Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Easier to run ❯ Obviously didn't mean it ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Author's Note: I like this chapter. It shows Roxas' true feelings and stuff. :3
Axel is pretty cool in it too. Hope you enjoy. :]
Chapter three: Obviously didn't mean it
“Roxas, you have to listen to me, alright?” Axel asked. I nodded, even though it was too dark for him to see. Tears started to form in my eyes. I wanted so badly to actually see him.
Why isn't there any damn light in this room?
“I hate seeing you like this. But Roxas, I have to do this. If I told you everything, you wouldn’t understand. You might even try to deny it by hurting yourself, or even me…” He stopped and lights began to flicker on. I finally saw him. He was staring back at me with broken eyes.
“I would never hurt you, Axel,” I said truthfully. I tried to move my arms and legs again, now seeing that I really was strapped to a table.
“I know that. But…” he stopped and wiped a tear from my eye. I shivered.
I won't let him leave me. He wasn’t leaving me again.
I tried with all my might to rip free of the straps, the restraints that were keeping me away from Axel.
“Let me go, Axel…please,” I begged. I was crying by now, more than ever.
Why am I such a cry baby? I barley knew myself and I was turning out to be a total girl.
“I can’t do that, Roxas,” He said simply.
“Why the hell not?!” I shouted, my tears were turning into rage in a blink of an eye. I was like an emotional little ball of fire, it almost scared me. Almost.
Axel sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, straightening up now. I kept trying to see past this little fluke in him, this little flaw that had me bound to a table in a lab office with bright lights above my head like I was some kind of experiment. Axel was still the good one here. It was that bastard Vexen who was the one to hate. I felt the bubbling anger in me again, I fought to keep my sanity.
“Calm down, Roxas. There’s no reason to be struggling.”
“Just that I’m tied to a fucking table and you wont even think about letting me go!” I was finally about to loose it.
Let me go. Now. Or I might break my arms trying this hard.
“Roxas…Roxas! Stop!” Axel put his hands on me again, and again I felt the compelling energy to do as he commanded.
“This isn’t fair! You’re not telling me anything! You can’t do this to me! You’re being such a bastard!” I yelled, kicking my legs, feeling the straps begin to loosen. Axel suddenly looked shocked, as if what I said really hurt him. I took it back. I never would want to hurt him. Ever. I was not about to say sorry though. Not until he let me go. Axel moved his hands slowly up to the straps over me, stopping his hands where one fastened together.
“You know, that’s not the first time you’ve said something like that to me…” His voice was sad, reminiscent.
“Every time, I have to deal with this pain. The pain of knowing that you hate me…” He sounded like he was about to cry, but I saw no trace of a tear on his face.
My heart ached at his words.
Hate him? I could never hate him…
“Don’t say stuff like that…don’t even think that!” I yelled, struggling as hard as I could with the bands. My patience was just about at it’s limit. I suddenly heard a successful snap of a buckle.
My left arm was free!
Immediately, I unlatched the other belt over my right arm, squirming my way out of it like a dog on a chain. Axel stared at me, a look of shock stuck on his face.
That’s right, I'm not just a little kid. I wasn't going to take this shit.
I kicked my legs free and sprung up from the table, slightly staggering, but righting myself. My head was feeling a little better and I had the crazy adrenaline back in my system. I was ready to run, far away from this place. Axel just stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. I had no idea what was going on in his head.
Does he even want me free? He wants me tied up to a table like a lab rat?
I pushed my way around him, he grabbed my wrist in protest. I looked up at him and stared into his emerald eyes.
“Don’t try to stop me,” I said as sternly as I could.
“The door is locked, Roxas…”
“Then I’ll break it down!” I yelled at the floor, struggling in his hold. I was beginning to get pissed again; I needed to save my energy.
“Please, just calm down,” he said calmly. That wasn’t going to work. He would have to try harder than that.
“Let. Me. Go. Now.”
Axel frowned then walked me over to the door. Actually, pulling me was more like it. He stopped when my back hit the wall, then pushed my wrist against it, grabbing my other and doing the same. I froze in his grasp. If you ever want to know how it feels to be completely powerless to do anything of your own will, try being pinned up against a wall by Axel.
“Go sit back down,” Axel told me. It defiantly wasn’t an option. But I needed an option. I needed to convince him that it was okay.
“W-why…do I have to?” I asked, stumbling on my words, trying to look away from his piercing eyes.
Why am I acting like such a girl again?!
“Just trust me, Roxas.”
“Y-you’re making it so damn difficult to,” I scoffed, my voice wavering. I wanted to spit on his shoes, but reach up and kiss him at the same time.
Stupid girl feelings again, I have to check and make sure I really am a guy.
Axel frowned again and let me go, my hands falling back down to my sides. In the back of my mind, I wished he hadn’t. That feeling was gone quickly. I turned myself around and closed my eyes, readying to ram into the door. Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could loosen it up and get out.
“Roxas…” Axel started, he was cut off by the slam that sounded through the small room. A sickening crack came from my shoulder. I winced.
Shit, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…
“Roxas! Stop!” Axel yelled, whipping me back around to face him.
“Open the damn door and I will!” I screamed back at him, my face going red with anger. Axel’s head lowered as his hands dropped to his sides. I calmed slightly, staring at his bright red hair. It reminded me of warm blood. I wanted to run my fingers through it.
No. No, I don't.
“You would think dealing with you like this over and over again would get a little easier,” I heard a short, sarcastic laugh somewhere in those words. He brought his head back up, his glossy eyes attached to mine. I felt my heart drop into my stomach, or somewhere in that vicinity.
This fight was over before it even started.
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I was back on the table. Yea, go ahead. Laugh. Call me whatever you want. Why don’t you try watching Axel cry in front of you. At least I wasn’t strapped down. If it was a truce he wanted, that was what he was getting. But screw the fuckin’ straps. Axel was sitting beside me, a stupid little smirk on his perfect little face. I swear, if he just wasn’t so attractive, I would have been out of there before you could say “hot sexy redhead."
I was crossing my arms, trying not to let my wandering eyes meet with his too often. Also trying to keep my sanity in check. Thousands of thoughts swept through my mind like a whirlwind. Why didn’t I remember anything? Where exactly was I? Who exactly was I? Who was Axel…? Why was I here? Why did I have to stay? Why the hell wouldn’t Axel answer any of my questions?
Every time I tried he would say something stupid like,
“Everything’s fine.”
Or,
“I can’t tell you that now,”
Or the famous,
“Don’t worry about it,”
I was getting so tired of this charade. He was starting to piss me off more than turn me on. And my shoulder hurt. And I was hungry. And I was hyper. And I had to piss. Axel noticed my flinching and fidgeting after we were sitting there for at least 15 minutes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking at me from his spot on the table next to me.
The hell do you think?
“My shoulder hurts,” I told him, holding onto it with exaggerated force.
Maybe if it hurt enough, he would let me leave the room! I would try my hardest.
“You slammed into that door pretty hard,” he said, standing up to hover in front of my shoulder.
I sighed, putting on the best show I could. “I think it’s broken.”
Axel’s eyebrow arched as he placed his hand onto it. “Ow!” I yelled, flinching back.
Actually, that did hurt pretty bad…
“Just hold still, let me see,” he told me, placing his hand lightly on top of it now. I kept my eyes off of him, pretending that he wasn’t there. Then maybe I wouldn’t feel this sexually active… Axel hmm’d and suddenly reached for the hem of my shirt. I froze.
“Wha-” I gasped.
“Just going to take off your shirt so I can-”
“Like hell you will!” I yelled, backing away from him as far as the table would allow.
Axel smiled and sighed. “What happened to, ‘oh Axel, will you hold me like this forever?’” he swooned. My eyes narrowed.
I was practically high, or even drunk then. Obviously, I didn’t mean any of it.
Axel sighed again. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed of.” I could of punched him.
“It doesn’t hurt much anymore,” I lied. Actually, it was hurting now more than ever. But I wasn’t about to take off my shirt in front of him. No way, now how.
Oh God. I really am a girl.