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Chapter 4:
Back at the Mob Headquarters, Xaldin motioned for the other two to stay back as he knocked on the Boss' door and was beckoned in. Xigbar and Axel were told to wait outside, but Axel had taken his leave to take the young teen to a quiet room to let him recover from the shock. The silence wouldn't last for long as the sound of a chair breaking against someone was heard resonating throughout the hallowed halls.
"YOU IMBECILE! YOU IDIOT!! HOW COULD YOU RUIN SUCH A DEAL! I CAN BELIEVE YOUR INCOMPETENCE!!" the Boss shouted as he berated the man before him.
"I take all punishment that you dish out, Sir," Xaldin, without any regard for the pain coursing through his body, took the full blame for the fallen through deal.
"Get out of my sight before I kill you," the Boss' chest heaved, rose and fell, against the anger in his chest.
"Yes sir," Xaldin remarked as he walked out with a small piece of his pride and even what ego he had left hanging off of him in the form a slight sliver of blood trickling down his swollen lip.
Axel sat beside the bedside of the young boy as a he brushed a stray strand from his hair, but the sound of a young woman coming in, was enough to startle him as a woman with striking blonde haired that was pulled back into the style of the day walked in.
She held in her hands a cold wash cloth to place on the young man's face and even smelling salts if need be to arouse the young man from his fainting spell as she roughly pushed Axel out of the way.
"Time to wake up, kiddo," the young woman remarked as she shoved the smelling salts under his nose and the wash cloth over his face.
The minute the bottle was shoved under his nose, his senses kicked in as he quickly sat up, almost too fast as his head became to get dizzy and spin; he felt he was going to hurl onto the floor.
This was settled by the wet wash cloth being stuck into his mouth as another was planted against his face and he was forced to lie down and rest, "Don't let him get up, and I mean it!" the fierce blonde pointed an accusing finger at Axel.
"Fine, fine, I promise not to let him get up your Highness…Larxene," Axel mockingly sneered as he made a face at her from behind her back.
The man had either forgotten his brain and common sense in his other head or even in another pair of his pants, or maybe he had forgotten that in the room there was not only a mirror hanging over the bed but also on the back of the door. She saw this mockery as she turned and tossed a handful of daggers his way before she walked out, "Mock me will you? Hmph, you have a lot of nerve and I guess a lot of balls to be pulling something stupid," Larxene smugly shut the door behind her; leaving the idiot red head pinned to the wall.
"She surely doesn't like you," Roxas muttered as he held his head in his hands from the overwhelming smell of smelling salts playing and dancing inside his head.
"What would you know? You are just some nosey little brat who was in the wrong place at the wrong time," Axel started to make his escape off the wall.
Roxas grew silent as moved his hands from his face moved them to his knees as he hugged them against his chest and rested his forehead on his knees as he silently started to sob, but it was muffled. He didn't want to show this mobster the fact that in one way or another, the actions of the past moments had gotten to him, "Why…why did you…you…you monsters…"Roxas softly spoke through a tearful sob in his throat.
Axel was finally off the wall and was using the darts to pin them into the Dart board on the wall by the doorway, he tried to disregard the kid's words and sobbing cries, "It was just a job kid…it was liable to happen, one way or another, that's just the way life in a Mob World ruled way is," the final dart hit the middle of the Dart board, "You aren't born into this World knowing how to kill or without the commence decency and morals to know that killing someone under orders of someone else is wrong."
This was the way of the World and in this time, it was. Axel took the time to move over to the Dart board and remove the darts and place them in a drawer for later usage, maybe for a game, or something else. His eyes roamed back over to the blonde haired, blue eyed, teen and his heart seemed to leap and his mind seemed to be kicking him to go over and comfort the teen.
Other signs and signals were going off and telling him to just leave the kid alone, he would get over the tragedy soon enough, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid for some reason. He had been the same position almost 10 years prior, but, instead of a Mob man doing the killing; he, yes, Axel himself had been placed in the dirty position and standing to do the job.