In case you couldn't tell, it switches from Axel POV to Roxas POV. Enjoy.

Chapter 2 – He Doesn't Look a Thing Like Jesus

Saix and I always used to take walks in the park when I got cravings. It always helped me to clear my mind to walk with Saix holding my hand, telling me stories. I can't believe he's been gone for five months. Today I found myself sitting in his blue McLaren (1). He left that to me as well, but I still hadn't been able to drive it. I just couldn't without him by my side. I really wanted to cry for him, I just couldn't, I just can't cry anymore. Then my mind landed on drugs. So I came to the park, there would never be a sweet voice comforting me with stories again, but I still had the memories. They would have to do.

After walking around the park for Gods know how long, I decided I wanted to visit the bench Saix and I met at, and occasionally had very public displays of fucking. I smiled at that, it was my idea, Saix was very reluctant, but in the end he couldn't resist me. We actually got arrested for it once, much to his parents' displeasure, but it didn't stop us. Gods, I miss him so much.

As I neared the bench I noticed someone had beaten me to it, so I settled for leaning against a nearby tree while I watched the small blond. There was so much pain in his face, I felt bad for him. He looked like I looked when I finally realized there was something wrong with me. I couldn't take my eyes off of him; I couldn't help but want to help him. It seemed like I was compelled to do it.

Is this how Saix felt the first time he saw me? I just stood, watching him, feeling a bit like a stalker, for nearly two hours. He had taken out a bag of coke and was staring at it. Funny, he looked sober, yet he had a bag of coke. The he started crying. It broke my heart to see this beautiful blond teen, who reminded me so much of myself, crying over a bag of coke. I started to walk towards him, I was about 98% sure he was sober. If that was true, I didn't want him to open that bag. Almost as soon as that thought crossed my mind he ripped the bag open.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" I asked.

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I looked up from the bag in my hands at the voice. It was a beautiful voice, but I couldn't get the image in focus. I could tell he was a man by the voice, and despite the darkness that had fallen, I could tell he had big red hair and was very tall. I felt something warm and wet fall down my face and realized why I couldn't get his image focused. Quickly wiping all traces of tears from my face and eyes, I took another look at him.

My God, he was gorgeous. His red hair spiked all around his face and his green eyes seemed like they saw all the way through to your soul. His pale skin was almost luminescent in the moonlight, which showed off the upside down teardrop tattoos he had under each eye. He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but his eyes tell me he wants to 'save' me, yeah good luck, red.

"What do you care?" I hissed at him. A smirk, a sexy smirk, covered his previously saddened face.

"I don't want you to do something you'll regret." He sat down next to me, without even being invited, how rude. "My name's Axel, commit it to memory."

"I didn't ask, so why would I bother memorizing it?" I asked lazily.

"Good point. I just think that sometimes you need to talk to someone that understands. And sometimes it's easier to talk to someone you don't know."

"And telling me your name helps me not know you." I asked skeptically

"Do you? Do you think you know me?"

"You're probably some sort of cop here to arrest me, or a shrink who thinks he can help me."

"If a cop saw me he'd probably arrest me, and a shrink would probably commit me. I mean look at me, I just scream loony bin escapee. But I won't say I don't want to help you, and I'm not dense enough to think I can. I just thought I'd offer you a stranger to talk to, someone who won't judge you, who'll just listen. So, I'll ask you again, are you sure you want to do that?" He pointed at the bag in my hands. The truth was, no, I didn't want to do it, but since when does what I want mean anything.

"Does it matter? My wants mean nothing."

"They mean everything. You are the only person who can truly save you. Someone else may be able to help, but you have to want to be helped. Therefore you're wants are all that matter. So what do you want?"

"I don't want to be a druggie, I want my friends and family to like me, I want to like me." I confided in the gorgeous stranger.

"So what are you going to do with that bag?"

I'm gonna throw it out. No, I won't be able to. I handed the bag to him and his eyes widened a bit. "Get rid of it," was all I could say.

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"Get rid of it."

Yes, I'm getting somewhere. His cerulean eyes were practically begging me to help him. I nodded at him, placing the bag in my coat. This was headed for the sewers. I promised Saix I would stay clean and I planned to keep that promise. "So do you want to talk to me?" I asked carefully.

"No, I want to go home." He got up to leave.

"Hey kid, if you do want to talk I'll be at this bench every night." I called hoping he would take me up on the offer. Saix had really helped me and I really wanted to help this blond. I wanted to get to the bottom of him and save him, just like Saix save me.

As soon as I got home I dumped all the bag's contents into the toilet and flushed it. Then I threw the bag away and laid down in mine and Saix's bed. His smell was gone now. I did all I could to keep as much of his smell around as I could but it was useless, time was erasing him. So every day I used his brand of toothpaste and mouthwash, his brand of shampoo and conditioner, every once and a while I used his cologne, and I smoked his brand of cigarettes, or used to, I quit a month ago. I was trying to quit when Saix took a turn for the worse. I kinda just gave up on quitting at that point.

For the first time in months, however, I found I had something to look forward to. Blondie was going to have to get used to me. I was gong to make him my business whether he wanted it or not.

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"Hey Rox, why are you walking funny?" My younger brother Sora asked. He's two years younger than me and my parents favor him. In fact, my dad doesn't even invite me to his house. Sora has to go every other weekend, but me, no, he doesn't want to see me and I can't blame him. I wouldn't want to see me either. By the way, my parents are divorced. I used to protect Sora from all the yelling, then I'd go out and get high, that's how this all started.

"What do you mean, Sora?" I played stupid. It's not like I want him to know the truth. 'Oh, you mean this limp. I let Seifer shove his dick up my ass repeatedly for a bag of coke. Then I gave it to a red-haired freak. But you're supposed to stay innocent to all of this, so pretend I didn't say anything.' No, that wouldn't work.

"You're limping, Roxas." Sora insisted.

"No I'm not. Leave me alone So, I'm having a bad day."

"Well it's gonna get worse 'cause mom wants a family dinner before I leave tomorrow for dad's house." Sora said sheepishly.

"Goddamnit!" I cursed.

"See you at dinner!" Sora ran off. Wonderful, a dinner with my brother and mother, which means awkward conversations and awkward silences. Not to mention I would probably start crying again as soon as I reached my room.

Well dinner wasn't as bad as I thought. Mom mostly talked to Sora while I silently picked at my food. Surprisingly I managed to stop crying by the time I went to dinner, although I probably looked like shit after crying so long. During dinner my thought went to that red head in the park, damnit what's his name? Oh well.

"Roxas!" Mom yelled, making me jump out of my thoughts.

"Jesus Christ, what!" I yelled back.

"Don't say the lord's name in vain. I asked you why you told your friends you were in rehab; I had a good cover for you?"

"Friendships based in lies don't often work out." I said lazily and sunk back into my own thoughts. After a few more minutes of silent thought I looked up from my plate to see that Sora had left and it was just me and Mom. Shit!

"So what did you do today?" Mom asked suspiciously.

"I went out with Sora and our friends."

"After that." Her voice took on a cruel tone.

"I took a walk in the park."

"Cut the shit Roxas. Sora told me you talked to Seifer. I know what that kid went to Juvie for. You bought drugs didn't you?" She yelled.

"No…"

"Don't lie, your eyes are all red, you look like shit, and no one's seen you since lunch!"

"I didn't do any drugs, nor did I buy any, I don't have money." Technically that's not lying, right? I didn't do them, and I didn't pay for them, at least not with money.

"Get out of my house." She said quietly.

"What?!"

"Get out of my house!" She yelled.

"You can't…"

"You're eighteen years old, yes I can. Now get out of my fucking house!" She screamed grabbing my arm, dragging me to the door and throwing me out. I threw my arms out to catch my fall, scraping them badly, I left a blood stain. My knee was throbbing from the impact. Great! I'm crying again, but not from the physical pain. I didn't do anything wrong, the redhead convinced me to 'Just say no'. Why am I being kicked out? I looked up at her cold eyes and she slammed the door closed.

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Awww, poor Roxy. Maybe a certain redhead can make him feel better. Anyway, sorry for that cliffhanger ending. I don't know when I'll update again. Hopefully soon.

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