Ch.3
Rolling Girl (arcane_madder)
Roxas had decided within the first twelve minutes or so of meeting Axel that he was not very fond of the guy. For one thing, the creep kept watching his every move with those bright toxic green eyes. When Roxas and Sora had went into the kitchen to prepare dinner a weird suffocating startling chill crept up the blondes spine making him drop the knife in his hand with a clatter against the chopping board. Whipping his head around the blonde looked to see Axel leaning against the door way in a relaxed pose just staring at him.
Of course when Sora asked him if he had wanted to help, Axel had responded with a cool no, his bright eyes never leaving Roxas's form making everyone that wasn't the red head feel awkward. If Roxas moved, Axel's eyes bounced after him in bright green fires. It just made Roxas feel icky.
Also Roxas couldn't figure out who in their right mind would dress the way Axel was. He wasn't asian! He had bright firey red hair that fell backwards in soft choppy like spikes, and he was tall and white. Did Roxas mention tall? The pale male was like some giant willow tree or something. Tall and oddly skinny, all sticks and angles. Like geometery, which the blonde hated. But to be fair Roxas couldn't really tell under all that baggy silk orinetal fashioned fabric. The blonde could understand if he was asian and wearing the outfit, but Axel just didn't even look close to it. Sure his eyes slanted up a bit, but more in a eygptian style then anything giving the male a slight cat look. Roxas inwardly scoffed, Axel was probably one of those weirdos that thought they were of a different culutre. What were they called again? Weeaboos. Yea. Axel was most likely a weeaboo.
Sure the slik traditonal asian garb was quite dashing on the redhead with is long bell sleeves that came past his long fingers, and soft greens and golden dragon stitching that brought out the intense coloring of Axel's eyes. Hell even the the weird fluffy emporer pants that tapered off into black shoes that accented Axel's unique look nicely.
But it was mainly the staring that made Roxas not like Axel. It was just creepy and unsettling, the blonde was beginning to wonder if it was because he was a human. He remembered reading stories about how dragons liked the blood of virgins. Growling to himself and shaking his head from side to side, Roxas as better of ridding himself of thoughts like that.
Fingers scratched at the back of Roxas's neck the little hairs there standing up at the staring contest Axel seemed to be having with his body. The blue eyed male was quite sure if his body was made of ice it'd of melted under all the intense watching. This whole silent staring...stalking whatever was getting to him.
"Sora, I'mma head out. I have to get home and cook over there. " Roxas called out to Sora who was supposed to be helping him get dinner started. But like normal the brunette was off in lala land watching T.V. leaving Roxas to do all the work. It had become a habit for the blonde human to come over and start dinner for Sora and Squall. Roxas being privy to Squall Leonhart shaking their old oven till the door fell off simply because he couldn't figure out how to set the baking heat. Both two males could barely boil water. It started out really with Sora asking Roxas to teach him how to cook, but ended up with the Leonharts having their own personal chef on mondays through thursdays. Sometimes Saturday morning if Roxas spent the night.
"Oh! Really? Is it that time already?" Sora gave a soft pout his soft baby blues looking up at a mounted wall clock.
"Yea it is." Roxas wiped his hands off on a red dish towel, ridding himself of chicken grease.
"Look, when the timer goes off just pull everything out of the oven. And all your side dishes just need to be warmed up." One of the blondes thumbs jerked to the island with a few pots sitting on it.
"Just six or seven minutes before the chicken comes out of the oven, put those on the burners and warm'em back up." Roxas's lips quirked in a grin as Sora goofily saulted him with two fingers.
"Where are you going?" Axel's voice called out as Roxas crossed the main living area towards the hallway into Sora's room. Those emerald eyes following his form the entire time. Roxas's brows lifted lightly in surprise, it was the second time Axel had spoken verbally to him.
"Home." Was the blonde's short reply as he came back through with his pack.
"Roxas, perhaps you should call Cloud to come get you. Its pretty late." Squall called out looking out the front window frowning at the dusk littering the air.
"Nah, Cloud is doing offical whatever stuff with Zack and won't be home for a day or two. Plus its only five." Roxas twittered waving his hand as he exited the home. The feel of two burning eyes not leaving him as Sora called out in his loud voice,"TEXT ME!"
Roxas took a deep breath of the dusky air, his favorite time of the day. Just something about the sun meeting the darkness called to the blonde. Sunsets and fireflies.
Stepping into the door way of his home, Roxas called out a hesitant greeting while setting his book bag down. The lights were off, and it was silent. Normally there was a T.V. on or Ventus's laughter echoing down the hallaways. Flicking on the hallway light, blinking his eyes to adjust to the suddenly bright light the blonde ambled his way into the kitchen kicking off his shoes.
"Guys?" Roxas called out again seeing a note stuck to the silver stainless steel fridge. Pulling it off his eyes glanced over the note in Namine's familiar elegant scrawl.
Roxas, Ventus and I won't be home until Sunday. Please take care of yourself, also Ventus left his room a mess. Don't go in there unless you want a new wound.
Love, Nami
A groan escaped the blonde's mouth as he crumpled the note in his fist. Couldn't they of called him? He would of stayed and ate with Sora! God thats why they invested in the phones anyways. Tossing the paper in the bin, the blonde shuffled across the foyer once more to turn on the T.V. for background noise. Sitting on the couch with a bored groan, the small teen stuck his hand in his pants pocket fishing out his phone. A sleek black device with white out painted on it to give it a checkered look. Sure Roxas could of spent the five bucks on a case, but why do that when Namine would do it for free?
Flicking the menu to light up, the messy haired blonde noticed he had two texts already from Sora. 'Huh I wonder why I didn't feel them.' The blonde pondered this a moment before opening up the texts.
Hey Rox, get home yet? it was quickly followed by , Rox, Axel keeps askin bout u.
The blonde's face blanched at the second one, ugh...the what the hell was up with that freak. Thumbing over the keys Roxas sent a quick reply.
Yea home, no one here atm. That guy is a creep. :c Pressing send, the blonde glanced at the T.V. a bit boredly before ambling back into the kitchen. A sandwich sounded nice. With some chips. Maybe the chips on the sandwich? Oh god it would be a date.
Roxas was in the process of choosing between kraft singles cheese, and some sliced pepper jack when his phone groaned against the counter. Tossing the pepper Jack back into the fridge he checked his text.
He not that bad. Never met a human before. That raised both of the slightly darker blonde eyebrows into his hair line almost. That did explain the staring, but still if he was going to help Sora show Axel around he'd have to knock back on the staring it was just not good behavior.
No shit? Anyway tell him not to stare so much. it rude. Ugh, something about texting then re-reading his texts made Roxas feel so preteen. Perhaps he could convince the eldest Strife brother to get him a full keyboard cell than the one he had now. It overworked his thumb to fully use the english language on a phone like his. Humming lightly to himself, the blond slapped on sun dried tomato turkey straight from the deli three days ago. It still smelled good, his stomach was quite pleased with the makings of this sandwich. He was shuffling through his cuboards going over the stock of chips when a deep hammering noise came from his front door.
The...fuck? Pulling out a bag of sour cream and onion chips, Roxas shuffled to the door.
"Who is it?" His hand went for the small sword stashed in a umbrella rack. Cloud was pretty paranoid, and had taught his younger siblings to never answer the door late at night alone with out being armed.
"Your teenage were...uh lion side kick." A smile cracked Roxas's face at Sora's voice. He fumbled with the door lock for a few moments, bag of chips held between his teeth. His baby blues landing on Sora as the door swung open, his face blanching as he took note of the tall presence behind him. Oh great, tall , weeaboo and creepy was with him.
"What brings...you to my home? I was going to see you two tommorrow." He unrolled the bag of chips as he motioned for the two to come in. For once the tall redheaded dragon's eyes seemed not to be focused on Roxas but checking out the house. His long slender nose visablly sniffing at the air.
"Figured since you were alone I'd come bring you my wonderful company?" Sora weedled, pouting up at the blonde as Roxas scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Sure I like you Sora...but I don't like him... Was what Roxas wanted to say but instead he just stuffed his mouth with a crisp chip.
"Well...go on into the living room. I'm making me a sandwich then I'll be there." Roxas shuffed back into the kitchen, Sora knew the way and he was sure he'd guide Axel just fine.
Eeeugh. A shudder rocked through Roxas as he thought about the creep wandering the house alone. No he wasn't going to let that happen. Adding a handful of chips to the top of his sandwich, pressing the top layer of bread to smush everything just the way he liked, Roxas joined Sora and Axel into the living room.
It had been a awkward of hour of watching some generic action movie before Roxas finally felt himself snap at the intese staring contest Axel had been giving his body.
"Stardust and Crackers!" A swear Namine instisted everyone use in the house instead of Jesus Christ, "Look guy, what the hell is your deal?" Furious blue eyes whipped to look at the pale male seated beside him on the long couch. A glaring contest of his baby blues versus his amused emeralds. But instead of Axel looking away ashamed or anything, he leaned closer. A grin spreading on his thin lips, almost too sharp looking teeth peeking out from under them. Warm breath fanning against his face, a smoke like scent to it.
"I am bothering you?" No shit sherlock. Roxas deadpanned in response mentally before retorting, "I don't know how they do it where you are from. But here, most humans don't enjoy being simply gawked at. It is creepy, rude and I'd like you'd to back the heck off."
"Roxas!" Sora's alarmed voice came from the floor, knocking some sense into the blonde. Oh shit. Thats right. He is a dragon. They used to eat people. Used to? They might still!
Rough nasal like laughter bubbled out of Axel's throat in sharp barks at Roxas's face draining of its little color. A ashen coloring as small droplets of sweat dotted his eyebrow making those large blue eyes flash brighter against its owners canvas.
"I see! Well then, I'll have to watch my peepers." Axel rolled back into the couch as if made of liquid, relaxing and looking pointedly at the screen.
Who the hell even says peepers anymore? A hand rested against his thudding heart, was he really that scared? Jesus he was a wimp. Good thing Ven wasn't here to see it. Or Cloud. He could handle Ven's teasing, but Cloud's dissapointment was different. Ugh.
The feel of the couch shifting brought a paranoid gaze to Axel, seeing him cross his legs and slouch to get more comfortable.
"Who is staring now?" A chuckle from the red head.
"Oh, yea. Just...those clothing. I mean. You aren't asian...and they look...really stiff." Roxas mumbled, voice trailing down into a whisper. Embrassed he'd been called out like that. But really all he did was glance, this creeper didn't have shit on him! Yet, he still...felt a little like a hypocrite.
"Oh, actually. Where I am from is considered to be part of Asia. These are formal robes yes, but I am supposed to act like a dignitary for my clan."
"But you don't look Asian!" Sora called out from the floor, rolled onto his belly with his darker blues looking at Axel in curiousity.
"Ah no, I am Russian."
"Russia...is in Asia?" Sora asked again, the confusion littering his voice.
"Just a part. I happen to be from that part."
...Wait what? A hurrid motion as Roxas fished his phone out of his pocket, dailing up to the internet and searching for truth to Axel's words. One quick google search later and Roxas learned something new.
"Dude that is so boss!" Sora called out, stuffing his face with a handful of chips from the bag he had pilfered from the pantry earlier.
"Glad ya think so," Axel snorted then, seeming to relax more. He wasn't sitting so stiffly anymore. Even throwing a long skinny arm across the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers not even half a inch away from Roxas's golden cowlicks. And Roxas found, he didn't mind that. With Axel not staring him down like a juicy stake, he wasn't that bad. Curling into his side of the couch, feeling warm and full, a content like state took the blonde in its hands.
It was quite later when Roxas found himself slowing coming awake. He felt so warm, it was making him sweaty and uncomfortable. He went to push the heavy blanket off of him, only to realize...he wasn't covered up. Or in his bed. A sleepy moment of trying to perice things together led to the realization that Roxas was pressed against something hard and insanely warm. Blue eyes locked onto golden stitching that was level with his eyes. And slowly, as if he was the stupid blonde bitch in a horror film, Roxas let his blue eyes travel upwards only to find two bright reptilian slitted green eyes staring back down at him.
Roxas just stared back. His mouth working to form words as his body quickly woke the fuck up. It was around 5am when Roxas woke up the neighborhood with a loud screech. A screech he would later deny ever happened, because men just didn't screech.
AN: I am sooooo sorry this took so long for me to write out. I just...wasn't feeling all that motivated, at all. So I dragged my feet about it. That and school, but to be honest I've been out of my uni since May. So...yea. Anyways, I hope the next chapter won't take me so long. Just I haven't felt the motivation to really write fanfiction in a while. Which is sad because I quite enjoy doing so I also apologize for spelling errors, I'm doing this all in word pad and generally at 3am at night. Maybe it is time for me to quit.