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Only You	By : RainbowYuki Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It’s been two weeks since their last fight; everyone seems more at ease, even I calm feel the calm in the air. It’s nice not seeing him angry; in fact it’s also a pleasant change to see the blonde haired woman somewhat kind. I’m not complaining, as the peace and quiet is a breath of fresh air, but I’m very intrigued as to what has calmed them both down so much.
She still disappears for nights on end, but it’s no longer followed with a row when she returns. I’m happy for them, really.

x-x-x-x

Returning home from work, I saw him in the hall once again. He was on his hands and knees, appearing to be looking for something, and it looked like he was having a hard time at that.

“Uh do you need a hand?” I asked timidly, accidently shocking him as he consequently hit his head on the mail boxes above him. Cursing he began rubbing his head.

“Geez kid, warn me next time will ya...” He looked up at me and instantly looked less irked than before. “I, uh, dropped my key and it slid underneath the lockers and I can’t see it.” He explained with a sheepish grin as he continued to rub his head. “I’ll take that hand if the offer is still open?” There was one thing I never noticed from looking at him all this time from such a distance. The tattoos on his face. Diamonds or maybe they were tear drops. It really didn’t matter; all I knew was that he suited them. And I was now staring at him like an idiot.

“Oh, y-yeah… sure, let me just…” I began as a took my backpack off of my shoulder and began looking through it, once I found what I was looking for I set my bag aside and proceeded to get onto my own hands and knees.

“You carry a flashlight with you?” He smirked, looking down at me intrigued. “Why, exactly?”

“For cases like this…” I shot back as I searched for the elusive keys.

“Touché” he laughed. “Are you having any luck?”

“Y-yeah” struggling, I craned my neck to try and get a better look. “They’re right at the back, but I can’t reach them.”

“Move aside, Shorty.” He said smirking as he got down to the same level as me and looked for himself. He was so close to me as he stretched his arm further underneath the lockers to get a better reach. He smelt great. I could feel my face heating up with proximity between us.

“Got em!” the sudden exclamation scared me and with a yelp and shot up and this time it was I who banged my head.

“Son of a…” muttering to myself I tried focusing my eyes and I struggled to get to me feet.

“Sorry about that short stuff” The man said, sounding sheepish as he offered me a hand up. “Thanks for that man, you’re a life saver.” He cracked a smile at me.

“No problem, uh…”

The name’s Axel” He smirked and extended a hand to me. Reaching back I answered “Roxas” with a firm hand shake.

“So Roxas…” he continued, placing his hands in his pockets as he leant against the wall. “You lived here long?”

“About Five years, I’ve lived here since I was nineteen, had to move closer to college for my art course” I replied, feeling surprisingly comfortable with him, even after our little escapade on the lobby floor.
“After I finished college there wasn’t really any work for me in my chosen profession, so I decided I’d stay and got a job at the book store just around the block.”
By this time I myself was resting against the wall, with both hands shoved firmly in my jacket pockets. “What about you?” I asked titling my head slightly.

“Me and my girlfriend, Larxene, have lived here for almost eight years now, I’d love to get out of the apartment and get somewhere that was my own, you know? But it’s pretty pricey out there especially for my paycheck.” He shrugged and ran a hand through his fiery tresses. Then he suddenly smiled gently “Besides we’ve got to save up for a baby now, Larx found out she was pregnant about two weeks ago now. Things are finally perfect.”

I was shocked to say the least, but at least the calmness between them made sense now. “Oh, congratulations” I smiled back at him “I’m happy for you… uh both of you I mean” Feeling slightly uncomfortable now I felt it was time to leave. “Anyway, I’d love to stay and chat but I should be getting home, got a few things to do… I’ll, uh, see you around.” Ready to turn and walk away he spoke again.

“I live in apartment 8A across the way… If you ever feel like a chat or something, I’m alone most of the time lately, Larx spends a lot of time at her moms since she found out about the baby.” He looked slightly deterred by this but continued nonetheless “It would be nice to see a friendly face every once in a while.” He sounded nervous, turning around I noticed he was rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “God, I sounded so creepy just now, we’ve only just met, you know what, forget it, you probably don’t want to me bummed out by my boring life anyways. See you around Roxas.”

“I don’t mind!” I blurted out just as his foot came into contact with the first step of the stairs. I mentally kicked myself for sounding so eager. “I mean, I don’t mind coming round for a talk sometime, I actually don’t know anyone else in this building beside you and Mrs Taylor in the apartment below…” That thought kind of depressed me. Having lived here for 5 years, and I only knew 2 people. I had no idea I was such a ‘social recluse.’
“I’ll come by tonight if you’re not busy, a coffee and a chat would be nice” I smiled, hoping it would relax him some.

“That’s fine, just come over when you feel like it” Smirking he gave me a mock salute and made his way up the stairs. “Cya later, Roxas”

I watched as his slender form ascended up the flight of stairs to his part of the complex, when he finally disappeared around the corner I released a shaky breath I hadn’t realised I had been holding. My heart was thrumming against my ribcage faster than normal and my palms were sweating, I couldn’t believe that the person I had been silently admiring for the last few years had acknowledged me. No, I shouldn’t be this happy; nothing can ever come from this. He has a girlfriend and not to mention a baby on the way, no. This is just platonic. I won’t be that guy, ‘the home wrecker.’ I refuse to be that person. At least now if they ever fight again, I can be the person who he can talk to. But I hope for his sake it never has to come to that again.

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It was five o’clock. It had only been two hours since I returned home after speaking to Axel, but it felt like a life time. I had no idea how long I should leave it until I visited his apartment. I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I also didn’t want to seem like I was disinterested.
So deciding to leave it a little longer I got my easel out and began painting. I wasn’t entirely sure on what I was even painting. My hand and my brain just weren’t co-operating. Taking a step back I examined the canvas. It was a mess of reds and greens. Normally I’d know better than to place those two colours together as they didn’t compliment each other in the slightest, but after meeting the tall red head, it’s seems he’s all that I can think about. His vivid green eyes were amazing. Anyone could literally get lost in them. And his hair; don’t even get me started on that. It’s indescribably gorgeous.

Lifting my glasses from my face I rubbed the bridge of my nose in frustration. I should have carried on walking. I shouldn’t have helped him find his damned keys. I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved with him in anyway. I’ve gone and done the exact opposite. Before now I could focus my mind on other things. Before this my life revolved around my work and my art. But I think now, I might have to make room for Axel.

With my thoughts currently on said redhead, I turned towards the window. Instantly I regretted it as my eyes where greeted with a half naked, wet Axel. A towel hung very low on his hips. Turning away quickly I felt my face heat up. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… My hands flew to my face to cover my eyes. I shook my head multiple times, in hopes of trying to lose the image from my mind. But to no avail. Slowly I turned around to see if he was still there. Unfortunately or fortunately, I wasn’t quite sure which at that moment in time, he was still there. He brought a water bottle to his lips and slowly took a drink, his other hand running through his soaked tresses. That simple task alone should not look so attractive. I noticed his towel was slipping slightly. Not being one to peep on people when they’re naked, I left the room. I couldn’t handle it.
This will making going over to his place later a lot more awkward.

Taking another look back at my easel, I decided maybe I could work with it. It didn’t exactly look… perfect at the moment, but it was definitely salvageable. Figuring I had some time to kill, I continued painting. Picking up my paintbrush I dipped it into a deep vermillion followed by lightly adding a small amount of black to the tip. I started out with a swift diagonal brush stroke. Liking the contrast between the two colours, I did a couple more. Slowly building up, one after the other. Adding highlights of white here and there. Painting over errors, only to paint the same thing once more. Before I knew it I had all but painted out Axel’s entire head. Not completely, just his hair. Though, it wasn’t an exact replica. I had come to discover his hair was the most awkward thing to re-create. The shape was just so unique, and for lack of a better word, weird. It definitely needed working on. I was determined to finish it. Usually I begin my work and scrap it later. I almost always never complete anything I start. But I want this one to be different. It might not turn out perfect but as an artist I’m my own critic. Nothing I create is ever perfect; I’ll always think there is something I could have done better.

Looking at the clock on the far wall of my apartment I noticed it was almost seven thirty. I couldn’t believe I’d spent the best part of an hour painting the red tresses of the man I’ve only actually known for a few hours. Some might think I was bordering on obsessive.

I made my way into the kitchenette to wash all of the paint from my hands. Once I was clean of red paint, I brushed my clothes down quickly, decided I looked somewhat decent, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. Placing my hand on the door knob I took a long and very much needed intake of breath. As I exhaled, I muttered a “here goes” and I opened my front door.

x-x-x-x

So, here I am, currently stood outside of Axel’s apartment. I honestly think paralysis has set in because I couldn’t bring myself to knock on his door. My hand is just hovering there. I’m just glad I haven’t forgotten how to breathe.

Inwardly cursing, I rapped quickly on the green wooden door. I ran my left hand over my face out of nervousness. I don’t know why I was so tense; we were just going chat, nothing more, and nothing less. Unless it got really awkward and there was no talking whatsoever. Oh god, this was going to turn into one big giant mess of awkward.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts; I hadn’t even noticed that the man of many of my desires was currently stood in front of me. It wasn’t until he was clicking his fingers in front my face, that I even knew he was there.

“Kind of zoned out on me there, Blondie…” He amusedly remarked.

“Yeah, s-sorry.” Yep. One big giant mess of awkward.

“S’okay.” Stepping aside he gestured into his apartment.

“So, are we just gunna stand in the hallway all night, or what?” he laughed. I’ve never heard something so amazing. It was like silk. That sounds so cliché but it was. It was deep, and smooth. He needed to laugh more often.

Brushing past him ever so slightly, I walked into his apartment. Instantly I was hit by the scent of menthol cigarettes. It was overwhelming but sort of pleasant. His apartment looked a lot bigger than mine. Granted he didn’t have canvasses and paper strewn all over the place like mine had. Cautiously stepping further into his living room I looked to my left, knowing full well I’d see the window that I’ve looked into on so many occasions. I looked back to my own apartment, half expecting to see someone over there looking back at me. It was unnerving.

I could feel Axel’s presence behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Poking me lightly on my arm he spoke.

“Have you fallen in love with the window, or something?”

“Heh, not exactly.” Turning round to glance at him I continued. “That my apartment right across from yours” I gestured with a tilt of my head.

“Oh, really?” he sounded fascinated. Or maybe it was Curiosity. I couldn’t tell.

“Yeah, really.” I rolled my eyes and walked away from the window, in an attempt to avoid further conversation on the subject.

The taller man stalked slowly over to me with humour flickering in his eyes.

“You haven’t been spying on me now, have you Roxas?” He asked jokingly.

“No”

“…”

My response was way to fast. Mentally kicking myself for the second time today I attempted to smooth over my answer.

“I mean no, I’ve not been spying, but there have been times, maybe, when I’ve glanced over and seen you” I made sure to not make eye contact and I had decided that a spot on the ceiling was a lot more interesting than this conversation.

“Oh.” He replied. I was sure I’d seen his face heat up ever so slightly.

“So, about that coffee?” I asked as a way to ease the tension.

“Ah yes!” he exclaimed and he quickly strode off to the kitchenette, grabbing two mugs. “Make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll be right over” he said giving me a quick glance before tending to the boiling water.

Walking over to the cream leather couch I saw a picture of Axel and his girlfriend hugging, on the coffee table. They looked so young. Perhaps, 10 years younger by the looks of it. They must have known each other a long time before they became a couple. They looked so happy. Looking at this photograph you would never guess that they were so volatile with each other most of the time. I picked up the frame to get a better look. Axel was so fresh faced here. Completely void of any facial tattoos, his hair much shorter, but still as wild as hell. And Larxene. She was beautiful. I’m not going to say that she’s not beautiful now, but she looks, tired now, compared to then. She looks tired with life. Like she’s angry. Running my fingers down the side of picture frame I set it back down on the coffee table.

“Gorgeous isn’t she” It wasn’t a question. Anyone looking at that picture of her would have agreed with him. He set down both of the mugs in front of us.

“Yeah, she is” I replied picking up my coffee and cradling it in my hands. “How old were you guys here?” I asked gesturing back to the picture.

“About fifteen… We were at the Hollow Bastion annual fair when that was taken. My friend Demyx had insisted on getting a picture of everyone that day. I really hate my picture being taken but he would take no for an answer, so Larx grabbed me and forced me into a hug so tight that I couldn’t escape from” He smiled reminiscently. “It was then that I realised I like her more than a friend, but I hadn’t told her about it until a year later. We hooked up and then a year after that we moved here. Two seventeen year old kids living alone in the wide world. In hindsight, we should have waited a bit longer to move in together, or at least finish school first, but hey. Our mistakes shape us into who we are today, right?” He grinned at me then took a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah” I replied, taking a drink of my own coffee.

“You say you’ve lived in this building for five years, right? So that would make you how old now?” he asked out of curiosity.

“I’m twenty four, I’ll be twenty five in two months”

“Geez, Kid, twenty four? You look about sixteen; I know that wouldn’t work, because it would mean you lived here since you were eleven. I would never have guessed you were only a year younger than me, man” He stated incredulously. Blushing I looked away because he was now examining my face like I wasn’t human. “What’s your secret?”

I laughed. For the first time in a long time I laughed. And it felt good.

“I’m being serious!” He cried out. “If it weren’t for the humoured expression on your face now, I’d guess you used botox or some shit.”

“You really want to know my secret?” I asked amusedly once I calmed down from laughing. He nodded back at me as if to say ‘well duh’
“I don’t smoke”

“And how do you know that I do?” He asked smugly.

“Your apartment” I began. “It practically reeks of menthol cigarettes” I stated, matter of factly.

“Ok, so what are you a detective?” he scoffed and brought his mug to his lips but not before giving me an amused sideways glance.

“So, Axel…” Getting comfortable, I turned more towards him. “What do you do for a living?”

“I, Roxas, work in the entertainment industry”

“Oh?” Now I was intrigued.

“I’m a wedding singer”

“Oh”

He laughed. Oh how I could get used to that noise.

“Don’t sound so unimpressed!” He feigned shock, placing a hand on his chest and moving back ever so slightly. I didn’t like the distance he was creating.

“Sorry, I’m not unimpressed. I just assumed…”

“To assume, my dear Roxas is to make and Ass out of U and Me.”

“Really, I’m sorry; it sounds like an interesting line of work, really. I mean, I work in a book shop, anything is more interesting that that”

He leaned back against the couch and placed his hands behind his head. “It really is a great job, the pay isn’t great but it’s enough to get by” He glanced over at me, exposing the creamy flesh of his neck. “I just wish that people would take me seriously as a singer, you know? It’s all well and good singing for wedding once or twice a week every month but I just don’t get the buzz that I want.”

He sounded so passionate about it, I just wanted to grant his wishes for him and give him everything he dreamt of. If is speaking voice or laugh was anything to go by, I bet he was an amazing singer.

“Sing something” I urged.

“What, n-no…” he laughed nervously.

“Are you getting stage fright?” I asked jokingly. But when he rubbed the back of his neck and his face turned red, I felt sort of bad for putting him on the spot like that. “Sorry.”

“Quit apologising, Roxas” He smiled at me.

“Ok, I’ll stop apologising. But you owe me a song eventually”

“Deal” he held out his hand and I took it.

Suddenly I heard His apartment door bang open. I immediately snatched my hand back and placed them both in my jacket pocket.

“Be right back” He said, as he stood up, looking rather concerned.

When Axel disappeared into the hallway I heard him mumbling to someone. There was a bit of fumbling around and a bang before I heard a woman’s voice.

“NO!” she cried. Immediately I knew who it was.

“Larx, can we go into the bedroom I have company” he sounded pissed but seemed like he was trying to stay calm for both mine and her benefit.

“Is it that bitch Xion? Are you fucking her!?” she was practically screaming now, she sounded intoxicated.

“Bedroom… now!” Axel sounded furious, I think he’d come to the same conclusion I had. I was becoming extremely more uncomfortable with every second. I wanted to get up and leave, but I didn’t want to be caught up in their row.

There voices were a lot more muffled now, but I could still hear almost everything clearly.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“What’s it to you?”

“How much?!”

“I don’t know, about 7 beers, no big deal.” I heard the sound of her kicking her shoes off against the wall.

“For fucks sake Larx, Do you even care that you’re carrying our baby?”

“Nothing will happen!” She retorted back like an indignant child.

“I thought you had gone to visit your mother” Axel had lowered his voice now.

“Oh come on! If I’d told you I was going drinking you never would have let me leave! You’re suffocating me Axel!”

“I’m only thinking of you and the baby! I don’t want anything to happen to either of you”

By now it sound like Axel was getting upset. And not in the sense of angry, upset. But genuinely sad.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you both”

My heart beat for him. An ache in my chest that made me want to go in there and just put my arms around him and to tell him everything will be alright. But the knowing that I could never do that hurt even more.

After that there were a few more quiet words that I couldn’t make out. I heard the bedroom door open and Axel began talking.

“Just drink that water, I’ll be back to check on you later” Sighing he closed the door.
“I’m sorry about that…”

“Don’t apologise, If I’m not allowed to, neither are you.” I gave him a small smile.

He forced a smile back. Running a hand through his hair he looked back at the room Larxene was in.

“Look, maybe you should go, Sorr…”

“I understand.” I replied gently.

He shown me to the door and he lent against the frame. He looked so drained. The sparkled that was there in his eyes earlier this evening was completely gone, his eyes almost void of any sort of life.

“I’ll see you around, Rox” He said just as he began shutting the door.

“13C” I blurted out.

“Excuse me?”

“That’s my apartment number. If you need to, I don’t know, get away. I’ll be there for you.” I offered with a smile.

“Thanks” He replied, this time with a genuine smile.

On impulse I lent forward and gave him a quick loose hug, to which I was surprised to feel him return. Stepping back from him I said goodnight and waved back at him as I walked away. No glancing back at him, because I knew if I did, I’d never want to leave.

I’m somewhat happy with the way this turned out. I will at some point go through this again and fix any grammatical errors. Feedback would be great, anything to let me know that people are reading this :)
Until next time~
Yuki~
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