Hello again.

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So thanks to: Roxprincess741, BigBangluver and punklover68. Thanks. I hope you will all enjoy this story. :)

Disclaimer: I was really drunk when I wrote this part of the story, so...sorry for bad writing. Beside, I don't own a thing.

Warning: Blood, gore, murder, yaoi, death and more other stuff.

Last time on Kuro ame, tomoshibi dei:

Axel smirked and looked down at his camera as he started to walk to his car. At least now he had pictures, so he could see his blond. Even if there were not the real or living Roxas and only still paintings, taken for the moment. But thanks to those, he was now able to see Roxas as often he liked. The first thing he would do, when he got home was to load the memory card into his computer.

Besides, I will be able to see and talk with Roxas, every day he has school, from now on. He though.

And now the continue of chapter 3: Next ride

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At seven a clock, next day. Roxas walked at the same spot he and Axel had agreed to meet, the day before. He was tired. After he had almost slept over two hours during the day, yesterday. He hadn't been able to sleep well this night. He had woken up when his mom had found him sleeping. She had told him about her new job as a waitress at one of the town's hotels restaurants. She was very happy about it also for have found it so quickly. During the dinner most of the talk was about her new job. And not so much about his first school day. That was good, because he didn't have so much to tell about it. He didn't tell her that he had got a ride from Axel or that he was offered a ride, every day from him. Or that he had said yes.

She told Roxas, her working schedule. Apparently she had got a full schedule from Monday to Friday. She would start work at ten and stop at five or later, every day except Sundays and Saturdays. She sounded tired when she told her son that. 'It is hard work but at least it is a job.' She had told him.

When Roxas arrived to the spot Axel and Roxas agreed, he saw that the car was already there. The car windows were dark, so he couldn't see if anyone sat in the car or not.

Axel smirked when he saw Roxas walk towards his car, open the door and took a seat on the passenger seat.

"Good morning, Roxas" Axel greeted and smiled. Oh, how much he liked to say Roxas name. It made Axel feel like he had Roxas in his belongings. That the name was only for Axel to pronounce and demand.

"Good morning." Roxas said tiredly as he put his seat belt on. As Axel started the car and drove toward the city.

"You look tired, Roxas. Didn't sleep much last night?" Axel asked. He knew that Roxas had slept in the middle of the day, yesterday. So, he probably would have hard time to sleep that night. But he wanted to ask, just to hear that voice again.

Roxas rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, I fall asleep after I had come home yesterday and then had a problem sleeping later. How about you? You look tired as well."

That was true. Axel was tired as well. All night he had uploaded to his computer and looked at his photographs that he had taken of Roxas. While he had thought non-child-friendly thoughts that he wanted to do with the young blond. … And he had felt that feeling again. The feeling of something lost or forgotten, inside of him. "I guess I did." Axel chuckled.

Roxas started to meddle in is school bag. "Damn." He murmured quietly.

"What is it?"

"No it's nothing; I just forgot to do that homework I had to today."

"Oh, that sucks. What subject?" He glanced at Roxas, who was worried about what his math teacher would say. Aw, he looks so cute when he is worried. Axel though.

"Math."

Axel chuckled. "Ha, one of those subjects I hated. I was totally worthless at math during my school time. I don't remember how many times my math teacher was nagging at me that I needed to study more. But I never have seen the important to know how to calculate complicates equation, then those first easy ones."

Roxas smiled. "Really? I think the same. Math today is far more complicate than it has to be."

"If you want I can help you do your homework now."

"But you said that you were worthless at math?" Roxas stated and frowned.

"I was… during my school time. The older I got the better. I finish school with top grades. But I still think they have too many unnecessary chapters in the books that they teach out."

Roxas pulled out his math book from his backpack and a pen. Axel turned out to be very good at math. And was with his help, Roxas' homework was done in no time. Roxas was happy. No he didn't need to get any scowling from his teacher. And Axel was delighted.

"Thanks, Axel. That was really helpful."

Axel smirked. "Happy to help you, Roxas." And watched as Roxas packed down his book and pen in his backpack and closed it. "Something else you need help with? I'm good with history too."

"No, I'm good, thank you." Roxas said happily. Axel smirked only went wider. He loved the feeling how to see Roxas happy.

Even if the homework had taken some time. It was still a long ride until they got to the school. It was time for Axel to ask questions about Roxas, he was dying to know.

But what was he going to ask? There were so many questions Axel wanted answers to that he didn't know which one he would ask first. Maybe I should ask a natural question, before I get on what he likes and want to do. Axel though. He especially wanted to know if that Bitch, had seen them yesterday. Or wondered why Roxas was home earlier than the bus. But she probably hadn't seen them or found out. Or else Roxas wouldn't be in his car right now.

"Your mom didn't see us or suspect us or anything yesterday?" Axel asked and looked worried at Roxas, hoping that he would answer no.

"No, she wasn't home when I got there. She had got a new job that morning. And according to her schedule, she will work ten to five and won't be home until six, except for weekends."

"Oh." Yes! "That's a long time job. Every day, you said?"

Roxas nodded.

Great! Lucky that I got away before she got home. If she had seen me I would nev- Wait! Ten to five? That means that the house is empty while she at work and my sweet is in school.

Axel was overjoyed. This meant that after he dropped Roxas off, he could drive back. Get in the house and see all stuff he wanted to take pictures on. And then drive back and drive Roxas home.

"That means you get alone time when you home then?" Axel said as he tried to hide his joyfulness.

Roxas sighed. "Yep. But that's okay. I'm kind of use to the silence, since I grew up with that. Even if I don't like it much."

Axel felt sad for his Roxas. He knew Roxas didn't like when it was silent too long. But overjoyed at the same time. That meant he could watch Roxas, except on the weekends. Blast that, that woman didn't work on the weekends too. But then, Axel knew she could be called for work some weekend. And besides, he had all those hours on the weekdays, to look at Roxas. All those photos he could take and watch when he was home. All those opportunities to visit Roxas while that Bitch, wasn't home. And don't forget that he now could be able to see Roxas' room while none of them was home.

"You are smiling like that again."

"What?" Axel asked as he was taken from his thoughts about what he could and would do while he was in Roxas' room.

"You are smiling that smile again. Just like yesterday." Roxas remarked.

"Oh, I…Uh…I was just…Uh." Damn! Axel couldn't find any words. He saw himself in the rear-view mirror. That was that smile again. Just as the one he had yesterday. The smile that he only smiled when he was with his Roxas. Only on thinking of Roxas could that smile appear on Axel lips. Only his Roxas.

Roxas giggled. "Thinking of something funny?"

"You could say that." Axel smirked. "What's your favorite music, Roxas?

"Everything. I guess. I don't have any favorite bands or singer. What do you like?"

"All the same to me. I don't like music very much either." Unless there are the sounds of your silky voice. Or the screams you could make in bed. "What about movies? Something you like?"

"Well, my favourite movie is… well if I tell you. You can't laugh."

Axel smiled. "Of course not, Roxas. Tell me."

Roxas hesitated.

"What if I tell you my favorite movie first, would that be okay?" Axel said as he saw the blond nod. "You can't laugh about my movie neither." He said playfully.

Roxas laid his hand on his heart. "I promise."

"It's Child's play."

Roxas raised an eyebrow and looked at Axel . "Child's play? That is the one with the evil doll, right? What's so embarrassing to like that movie?"

"I don't know really. You know, evil, living doll, that kills people. Not many think that's a movie they would have as a favorite. Besides, if you do have a scary movie as a favorite movie, everyone thinks you're a freak, or something." Axel said. He noticed how he had said the word 'freak' in disgust and hoped that Roxas hadn't notice.

Roxas looked at Axel, put his hand on Axel shoulder and said seriously. "I don't think that, Axel."

Axel was smiling that smile again. Roxas. His beautiful blond didn't think him as a freak. And his hand was on his shoulder. His Roxas was touching him for the first time! Axel felt a joy rush through him. Oh, how he wanted Roxas to hold his hand there the whole trip, but eventually Roxas took back his hand putted it on his own knee. Even how empty it now felt without Roxas' hand on his shoulder, Axel smile didn't disappear. "Now tell me yours."

Roxas blushed slightly and closed his eyes. "It's…it's the princess bride."

Axel saw that Roxas was blushing. He looked so cute. "What's so embarrassing to like that?" Axel said, using the same words Roxas had. "I have only seen it once, but I liked that movie"

"Well, no. It isn't so embarrassing to like the princess bride. But now days, everyone who like a romantic movie is either a girl or gay."

"Are you gay?" Axel looked at Roxas. Roxas cheeks turned red. Not really knowing what he would like for an answer from Roxas. The question had just popped out from his mouth. Fuck! He must now think I sort of a pervert! Why did I say that! Please, say something. Just break the silence! Axel though and hoped their silence would be broken. It seemed like minutes, were actually only three seconds.

"I don't know." Roxas answered, still blushing. "I hope you don't feel… wired with that I don't know." Roxas said, hoping that Axel wouldn't get mad and confess that he have homophobia.

God must have heard his pray, because Axel started to laugh instead. "You want to know, Roxas? I don't know myself either."

Roxas joined Axels laugh and they both started to talk about other stuff instead. Both happy that neither of them seemed tense after that question.

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Axel watched as Roxas went into the school. After a wonderful conservation, rest of the way, they had arrived to Roxas' school. Roxas thanked for the ride and ask if Axel would still be up to give him a ride home too. "You can bet that, Roxas. See you at three." Axel smile disappeared as he saw Roxas slowly walk in the school building and leave Axel's view. God, he already missed the blond.

But then he remembered what Roxas had told him. His mom was working and Roxas was in school. That meant that the house was now empty.

Axel had now two choices. Either wait outside Roxas' school, there he had no chance to see or be with Roxas during the whole day, until he quieted. Or he could drive to Roxas' house, break nicely in, with no proof that somebody has been there and go through Roxas' stuff and take pictures.

Axel smirked. Of course with his curiosity he simply couldn't stay away that opportunity. Axel started the car and drove away.

He parked his car were Roxas' mom used to park hers. And stepped out of it and walked to the house. It was warm, sunny weather, but it was blowing cold so Axel grabbed his jacket with him. First he had to find a good way to get into the house. He could try the same way he had when he first had broken into the house months ago, but then the window had been open. Axel went around the house and cheeked every window on the first floor. But all of them were locked. He went toward the woods, there he had hidden the ladder and placed it so he could get to the veranda on the second floor. Up there he checked every window he could reach, but to his wretchedness, none of them were unlocked. Axel closed his eyes as he tried to remember every room and way in that house, to think out a passage to get in.

He snapped his fingers. The basement window, he hadn't checked there yet. He went down the ladder. The window was hidden behind some bushes, on the back side of the house and the window was slender, but it enough space for him to get in. And as he though the window was unlocked. He opened the window and thanks that he was slim; he got in without any major problems. The basement was dark, but thanks to the sun he was able to see the stairs that led into the first floor to the hall.

Oh, yes that brings the memories back. The blood from the mother, stained all over the kitchen, while she was begging for mercy. And the husband, that scream in horror when he had come home and saw his wife cold, dead body on the kitchen floor. Oh, how he had screamed and cried when he saw the kitchen covered with his wife's blood. Axel had been hearing all about it and been enjoying it, while he had been hiding in a hall closet. Then the man had stopped his cry and had been running upstairs to check the children, which lay dead, with their throats slits open, in their beds. Axel had heard him scream, upstairs when he had found them. After that, he had heard the man running down the stair. Probably to call the police or escape the house. And it was then, Axel had made his move. As soon the man had come down, Axel had stepped out of the closet and with a bat in his hand he had struck. The husband hadn't even noticed that someone was behind him before Axel had swung the bat and knocked him out. After that, Axel had tied the unconscious man to one of the kitchen chairs, and tied him with some rope he had found in their basement, and had poured some water on him to wake him up. Then, he had started three hours of torture.

Axel chuckled of the memory. Enjoyed once again of the memory how the man had begged and cried for him to stop. Axel laughed harder. Then stopped and went completely silent. That was the thing that had been bothering him for the last few days. He hadn't filled his whole of emptiness of killing someone for a while. That had been the first reasoned why he had checked this house, that night.

That night, he had seen his beautiful, sweet Roxas.

Axel sighed a soft sigh as the picture of the blond came to his head. Ah, that cute, lovely, pretty, angel Roxas. And that's why he had broken in to the house in the first place. Pushing all of his other feelings and thoughts away. Axel hurried up to Roxas room. As Axel stepped in the room, he took in a deep breath to inhale Roxas smell. It smelled sweet and a little vanilla. Axel discovered a vanilla-candle on Roxas shelf among many other things. His books, some movies, an old vase, cartoon magazines, and some photographs of Roxas and his mom. Axel smiled as he picked one of the photographs up; it was taken of Roxas, when he was on a beach, in only a pair of blue, bathing-trunks. Sitting on the beach on a towel, showing all of his naked upper body. Ah, his body looked absolutely perfect. Those pink nipples and his smooth body. Axel looked at the picture for a while.

This picture.

He wanted it.

Could he take it? Would Roxas notice if it was gone? Would he suspect anything that someone had been in the house if he did?

Axel smirked. Of course not!

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When the clock was almost thirteen–thirty. Axel went out of the house, the same way he had gotten in. He had been there for hours. Being in his room, breathing in that sweet scent of Roxas. He had been through the blonds wardrobe and had seen and touched every of his garment and smelled it. When he discovered the Roxas' underwear, he had almost lost it. It had been so tempting to just take one pair. But he didn't. No, one souvenir had to be enough. After hours of touching, smelling and beholding, tried to memorize it all, into his memory, he had to go to pick up Roxas. Even if he wanted to spend and eternity in this paradise, he had to go. Being in this room, made Axel blissful, but being with his Roxas, made him happier than anything. As he left he had made sure not to leave any evidence, that he had been in there. Everything he had touched, he had putted back at the exact same place.

Except, for the photo. Yes, the photo he was going to keep to himself.

Before he took the car and drove away. He grabbed the ladder and put it in the woods, hiding it behind the bushes, again. As he did that, he remembered, that little problem he had.

The overwhelming hunger, he had inside of him. The hunger for blood and fearful screams.

As he gazed up at the house, he grinned. He knew just the way to feed that hunger.

Hope you liked it. As I said before. I was REALLY drunk, when I wrote this chapter. But I hope you liked it anyway.

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