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Saving Axel
Chapter 20: Behind Green Eyes: Part Two
Roxas's POV
I sat staring at Axel, just thinking for a few moments. It was a lot to take in. I felt Axel shift, and I turned to him and smiled lightly. He kissed my lips and pulled away. He smiled.
"I swear you are the best thing that's happened to me," he told me, and I looked away.
"Why didn't I happen sooner," I bit out with narrowed eyes, and he smiled lightly before sitting up.
"Time to continue, okay?" Axel told me, and I nodded. "Where was I…? Oh yeah!"
3rd person POV
"Axel?" Axel looked up to see Demyx looking down to him. He scooted to the side and let Demyx sit beside him. "Marly hasn't been fun since Larxene came around," Demyx complained again. Axel was fourteen, and Marluxia had become close to a girl he met in his art class named Larxene. Axel looked around for Zexion before turning to Demyx with a questioning look.
"Where's Zexion?" he asked.
"He went to see his dad since he's home from rehab," Demyx explained, and Axel nodded. Zexion's father had gone there such a long time ago; it was hard to believe that it's been so long. He had relapsed twice, so he stayed there for a long time.
"Oh…" Axel trailed off, writing it down in his journal.
"You still have that thing? Jeez, man, I would have lost it by now." Demyx laughed slightly as he ate some chips. Axel had kept the journal his cousin gave to him and wrote in it constantly and just added paper as needed.
"Yeah…" Axel closed it, and his stomach growled. Demyx glanced to him with a sad gaze.
"When was the last time you ate a decent meal?" he asked, and Axel looked toward the tree in front of him. He was glad it was their free period and they could go outside if they wanted to. His friends knew of his father's cruelty, but Axel made them swear not to tell anyone at all for Axel would be in even greater danger.
"Monday," he squeaked out looking up. It was Thursday.
"Shit, man, you're coming over tonight for dinner!" Demyx commanded right as the bell rang. "See you at six!" he called as he ran off to class. Axel went through the rest of the day, praying he didn't have to go home because he didn't want to get the beating he was bound to get. Alec was always in the worst mood on Thursdays, because he had the entire week to deal with and then another doing what he does…whatever he does, Axel didn't know his job. Thursday was one of his only nights off. When the final bell rang, Axel gathered his things slowly and walked into the hallway. He spotted his cousin Kairi laughing with three males: her best friends. The tall silver haired boy was Riku, because they played ball together, the short brown haired boy beside him was Sora, and the blond boy… he didn't know his name. He didn't do much, so Axel didn't know him.
He met up with Demyx outside, and they started to walk home.
"Yeah, total babe just switched to my math class, so I have to learn math, so teach me Axel!" Demyx yelled, and Axel chuckled slightly. Axel was known for his smarts in math by most people, because when he was younger, he got lost in formulas and math equations to escape thinking about his shitty life. Now, math just comes to him easily.
"What if she doesn't need a tutor, Demyx?" I asked him, and he paused as we walked. I laughed happily. When we reached his house, Zexion was waiting on the steps wearing a rare smile.
"My parents are together again." He smiled even wider. "I have a family again. You were right, Demyx." Zexion moved forward and hugged Demyx close. Axel watched Demyx blush slightly as he held his small friend to him before Zexion moved to hug Axel as well.
"I'm happy for you, Zexy," Demyx told him with a smile. Axel nodded and headed for his house right next door. He caught sight of the car in the front meaning Alec was home. Axel walked up the steps, aware of his friends eyes on his back watching him walk up the steps and into his house. He closed the door behind him and faced his house when he was punched right in the eye. He fell forward, only to be kicked in the stomach by one of Alec's cronies that was standing over him.
"Damn, I didn't tell you to beat my son." Alec walked over and helped his son to his feet. "I do have to get going. I have work to do and I decided you're too old to lock in your room. Do behave Axel, dear," he told Axel before walking right past him and out the door. Axel didn't know how he was gonna explain this one… He slipped in the shower, maybe? No, he'll think of something. He walked up to his room and put his things down and set up his homework. He had to be over at Demyx's at six and his homework won't take him more than thirty minutes tops. He walked down the stairs again and looked around. He was thirsty, and Alec had yet to go shopping. Axel couldn't leave, because Alec would somehow find out. He was only allowed to leave to go to Demyx's or Marluxia's places, so he still seemed somewhat normal.
He walked into the kitchen and saw a cup on the table and walked up to it. He smelled it and cringed. It was alcohol. The smell was so strong; he wondered why it was there. Normally Alec finished his drinks and didn't drink in the afternoons. He turned from it, deciding now would be a good time to chill in his room when he paused.
He was thirsty and that was the only drink around…
He turned around and picked the cup up and took an experimental sip. He gagged as it burned its way down his throat. He stared at the cup as the drink left a small after taste that was…well…tasty. He drank a little bit more until he had drained the cup. He felt a slight buzz, and he smiled as he headed for his room to do his homework. When he was half way through his homework he dropped his math book on his foot and it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. That was when he remembered that alcohol dumbs down the senses. He poked the yellow bruise on his arm and it didn't hurt that much either. He finished his homework and went into the kitchen. He opened the cupboard and looked at the large array of drinks and picked out bottle after bottle, looking for whatever he had been drinking.
When he found it, he stashed it in his backpack to keep as he developed a plan. Drink some before he got home so when Alec beat him when he got home, it wouldn't hurt as much. He pulled out his journal and wrote about his plan.
If only his plan had been that simple.
His plan began working great; his friends never noticed he was secretly drinking to numb his pain until one day he was out of alcohol, and Alec was very angry.
"Those fuckers!" Alec yelled before turning to the now opening door. Axel closed it and was nailed in the right cheek, and he went flying to the side table and hit his head. He fell to the floor and the pain was immediate. He moaned as he tried to get up. "Try to cheat me?" he howled and kicked Axel in the stomach and Axel let out a wheezing gasp. Alec kicked him on the other side, and he coughed up blood.
"Sir, they said they found them," a man from the kitchen spoke up. It was Setzer, and he stared at the bloodied, broken boy face down on the ground. He quickly made his way to the door.
"Tell them not to kill them yet, but to wait for me to do it," Alec growled, slamming the door behind them. Axel stayed on the ground and felt blood trickle down his face and from his mouth. He crawled weakly to the kitchen and threw the cupboard open and grabbed the first bottle he saw and began to chug before he pushed the half empty bottle back into place. The vibrations sent one bottle falling, and it landed on Axel's back.
"Fuck!" Axel cursed and coughed a bunch before rolling over and staring at the ceiling. He didn't care he was lodging glass into his back; he didn't care that he might have cracked a rib. He just lay on the floor, enjoying the sting of the alcohol on his open cut and thinking about the buzz he was now experiencing. He didn't know how long he was on the floor until his door opened and someone ran to his side.
"Axel!" the person slid beside the drunken red head and Axel barely recognized it to be Demyx. Axel had been late to dinner at Marluxia's houseand Demyx came looking. "The heck happened?" Demyx asked, helping Axel sit up. He glanced at the blood mixing with alcohol and felt sick.
"Don't tell anyone, Demyx," Axel wheezed out as Demyx helped him to his feet.
"Like hell, Axel! I'm calling the cops on that guy!" Demyx protested as he struggled toward the door to Marluxia's house. Axel silently thanked God that Demyx didn't assume he had been drinking. He knew if it weren't for this delightful buzz he would be in a hell of a lot of pain at the moment.
Axel's POV
Roxas didn't respond much to my drinking to numb pain like I thought, but then again, he drank too. Still, not for the same reasons as me. I wish he would stop staring at me blankly, because it really goes down to hell from here.
3rd person POV
Axel lay in the hospital bed, sweating. It wasn't only from pain, but from the fact that his screening would show alcohol in his system. If he's found out…he'd be in so much trouble. The cop had just left after questioning him about the abuse Axel had been going through, still not admitting his mother almost did the same thing.
Demyx and his friends walked in with slight smiles.
"Way to ruin dinner, Axel," Marluxia joked, and they all laughed. "How ya doing?" Marluxia asked quietly. Axel shrugged, but winced at the pain.
"I apparently broke a few ribs and bruised to hell with a bunch of cuts on my back," he told them. Demyx sat beside him with Zexion at the foot of the bed with Marluxia.
"You had me worried when I found you," Demyx explained sadly. Axel glanced to him apologetically as a nurse walked in. She smiled slightly and the guys got the hint and left the room. She administered something into the many IV's hooked up to him. She handed him the sheets and he looked to them. They did find alcohol in his system, like he feared, but they weren't doing anything about that.
Two weeks later, Axel was on his feet again, living in a constant fear. They still had yet to find his father, because someone warned him about the cops, and he fled the state. He had been staying with Demyx instead of in his house. His Aunt Clare offered to let him stay with them, but he responded saying he needed space from family for a little bit. Actually, it was because Demyx knew now. He knew Demyx knew about his drinking and Axel actually stole some from their wine cellar for him to drink since he long since drained the ones from his house.
It was sad really; Axel would only drink to numb his physical pain, but he was starting to feel physical pain from emotional trauma and he would drink and drink and drink. He even started to smoke before school. Demyx was worried about his friend, but didn't dare to say anything. The others didn't know, because Axel was a master at masking his emotions in public. Demyx would have told them by now, but he didn't want to anger Axel. Axel was his best friend.
Axel refused to show much emotion, preferably keeping it all in and writing out only a few things in his journal. He constantly felt like he was being watched by his father's men. Alec had ruled the underworld of this town, and he felt watched. He heard whispers at night; willing him, coaxing him to take his life or let it be taken by another. It drove Axel crazy as he made the slow decent into madness. His dreams were plagued by constant nightmares of the day his mother took her life and montages of Alec beating him.
He would beg and plead with Demyx to bring him his drinks, to steal his father's cigarettes for him. Demyx hated to see his friend in such torment and would do whatever he asked without question. Slowly, the two friendsbecame closer and closer to each other, but Axel's paranoia was getting the best of him. It had been at least a full year, and Axel was now fifteen.
Demyx went to the liquor store with a fake ID, leaving Axel alone in his bedroom he shared with him. Every little sound made Axel glance around worriedly. He closed his eyes and heard his mother's final shriek before she took her life. Then he fell to his side, clutching his head when he would hear his father's smooth voice.
"Come on, Axel; be a man and take your life. Or give me the pleasure." Axel screamed. It was a good thing Demyx's parents had gone out for the night, because Axel ran down to the kitchen and found a lone bottle of rum in the cabinet and grabbed it along with a knife from the drawer. He ran back to Demyx's room and fell to the floor. He was shaking as he took a sip of the terrible tasting drink and drained it in seconds before he dropped the bottle so it shattered on the floor.
"Get the hell out of my head!" he yelled, holding his head and cried. He was truly afraid at the moment. He held the knife to his wrist and slid the knife over it, marring the pale skin.
"Axel!" Demyx yelled as he walked in. "Man, it's cold outside today," he muttered to himself, waiting for Axel to come down. "I got your drinks and some chips!" he yelled. He waited a moment and sighed angrily. "If you're asleep again, I'm gonna~ AXEL!" he yelled and ran into his room and gripped Axel's hand as he clutched the knife. He ripped it from his hands and stared at the blood on the floor and the broken glass beside him. He picked up a small piece of it and read that it was rum. Axel had found something in the kitchen. Demyx then helped Axel onto his lap.
"They finally stopped talking," Axel murmured quietly.
"Axel… Let's clean you up." Demyx helped the tall, weak boy toward the bathroom and proceeded to get the first aid kit down. Axel stared at Demyx, making the blond boy feel extremely self conscious. Why was he staring? He disinfected the large wounds on his arm before wrapping it in gauze pads and medical wrap. He tied a nice bow on his thin arm and looked into green eyes.
"Demyx… Thank you," Axel said quietly. Demyx grabbed his hand and sent him a warm smile. One of the warmest he could manage after finding his best friend in such a position.
"Just let me know, and I'll do anything you ask," Demyx told Axel, and he looked to the floor and stood up with Demyx following him.
"Anything?" he asked quietly. Demyx hummed in response. Axel whipped around and pinned Demyx to the bathroom door and captured his lips in a sudden, bruising kiss. Demyx was so shocked; he didn't know what to do. He had never kissed a guy before, but was it that much different than a girl? He soon ran out of breath and Axel moved to his neck while pulling Demyx with him and throwing him on the bed. He straddled Demyx's hips and stared the blond down. He looked slightly scared.
"Axel, what are you~" he was silenced when Axel began to remove his own shirt and moving to Demyx's.
"You said you do anything for me," he told the shocked blond before bending down to kiss his chest. This was all new to Demyx, so he barely knew what to do and just let Axel do everything. When Axel had removed all their clothes Demyx hesitated knowing what was to come. He was afraid, and Axel showed no signs of stopping.
"Axel. Stop, please," he pleaded, pushing Axel's chest away. "Kiss me, touch me, just don't do that," he cried out. Axel paused from getting Demyx into position.
"Demyx…" Axel didn't want to stop. He hadn't felt so relaxed in the longest time. His mind was just focused on lust and nothing else. He liked it that way. "Hell no," he cursed before slamming into Demyx. The boy screamed out in pain and Axel did nothing to make it a better experience for the blond. He was drunk and hot and didn't give two shits what happened so long as he was at peace. When he was all spent, he pulled away from the shivering blond and began to redress. He glanced to Demyx as he cried in pain. Axel looked to the blood and got flash backs to when his mother had offered him as a payment for her drugs.
Demyx mirrored how he acted, and Axel began to cry.
"D-Demyx… I- Oh, fuck, I…" he clutched his head and Demyx sat up into pain. He held Axel close as they both cried. "I-I'm sorry I… I couldn't control m-myself," he cried and Demyx ran his hand through Axel's spikes.
"I understand… it's okay…" Demyx didn't completely believe his own words just yet, but when he looked at the utterly depressed, shriveling ball in his arms, he felt for him. It wasn't exactly Axel's fault…did he even know better?
A week after that night, they caught and arrested Axel's father and promised he would be locked up for good with all the dirt they had on him.
Roxas's POV
I stared at Axel, shocked. What he did… I don't believe that. There is no way Axel would do that…
"I did, Roxas," Axel spoke, silencing my silent doubts. I couldn't wrap my mind around that. Axel had been so gentle with me. He treated me like glass, making sure I was comfortable and pleasured. To Demyx, he just took him and didn't even give it a thought. "I was a different man back then," Axel finished.
"Axel… Go on," I told him, not making eye contact at the moment.
3rd person POV
Axel had resolved to stop drinking, smoking, and cutting. They told their friends about that night, and they were silently disappointed in Axel, but didn't voice anything. Zexion was most affected by the news, but he masked them so it looked like that of the other's. With the help of his friends, he stayed away from such things for a whole year, and Axel decided to finally allow his aunt and uncle to let the state put him up as an orphan. Not long after that did a couple take an interest in Axel and come to meet him.
The man, Cecil, had a stature that reminded him of his own father. He had cold eyes and an 'I'm better than you' air about him. Axel had a feeling that because of memories, he would have to ask for a different couple, but when the woman walked into the room, everything changed. She was dressed in a short white dress with curly brown hair draped over one shoulder. Her name was Snow. When she was in the room, Cecil was a different man and she took an instant liking to Axel.
She was the mother Axel wished he had growing up.
"Well, Axel?" Snow asked politely. "Are we in the clear?" She smiled. Axel knew from that moment that they were just what he needed to feel happy again. So, after a month of paperwork, Axel was legally their son at age sixteen. He was packing the small amount of items he called his when he stumbled across a small velvet box. He opened it and smiled at the silver rings that his nana had called promise rings. He thought about giving one to Demyx as a way to apologize and swear he would never hurt him again, because even after Axel took Demyx's virginity, they sort of started dating.
That is, if you call meeting up occasionally to make out dating.
Then he remembered that his nana said to give it to someone you love deeply and honestly. His love for Demyx was the same as a friend and not a partner. He shoved them in his bag and looked through the rest of the stuff in his house. He went to the picture in the living room and moved it and opened the small safe to withdraw the money he knew Alec had stashed in there. He put it in his bag as well and turned to the door. He didn't want to move away from his friends, but he was moving closer to Reno and Kairi in the richer part of town.
His new parents were rich, and Axel barely understood the concept of having money.
He bid his friends farewell and drove to his new house with but a single duffle bag of all that he owned. He told Snow and Cecil to sell it all because he didn't want it, so at the end of the week the things should be gone and the house sold.
The house was bigger than anything he had known and instead of getting lost in it, he went outside to the garage. He admired the space when Snow found him.
"Axel?" she asked lightly, and he turned to her, surprised.
"Sorry, I was just looking~" She laughed a gentle, kind laugh.
"It's okay." She walked closer. "Cecil loved to tinker with cars, but ever since he took over as company President, he hasn't touched anything." She sighed. "I loved walking in here with lemonade to watch him work."
"I love cars, motorcycles especially," he told her, and she smiled.
"We could get you one," she suggested. "You could do whatever you wanted in here," she told him, and he looked to his feet. "I'll get Ella to get some motorcycle ads for us to look at together." Axel smiled at her kindness. He idly wondered how his life would have turned out had his parents been like these two.
It was Axel's eighteenth birthday, and he wasn't happy. His nightmares had returned and there was nothing anyone could do to relieve them. Demyx had offered himself, but Axel flat out refused and didn't dare turn to alcohol or smoking again. He wrote about his dreams in his journal every night and would burn them right after he wrote them.
He had this strange notion that if he burned them, he was burning the memory of the dream, but no matter how many times he did it, it would come back.
It was driving him mad.
He would act cool and relaxed in front of friends and family, but inside he was screaming; screaming for a fresh start that was evading his every approach and prayer.
He was fed up with these feelings and planned to release himself as his mother did.
On his way to school, a week after he decided he would do this, he spotted a blond boy in the court yard. He was small and quiet with plastic rimmed, rectangle glasses. He wore a black TY-shirt and jeans with a white jacket. Axel recognized him as someone Kairi associated with, but he didn't know the name. The boy looked up when his friends arrived and Axel saw the bluest eyes ever. A blue to mirror his nana's with kindness. Even from this distance, he could easily get into this boy's head and he saw emotion bellow the submissive appearance.
Axel dropped his written plans of how to kill himself and stared at the boy in wonder. Demyx walked over and patted his shoulder.
"What're you looking at?" he asked.
"Who is that over there, with Kairi, Riku, and Sora?" he asked, and Demyx squinted to get a better look.
"Oh, that's Roxas Strife, Sora's cousin," he explained, picking Axel's journal off the ground and handing it to him.
"Roxas…Strife…" he tested the name on his lips and it all just clicked in his mind.
My second chance…is Roxas Strife.
Axel got up the next morning and grabbed his lighter and pulled the suicide plan and note from his journal and held it over the flame.
"I don't need you anymore," he said and set the paper aflame. He watched it burn before dropping it into a cup of water on the nightstand and dressing. He combed his long spikes back and gelled them into place and ran outside to ride his motorcycle to Demyx's house and walk from there.
When he met with his friends, he knew luck was on his side when he caught sight of the boy walking with his friends, listening to music with Riku. There was only one way to get the reaction and attention he needed. He turned to his friends.
"Play along, and follow my lead!" he cheered lowly and ran for the boy and grabbed his book and pushed him to the ground…
Roxas's POV
"Axel?" I asked, confused. Not only did he forcibly take Demyx, but he thought about killing himself, too.
"Roxas, as corny as this will sound," Axel grabbed my hand, "if I hadn't seen you reading that day, I would probably be dead right now." I flinched at that knowledge. It was all because of me?
"Let me get this straight then," I began. "You were born to a fifteen-year-old and were raised by your nana while your mom ignored you most of the time. When your nana died, you left with your mom, fended for yourself, and was raped by three men so she could buy drugs, twice. Then she found her boyfriend again and shortly after killed herself in front of you?" Axel nodded timidly.
"Then your dad claimed you, treated you well until no one was looking. You discovered drinking numbed you and made it a habit. Then when your father went over the edge, you were found by Demyx. He took you in, and your dad was going to be arrested." Axel nodded. "You were slowly growing more and more paranoid until the point where you snapped and tried to kill yourself. Demyx found you, and you took him forcibly. Your dad was caught and put away, you got off your addictions, and got adopted by Cecil and Snow. You were happy for a little until the nightmares returned and you were fed up with it and decided to," I swallowed and looked down griping the sheet, "kill yourself until you saw…me. Then you decided to make my life hell until I fell in love with you, broke my heart twice, and tell me about your past."
Axel stared.
"I get all of it?" I asked, and he nodded timidly.
"I'll show myself out." He stood up and walked toward the door. "Don't feel like you have to call~" I hopped out of bed and forced him to face me. I leaned up and kissed his lips deeply. At first, he didn't respond and I did all the work when he suddenly began to kiss back. "Roxas?" he asked, astonished by my reaction.
"Axel," I started and led him to my bed and pushed him to lie down. "What did you think would happen when you told me?" I asked and crawled beside him.
"Well, I thought you would learn what a messed up, dirty freak I was and decide that moving would be lovely if it meant not seeing me again," he admitted, and I stared at him. I leaned down and kissed his forehead sweetly. I pulled away and kept our foreheads touching as I stared into his eyes.
"Never," I told him quietly and kissed his lips again. I quickly moved to lock the door, and when I returned, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. I stared down to his scarred chest, and he shifted underneath me. "Are you embarrassed?" I asked him, and he nodded slightly.
"You didn't stare the other night," he told me, and I nodded.
"True, but you were dominating at the moment," I told him and ran a finger over a few of the scars before leaning down.
"Roxas? What are you~" I cut him off when I kissed a small scar on his hip and moved to another, slowly working my way to every scar that was visible and to the ones that weren't. I flipped him onto his stomach and did the same to his back and I felt Axel really relax beneath me. When I finished, Axel grabbed my hand and sat up.
"Thank you." I cocked my head to the side. "Thank you for being so understanding." Axel put his shirt on again and grabbed my hand. "Come on." He pulled me to my feet and threw my jacket at me. He opened my door and pulled me into the hall and down the steps. We passed Sora sleeping on the couch with Muffin nestled on his lap and made our way out the door.
"Axel?" I whispered furiously as he brought me to his bike. He started it up and drove toward station tower. It was around five in the morning and the station was closed until six so we had to use the other way to get to the top. I hated how I was doing all of this in my PJ's, but to be with Axel was worth it. When we made it to the top, we sat on the edge and watched the blackness fade from the sky and begin to light up.
"Roxas, I don't want to lose you," he said, and I nodded.
"Ditto," I responded, turning to him when I heard rustling. He pulled out a small velvet box and held it tenderly in his hands. "Axel?" I asked him, and he smiled lightly.
"My nana told me when I was just a little kid that when I was older, I would know who to give this too. She said I would give it to the person I love the most and I would never lose them if I gave it to them." He opened the case and showed me two silver rings inside. He picked one up and pulled a silver chain from his pocket and looped it on and pushed it toward me.
"Axel?" I asked again.
"I'll give this promise ring to you and tell you this," Axel clasped the chain around hisneck. "I promise that no matter where you go or what happens to either of us, I will always love you and do anything to make you happy no matter what the cost," he said and kissed my neck. I smiled widely and turned quickly and tackled him with a hug right as the sun rose in the sky and kissed him deeply. I knew Axel loved me and now I had a promise that no matter what happens to us, we'll be okay. That alone brings me peace of mind. I sat in between Axel's legs as we watched the sun rise together.
"Roxas… I love you," Axel told me, and I nodded.
"I love you, too," I replied, and he hugged me closer to him. "Sora is gonna throw a fit if he can't find me," I started and we began to get up and descend to the ground. I had a feeling Axel still hasn't told me something, but as I felt the silver ring bounce against my chest, I forgot. I felt loved and cared for and wished with all my heart that I didn't have to leave.
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Axel's POV
Thankfully, Sora didn't notice Roxas's absence, so he just changed clothes and we left for a walk, leaving Sora a note. Roxas held my hand until we got into town because he still had the fear of people knowing about us. I honestly didn't care anymore, but if Roxas did, I wouldn't push it.
We went to the park and since Roxas had his camera, he was taking pictures of the landscape. He looked so happy, even after hearing my past. I walked beside him and glanced at a bird in a tree. Winter will be over soon, and soon, Roxas will be gone.
"Smile, Axel," I turned, and Roxas took a picture. He pulled away with a smile. "That was a terrible smile," he told me, and I smiled lightly before smiling completely. Roxas pulled away, satisfied, and put his camera away in its bag before walking closer to me.
Roxas's POV
"We only have a little bit of time, Axel," I told him and hugged him, burying my face in his chest as he held me. "What should we do?" I asked him, and he shrugged.
"Whatever you want to do before you leave, I suppose," he told me, and I sighed. We stayed silent for a little bit until Axel grabbed my hand suddenly and started running.
"Axel!" I called to him, but he didn't stop. We ran through the crowds of people in the shopping district. Axel finally stopped when we reached a small booth that read PICTURES on the side. "No way; a picture booth?" I asked, and turned to him. He smiled. Three girls walked over and Axel's charm turned on for them making me huff and look away.
"Hello, ladies. You first," Axel offered, and they giggled.
"No, you and your girlfriend were here first," she said, and I turned to glare and she looked shocked. "Friend; sorry, you looked like a girl from the back," she apologized while her friends laughed at her error.
"Thank you, ladies; I'll even give you a picture." He winked, and they giggled while I ducked inside. Axel laughed and followed. "Sorr~"
"Don't even try it," I huffed and turned to glare at him, "You're girlfriend is pissed at you," I bit out, and he grabbed my waist and kissed my neck.
"Sorry." Axel turned from me and pressed a few buttons. He set it to two copies of the pictures and picked the first frame of gold and set the countdown. I looked away, but he moved closer to me and there was a flash. Axel picked a silver frame and pulled me over. I opened my mouth to yell at him while he grinned stupidly and there was a flash. He picked a festive one of little bells. I decided to cooperate, and he hugged my shoulders and kissed my cheek while I smiled. He leaned back and smirked. "You pick the last one," he told me, and I nodded. I leaned forward and scrolled through the frames while Axel hugged my waist. He pulled me back to sit in his lap and began to kiss my neck. I laughed since it tickled a little bit.
"A-Axel, s-stop it," I stuttered out, and he laughed deep in his own throat and continued. I picked a thin green one and Axel pulled me back and kissed me deeply. I felt one hand on my cheek and the other on my lower back and the flash. We pulled away and Axel smiled to me and I had to smile as well. He got out first and approached the three girls waiting beside the booth, and Axel grabbed our pictures. I watched and walked passed him waiting for him to finish.
"I'll give you this one." Axel turned from them as one girl squealed, and Axel grabbed my hand and started running. He was laughing crazily and all I could do was laugh as well, even though I didn't know why. When we finally reached the café, we walked in and got some coffee from Larxene who, at Axel's request, took my shift for the day. We sat down still laughing.
"Axel, what the hell did you do?" I asked him still laughing, and he gave me my full picture strip. He only had three.
"I let them have my kiss to your cheek." Axel grinned, and I shook my head with a laugh.
"Well, at least you didn't give them the other kiss, I suppose," I said quietly taking a sip of my drink.
"Like hell I would, this is good masturb~"
"Axel!" I yelled.
"~material," he finished with a smile. I kicked him under the table and he laughed even more. Sometimes I wonder why I love him.
Axel's POV
"'Night, Roxas," I told my little blond as we stood at his door step. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. "See you tomorrow," I said before walking down and getting on my bike and waiting for him to close and lock the door. I drove for awhile, just thinking about what I told Roxas and about what I didn't.
For one, I didn't tell him my dad was out.
I also didn't tell him I took Demyx forcibly more than once.
I didn't tell him that for a whole year I was in rehab getting over my addictions.
I didn't tell him all of my pain, all of my bruises, all of my suffering. He's too fragile to know that in such detail, not yet anyway. Before I knew it, I was in front of the cemetery and I walked inside to the familiar graves. There was my nana's, proud and tall where it could be seen, and my mother's which is easily covered by snow or tall grass.
"Hey, mom…" I trailed off. I hadn't spoken to her since that day she took her own life. I would normally come to talk to my nana, not her. "It's been awhile, I suppose." I sat cross-legged in the melting snow and stared at the small grave and cleared it off some. "I guess I should just get to the point: I'm sorry about everything; whatever I did to upset you and my lack of trust in you toward the end. I may not understand all you did, but I want you to know I love you. I always have."
"Axel?" I turned suddenly, but Demyx held his hands up defensively. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He smiled slightly and walked closer.
"It's okay. Why are you here?" I asked him, and he shrugged.
"I felt restless, so I took a walk," he told me, and I nodded. He sat beside me.
"I told Roxas," I told him finally, and he nodded hesitantly. "I felt the need to apologize to her. I miss her Demyx, and I feel bad about what happened." He touched a hand to my shoulder.
"I know, but you can't keep blaming yourself," he told me.
"Who called the cops on her? I didn't and I never did find out who…" I trailed off when I felt the sting in my eyes.
"Axel… It wasn't your fault. Your mom did what she wanted to do, your dad was the same, and they hurt you so much. Don't blame yourself," he told me.
"And I hurt you, repeatedly, in the worst way possible. It was like I raped you so many times, you never wanted it and I~" He pulled me into a hug.
"No; I wanted to make you happy, and I didn't know any other way. You didn't rape me Axel; I just was a little hesitant. You were different back then, okay?" I cried in his shoulder knowing I could never do this in front of Roxas. I loved him, I truly did, the necklace around my neck was proof of that, but before he came into my life, I was a totally different person. Demyx understood me, because he was actually there to witness it. He would understand me better than anyone. "What's this?" he grabbed the ring on the necklace I was wearing and smiled.
"I gave Roxas the ring, because he's leaving." Demyx's smile faded quickly. "His parents came, and they want to take him home. This is my promise that I'll do anything to keep him close to my heart." He smiled sadly and helped me to my feet.
"Hey, take me home and go home yourself. You need sleep. Maybe you'll sleep better now that you've told Roxas?" Demyx suggested as we walked toward the gate.
3rd person POV
"Damn," the shadowy figure cursed. "I almost had him." He stepped out of the shadows waiting for the retreating figures of his son and his friend… the one that called the cops on him. Alec ran a frustrated hand through his hair. He was glad he didn't have to kill his parole officer, because with his connections, he had a friend be his parole officer for him. He walked forward more and stared down at the grave his son was talking too.
Jamie Andréa Lea
Mother and Daughter
Will be missed
"All you had to do was give Axel to me willingly, and you could have lived." He turned from the grave to make his plans. "Such a pretty face you had, Jamie."
No! He's my son, Alec, and you won't drag him into this!
"So, you told this Roxas boy, huh, Axel?" he muttered to himself. "Told him what it was like behind green eyes, right?" He laughed as his man drove him to his hotel room. His plan was simple:
Find out who Roxas was, take Axel, kill his friends in front of him, torture this Roxas boy in front of him, and then make his proposition.
Simple child's play with his connections.
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