Well, just wanted to make a note that I rated this story mature for a reason. (And not just for the begining of this chapter either ^__^)

Anyway, so keep that in mind and enjoy. :]

The smell of water worn wood of the old mill filled his nostrils along with the sweet scent of the hair tickling against his nose. Having shifted his body his hands felt their way along the sides of her lithe waist and his lips pressed harshly to skin over and over again as he attempted to hush her cries. The last thing he needed was someone just barging in, especially since this was all so unexpected; especially from Miss Goody-goody. Not that he had complained when she had caught him out front on his way down to the river bank and practically dragged him backwards into he dim shadows and pressed herself against him with intention. There was electric flow to his actions from that point as he had ridded her of her pureness in the form of that bleach white dress and ridded her lips of their virgin words.

He had made her utter words he thought her to be half incapable off even thinking, and yet he didn't stop to think it over. Instead, he had moved her against the hard wood and slid his fingers to trail over hard nipples which had caused a,"Roxas.." to escape her throat almost breathlessly. He had bent his head downwards to flick his tongue over one while his other hand had trailed downwards, down to trace and tease the heat below.

She had bent her head back, pleading for his teasing to end. Apparently, she had wanted him for such a long time that she could not wait another moment. He had complied, removing his unneeded bottoms and positioned himself between her pale thighs. It had gone from there, yet it seemed to be much more meaningful to the moaning girl below him then for himself. He moaned a few times, yes, and his climax came as expected right along with hers..but certainly it wasn't anything of importance. So when, she had laid beside him against the hard wood afterward and had attempted to nuzzled into his neck he simply pulled away. He had reached for his britches, slipping them on and removed the small tobacco tin from his pocket to place some onto his tongue to chew on.

She had been outraged, of course, putting up a grand amount of protest that fell on deaf ears. He simply slung his shirt across his back, and walked out on his original path that was now dimmer from the later hour then earlier on. The grand oak trees were turned hues of gold in the mid afternoon sun, each leaf glowing like a firefly. Far off, there was the sound of jazz and the loud roar of a steam boat whistle which Roxas supposed was heading off to the dock to drop off its passengers. He wanted to be one of those passengers, just once.

Yet, of course he was stuck wondering off on the dirt path through the tall grasses that left scratchy feelings whenever somebody walked through them. To top it off, the goody good that apparently wasn't such a goody good after all had the audacity to still follow him and shout obscenities at him. "Gonna wake the dead, this one." he mumbled to himself, but didn't look back to see the last women on this island that would have he joy of having their heart broken by Roxas.

Later on when the sun had retreated beyond the horizon and the only sounds were the trickling of the river and the crickets, Roxas layed his clothes out over a log by his small kerosene lamp. The moon was full, just enough to see by which was good enough for the blonde as he crept steadily into the cool water. Shocking his nerves, but not wanting it to get the best of him, he dove in completely and came up a moment later before shaking his head and diving back down again. This time, he came back up right at the bank again and moved his hands to grasp onto a nearby rock where he had placed a bar of so called soap.

It didn't matter how he had acquired it, it just mattered that he be clean every now and then for his own good since he was old enough to be presentable..-ish. He stood to lather, letting the white foam take over his skin and his grimy hair. "I don't even know why I bother..Ah well." he mumbled to himself, placing the soap back on the rock and diving under again to rinse before coming back up again and shaking his head. By now, he was not only freezing but if you jabbed him with a sharp stick he probly wouldn't even feel it because he was so numb.

So, without further ado he walked onto the bank and began to wipe the excess water off with a burlap sack he had found behind a shed. It was scratchy, but was better then the toxically cool night air. Yet, he began to feel warm at the back of his neck and down his back; then all through his body in a single rush. His blue eyes widened, halting his actions immediately as he felt a brush of warm wind through his wet hair and a caress against his cheek.

"You know, the last I checked they had invented something called a bathtub." An all too familier voice said in his ear, so very low and smoothly it made Roxas's heart jump. Attempting to conceal his surprise, he remembered to breath and attempted to place his britches on while shrugging.

"Is that a fact?" There was a low laugh, short but pleasant and Roxas' ears strained to hear more but it soon dissipated into the voice one more.

"As much as a fact as it will ever be, kid. I've got a bout five of them, not that you will ever know that. Never get off of this damn island, do you?" Roxas scoffed, pulling on his button up shirt that was now beginning to rip at the trim and no longer wished to button. His mouth fell into a scowl, turning to glare behind him at..nothing but air. Of course, how could he of though otherwise?

He rolled his blue eyes, moving to sit on the dirt underneath him and pull his legs up to his chest.

"Okay, so you give me some money and then maybe I can." His tone was defensive, ticked off suddenly from the subject as his eyes scouted the horizon for the red and green he knew would be there.

"If I had any to give, you know I would." the voice said, so close that it felt as if Roxas were to look to the side it's body would be right there. But, instead it's location was in his eye sight far away on the mainland. It made him scowl, frustration running through his veins. At times, this would happen and he would be rewarded for who know's what by being allowed to speak to this..voice with a body that was farther away then his eyes could make out. Yet, as many times as this had occurred he had never been allowed to see the man close up(or whatever he was, Roxas was unsure).

His dreams had been filled with visions of what body could possibly match such a voice, but none ever sufficed. It had infuriating that for whatever reason he was not allowed the joy of witnessing the face(which he was sure was beautiful and beyond any his imagiantion could ever create) of the one he had found deep friendship in.

" Axel…I want..to see you."

Why end it there? Next chapter will tell you. ;D

Also, these are more..moments in time that are significant to these two.

Ahhh if I make no sense then please, don't mind me.