***Ah Jesus. I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I don't know. I'd say I've been busy and it wouldn't be a lie, but I just wasn't motivated at all. I'm really sorry. But where were we? Roxas just got away from his batshit nuts parents…Vexen died… Roxas flipped out on Axel, but he's going to live with him… Yeah, that's where we are!***

Axel Pov

Axel led Roxas into his apartment, taking care not to touch the blonde. Since Roxas had flinched whenever he was touched before all of this, heaven only knows what would happen now. He might go catatonic with shock or something.

"So, I moved out from Anastasia's house. I thought she should be left alone with Demitri since they're thinking of starting a family with a real child and stuff. I'd probably just be in the way." Axel said with a shrug. Roxas didn't respond, he just followed Axel through the house.

Axel took him on a tour, showing him the bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, and the kitchen (which had a lock on the knife drawer as a precaution), and the guest room.

"I guess this will be your room." Axel said, showing Roxas to the guest room, "You can decorate it any way you want, except you know, naked pictures or creepy Marilyn Manson posters. The second one just because the man freaks the hell out of me. I mean his music is okay if you're into that sort of thing, but he looks like a mental hospital escapee." Axel said with a slight grin, trying to get a laugh or at least a reaction out of Roxas.

Roxas walked to the bed and put his duffle bag of things from Cloud on his bed.

Axel ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I put most of your things in storage, but if there's anything you need just tell me. Or write it down or whatever you're going to do this time. So yeah… I'll be in the living room if you need me." Axel said. He closed the door behind him and rushed to the living room.

This wasn't what he expected. He had expected Roxas to be either the way he was last time or dead. This… he wasn't sure if this was better than dead. No! Of course it was… Of course… Axel sat heavily in his chair and put his head in his hands. This would be hard… he could tell.

Roxas Pov

Roxas sat lightly on Axel's… his bed. He looked around the room. The walls were stark white, and the floor was wooden. There was a nightstand, a mirror, a bed, and a dresser. But other than that, the room was empty.

Roxas's mind was buzzing with indecipherable words… mostly his mother's… everything she said…. It was all replaying in his mind. He still wasn't entirely sure if he was happy to be away from his mother or not. He had deserved everything he got… But he was glad that Vexen was dead. So glad. Should he be glad? He didn't know…

Roxas unzipped his duffle bag and glanced over at the other bag that Axel had carried in that was on the floor next to the door. He should unpack.

He organized the dresser with his clothes, he put a few books on the shelf in the nightstand, and he set some flowers that Namine and Marluxia had brought him on top of his dresser. Then he turned to face Axel's bag.

He unzipped it and gasped. On top were his Wayfinders. Roxas bit his lip and held them close. He had left them on his nightstand when he left… He debated for a very long time, his eyes filled with unshed tears as he stared at the necklaces in his hand. Eventually he slipped them around his neck. Mother's voice in his head was screaming at him, although he knew she never knew of the necklaces. He could hear her screaming at him. He had failed her yet again. He had defied her.

And that was only at the top of that damned Axel's bag.

He looked deeper into it and found a shoebox. His pictures…. He didn't want to look at them right now. He slid the box under his bed. An iPod and headphones. He put that on the nightstand. Another box. Roxas didn't remember it, though it had his handwriting on the top. It said "Me and Axel", so Roxas slid it under the bed again. An unmarked, taped box. He knew he had taped it shut… but why? Roxas slid it under the bed as well.

One more thing was at the bottom of the bag, although Roxas knew it wasn't supposed to be there. It was a crumpled note. This WAS Axel's gym bag after all… Roxas looked around conspiratorially, of course no one was there. He carefully unfolded it and looked. It was a note from Axel to Namine… stuff about the class… about what the homework was… and then, after a short joke by Axel and an "lol" by Namine there was a little "I hope we find him soon." And "We will".

Roxas crumpled the paper in his fist and stared at the wall.

This is wrong wrong wrongwrong wrong WRONG. He shouldn't be feeling this way… that emptiness… that feeling in his chest… what was it? It had to do with Axel… That abomination... What does it MEAN!

Roxas clutched his head and curled up on himself. He rocked back and forth on his heels, trying to stop all these reactions. He heard footsteps coming down the hall. He froze. He scrambled up from his position on the floor and shoved the note under his pillow. Roxas sat on his bed and looked at the wall determinately, trying to figure out that reaction as well. Why had he stopped? Why did he hide the note?

He was confusing himself. Roxas sighed and tried to make his mind blank as he leaned back on the wall that the bed was pressed against.

Someone knocked on the door. They said that they were going to come in. When Roxas didn't answer Axel opened the door and looked at the blonde on the bed who was looking blankly at the wall.

'He's disgusting' Roxas thought as the redhead looked at him, 'those tattoos… that demonic hair… he looks like Satan incarnate.'

"Roxas, we're having dinner. It'll be a good change from that tasteless hospital food. Hell, that stuff was so gross. It's a wonder that patients get well eating that sh—stuff." Axel corrected himself. "Anyways, I can't really cook without burning myself and my kitchen… poor stove… anyways, I made mac'n'cheese. It's not burned, so that's a plus, but it's not like gourmet or anything." Axel rambled on.

'He's such a dork.' Roxas thought fondly, almost letting a smile slip onto his face. But then he mentally slapped himself. 'NO! He's evil… horrible… the devil…'

Roxas got up off the bed and walked to the kitchen, right past Axel. He sat down and started to eat the food on the plate in front of him.

Axel Pov

Axel stood still where Roxas had walked past him. He felt so… hurt? Why should he? It wasn't like this was anything new… At least Roxas wasn't freaking out or punching him or anything. But still… And he had thought Roxas was going to laugh or smile at least for a moment there, but then that almost smile look turned into a very blank, almost angry look.

How was he even sure that had happened? Maybe he was interpreting wrong? It was a very slight shift, and how could Axel tell anyways?

This was so confusing… Roxas had BEGGED to be saved in his final letter to Axel… why was he acting like this? It just didn't make any SENSE! Axel nearly slammed his fist against the wall, but he stopped himself. That might scare Roxas. That wouldn't be good. No… That would be quite bad.

Axel followed Roxas to the kitchen and sat across from the blonde to eat. The dinner was silent and awkward, for Axel at least, until Roxas got up and left to his room. He closed the door and turned off the light.

Axel went to his computer and talked to Namine, trying to sort everything out.

Roxas Pov

Roxas went to his room and flicked off the light before climbing into bed. He couldn't sleep though. He just stared at the ceiling. And stared. He couldn't sleep. If he slept Vexen would come with his… hands. All over.

Roxas shuddered. His chest still had that funny, empty, painful feeling in it.

It was another punishment. For running away from Mother. It was his fault she and Father were on the run again. All his fault…

***This is the end of the chapter! Do you like? I'll try to have another up by next weekend.***