"Roxas!" Namine opened her arms in a wide hug, which quickly enveloped her younger brother, and held him so tightly he thought he was going to stop breathing. "I'm so happy to finally have you home again."
"We've missed you so much, kiddo." His father chimed in, and Roxas beamed up at him. His mother just stood there smiling and crying, and for a moment he thought that she was going to have some sort emotional break-down.
"I'm really glad to be back. I missed you all so much." His throat constricted and tears stung his eyes, but he promised himself that he wouldn't cry.
"So fess up, little brother." Namine muttered, nudging Roxas gently. "What was it like? Living with that creep."
--
"Wake up, I said!" Axel yelled, all but whipped a pillow at Roxas's head. The blonde opened his eyes and gasped, praying that he would magically disappear. He wasn't very lucky.
"Jesus Christ, kid." Axel muttered, shoving a cigarette in his mouth without lighting it. "You sleep like a damn rock."
Roxas groaned and buried his face in his pillow, and a muffled 'Leave me alone.' could just be distinguished. Axel, in response, frowned.
"No. Now get your lazy ass out of bed. We're leaving." Roxas blinked and rolled over on his side, giving the redhead a half curious, half hopeful expression.
"What do you mean, 'leaving'?"
"I mean we need to get out of here." Axel replied, rolling his eyes. He walked over to the small closet and pulled out a suitcase, began stuffing any article of clothing he found in it, be it his or Roxas's.
"Why?"
"Why should I tell you?" Just as the suitcase about reached its limit, Axel decided that he wanted to light his cigarette simultaneously zipping the case up. He groaned in frustration a few times before giving up on the suitcase and taking a long drag of his cancer stick.
Roxas blinked. "Where are we going?"
"Away from here."
"Is this even a smoking room?"
"Okay, look." Axel fixed Roxas with a leveling stare (which, in Roxas's opinion, was pretty damn scary) and let his cigarette hand limply in his mouth. "Get your ass out of bed, pick up your clothes that I just bought for you, put them in a suitcase, and be ready to leave."
Roxas opened his mouth to retort, but at that moment chose to shift his position and was reminded of the pain in his ass. He groaned, vivid memories of the previous night coming back to him in a rush, and nodded. "Okay."
Axel nodded. "Good." With that he resumed fighting with the suitcase.
--
An hour later, Roxas was washed, and dressed. He hadn't been fed the entire time he was with Axel, and his stomach was starting to complain loudly from the lack of sustenance, but having quickly learned his lesson he didn't dare say anything to the redhead.
Axel had ditched the Chevy in favor of a black Lexus. It wasn't anything special, but it was sleek and wasn't nearly as conspicuous 1967 powder blue Chevy. Also, the blonde noticed that his captor had less than elegantly replaced whatever the old plates had been with new, Michigan plates.
"Michigan?" Roxas muttered. He was being held uncomfortably close to Axel's side, the redhead's arms securely around his shoulders. Apparently, he had told the motel manager that Roxas was his oppressed lover trying to escape domineering parents. However, the blonde new just as well as the redhead that the reason was so that he wouldn't try to run away.
"Don't sound so surprised, kid." Axel muttered. "We're going to visit your dying grandmother."
"But don't you think my domineering parents might be there?" Roxas whispered, grinning. In response, Axel glared at him.
"Shut up. Just because you know the general area we're going to be doesn't mean you're going to be able to escape. Good luck if you can figure out the city."
They arrived at the car, and instead of popping the trunk to put their bags in, Axel led Roxas around to the passenger side of the car and opened the back door. He took Roxas's one bag from the blonde's hand and threw it in the car, along with his two.
"Get in the car." He commanded as soon as the door was shut. "If you try anything stupid, I swear to God I will mow you over with this thing."
"In the middle of a busy motel parking lot?" Roxas raised an eyebrow and smirked, but it didn't have quite the reaction he was looking for. Instead, Axel shrugged.
"Tell people it was an accident. You were being contrary, I was trying to catch up to you, and stomped on the gas pedal instead of the break. Oops."
Roxas swallowed, but still didn't get in the car. He knew he was probably pushing his luck, and he knew that he would probably have to pay for this later, but at that moment he didn't care. "What kind of a hostage is a dead one?"
"I said I'd mow you over." Axel answered simply, pausing before he climbed into the driver's side of the car. "I never said I'd kill you."
--
The ride was a long one. Wherever they had been, it was taking them a hell of a long time to get to Michigan. Roxas was slumped against the passenger side window, the soothing sounds of Chopin's Nocturnes serenading him to sleep (Axel had been too lazy to take the CD out and turn on the radio, and he told Roxas not to get his fingerprints all over everything).
Just as they merged onto I-80 entering Wyoming, Roxas was struck with another pang of hunger. He drew his knees up to his chest and groaned, and Axel glanced over him quickly after cutting off another driver.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, a little less than sensitively. Roxas shook his head.
"Its nothing."
"I doubt that."
Roxas shook his head again. "Forget about it. I'm fine."
Axel snorted. "Kid, I'm giving you one last opportunity to tell me what's wrong with you. If you don't, you're going to have to wait until we get to Michigan to have it taken care of. Take your pick."
Roxas sighed and shrugged. "I'm hungry, I guess."
"You're hungry you guess?" Axel chuckled. "When's the last time you ate?"
Another shrug. "I don't know. A few days ago, I think."
Axel clicked his tongue. "Yeah, I guess I've been a little preoccupied…" They were both silent for a moment, and Roxas thought Axel wasn't going to do anything about it when the redhead spoke again.
"Do you like Burger King?"
Roxas turned his head away from the window and looked at Axel, who had his eyes fixed on the road but was periodically glancing at his blonde captive. "I guess so. I'm not really big on fast food, but you know what they say. Beggars can't be choosers."
Axel nodded. "Alright. I'm not sure, but I think there's a Burger King or a Subway coming up here at the next stop. If there is, what do you want?"
Roxas blinked. Yeah, this behavior was slightly uncharacteristic of the kidnapper-gone-rapist, but he had only known the guy for three days. Who was he to judge? "If it's Burger King, I'd like a Whopper with fries and Mountain Dew, but if it's Subway I'd like a Subway Melt on Italian Herb and Cheese with American cheese and lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and banana peppers."
Axel glanced at the blonde with raised eyebrows and chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, could you be a little more specific? I didn't quite get what you were saying."
Roxas shrugged. "You asked me what I wanted, so I told you."
Axel snorted. "Alright. Whatever."
--
Once they were parked in front of the Subway that was indeed off the next exit, and grinned and leaned over to press his ears to the shell of Roxas's ear. "If you try anything," He whispered, grinning. "Well…you've been told this enough to know what I'll do to your family."
His lips traveled downward and he took the lobe of the blonde's ear between his teeth, teasing it gently. Roxas closed his eyes and exhaled, reminding himself who it was that was doing this to him (because he couldn't deny the fact that it felt good) and reminded himself that he was never let this creep pleasure him.
"Okay." He whispered. He felt Axel grin, and soon enough he was out of the car and the doors were locked behind him.
Roxas sunk down low in the front seat, stretching his legs out into Axels' seat, closing his eyes. He hadn't seen his family in three days, two nights (in counting) except for in his dreams, and he didn't know when the next time would be when he did see them. He didn't know if he would be killed when he stopped being useful to Axel.
Without his consent, his body curled into a fetal position and he could feel salty tears rolling down his eyes. A soft series of whimpers broke from him throat, which eventually grew into full fledged sobs.
He didn't know how long he was curled up like that, but it must have been a while. His whimpers which had grown into sobs died back down into whimpers, and once he had quieted down significantly he felt a hot, very good smelling paper bag press against his face.
He blinked his eyes open with a soft gasp and looked up, and Axel was sitting at the driver's seat tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "If you're done with the water feature, I'd really like to get going."
Roxas just sat there for a moment, looking at him in shock (really wondering how the hell long he had been there and why he hadn't heard the car door open and why Axel hadn't said something about his crying) before sitting up and taking the bag.
"Thanks." He muttered, his voice hoarse. He pulled sub out of the bag and carefully unwrapped it and, surprise surprise, it was a Spicy Italian.
Roxas must've made some sort of sound, because Axel glanced over at him in mock surprise and smacked himself on the forehead. "Oh, my bad. You asked for a Subway Melt, didn't you? Ah…I must've been ordering for myself. Damn."
He took half of Roxas's sub and stuff it in his mouth, but the blonde just sighed and began eating. "You know what they say." He muttered in between mouthfuls. "Beggars can't be choosers."
A/N: Okay. I know that this was a really cheesy way to end the chapter. But I was watching Law and Order: SVU and I was kinda distracted. xD I know that this is just like, an uber filler chapter, but oh well. It had to happen, but it might as well be at the beginning. Urm...I don't know if I'm going to mention where they came from in later chapters, so I might as well tell you. Reno, Nevada baby. ;D
BTW! Thank you guys sooo much for the awesome reviews. They mean soooooooo much to me, and its where I get half of my inspiration. xD So keep it up. I could really use the motivator. ;P Love you all!
~Sara