AN: Well, here it is finally. In all it's crappy glory. I've had major writer's block lately so it took a while. Anyway, to my reviewers, (Are you well in the head? Liking my work, seriously.)
Riku-Stalker
WishingYouWereHere
the masochist and the sadist
Silver Tears 11
Thank you, all 4 of you. I know it's not that good a story and it means a lot that you would take the time to review. Anyway, on with chapter 4!
Disclaimer: I sent the Orange Leprechauns to get Kingdom Hearts for me, but they were attacked by flying monkeys. Luckily, they're making a full recovery. Sadly, I still don't own KH. I also don't own Reign Over ME
Roxas stared out across the town, thinking. It was strange, being here. Wearing clothes that Axel had bought him, sleeping on Axel's spare futon. Axel had told him to think of this as his house too, but he couldn't. Why did he even care?
When Roxas had been released from the hospital, Axel had been right there with him. Actually, he hadn't left his side the whole time, which was about 3 days. The blonde had been afraid because he had nowhere to go when, right out of the blue, Axel told him he was going to live with him. It had been a shock, to say the least.
Anyway, that had been a week ago. Every time Axel was forced to go to work, he would lock Roxas up in his room. It was a smart move. The redhead had nothing in his room that might be used to kill himself, and the window was really thick so he couldn't jump through it. There was a bathroom, but Axel shut off the water before he left so Roxas couldn't drown himself. It was embarrassing when he took a shower, because Axel always got in with him to make sure he didn't try anything. What the blonde really didn't understand was why the stupid redhead was trying so hard. Really, all the idiot knew about him was his name. He had tried to goad him into several conversations, but Roxas had taken to grunting instead of responding. That didn't mean Axel had given up, not at all. In fact, he had doubled his efforts. And it was annoying.
"Oh, Roxy!!"
Roxas groaned. He was home. Great. Couldn't he just let him brood? Apparently not, because he immediately came into the room and wrapped him arms around Roxas' waist. That was another thing; he had no respect for personal space.
"Get off me," Roxas said, pushing the arms away.
"Did you have a good day?" Axel said, unfazed.
Roxas rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Being a prisoner just makes for a great time. Why do I have to stay in here when you leave?"
"Because," Axel said, ruffling his hair, "If I didn't, you would try to kill yourself again."
"So?" Roxas muttered.
"What do you mean, so?" Axel huffed at him. "You should value your life. I do. I don't want you to die, Roxy."
"Will you stop calling me that?!" Roxas screamed, annoyed. "Why the hell can't you ever just leave me alone?!"
Axel blinked at him. "Because," he said, "You're my responsibility now. I can't just save someone and then leave them to die."
Roxas wanted to say something to that, but couldn't think of anything. So, he just turned back to the window and stared out, trying to ignore Axel. It didn't exactly work.
"Ya hungry?" Axel said, "You should be, you haven't eaten all day, right? Don't worry, I'll take you to work with me soon."
Roxas ate the food in front of him without even looking at it, a glower set firmly on his face. If Axel weren't there, he wouldn't touch a bite of this. But Axel was there, and Roxas knew from personal experience that he wasn't above force-feeding.
"Aw, cheer up," said Axel, noticing the look on his face, "It's not that bad is it?" Roxas could tell if he meant the food or just life, so he stayed silent, causing Axel to sigh. "Look," he said, "I know it can't be easy to live like a prisoner, but if I didn't do this you would try to kill yourself again."
"And why do you even care?" Roxas growled at him.
"Um…because I care about you?" When that received no response, Axel sighed and dropped it. He understood that the blonde hated him, hell he would have to be stupid NOT to see it, but what he didn't understand really was why. Usually, when someone saves your life, you're supposed to be grateful, not hateful. (AN: Gag at the rhyme.) It was probably because Axel was keeping him locked up like this. Well, he thought, I'll just have to get him to like me again.
"Wanna go see a movie?" Axel said brightly. Roxas only grunted at him. Axel, being Axel, took this as a yes. "Great! I'll go see what's good. You stay here and eat. And seriously, eat, you look like skin and bones."
Axel went quickly to his computer and looked up movie times. He saw one, Reign Over Me, that looked pretty good. The next viewing started at 6:05, which was in-Axel glanced at the clock-about an hour. "Perfect," he said, signing off. He was just about to go sit back down at the table when he heard a knock at the door. Sighing, he went to answer it and was greeted by the grinning Demyx.
"Hey, man!" He said, "You ready to go?"
"Go?" Axel said confusedly, "Go where?"
Demyx's smile froze. "That's…that's not funny, Axel. Come on, we talked about this just 2 weeks ago."
"Talked about what?"
This time, Demyx's smile actually fell. "The…the Yellow.Black concert. It's tonight. You begged me to let you go, remember?"
Axel's eyes widened. "That was tonight?! Shit. Demyx, I can't go."
"What do you mean you can't go?!"
"I…" Axel gave a guilty glance over his shoulder, "I promised Roxas we would go to a movie tonight. And anyway I can't just leave him here. Unless you have another ticket?"
"No," Demyx said quietly, "There were only 2."
"Then I'm really sorry Dem, but I can't go."
Demyx looked on the verge of tears. "Why do you gotta cater to him like that? He's 16, he should be able to take care of himself."
"Demyx, he's suicidal. If I leave him alone all the time, he's not gonna get any better. Please don't cry. I wouldn't cancel on you if it wasn't important."
Demyx wiped at his eyes and fixed Axel wit ha glare. "Why is he the only important thing in your life lately?"
"What?"
"Face it, Axel. Every day you rush home from work or school to take care of him, like nothing else matters. Well, guess what? The rest of us aren't going to wait around forever while you're wrapped around the little finger of some spoiled little blonde." He shot a dirty look at Roxas over Axel's shoulder, who looked back, perplexed. "Ya know what, Axel? I'm going to go to the concert, and I'm going to have a lot of fun. You have a good time being a toy."
He turned on his heel and stalked out, no longer on the verge of tears but seething mad. Axel stared guiltily at his back until he turned a corner, then shut the door. He leaned against the wood and slid down it miserably. He had been in such a good mood, and Demyx just had to ruin it. But he didn't understand. He didn't understand anything about Roxas. Not like he did.
