses fingers* new readers!) will remember. Bold with little lines following it=My own little author notes. Bold with quotation marks=Singing. Italics with quotation marks=character thoughts. Italics without quotation marks=dreams or other subconscious activity.
Disclaimer: Any music in this work of fiction is not accredited to me, but to the amazingly awesome band Halestorm. I also have no ownership in the company that owns Kingdom Hearts; I did not create the characters, plot, music, etc. in the game, and if I had things would have ended much differently, along the lines of Riku taking Sora sprawled across a table. Roxas's relationship would have been no different; maybe I'd spice things up a little by having Axel fuck him against a wall or something. Anyway, I think you get the picture.-
What little light was outside was slowly leaking into the room, the very first signs of daybreak making themselves known to the occupants beneath the covers in the small apartment. Chests heaved slightly in silent slumber, their every breath in perfect unison as they both laid together in bed curled up in each other's arms. A small smile was spread across the blonde and the redhead's faces, the comfort and warmth of being with another soothing their internal need for human affection.
But Roxas was never a very deep sleeper, and always needed the room to be pitch black in order to stay asleep. With the room brightening bit by bit he felt himself slowly waking up, and at the same time began to procure a slight throb in his head. He wanted to keep his eyes closed, stay within this warmness that surrounded him, the strong arms from behind encircling him in such a loving manner…
"Wait, strong arms?" he began to thing, his eyes now shooting open. The first thing he saw was the pillow his head was laid against, and it was most definitely not his. He noticed the sheets were different as well, the blanket covering his small naked frame and, "Oh God, I'm naked in another bed!"
Slowly and as quietly as he could, he turned his head around and was met with a sinking feeling in his stomach. The redhead sleeping next to him showed no signs of stirring from his slumber anytime soon, and his lack of clothing made the prospect of sex became even more of an issue. Roxas tried to remember the events from last, closing his eyes tight as he tried to clear his foggy mind. He clenched his eyes shut in pain, immediately feeling the effects his hangover had on his poor brain. "Fuck…" he muttered, the cloudiness of his mind making it especially hard to concentrate.
It was his birthday, he remembered that. And the shots. Godamnit, he was never going to drink an alcoholic beverage as long as he lived. Then there was him. He glanced over to the guy next to him. Softly gazing at the sleeping redhead he began to remember their night of passion.
He was drunk, and according to the law it wouldn't have been consensual sex. But now in his sober and hung-over state it didn't take long for him to realize that even if he hadn't been completely smashed there would have been no denying the redhead. Watching his form go up and down as he silently breathe, he knew that there was something that the other man had that he had been searching for. There was a connection made last night, and he would be a fool to pass up this chance to establish a relationship with him when he felt so strongly, even after only knowing him for just one night.
But he didn't like men that way, did he? Roxas slowly and as quietly as he could got out of the bed, a slight creak being heard, the mattress shifting as his weight was removed. Looking to the left he saw his clothes strewn about the floor in various places and he tiptoed over to them.
Leaving felt so very wrong, but at the same time, it felt like the right thing to do.
"Why did I waste my time?" he bent over and picked up his boxers, putting one leg in and then the other, pulling them up so at least his bottom half was clothed. He glanced over to the sleeping redhead, an eerie feeling in his stomach making him feel sick. He knew that he felt something for him; his heart was screaming, begging him to stay. But at the same time his head was telling him to get the hell out while he still could.
But damnit, if he had never done it in the first place. He cursed himself for his stupidity. If only he had gone home with his brother and friends. If he hadn't followed the man back to his apartment. If he had left when Axel had told him to go; that he didn't know what he was getting into. He didn't. And he resented himself the most for letting it get this far.
"Two steps I don't rewind. Feeling I can't define," he picked his jeans off the floor and then twisted his body back to the sleeping form, glaring at it. "I give back to you."
"Give it all away," his head cried.
"Take it all the way," his heart echoed back.
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"I see my demise," he recalled Axel's mesmerizing eyes. Those beautiful, dangerous orbs that reminded him of the essence of poison. "From behind your eyes." He looked back to the floor, trying to keep the man out of his sight. If he looked back again there was no telling if he'd want to stay or leave. "I can't pass you by. I give back to you."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
He slipped his jeans on, buttoning them up quickly, eager to get out as soon as possible.
"Between love, between hate," he shuddered at the silence of the room other than his own musings, for he could hear the redhead's steady breathing penetrating the air. "Shake this silence back 'fore it's too late. And it haunts you, and it haunts you. It's a love-hate heartbreak."
After getting his pants back on Roxas went to his shirt, his heart still pounding in his chest, knowing he could wake up any minute. One side of him was hoping he would, then they could talk, maybe work something out. But his mind was just telling him to focus on what was ahead; the sooner he was dressed, the sooner he could leave.
After slipping his shirt on he tiptoed over to the redhead, facing him, observing the man in his sleep. The night with Axel had been so beautiful, so why couldn't he just stay? A big part of him was regretting what he was doing, knowing that a relationship as good as this could be fully what he needed. But at the same time he felt that it could be the death of him.
"This could be suicide." He reached out to brush those perfect red locks, his fingers gently grazing over them. "A kiss with these red knives. Why am I driving blind?"
And suddenly he felt a wetness trickle down his cheek. He didn't want to leave anymore. God no, that was the last thing he wanted. "I give back to you."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Try you on for size." This really could work, he thought to himself. He was just about to climb back into bed when another tear fell down his cheek. This one went unignored. "I thought boys don't cry." His heart was beating a million miles per hour, still stuck in that rut.
No. He can't stay. He just can't. There was no way it would work out. He hardly knew anything about this guy. He met him at a dance club, for crying out loud. "You're my perfect lie," he moved away from Axel's bedside, hell-bent on getting the rest of his clothes and then leaving. "I give back to you."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Between love, between hate, shake this silence back 'fore it's too late." He hurriedly moved to put his shoes on, his eyes scanning the room for his coat so that he could leave. No, he'd regret it if he didn't leave. "And it haunts you, and it haunts you. It's a love-hate heartbreak. Between love, between hate, shake this silent back 'fore it's too late. And it haunts you, and it haunts you. It's a love-hate heartbreak."
Slipping his jacket on and grabbing the remainder of his things, he stopped at the door once more before leaving. This was now or never. His last chance to get back into bed with the redhead and try to make something of this relationship.
And then he stirred. The sheets shifted, and out of fear Roxas hurried out the door before even giving it a second thought. "Between love, between hate, shake this silence back 'fore it's too late." Axel's face appeared in his mind, that loving look he got from his partner the night before. Why was he leaving that behind? He tried to will those piercing green eyes away. "And it haunts you, and it haunts you. It's a love-hate heartbreak."
He quickly ran down the stairs, not looking back once. He didn't want to see if Axel was following him. He didn't want to be reminded of this night ever again. He didn't want an excuse to turn around, abandon all logic, and try to make something work.
His lungs burned from his hurried pace as he ran outside, sucking in the cold morning air. Ignoring the sting he pressed on, intent on getting far away as possible. God, he was already regretting leaving! But it was too late to turn around now. The best thing to do would be to push it to the back of his mind and try to forget about everything.
"Between love, between hate, shake this silence back 'fore it's too late. And it haunts you, and it haunts you. It's a love-hate heartbreak!"
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
"Give it all away."
"Take it all the way."
And with that he turned around one last time to face the building, staring it down only for a split second before he faced the direction he was going, eager to get back home. As his feet hit the sidewalk the final tears forced their way out from behind his eyelids. As they trickled down his cheeks his fast-walk turned into a jog and then a sprint, the apartment getting farther and farther away until it disappeared from sight.
He knew he had done the right thing—the logical thing. But at the same time he was sure he hadn't.
The movement around the room roused Axel from his slumber, and the door quickly closing finally made him open his eyes. The spot in the bed occupied by Roxas the night before was now empty. He quickly sat up, his eyes worriedly scanning the room for any signs of the blond.
But all in vain. His clothes, his things, the blonde himself was gone without a trace. Not even a note present to give Axel the slightly hint of what was going on. All he had was a name and a face.
Axel laid back down in his bed, a sinking feeling in his stomach surfacing. He was so sure that Roxas had felt the same way he did. But apparently he had been wrong. The blonde left without so much as showing interest in what had happened between them last night.
It was so magical, beautiful, passionate. He had nearly gotten lost in those blue eyes of his, that small lithe body clinging to him in desperation as he took him. Axel had wanted to make things work out so that it was more than just a one-night stand. But now it was impossible. Sure, he could chase after him, but what would that do? Confirm to him that the blonde really wasn't interested in him.
He'd lived long enough to experience real heartbreak. God knows he never wanted to go through that again. But then…why…why was his heart aching so much?
Axel curled into a little ball in his sheets, feeling alone and powerless. No one would hear his silent sobs as he cried in anguish over his new lost love.
TBC
-And there you have it! Chapter 2! Or…I guess Act 1 Scene 2 since this is a musical. Though I haven't the slightest idea where I would end Act 1 and begin Act 2…
So here is your next chapter preview! Remember; I have to have the next chapter fully written when posting this one, so you can rest assured Chapter 3 is done and just needs authors notes and that I'll be working on Chapter 4 whenever I get the chance. Though being a sophomore in college and holding a job as a waitress gets kind of busy, so please be patient with me.
Act 1, Scene 3: Familiar Taste of Poison
"Then why…"
"I just don't think I'm ready, okay?"
And they had left it at that. But why had Roxas hesitated like that? He was sure that this was what he had wanted to do, and it wasn't like he was a virgin or anything. And sure, he loved her, right? So then why couldn't he?
By now it had been so long that Axel was no longer a part of his regular memory. It was so deep inside of him that he couldn't find the answer even if he wanted to. So now he was left confused as to why this was happening. He was constantly searching for an answer, questioning his everyday actions that had never raised suspicion before, but if there was any clue as to what had been going on then he was sure it would be found there.
And there you go! Just to clarify, this woman is NOT an OC. Please, I've been on this site long enough to know that y'all hate that.
So I guess I'll see you (hopefully more of you) in the next Scene! Read and review, over and out! -Nibzo-