Settle –Chapter Two-

She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys

The time flew by, the steaming food had been layered over the cherry oak table, bowls piled with mashed potatoes, corn, sweet peas, and a few plates of spiced chicken and pork. The chairs that circled the table were all occupied, except one. The two blonde heads were bowed into the circle, yet Sora sat straight back in his chair, cerulean eyes gazing forward in a broken daze. Almost coma like, it seemed like. Mumbled words were slurred into the silence as the brunette slumped down into his seat, looking uninterestedly to the food in front of him. He didn't feel like eating. In fact, he felt sick.

The first blonde sat back, his broad shoulders leaning slightly back as his cyan eyes turned to his younger brother. "Sora?"

The brunette immediately turned towards the new voice, his thoughts finally grounded from their roaming. He said nothing, but gave his brother the full attention that he had been longing for.

The second blonde sat up, her frail pale face glancing to the elder as well, her bright eyes shining with the twilight that stone through the windows. Her sighs were eminent, slow and easy as she pulled her slender arms forward to pile small amounts of food.

"Would you check on Roxas," Cloud's voice was soft and concerned, he hadn't seen the younger blonde the entire three hours he had been home so far, and he felt somewhat estranged from him. All he wanted was to welcome him home, to at last be a family again. "please." He added it quick at the end, hoping not to seem to forward. But, Sora hadn't seemed to keen into eating at the moment any ways.

"Sure," Sora pushed himself away from the table, his chair roughly squeaking against the wood floor. His feet made contact to the cold floor, and even though he still had on a pair of navy blue socks the freezing ground made him shiver in return. The hallway was silent, making his way through the first floor, past the study and the playroom that he, Roxas and Namine had played in when they were younger, yet it had been remodeled into a drawing room for his sister. The stairs swirled over the opening of the foyer, the wooden steps covered three feet in the middle with a long ornate rug that ran up the length of the staircase. He grabbed lightly at the railing with his right hand, pulling it slowly along as he climbed to the second floor.

The final floor was booming with music, the echo beating at the walls like drums, the base of a band's droning tune. He could follow the tune, passing his own door and stopping in between Roxas' and the last of the hallway. He couldn't remember the last time this door had been opened, how many times had he passed this door in his morning routine, and not stopped to think of how it had once been occupied with someone he loved?

He stopped to think for a minute, pressing his palm to the wood, feeling the grains that meshed with his fingertips. "…De…" The music ended. Of course, his thoughts were littered into daydreams, and he made no realization of the new silence. "…De…"

"Sora?" He spun around at the silence-shattering moan of a voice.

The blonde stood in his own doorway, his shirt was off, sweat glistening on his stomach, his hair tousled. The brunette would have though he had been doing something nasty in the past few hours if his face didn't say it all. His face was lifeless, dark rings under his bright blue eyes dazedly fell on his twin.

"Roxas!" Sora flew back from the doorway, his eyes traveling over the blonde, his breath racing, he hadn't even noticed approaching footsteps. "…Uh…Cloud…he wants…you to come down to…"

"I'm not hungry." His voice was cut and simple, a monotone example of his usual drone. With that, he shut his door and left the brunette confused and alone once again to his own company.

Sora turned slowly back to the door. "Why'd you leave?" He inquired to no one in particular, yet the silence left him wondering, where in the world was he?

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Yet again the music threw itself from the blonde's speakers once again, the blaring tones drowning out any and all other music. This made him feel so alone. He dropped himself back to the ruby sheets, now drenched in his sweat of so much tossing in his thoughts. His eyes gazed at the ceiling, his breath hitched. Footsteps. He heard them coming closer.

He thought nothing of it, the normal for a house with a now four-person family.

He let the lyrics of the music drone along, they seemed to speak through him as he fingered the razor blade that dangled in his hand.

Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that make-up
What's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out first hand what it's like to be me

He closed his eyes once again, running his hands over the bed spread, dropping the blade in the creases of the sheets and loosing it somewhere n between reality and daydream. His hands came across something he hadn't touched in so long. A needle. He smirked internally, it had been so long since he had held this piece of his past. He could still see the reddened dots that lined his forarm, as he held it to his pale blotched skin so many years ago.

Footsteps again, this time, they were closer.

"Sora!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, yet the echo of his voice seemed so distant. "Sora, Go away! I told you I'm not hungry."

A chuckle. That made him mad. Who was that stupid brunette to laugh at him. His blood was once again boiling. "Sora! Go Awa…"

His body stopped as soon as he saw who was in front of him. His breath hitched, his body shook. He couldn't be here. He wasn't here.

He was…

"Goodevening, Roxy." His normal smirk played across his features as he grinned down, pulling the younger blonde into a tight hug.

He couldn't be here. He wasn't able to be here. He was dead! "…Ax…" He choked, unable to breath. "…Ax." His eyes shut, his breathing regulated. He was out cold. His sight went black, he was finally alone again.

"Axel." The elder smirked, pulling his lifeless body into his arms like a bride as he set him back to the red comfortor. "Get it memorized, Roxy." He smiled, laying down next to the blonde, holding him delicatly in his arms. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so happy. The warmth of the small blonde was wonderful on his freezing skin. It smelled once again how he liked it, slightly like cinnamon and spray paint for some odd reason. But even as weird as they were, he loved every second with his beauty. His Roxas.

"Now." The group's attention was gathered once again as they sat down, and the tall tan man stood to speak. "This is not where we belong, and that is why, with the Comet Oblivion, we will make our decent into our own world." He smiled, bright pearl-white teeth rowed themselves between light peach lips. "And in our world, our godlike nature will be honored, not shunned as we have come to understand."

He sat back, opening himself to the crowd. "Please, present yourself, and why you are here tonight. For we all know of our extra-ordanary abilities."

He turned first to the long haired man next to him, he had dark black sideburns and matching eyes, his brows furrowed as he stood. "Xaldin, for the little newcoming blonde." He took a breath, glancing over the eyes that were watching him. "I control air of all things, as it seemingly drifts around you, little boy, I could kill you on the spot,"

Roxas bit back on his lip, he could see his distress. He could feel it. He was scared.

The next few rose, this time an older man, his left eye covered in a rough eyepatch, and the graying streaks in his hair made him look far older than he actually was. Axel could tell from his pockets that he was well equipt with at least two pistols. "Xigbar." He grinned at Roxas this time. "I move without the eye seeing…like teleportation, I s'pose."

Roxas nodded, giving that he understood, this was his first time to the meeting as a full member, and Axel wanted this to be memorable for him.

The next to stand, was a emote to what the blonde could tell. His dark gray eyes half hidden by his indigo bangs and lightly circled in black eyeliner. He looked as if he would be this lifeless even at a spring break outing. "Zexion." His voice was stern and stoid, leaking emotion already, the words seemed to suck back in when they had already escaped. "If he really needs to know, Xemnas, then he can figure out later." His last commet was dripping with malice,

"Now, Zexi…" Demyx spoke up this time. His voice was still nice, but it had a certain order to it.

Zexion's cheeks immediately heated, and the redhead could help but snicker as he watched Zexion try to hide it and duck back to his seat. Demyx smiled at his achievment and watched as the next member stood.

The forth man was older, he had bright green eyes that glanced eagerly around the room, finally stopping at the pink haired boy seated next to Axel's eye candy, He had blonde hair, the bangs pulled down in front of his ears. "Vexen." He was hard to hear, but his voice was sort of eclipsed by a head cold. "Ice." No wonder he had a cold, he probably always talked like that.

'I could probably warm Roxy up if he ever had a cold…' The redhead snickered to himself. Oh how he just wanted to grab the blonde and hold him down right then and there.

Roxas, in the short time that Axel had know him, was becoming his life…

…and now, Roxas was his death as well.

Tongue-tied and oh-so squeamish
You never fell in love
Did you get what you deserve?
The ending of your life
And if you get to Heaven
I'll be here waiting babe
Did you get what you deserve?

He wanted more…

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The dinner table was silent; Namine spooned quiet bits of mashed potatoes into her thin mouth. She glanced down, as her brunette brother was welcomed back to the uninteresting conversation that Namine and Cloud had been having.

Sora sighed, his breath hitching as he slumped back into his chair. "He's depressed. Far more than I can see, probably."

Depressed. That was it.

Since Roxas had left Twilight town far behind, his emotions had taken a drastic turn for the worse. Someone needed to save him.

After all is said and done
Climb out from the pine box
Well I'm asking you
'Cause she's got nothing to say
The angels just cut out her tongue

[End Chapter Two

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Well, here it is, even though I just got back from Volleyball practice, and I feel like CRAP…that's besides the point. So…many…suicide drills…drops to floor Please review? Make my hurting worth it…Still. Poor Axel… Thanks to those of you who have put my story on alert, hope this chapter is up to par. Songs are Time to Dance, The End, Dead!, and Hang 'Em High, respectivly.