Mmkay, everyone. This is the prologue to my first story. It's just an excerpt taken from a future chapter. I tried to write a real summary, but they all just sucked. So I took a couple lines from the song "Through the Fire and Flames", which the story is named after. I'm sure most of you know that song b/c my brother told me it's on one of the oh-so-popular Guitar Hero games, or something like that.
Well, I'm not sure when I'll actually get the first chapter up yet, but I'm trying. Stick around if you're interested in the story. It might be a little confusing but I really am trying to keep things organized.
Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know I don't own anything except my own ideas.
Warning: This fic does contain boy/boy love and lots of language. If you don't like, you probably shouldn't read.
"What the hell did you expect from me Rox?" He threw his hands up in defeat, "You were fucking twelve!"
Roxas glared at the red head, "What the hell does that have anything to do with?"
Axel's emerald eyes flashed with anger, "Oh, come on, I was a freshman! Not only was I dealing with the fact that I could possibly be GAY, but I was gay for my best friend... and not just any best friend... it was you! My twelve year-old, blond, innocent, little, HOT best friend! You think I didn't want you? Oh god... did I want you..." His eyes flashed with lust. "But I was four years older than you! I freaked, okay?"
"So you left me? Do you know what I've been through since you walked away? The hell I had to make it through all on my own... managing to barely thrive off a promise you once made me?"
"A promise I also kept, might I remind you!" The taller boy brought his hand on to Roxas's shoulder, "If I truly didn't care about you, why would I wait for you for four years? Four fucking years!"
The blond scowled, "If you really cared, you never would have thrown those scissors at me, huh?"
Axel growled, "What do you want from me? I apologized for that shit!"
"Never ever did you apologize!" Roxas crossed his arms. Axel had never truly apologized, well, at least not out loud. The two simple tattoos under his eyes had been a tribute to Roxas, though; a silent and permanent apology for the scars that had been left behind on the other. That had meant the world to Roxas at the time; It still did, actually. His pride wouldn't allow him to say that though.
Axel backed a step away, fingering the black triangles on his face.
Roxas looked away.
"I'm sorry, okay? I made a mistake and I know it... I was..."
His voice trailed off and he swallowed.
Neither spoke.
Roxas tilted his head, "You were what?"
Axel sighed and glanced between the shorter boy and his shoes, "Scared."
The blond snorted, "Ha! Now you're just being dramatic... you've never been scared a day in your life!"
The emeralds flashed dangerously, "You don't know a thing about me, Roxas! You really fucking don't. You didn't then and you don't now. I was a fool to wait all this time. I wasted all my high school years for a dream that you refuse to let come true."
With a final sigh, and no response from Roxas, the red head turned to leave, "I kept my end of the deal... what about you?"
Roxas swallowed, "I can't."
Axel scoffed, "I swear to God... you were more mature when you were twelve."
"Years changed me." He shrugged, feeling braver than he actually was.
"Yeah, no doubt."
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"I can't... not now... not here... give me time, okay? I promise you... in four years I'll find you... but only if you promise to let me."
"I promise."
- Jaspen