Ok...My second REAL story. Yey. I have to admit, i like this one better than my other one...i'm not sure why at the moment though.
And to warn you all, Axel is mature in this fanfic...ik...it's insane, but he is. He has a job, and doesn't blow up in someone's face unless he seriously can't control the temptation to kill the person. xD
So, remember to comment!
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Roxas ran as quickly as he could. He had to escape. He had to try to get away. Whatever it was had totally ruined his whole fucking life. Roxas slowly forgot what it was he was running from exactly, but he still remembered he needed to run.
He ran to the only house with lights still on at this time of night.
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Axel was slipping his shirt on after his shower when he heard something moving outside. God, who the fuck is out at midnight on a rainy night?
He walked down the staircase and opened the front door. A younger boy, must have been around fifteen or sixteen, was sprawled out on his front lawn.
Axel was pretty damn sick of the jokes Demyx's friends played on their friend's own house.
"Hey, man, are you ok?" Axel asked, pulling the boy up.
The blonde looked up with unfocused eyes. "Wha…" he trailed off.
Axel frowned. "Are you ok, man? Do you want to come inside?" It was pouring outside, and Axel wasn't pleased that he was getting soaked.
Roxas looked around again. "I…" he nodded.
Axel pulled the boy up and carried him into the house, laying him gently on the couch. "Can I have the phone number of you parents? They might want to know where you are."
Roxas shook his head. What was his home phone number?
Axel grew more impatient. "Can I have a cell number of some sort? Anything to contact your parents?"
Roxas shook his head. "I…I don't…remember…"
"Ok, whatever. Come up to my room and we'll at least get you dry clothes for the night."
Axel led the blonde boy upstairs, and on his way to his room, he kicked Demyx's door to wake him up. "Damn it, Demyx! Get your ass out here!" Axel held the wobbly Roxas.
Demyx came out of his dark room rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What?" he moaned.
"Who the hell is this?"
Demyx took a look at Roxas. "I don't know. Are you picking up strangers off the street again?"
Axel glared at his best friend. "Seriously, Demyx. Who is he?"
Demyx shrugged. "I really don't know, Axel. I swear ta god."
Axel nodded. "Sure, whatever. I'll straighten this out in the morning." He pulled Roxas into his room.
Sitting Roxas on his bed, he went through some of his clothes then handed the blonde boy a few clothing items. "Here, you can go into the bathroom and change into these until we figure out what the hell your doing here."
Roxas nodded then went into the bathroom to change.
Axel laid down on his bed. He was exhausted. And it didn't help Demyx's friends were being assholes…again.
Roxas came back out wearing black Axel's clothes.
Axel nodded his approval. "Ok, kid. You can sleep on the couch right over there," he said pointing across his large room to a black leather sofa. "Got it memorized?"
Roxas nodded and went over to the couch. As soon as his head hit the comfy piece of furniture, he was asleep.
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Roxas woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs.
He sat up slowly, trying to ignore the pain in his head as someone ran up the stairs.
A blonde mullet/Mohawk haired boy smiled at Roxas. "Hey, man! 'Morning! Axel is worried as hell over you, man, so you should probably come down and eat!"
Roxas cocked his head to the side. He had no idea who this boy was, but food would be welcome.
Roxas followed the boy down the stairs and into a large kitchen. The redhead who he had dreamed about last night was standing by the oven cooking on the boilers. "Morning, kid. Glad to see you're up and walking by yourself." The redhead smiled.
Roxas nodded and moved to sit next to Demyx at the large oak table.
Demyx looked the boy over. "I'm Demyx!" Demyx told the newbie while sticking his hand out a handshake. "What's your name?"
"Roxas." Roxas said quietly. He shook Demyx's hand lightly.
"Awesome, Roxas. The redhead over there is Axel. He's a hot head, so don't piss him off." Demyx laughed easily as Axel turned to glare.
"Roxas," Axel continued before Demyx could say anything, "Demyx has school today, and I have work…I'd be happy to drop you off at your school if you told me which school you attend…"
Roxas frowned as he watched the redhead pile food on three plates. "I don't remember which school I go too…" And it was the truth. He seriously didn't remember.
Axel brought the plates over. "Very well, then. How old are you?" Axel was still dressed in his PJs. Long black shorts and a grey sleeveless shirt.
Roxas tried not to stare at Axel. He was…pretty darn good looking. "I'm 16."
Axel frowned as he moved to sit next to Demyx at the large table. "Then I'll allow you to stay here today, but we'll figure out where your from when I get home…which will just be in a few hours. Monday's are slow." He smiled.
Roxas looked away and nodded. "Thanks." He whispered.
Demyx clapped Roxas on the back. "Man! We'll have a ton of fun! We can play video games as soon as I get home from school!"
Roxas tried to nod like he meant it, but he was eerily depressed. "Ok."
Axel got up. "Ok, Demyx…you should be getting to school. I'll be down as soon as I get dressed, Roxas." He smiled and left Roxas with Demyx.
"Ok, see ya when school gets out, man!" Demyx smiled happily, knowing after school he would have someone to play video games with. He ran out of the door to get in a black BMW.
Roxas sat at the table and ate. He had no idea when he had last eaten, but he was starving. His legs also hurt from running from whatever it was that he wanted to get away from.
Axel came down a few minutes later dressed in a black suit. It looked great on him with his bright red flaming hair. "Ok, Roxas. I'll be back around noon, ok? Feel free to explore a little, just please don't leave the house. On the third floor, the first door on the right is my study, and I ask that if you feel the need to enter, that you not mess with the papers." He gave Roxas a final smile as he headed towards his Black Ferrari.
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Ohh...now what? Axel's mature! w00t!
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