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Love:: Misunderstanding
By : hachi-miitsu
Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe
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Fucking blah. I told you!! Shitty mood. RAAAAWR >:U
I hope you like it because I'm so stressed right now. If you aren’t feeling the looming dread then I haven’t done my job right Q_Q bad Hachi. Bad, bad girl.
And another thing!!! @___@ Can't find my goddamn tissues.
If I used any song lyrics the kudos’ll be at the end. Er… Square EnixXx, you know I….*Lawyer coughs*….DON’T own KH. There. Better? *lawyer nods*

Chapter Seven : Shedding the Chrysalis
Roxas fidgeted against the thing constricting his movements. She was walking away. He called for her but she kept her back turned.
"Mom!"
She was drifting further and he was trapped.
"Mom, don't go! Mom!"
Finally she turned, smiling sadly in a white dress.
Static. Hissing. Roxas flailed his arms to clear it. A patch shifted and he could only see a part of her now.
He stared at her, so far away. The static was thickening again.
Shhhhh.
He was so heavy. Now she was rising, her back straight. He looked up at her as his chest swelled painfully. He couldn't understand why, she was healthy and radiant yet he was so sad. So sad and heavy…
Roxas lurched forward, screaming but there was no sound. He groped for her hand but could only grab useless fistfuls of empty air. She smiled and shook her head. Up, up, up. The static enveloped her just as a burst of light sealed the barrier between them. Roxas shaded his eyes and felt a part of himself float away with her.
"Be strong my love." The last words that escaped through the barrier he couldn't cross were whispered, a mere echo.
Roxas jolted awake, knowing three things simultaneously: he was never going to see his mother again, Axel was awake and staring at him, and he was still cradled snuggly against the other boy's body. He was drenched in sweat and his eyes were sore and damp with stale tears.
The blonde tore himself out of bed, Axel close behind as he ran to his mother's room. Not one for subtlety, Roxas threw open the door with a bang and both boys froze.
The woman looked a little rumpled from sleep and sickness lingered as an ominous wraith in the shadows of her face. She blinked and glanced over at them, her lips twisting in amusement.
"What are you getting so excited about this early in the…oh my."
Roxas wasted no time as he catapulted himself across the room to the side of her bed. His knees buckled and he buried his face into her stomach, letting relief wash over him like a dunk in a desert oasis. She smiled and patted his head, shooting a sly look at Axel who was standing in the doorway awkwardly.
The woman tutted and pushed her son back so she could swipe at the tears and snot now coated on his face. "Such a messy child."
He hiccupped as she patted his cheek. "Yes, yes. Enough of that now. You look like you've seen a ghost."
He paled and she snorted, sensing that her statement had more truth than poetry. Axel scuffed his foot on the carpet. She looked up at him again as she pulled herself into a seating position. No coughing, but her breathing was labored and when she wheezed it was like something was rattling around in her chest. Her hand shook as she reached for an orange pill bottle resting on the table near the bed.
"Be a dear", she called to Axel, "And get me a glass of water would you?"
He nodded, relief evident as he shot down the stairs to fulfill her request. She glanced down at her son and clutched the bottle tighter to stop her trembling. The woman snuck a peek at Roxas's wristwatch and gasped.
"Roxas Meguriaukagi", she hissed. "You hop into that shower this instant and get yourself ready for school."
He winced, never appreciating a scolding more than he did at that moment. He climbed to his feet when a thought occurred to him. "Won't you need—"
"I won't hear of it young man. See these", she shook the pill bottle at him with more panache than an Olympic athlete. "They'll do the job fine. I got them just for this."
Roxas pulled a face. "Ma, I still don't think—"
She glared at her son. "No. You don't think. Off with you." She waved her hands in a shooing motion as Axel came back into the room. He handed her the water with a bemused expression as she popped three of the big white pills and gulped down a swallow.
The woman panted and set down the half empty glass as she shifted to lay back down. "I don't need someone fussing over me when nothing can be done anyways. You can spend that time being productive—"
"But—"
"—in the classroom."
"Mom, please…"
"Young man", she warned. "I don't want to argue with you."
"Neither do I", he whined. "An argument, I could win. You just say no."
"And I'm saying it again. Vamoose!"
The blonde grit his teeth, wanting to throttle her for her stubbornness. Now he knew how she felt when he pushed himself to go to school even when he was sicker than a dog. It wasn't a nice feeling; to grapple with that anxiety, knowing you couldn't do anything to control the other person's will when they were doing something to hurt themselves. She was truly a saint.
He kissed her forehead and set her cell down on the pillow. "If you need anything…"
She smiled and reached up to hug his neck. "Go", she said softly this time as the small woman gave his hair a fond ruffle. Of course, she wouldn't tell him she was going easy on him, that she couldn't put any more fire in her voice if she tried. This was already costing her too much.
Roxas hesitated in the doorway as he looked back and bit his lip.
"Axel", she snapped, making one final push.
He jumped and glanced up at her. "Ma'am?"
"Take care of my light work."
He grinned wolfishly as he gave her a rather sarcastic salute. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." Axel scooped the blonde up and threw him over his shoulder as he flounced out of the room, Roxas howling the whole way.
The woman smiled to herself as she closed her eyes. She saw the way that redhead looked at her boy. But she didn't mind, because she caught that same expression mirrored on her son's face when he thought she wasn't looking.
A dull weight settled in her stomach like lead. Soon Roxas would need that boy more than ever. She looked over at the pill bottle and swallowed. Very soon.
With a heavy sigh that made her lungs squirm and burn, Roxas’s mother swung her legs over the side of the bed and wobbled out of the room to go heat up the clothes iron.
_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_
Roxas shuddered as he took a deep breath, feeling light and giddy and silly. He was glad he didn't know what he thought he'd known. Axel laughed at his side as they walked in the chilly morning, feeling much the same. He ran his fingers through sleep rumpled spikes and then down in awe over one sharp lapel that still smelt faintly of steam. His uniform was from the day before but he didn't mind so much. It was warm with a mother's touch.
_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_
She was getting worse.
Roxas grit his teeth as he gripped his pencil and tapped it against the workbook. His hands were better now. He hated that. He didn't want to heal this fast, not when she was getting worse. The clock was sluggish and usually he begrudged it for that. But now he willed it to slow so much that it stopped. He could sense that the seconds were ticking closer to…
No.
No, no, no.
The dream had meant nothing, and the pills—whatever they were—were helping. Even if she upped the dose each time. Even if her skin paled more with the passing days. Even if she slept more; she was still breathing.
Her pain would ease for a short while and they'd laugh and enjoy each other's company after he got home. She didn't let him neglect his studies but that was okay. Axel accompanied his most of the time and they'd spread their books on the floor of her room and study for hours, talk, spend time together. They were…more a family during this time than most.
Roxas was ashamed to his core to say that he was happier than he'd been in years. But it was the truth; he was guilty and giddy all at once. The flutters were getting more and more frequent when he was around Axel, his body responded on its own. Electricity stroked his nerves, making goose bumps rise on his arms, the back of his neck, down the small of his back. Hot embers swirled in his gut and slithered ever lower to tickle his…
Roxas shook himself and yelped when his pencil snapped in half. What the hell was he thinking at a time like this? He had no right. A vision of his mother's hand coated in her own blood flashed through his mind and he pushed it away. No right, indeed.
At that moment the lunch bell rang. The blonde sighed, ignoring the funny looks he was getting from his peers. Another reason he was so agitated, Axel wasn't here today.
At least that was the assumption since they hadn't met up in first period. Aside from that first night, Axel had refused to stay over. Even though he visited for long periods—helping with housework, cooking, caring for his mother, or being a shoulder to cry on when Roxas needed it—he still never spent the night. Despite protests from both occupants of the Meguriaukagi household, Axel slipped out to join the shadows of the night after he'd tucked them both into bed.
He was skittish whenever they touched unexpectedly which surprised Roxas more than anything. It seemed the more he wanted Axel to be near, the more he was being pushed away.
Roxas bit his lip and heaved a sigh, wondering what could be going on under that mass of red spikes. He placed his things in his bag and shouldered the strap, dreading the noisy bustle of hungry teens undoubtedly packed into a tight mob in the cafeteria already. It was bad enough with Axel there to ease his people phobia. Without him…
Roxas shuddered. He glanced around warily for any sign of Xigbar and touched the knife in his pocket Axel had urged him to take, just in case. After that last time, the redhead went out of his way in making sure to teach him at least the basics so he wouldn't be helpless if something ever happened again when he wasn’t around.
“It all comes down to balance. You’re small so you against them in terms of power is out of the question. Use what you have; speed, surprise. If they try to take you again then shred them with a fang they won’t see coming. Whatever you do, don’t let yourself get caught. Now, let’s see you try and avoid my hold.”
The blonde hadn't needed to use it yet, but touching the sliver of cold steel encased in the fold-up plastic made him feel infinitely safer than before. Especially since he was getting better and better at using it.
As he took his hand out to grip the shoulder strap, someone grabbed him by the scruff of his uniform and dragged him back.
_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_
Axel snarled as he slammed the door and locked it, chucking the blonde effortlessly the rest of the way into the room against a pile of desks. The boy rolled and was on his feet in less than a second like Axel had taught him. Roxas whipped around and Axel felt a glimmer of pride as he saw the knife clutched in his small hands.
The shorter boy dropped it and his face paled. Eyes wide he skirted Axel's form, from his split lip to the scrapes and gashes on his arms. His sleeves were rolled up—showing off the gauze from where Roxas had sliced his forearm during one practice session—but his uniform was filthy, like he'd slept outside in it or something. Then again, from the fatigue that pulled at Axel's features, it looked like sleep had been the farthest thing from his activity list.
Chills rose on Roxas's skin, but these weren't the pleasant ones that had plagued him for the past few days. No, these were the old ones.
Axel stalked toward him, no trace of the gentle guardian there. His pupils dilated as he panted from the extensive damage and further strain he was putting on himself. His body tensed, he wanted to attack. The blonde quaked before him, not afraid for himself but for the husk that used to be his first and dearest friend. Axel stopped and cocked his head, appraising the boy as Roxas edged forward, stopping just out of reach.
“Axe—ah!” Roxas gasped when Axel lunged and grabbed the front of his shirt.
"I've had it with you", he snarled.
"Wha—"
"Do you know what you do to me?"
"Axel, hold on. It's me, Roxas! What's wro—"
"I know who you are", he bellowed as he shook the blonde a little. "I know, dammit."
You think you know it all, don't you, you smug little bastard?
Roxas's eyes widened, not in fear but in awe as he beheld this feral predator that had never turned on him before. His Axel was dormant but still in there somewhere. He could feel it. Placing his hands on Axel's trembling fists bunched in his shirt, Roxas tried to reach him.
"Axel, stop this. Come on, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong."
Axel's green eyes were wild as he clutched tighter, trying to pull himself back into reality. No, no he didn't want to wake up yet. He didn't want to face anything. Leave him alone. Don't touch. Leave him be. "Nn…gh. Shit", he snarled.
The redhead yanked Roxas bodily off his feet and before the blonde knew what was happening lips were being pressed hard against his. Lips… they weren't soft as he'd imagined.
Roxas's brain sputtered a moment before kicking into high gear. He flailed, jerking as his legs swung uselessly in the air. Tan hands flew up and pressed against the taller boy’s throat. Axel growled and bit the boy's lower lip to keep him still. Roxas cried out but it was silenced as Axel's hands hitched in his shirt to get a better grip. He groaned against his protector’s mouth. The redhead was beyond all reason now.
He'd had a taste. Finally, after holding himself in check for so long. He wanted more.
Axel kept their mouths mashed together, grinding his lips against the flavor of heaven. His brain was fogged. He was drifting in a haze, hearing nothing but the ugly cacophony of fists and his father's cursing.
Faggot. Beast!
Yes. Yes, all true. He didn't care. What was he doing? Hurting. Hurting the one he shouldn't be.
Hold still you little shit.
Roxas squirmed as Axel licked along the contours of the shorter boy's mouth. Turning, he slammed Roxas against the wall and snatched the blonde's legs, wrapping them around him. It was sharp and it was cruel, the way he rocked his hips.
You're just like your mother.
Roxas whimpered, startled by the sudden bruising intrusion against his core. He tried to push at Axel's chest again but he was trapped between a wall and a hard place. With a gritty mewl, he sagged while Axel cupped his ass in both large hands and kneaded the supple globes while grinding their bodies together slowly, rolling the center of his body so that it collided with Roxas perfectly.
"Hu…uh…. Axel, s-stop. Please don't do thi—"
The redhead abandoned his grip to snatch the sides of Roxas’s face and devour his mouth again, sucking a pink lip between his teeth and biting down until he tasted blood. The smaller boy sobbed as Axel's teeth receded, only to break off in a soft gasp when his captor bucked against him again. Out of instinct, his thighs clenched tighter to keep him close to the friction that sizzled like merciless lightening through his clothed body, dampening quickly with sweat. It was now the only thing keeping him in place. Sliding, pushing, clinging.
His back arched while blunt nails dug into the redhead’s back, dragging a feral hiss from him. "A-Axel! Stop! Plea—ha!" His heart thundered until it drowned out his pleas.
—ate…hate you!
Not like this, not like this. Where was his Axel? This wasn't him…
Molten heat exploded in them both as Axel fisted Roxas's hair and pulled his head back to feast on the tan neck, keeping the motion of their bodies slow, controlled. The blonde squeezed his eyes shut, knitting his eyebrows and making a pleading sound, somewhere between a moan and a sob as Axel's tongue dragged across his pulse. Releasing his grip on downy spikes, he then placed his hand underneath Roxas's head to hold him in place.
He was the beast everyone accused him of being in this moment as he seared all rational things from their minds, groaning nonsensical obscenities against Roxas’s open mouth with every harsh thrust. Axel snarled, capturing pink lips between his teeth before urging another tongue-laced kiss.
Strangled moans. Broken gasps. Torturous friction increased as blatant arousals brushed through their trousers, making both boys see white each time. The pulsing heat was trapped between hard-rubbing bodies that searched for relief. With each sloppy swipe of his tongue, he singed the younger boy’s flesh. Roxas jumped with a sultry whine. There was no rhythm. There was no beauty or poetry. Just animals sating an urge.
Axel returned to Roxas's lips yet again, swallowing fearful little noises. Their lips still together, he jerked forward, making Roxas choke. The kiss was long and hard. It was meant to punish.
Punish?
Axel paused as Roxas wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him close. "Come back. Come back to me Axe, please", he whispered with more than a hint of desperation.
Green eyes blinked, finally aware of the situation. Dread stirred in his body as he looked at Roxas; gasping with tears in his eyes as he clung to the taller boy like his world was shattering.
Without warning, Axel threw himself away from Roxas. The blonde slid down the wall, shaking…but not all of it was from fear. His body snapped with a sensation he'd never experienced before. It sang through his blood like a drug, crawling, begging for more.
Sanity glinted in Axel's eyes as he wiped his mouth and stepped further away, not aware of anything else except the smaller boy's tremors.
"Oh…oh god. Rox…as…orry…s-sorry."
He shook his head as Roxas clambered onto shaky legs. Axel's mouth hinged open in silent horror as the blonde held a hand to his lips, still panting and flushed from their…encounter. Axel darted to the door only to remember it was locked. He fiddled with it in a panic, flinching when a small hand grabbed his elbow. Axel closed his eyes, not ready to see the pain or fear that he had caused in the other boy's expression.
The gentle tug turned forceful as Roxas used his footing and swung Axel around, away from the door. The blonde put himself between Axel and the only escape route in the room. The taller boy stiffened and refused to look at him as he awaited the harsh words, the hatred he deserved. It would be the final yank of the noose. He’d really done it now.
Roxas's expression was decidedly blank as he stood there. Axel winced and jerked his head to the side when he saw the boy raise his arm in his peripheral. His breathe hitched at the first contact…but it wasn't a blow. No, this was…
The blonde's fingers ghosted against his split lip, realizing what must have happened. "Oh Axel", he sighed. Axel had been there for him all this time, giving without taking. Even though he'd snapped just now, Roxas couldn't say that…he hadn't wanted it.
A part of him, a big part had been entertaining the idea more and more. And Axel was so…
The blonde tugged his wrist until they were both sitting; Axel in astonishment, Roxas in silent contemplation. The taller boy yelped when Roxas scooted to lean against the wall and tugged his head down to rest in his lap. He ran his fingers through the red spikes, not demanding an explanation for what Axel had just done, or why he was in such a state.
The room buffered the clamor in the hall as students passed by, oblivious to the two figures whose feelings were tangled. Lunch was over, but they wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon.
"It's okay", Roxas whispered. "I've got you now."
Axel closed his eyes and cried.
_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_
Lips parted, moaning as their owner tried to escape his fitful slumber.
Watch over him.
"Hmm…mh", he sighed. His back arched to press himself closer to the sensation combing through his hair. Soft. Warm. It counteracted his building anxiety. The boy turned and nuzzled into smoky heat that pulsed against his cheek. It felt so good here.
I will. I like him a lot.
I know. I have to go now.
Wait. Where're you—
Axel shifted and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times, enjoying the sensation that didn't pause as he basked in the throbbing of his body, the thrumming of blood and comfort and pleasure and stiffness.
Then he remembered.
"Good morning, starshine. The earth says hello."
Axel shot up. Roxas had one knee raised against his chest while the other stretched out as he leaned against the wall. Axel felt mortified as he blushed, realizing that leg must have been his pillow. Green eyes flitted to Roxas's face again. He looked tired, but no worse for wear. Wear…oh God.
"Roxas…"
The blonde smiled. "You don't have to explain. I know you didn't mean it.”
But he had meant it…he just wished it’d been under different circumstances. Axel dragged his eyes away as shame scalded his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like that."
Roxas snorted. "I said it was okay. We all lose control sometimes." The blonde raised a hand and thumbed the cut on Axel's lip. "Welcome back", he murmured.
Axel swallowed as Roxas pulled himself to his feet before padding over to pick up the knife, glad for a distraction to ease the heavy thudding of his heart and the pink that by now stained his whole body. The redhead palmed his face and peeked through his fingers at the fine sight Roxas made bending over. God, kill him now.
Axel groaned under the pretense of pulling himself to his feet as well. He glanced around at the orange light the room was bathed in and cringed at how long they must have stayed.
"Don't worry", Roxas said, interrupting his thoughts. "School ended a couple of hours ago but some club activities are still going on. We aren't locked in."
Axel puffed out his cheeks in relief. Granted he'd been in a haze during that….but he still felt soft cries as they ghosted against his shoulder. Still touched the flesh of those firm thighs, pliant, as he pressed himself between Roxas's clothed legs. He shook his head, glad that luck was on his side for once. If they'd gotten locked in here… "We should head over and check on your mom."
Roxas hummed his agreement as he slid the door back. "I feel like KFC tonight. Mom likes their mashed potatoes too. Let's stop by on the way."
"You got it. Has she called at all?"
The blonde dangled his phone by its strap and glared down at the silent device. "Nope."
"I'm sorry", Axel said again, voice heavy from guilt at keeping Roxas so long. The blonde waved a dismissive hand and strolled down the hall.
Axel rubbed the back of his neck and scowled at how normal Roxas was acting. Then again, maybe that was a blessing in disguise. He followed Roxas out, determined now more than ever to keep a tighter rein on himself so that the boy would have more time to treasure something Axel could barely remember.
_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_o_
The bags rustled as the savory scent of chicken filled the doorway. Roxas sighed appreciatively as he toed his shoes off with Axel following suit. He, of course, wasn't carrying anything. Axel had bought. And Axel had lugged.
The redhead grunted as he hauled the piping load into the kitchen. A hiss escaped through his teeth as he finally deposited the bags on the counter. Rolling his shoulder, he glanced over at the blonde who had a sly expression on his face.
"So much for forgiving me huh?"
Roxas grinned and turned to go up the stairs. Axel trailed after him, protesting good-naturedly. "I was bonkers, I tell you. It wasn't my fault."
"I know."
"You're such a tyrant. Oh sure, you may look cute but behind that demure exterior—"
Roxas snorted. "Demure? That's rich."
"—lies a demon! A slave driver!"
"Damn right—”
“Don’t call me skippy again…”
“—skippy."
Roxas beat him up the stairs and Axel went to go lay down their school bags in Roxas's room. He rolled his other shoulder and kneaded the kinked muscles at the base of his neck, wondering just what colonel's secret ingredient was and why the hell chicken could be so damn heavy.
Sighing, he figured it was probably safer for everyone involved that the secret stayed a secret. The redhead turned and padded down the hall but pulled up short. Roxas had his back to him, frozen in the doorway.
Something was wrong.
Why wasn't the woman greeting them like she usually did? A sudden chill raced down his spine as Roxas continued to stand there. Stepping forward carefully, Axel went to lay his hand on the shorter boy's shoulder.
It never got the chance to connect because, just as they would have touched, Roxas staggered over the threshold. A scream tore from his throat. Couldn't she hear? Why was she just laying there?
Roxas was suddenly trapped in a vacuum. There was no sound, no air. Only Roxas, unsure how he still had the strength to stand. And that smell…He was only vaguely aware that real life wasn't like on those crime shows where people blithely move around the body as they go on about their business. It was messy. It was stifling. It was blood and feces and plans cut short.
It was broken promises, and soulless screaming. Was he screaming?
Axel jerked back, as startled and sickened as the mother's son who grabbed chunks of his hair and wailed like a dying animal.
Roxas's head spun as he crashed to his knees and heaved, trying to dispel the bone deep…
Kneeling in his own vomit, he shrieked like someone was stringing the nerves from his body and playing them like a macabre violin. His heart, oh his heart was splintering. This was someone else. This woman who was laying in his mother's bed…she was an imposter because his mother would always look at him.
So why did this hurt so much? Why wasn't she looking at him? Opening her eyes and smiling at him? Her mashed potatoes would get cold, he realized. He needed to wake her up because she was just sleeping. She had to get up so she could eat them and take strength from the food. She was not dead!
"Mom! Momma! Wake up, mommy", wretched sobs wracked his body as he slipped in his puke to try and reach her. If he could just touch her, to feel that she was warm…he just needed to touch her once and she'd wake up. She had to.
Axel rushed forward and grabbed Roxas by the shoulders as he reached out to the corpse.
"Let me go", he hollered. "Let me go! I have to wake her up so she can take her medicine. Mom, wake up!"
"No Roxas", Axel said harshly.
"She's not dead", he screeched, squirming to release the other boy's grip. "She's not! She can't be. Let me go!"
"Roxas! Look at me", Axel snarled. The redhead shook the boy by the shoulders as gently as he could.
Roxas couldn't hear him. Couldn't see him.
"Mom…" He whimpered as his voice cracked, lifting a weak arm and clenching his hand.
Roxas hiccupped and stared at Axel as if he was transparent. Suddenly, he went limp. The dead didn't feel the tears of the living. She was fine this morning. Why now? Why her? She seemed like she was getting better.
Axel tried reaching him again, but Roxas's mind slipped into a daze to protect itself. He glanced with hollow eyes at his mother's body, at Axel, and back again.
Red hair, green eyes. Red blood… blood….death…
She was dead. He snapped back and his face contorted as it pulled into a silent scream. Roxas buried his face into Axel's shoulder and clutched at him desperately while he fell apart. The taller boy’s hold tightened a little as he felt warmth begin to trickle from where Roxas’s nails were gouging.
"Mommy, please come back. Please…Don't leave me…please. I'll be good…"
"Breathe slowly", Axel commanded, rubbing his hand in circles against the quivering back as Roxas coughed and gasped and sobbed. This was all his fault. He flinched, remembering the voice that had awoken him.
Watch over him.
He nodded at the woman who was no longer there, making a silent promise to himself. She was curled up like a little child. Except for a brown flakey line that dribbled down at one corner of her mouth where the blood had dried, she looked like she really was just sleeping. Her skin wasn't even blue yet, as the cold dead adopt in time.
"Stay strong…my Roxas."
The blonde winced as the dream came back to him. He lifted his head and forced himself to look at her again. Taking a shaky breath, he dislodged himself from Axel's grasp. The redhead thought about protesting but realized Roxas needed to do this.
His entire body was creaking like wood too loud in his ears. A shout built in his chest but never came even as his nerve endings combusted. Small snapping sounds echoed from within him and for once, he welcomed the pain.
Touch her.
She's gone.
Touch her.
Roxas limped over to her bedside, never letting his eyes leave the grisly sight.
Run.
Don't touch her.
You'll die too.
Roxas reached down, then drew back his hand and clenched it. He couldn't do it.
"Goodbye mother."
I love you.
Goodbye.
The room was smothering, the walls too close. Suddenly, he couldn't get far enough from this empty husk.
"Whatever I can do to help… I'm here." Axel's back was straight as he clenched his fists against his sides, feeling the loss not as much perhaps, but enough that even he felt like crying. It wasn't Roxas's mom he saw there, after all.
Roxas turned to him and deadened his expression. The redhead stepped forward and took one small hand into his own, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against a soft palm.
His eyes couldn't see. His ears couldn't hear. His mind shifted to autopilot. Had he thought about it, even for a brief moment he would have realized that the fingers tangled with his couldn't last. He would've realized how big a price he'd paid to get what he wanted.
"I know", he sighed at length.
And they said no more. There were the proper authorities to call and preparations to be made.

Sorry for any typos you may have encountered.
For the record, Roxas isn't okay with the death of his mother. He just realizes he needs to stop being a pussy and move on. And even if things did get awkward between Axel and Roxas because of what Axel did…*blushes* things really do happen like that. I've been there in Axel's situation and if your 'friends' accept you completely, they get over it when you snap. I know. Too fast and you hate me atm right? Screw it.
If you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner blowing my nose like a foghorn. One good thing out of this chapter? I found my fucking tissues.
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