Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Easier to run ❯ Love the sound ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Author's Note: Hello again. :]
I kinda like this chapter, Roxas does tend to get on my nerves, though, you have to remember, he's like a baby. He doesn't know anything, with no memory and stuff o.O lol. -makes no sense-
I hope you're enjoying this fic though ^_^ <3
Chapter five: Love the sound
It was silent.
Why is he always so damn quiet? Well I wasn’t always going to be the one to break the silence.
I sighed and sauntered on over to one of the cushy, blue hospital chairs that sat up against the wall. I plopped down into it, leaning my whole body against it’s support. I still wasn’t tired at all. I still wanted to run a mile. And I still was confused out of my fucking mind. I closed my eyes, acting like I was about to fall asleep so Axel wouldn’t bother me. But every time I tried, I ended up opening them again to see the redhead staring at me with that stupid smirk on his face.
What is he looking at?
“What?” I hissed, crossing my arms across my chest. Axel just shrugged his shoulders slightly then let them fall, his hands lightly stuffed into his pockets. I decided to stare at the floor. It was defiantly a hell of a lot safer than staring at him, standing there. My shoulder gave a spasm of pain and I flinched, doing my best to ignore it.
“You alright?”
“Like you give a shit.”
“I think I like you better when you’re drugged up.” Axel let out a sigh, though I could see him smiling out of my peripheral vision.
I knew it! I was high!
That totally explained my lack of knowing what I was saying earlier.
“Drugged huh? Is that what they do to people here? Just drug them up so that they totally loose all their memories and then throw them out in the rain?” My sarcasm was harsh, but I meant it to be.
How else was I going to get him to talk?
Axel’s eyes narrowed a small fraction at my words.
Ah, so I’ve hit a weak spot.
“That’s not true,” he said, moving his eyes to stare at a tile in the floor.
“Yea, right. This whole place is so shady, how the hell am I supposed to believe any of the crap that comes out of your mouth?” I said, leaning my head back further, like I had no interest in the subject. It was all just an act, of course.
“You are such a brat sometimes,” Axel scoffed. I blinked in confusion.
Did he just…insult me?
“Tch, you bastard, I am not!” I told him, moving my head back to its normal position so I could glare at him.
“Maybe I should just continue being a bastard to you this time, since you’re being such a little dick to me.”
“Gah shut up! Shut up! What the hell do you mean!?”
Axel was silent as we stared at each other, my hands clenched silently at my sides.
“Well?” I persisted, crossing my arms again so I wouldn’t have the urge to sit up and punch his face in.
First you tell me to shut up, then you tell me to talk. Make up your mind,” Axel said.
He is so difficult!
“Tell me! Tell me now or I swear I’ll…I’ll…” I looked around the room frantically for something to threaten him with, anything at all.
My eyes scanned the area till they stopped on a small, shiny blade, sitting on the counter, probably used for dissecting their patients. I sprang up out of the chair and ran over to it, grasping it in my hand before Axel could stop me.
“I’ll use this,” I stated, feeling pretty damn good about myself for thinking of the idea.
Axel’s face hadn’t phased, it was still that stupid glare that made me even more pissed than his smile. “Go ahead and try, you won’t be able to hurt me.”
Damn, he's right. I can't hold my own against Axel. I'd just end up hurting myself. Hurting…myself…
“Then I wont hurt you.” I turned the blade so that it sat gently across my wrist. “I’ll hurt myself,” I finished.
Axel’s glaring eyes flared. “You wouldn’t…”
“Don’t think I wont!” I yelled. I wanted to know. I had the right to know. Why didn’t anyone understand that?
“Roxas, put the knife away,” Axel told me sternly.
“Tell me everything you know!”
“Roxas!”
I pushed the knife down into my skin. Searing pain shot up from my wrist, tingling all the way up my body. I let out a small whine, seeing the bright crimson blood ooze out from beneath the blade. It was pretty, almost the color of Axel’s hair, only a shade darker. It felt warm on my skin, I liked the feeling for some reason.
Then, the knife skidded across the floor to hit the wall in the far corner.
Shit…
“You’re such an idiot! What’s the matter with you!?” Axel exploded, grabbing my wrist tight in his hand. I winced.
It’s not that bad. Jesus, calm down.
I decided to stay quite and only stare up at him with emotionless eyes.
Axel lowered my arm in his, but didn’t let it go. “You usually aren't like this. Usually, you're just so out of it that you don’t even understand what’s going on. I'm not sure how to handle you...” I felt sorry, but only for a second. Axel let out a deep, held in sigh before saying, “I’ll tell you, Roxas.”
My eyes widened.
Did I just hear right?
Axel rolled his eyes and let go of my arm, letting me bring it up to my chest to hold it. It pulsed with pain, but I could handle it. “Only because you’re being so difficult,” he scolded, walking over to the counter I had found the knife on. I raised an eyebrow at him.
Yea right, and you’re not?
He ignored my look and reached down behind the counter, grabbing a white cloth in his hand. He quickly brought it back to me and wrapped it around my throbbing wrist, letting the blood soak it.
“There. Keep it pressed against your skin, Luxord will help you get a correct bandage for it when he-”
The door behind us swung open and Luxord popped his head out of it again, just like before. “Heyy, guys. Got the results-” I could see him looking down at my bloody wrist and Axel’s bloodied hand, he walked over to us with skeptical eyes.
“I leave you two alone for three minutes and he’s already hurt again? Jeez Axel! Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him?” Luxord laughed and slapped a hand on Axel’s back, making him lean forward at the force.
“I’m trying. He’s making it pretty hard for me lately…” Axel said, looking down at me like a parent with a naughty child. I just smiled back.
“Well, his shoulder isn’t broken, thankfully,” Luxord announced, handing Axel a clipboard that lit up with an X-ray picture of my shoulder bone on it. Kinda like a mini one of the ones you see hanging on the walls. I stood on my tip-toes to see it better.
“There’s only a slight fracture,” he spoke again, pointing at the part of the picture where there was a small crack in my shoulder. “But that should heal on its own. Just tell him to not move it around too much, putting a bandage wrap around it would help a little too.” I frowned. I was standing right there. He could have just told me…
Axel nodded at Luxord, his eyes studying the picture with great care. I came back down onto the soles of my feet, waiting for the “adults” to be done. At least it wasn’t broken. It still hurt pretty badly.
Gah, and now I have my wrist to deal with…
“Can you go get something for his wrist?” Axel asked, reading my mind. “He was being stupid again.”
I went to step on his foot again, but he moved it quickly, laughing to himself.
“Sure sure, let me see.” Luxord examined my wrist quickly then walked back through the white door, grumbling to himself about how he wasn’t getting paid enough for this.
“So tell me,” I said, as soon as Luxord was gone.
Axel’s eyes drifted back towards mine and he crossed his arms. “How about we wait till Luxord gets back? Then he can fix your wrist and we can go get something to eat down at the cafeteria.”
It was a tempting offer.
Lunch. Man, I'm starving.
My stomach growled and I sighed.
“This better not take long,” I huffed, sitting on a bed that was behind me. I squeezed the cloth tighter around my wrist, as if that would make the pain go away.
Axel smiled at me and I looked away quickly, feeling my face flush.“It’s your own fault,” he told me, sitting next to me, hardly making the bed move at all.
I scowled. “What? This is your damn fault! If you would have just told me…” I trailed off, looking down at my bloody arm.
Axel sighed and leaned back onto the bed, supporting himself with his hands. “Maybe…” I didn’t look at him, so I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Aren’t there any fucking mirrors in this place?” I asked suddenly. I wanted to get off the topic. He would tell me when we ate. If he didn’t, well, I had my ways. I heard Axel laugh beside me, it shook the bed softly.
Ahh…I love the sound of it, I hope he never stops.
“Watch your mouth, young man,” he laughed, ruffling my hair with his hand. I swatted his hand away, growling.
“Why do you need a mirror anyways?”
“So I can see what I look like…” I said softly, staring at the bloody cloth on my lap.
I heard Axel sigh at my side. “Right, sorry. I forgot about that. Bet you’re pretty curious.” I nodded.
“Well, there’s a full length one right over there in the bathroom, why don’t you go take a look?” he said, pointing to yet another white door, this one on the left of the X-ray machine.
I took a deep breath and nodded again. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” I got up and started walking towards the door when Axel spoke again.
“And Roxas?” I turned around to acknowledge him. “Just so you know, you really are a cutie.”
Bastard, bastard, bastard.
I grumbled to myself, pushing open the bathroom door.
Stupid, stupid Axel.
I was so mad that I walked right passed the mirror. I stopped, feeling dumb.
Axel was just messing with me, like he always does. He didn’t mean anything by it.
I took a deep breath and backed up a few steps. There was the mirror. And there was me. I blinked a few times, seeing myself for the first time was kinda weird. A strange feeling took over me. It was like being pushed into a pool of ice cold water, never knowing that you were going to fall in in the first place. I looked at myself, up and down, then up again. I had the most amazing, short, bright blond hair that spiked up at every angle possible. Though it still looked soft enough to run your hands through. And my eyes were so blue. I had never seen anything that blue before. Not that I remember. Not that I remembered much…I had a short, but cute, button nose. Thin lips and slightly round, flushed cheeks (thanks to Axel). I was wearing a simple outfit of a white shirt, which now had a few blood stains splattered on it, and slightly baggy black cargo pants that slipped down over my feet. I was surprised by the fact that I hadn’t tripped over them yet.
I was skinny. Like I had already seen earlier. My legs were short, though, I wasn’t like one of those overly obese short people. I was cute. Even if I did look like a 12 year old. Maybe that’s why everyone was treating me like such a child. I reached for my shirt. Okay, so I was really curious. I slipped out of it with ease, being sure not to twist my shoulder, also being cautious about my wrist. I blinked at myself in the mirror again, staring at myself in a whole new way. God, I looked 16 now. I stood there, shocked for a few minutes before I heard a knock on the door from outside. I flushed and stumbled with my shirt, slipping my hands through the arm holes quickly.
“Roxas? Luxord is out here, he’s ready to fix up your wrist now,” Axel said from behind the door.
“Okay, coming,” I replied quickly, slipping the shirt over my head and pulling it down over my smooth chest. It was even more bloody now.
Oh well.
I opened the door and slipped back outside, closing it behind me.
Axel was there, smiling at me.
Okay, so he was really cute when he smiled. I had to smile back.
Shit, I just called him cute. Bad, bad Roxas.
“Welcome back, have a nice look?” Axel asked, smiling even more. I huffed and turned to Luxord who was standing beside him.
“Lets have a look see,” he said in his bored voice, gesturing me to follow him over to a bed. I sat down after he did and held up my arm for him to do what he pleased. He flipped it over, taking off the bloodied cloth he started dabbing at the cut with some clear and very painful liquid. I wanted to shout out in pain, but I wasn’t that much of a baby. Axel stood above me, a concerned look on his face.
“I’m fine,” I told him, trying my hardest to put on a fake smile, for him.
I kinda like this chapter, Roxas does tend to get on my nerves, though, you have to remember, he's like a baby. He doesn't know anything, with no memory and stuff o.O lol. -makes no sense-
I hope you're enjoying this fic though ^_^ <3
Chapter five: Love the sound
It was silent.
Why is he always so damn quiet? Well I wasn’t always going to be the one to break the silence.
I sighed and sauntered on over to one of the cushy, blue hospital chairs that sat up against the wall. I plopped down into it, leaning my whole body against it’s support. I still wasn’t tired at all. I still wanted to run a mile. And I still was confused out of my fucking mind. I closed my eyes, acting like I was about to fall asleep so Axel wouldn’t bother me. But every time I tried, I ended up opening them again to see the redhead staring at me with that stupid smirk on his face.
What is he looking at?
“What?” I hissed, crossing my arms across my chest. Axel just shrugged his shoulders slightly then let them fall, his hands lightly stuffed into his pockets. I decided to stare at the floor. It was defiantly a hell of a lot safer than staring at him, standing there. My shoulder gave a spasm of pain and I flinched, doing my best to ignore it.
“You alright?”
“Like you give a shit.”
“I think I like you better when you’re drugged up.” Axel let out a sigh, though I could see him smiling out of my peripheral vision.
I knew it! I was high!
That totally explained my lack of knowing what I was saying earlier.
“Drugged huh? Is that what they do to people here? Just drug them up so that they totally loose all their memories and then throw them out in the rain?” My sarcasm was harsh, but I meant it to be.
How else was I going to get him to talk?
Axel’s eyes narrowed a small fraction at my words.
Ah, so I’ve hit a weak spot.
“That’s not true,” he said, moving his eyes to stare at a tile in the floor.
“Yea, right. This whole place is so shady, how the hell am I supposed to believe any of the crap that comes out of your mouth?” I said, leaning my head back further, like I had no interest in the subject. It was all just an act, of course.
“You are such a brat sometimes,” Axel scoffed. I blinked in confusion.
Did he just…insult me?
“Tch, you bastard, I am not!” I told him, moving my head back to its normal position so I could glare at him.
“Maybe I should just continue being a bastard to you this time, since you’re being such a little dick to me.”
“Gah shut up! Shut up! What the hell do you mean!?”
Axel was silent as we stared at each other, my hands clenched silently at my sides.
“Well?” I persisted, crossing my arms again so I wouldn’t have the urge to sit up and punch his face in.
First you tell me to shut up, then you tell me to talk. Make up your mind,” Axel said.
He is so difficult!
“Tell me! Tell me now or I swear I’ll…I’ll…” I looked around the room frantically for something to threaten him with, anything at all.
My eyes scanned the area till they stopped on a small, shiny blade, sitting on the counter, probably used for dissecting their patients. I sprang up out of the chair and ran over to it, grasping it in my hand before Axel could stop me.
“I’ll use this,” I stated, feeling pretty damn good about myself for thinking of the idea.
Axel’s face hadn’t phased, it was still that stupid glare that made me even more pissed than his smile. “Go ahead and try, you won’t be able to hurt me.”
Damn, he's right. I can't hold my own against Axel. I'd just end up hurting myself. Hurting…myself…
“Then I wont hurt you.” I turned the blade so that it sat gently across my wrist. “I’ll hurt myself,” I finished.
Axel’s glaring eyes flared. “You wouldn’t…”
“Don’t think I wont!” I yelled. I wanted to know. I had the right to know. Why didn’t anyone understand that?
“Roxas, put the knife away,” Axel told me sternly.
“Tell me everything you know!”
“Roxas!”
I pushed the knife down into my skin. Searing pain shot up from my wrist, tingling all the way up my body. I let out a small whine, seeing the bright crimson blood ooze out from beneath the blade. It was pretty, almost the color of Axel’s hair, only a shade darker. It felt warm on my skin, I liked the feeling for some reason.
Then, the knife skidded across the floor to hit the wall in the far corner.
Shit…
“You’re such an idiot! What’s the matter with you!?” Axel exploded, grabbing my wrist tight in his hand. I winced.
It’s not that bad. Jesus, calm down.
I decided to stay quite and only stare up at him with emotionless eyes.
Axel lowered my arm in his, but didn’t let it go. “You usually aren't like this. Usually, you're just so out of it that you don’t even understand what’s going on. I'm not sure how to handle you...” I felt sorry, but only for a second. Axel let out a deep, held in sigh before saying, “I’ll tell you, Roxas.”
My eyes widened.
Did I just hear right?
Axel rolled his eyes and let go of my arm, letting me bring it up to my chest to hold it. It pulsed with pain, but I could handle it. “Only because you’re being so difficult,” he scolded, walking over to the counter I had found the knife on. I raised an eyebrow at him.
Yea right, and you’re not?
He ignored my look and reached down behind the counter, grabbing a white cloth in his hand. He quickly brought it back to me and wrapped it around my throbbing wrist, letting the blood soak it.
“There. Keep it pressed against your skin, Luxord will help you get a correct bandage for it when he-”
The door behind us swung open and Luxord popped his head out of it again, just like before. “Heyy, guys. Got the results-” I could see him looking down at my bloody wrist and Axel’s bloodied hand, he walked over to us with skeptical eyes.
“I leave you two alone for three minutes and he’s already hurt again? Jeez Axel! Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him?” Luxord laughed and slapped a hand on Axel’s back, making him lean forward at the force.
“I’m trying. He’s making it pretty hard for me lately…” Axel said, looking down at me like a parent with a naughty child. I just smiled back.
“Well, his shoulder isn’t broken, thankfully,” Luxord announced, handing Axel a clipboard that lit up with an X-ray picture of my shoulder bone on it. Kinda like a mini one of the ones you see hanging on the walls. I stood on my tip-toes to see it better.
“There’s only a slight fracture,” he spoke again, pointing at the part of the picture where there was a small crack in my shoulder. “But that should heal on its own. Just tell him to not move it around too much, putting a bandage wrap around it would help a little too.” I frowned. I was standing right there. He could have just told me…
Axel nodded at Luxord, his eyes studying the picture with great care. I came back down onto the soles of my feet, waiting for the “adults” to be done. At least it wasn’t broken. It still hurt pretty badly.
Gah, and now I have my wrist to deal with…
“Can you go get something for his wrist?” Axel asked, reading my mind. “He was being stupid again.”
I went to step on his foot again, but he moved it quickly, laughing to himself.
“Sure sure, let me see.” Luxord examined my wrist quickly then walked back through the white door, grumbling to himself about how he wasn’t getting paid enough for this.
“So tell me,” I said, as soon as Luxord was gone.
Axel’s eyes drifted back towards mine and he crossed his arms. “How about we wait till Luxord gets back? Then he can fix your wrist and we can go get something to eat down at the cafeteria.”
It was a tempting offer.
Lunch. Man, I'm starving.
My stomach growled and I sighed.
“This better not take long,” I huffed, sitting on a bed that was behind me. I squeezed the cloth tighter around my wrist, as if that would make the pain go away.
Axel smiled at me and I looked away quickly, feeling my face flush.“It’s your own fault,” he told me, sitting next to me, hardly making the bed move at all.
I scowled. “What? This is your damn fault! If you would have just told me…” I trailed off, looking down at my bloody arm.
Axel sighed and leaned back onto the bed, supporting himself with his hands. “Maybe…” I didn’t look at him, so I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Aren’t there any fucking mirrors in this place?” I asked suddenly. I wanted to get off the topic. He would tell me when we ate. If he didn’t, well, I had my ways. I heard Axel laugh beside me, it shook the bed softly.
Ahh…I love the sound of it, I hope he never stops.
“Watch your mouth, young man,” he laughed, ruffling my hair with his hand. I swatted his hand away, growling.
“Why do you need a mirror anyways?”
“So I can see what I look like…” I said softly, staring at the bloody cloth on my lap.
I heard Axel sigh at my side. “Right, sorry. I forgot about that. Bet you’re pretty curious.” I nodded.
“Well, there’s a full length one right over there in the bathroom, why don’t you go take a look?” he said, pointing to yet another white door, this one on the left of the X-ray machine.
I took a deep breath and nodded again. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” I got up and started walking towards the door when Axel spoke again.
“And Roxas?” I turned around to acknowledge him. “Just so you know, you really are a cutie.”
Bastard, bastard, bastard.
I grumbled to myself, pushing open the bathroom door.
Stupid, stupid Axel.
I was so mad that I walked right passed the mirror. I stopped, feeling dumb.
Axel was just messing with me, like he always does. He didn’t mean anything by it.
I took a deep breath and backed up a few steps. There was the mirror. And there was me. I blinked a few times, seeing myself for the first time was kinda weird. A strange feeling took over me. It was like being pushed into a pool of ice cold water, never knowing that you were going to fall in in the first place. I looked at myself, up and down, then up again. I had the most amazing, short, bright blond hair that spiked up at every angle possible. Though it still looked soft enough to run your hands through. And my eyes were so blue. I had never seen anything that blue before. Not that I remember. Not that I remembered much…I had a short, but cute, button nose. Thin lips and slightly round, flushed cheeks (thanks to Axel). I was wearing a simple outfit of a white shirt, which now had a few blood stains splattered on it, and slightly baggy black cargo pants that slipped down over my feet. I was surprised by the fact that I hadn’t tripped over them yet.
I was skinny. Like I had already seen earlier. My legs were short, though, I wasn’t like one of those overly obese short people. I was cute. Even if I did look like a 12 year old. Maybe that’s why everyone was treating me like such a child. I reached for my shirt. Okay, so I was really curious. I slipped out of it with ease, being sure not to twist my shoulder, also being cautious about my wrist. I blinked at myself in the mirror again, staring at myself in a whole new way. God, I looked 16 now. I stood there, shocked for a few minutes before I heard a knock on the door from outside. I flushed and stumbled with my shirt, slipping my hands through the arm holes quickly.
“Roxas? Luxord is out here, he’s ready to fix up your wrist now,” Axel said from behind the door.
“Okay, coming,” I replied quickly, slipping the shirt over my head and pulling it down over my smooth chest. It was even more bloody now.
Oh well.
I opened the door and slipped back outside, closing it behind me.
Axel was there, smiling at me.
Okay, so he was really cute when he smiled. I had to smile back.
Shit, I just called him cute. Bad, bad Roxas.
“Welcome back, have a nice look?” Axel asked, smiling even more. I huffed and turned to Luxord who was standing beside him.
“Lets have a look see,” he said in his bored voice, gesturing me to follow him over to a bed. I sat down after he did and held up my arm for him to do what he pleased. He flipped it over, taking off the bloodied cloth he started dabbing at the cut with some clear and very painful liquid. I wanted to shout out in pain, but I wasn’t that much of a baby. Axel stood above me, a concerned look on his face.
“I’m fine,” I told him, trying my hardest to put on a fake smile, for him.