Axel X Roxas 5:: Conscience

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“ROXAS!!! I was so worried about you!! Are you alright now?! Did you go to your friend’s house and sleep there or something!?” Roxas’s mother asked questions like a maniac, not that Roxas could blame her. He didn’t contact them at all. “Yeah. I slept over the friend who got me out of the mess.” Roxas said, putting his book bag down. “Did you hear? The man escaped from prison!! He’s still out there…Roxas, be careful alright?!” His mother yelled again. Roxas gulped. Had he just heard his mother correctly? <----LAST PARAGRAPH

The rest of the month went by smoothly.

Axel and Roxas would meet with each other at school, laughing and joking around, sometimes even kissing when no one was looking, around a corner before class or outside after school. On some nights, Roxas would go over Axel’s house or Axel would go over Roxas’, and the two would spend the night with each other. It was as if it was heaven…but heaven on earth can’t last for that long, can it?

Axel was absent.
Roxas didn’t even know why. No one knew why. Riku didn’t know, Sora didn’t know, the teachers didn’t know, the principal didn’t know…or so Roxas thought. There was one person that knew. Marluxia.

“Marluxia? Can I talk to you for a moment?” Roxas asked, a bit sheepishly. The male turned around, wondering what the other wanted, adjusting his glasses, but soon smiling.

“Sure.” He responded, his chair swiveling around as he stood up. The two were in the library. They walked back to the deepest corner, Marluxia with his hands in his pockets and Roxas walking a bit nervously. He had barely talked to most of the people that Axel hung out with, and it seemed strange that he would only speak to them for information about Axel…he felt guilty for some reason. When they reached there, Marluxia spoke first. “This is about Axel, ain’t it?”

Roxas blinked, blankly, but nodded. Marluxia sighed. “Kid, I have no problem with telling you stuff about Axel, but sometimes you’re going to have to figure it out yourself, as much as Axel is a stubborn mule.” He turned to Roxas, who was looking at him strangely. Sure, Axel was stubborn. But what right did Marluxia have to say that about him? “He’s hard-headed, fire-addicted smoker, cocky and an extremely fast swimmer, but he loses his cool often despite all of that—“ Marluxia was cut off.

“Why are you talking about Axel like that? Have you ever gotten to even know him?” Roxas asked, a bit hurt. He would defend Axel if necessary. Marluxia looked at him as if he asked if he could drink water.

“I dated him, mind you.” He shot back, a bit irritated. Roxas’ mouth fell open. Axel and Marluxia? He could imagine that. But he didn’t like it. Not one bit. Why hadn’t Axel told him? “Anyway, today is the anniversary of Roxanne’s death. I went with him to her grave a couple of times. It’s a nice place. She was a good person.” He spun a lock of his hair around on his finger. “He won’t be back in the area until tomorrow, which means he might miss half of school tomorrow too. Didn’t he tell you?” Marluxia asked.

Roxas shook his head. “I don’t know why…” He whispered softly, a bit scared. Marluxia flicked Roxas’s forehead, a bit hard. The other responded holding his head and beginning to tear. It hurt. Like hell. “What was that for?!” He asked, rubbing his forehead.

“If Axel doesn’t tell you something that I have to tell you, you should go kick his ass. That boy doesn’t know when to open up sometimes. He’ll go around thinking it’s alright to leave out his past, thinking that it’ll be better if no one knew about it, but all it does is hurt himself and those who care about him.” Marluxia took off his glasses, his eyes shining brighter. “It’s alright, being wild and spazzing out sometimes. It’s nice to have a change of things, instead of the same old routine or the same old way of doing something. Yell at him sometimes, it’s good for him to realize that you’re hurting too.” He put his hands into his pockets, slipping his glasses back on. Roxas opened his mouth to talk back about the part about him hurting, but soon closed it back up. Marluxia was right.

“T-thank you…” Roxas stammered out. Marluxia smiled, ruffling the other’s head.

“You’re just so cute. I’d jump you right now but Axel would probably jump me for doing that.” He laughed, beginning to walk away, but stopped. He turned around and took out a small piece of paper and a pen, then scribbled down an address. He handed it to Roxas. “Go here if you want to see him before tomorrow. Look for the biggest grave that’s at the gravesite. There are five sets of stairs that go to different graves. She’s on the top, you can’t miss her.” He said, sounding as if he was reciting it from memory, which he was. He then kissed Roxas’s forehead where he flicked it, then walked away once more.

“Good luck with him.” He had whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

Roxas smiled, seeing Marluxia be so kind. He looked down at the address. He could take the train and be there by five, perhaps, maybe six, if he left directly from school. He shoved the paper into his pocket and walked out of the library, determined to find out what exactly happened between Axel and Roxanne. He knew that there was something missing.

------------------ORANGE 5:55PM-----------------

((Yes, the place is called Orange. There is actually a real place called Orange in New Jersey xD, However, this Orange is different.))

Roxas got off of the train, still in his uniform, and sprinted directly to where Axel was. He had gotten off of Lily Avenue. He needed to get to the corner of Sarox Street and Lexa Boulevard. He had a long way to go.

About a good thirty minutes or more later, he had finally arrived at the graveyard and made no hesitation to run up the stairs, which wasn’t the smartest idea that he should have done. He had ran up one of the stairs too fast and lost his balance, soon being sent down tumbling….if not for someone catching him. He heard ‘Oof,’ and a small ‘Are you alright?’ Roxas turned around, seeing an old man with a priest’s robe on, smiling happily. He shuddered, remembering father John. The man blinked, his eyes going wide. “Roxanne?” He asked.

Roxas shook his head. “My name is Roxas. I’m here to see Roxanne’s grave, though.” He said, a bit annoyed to hear that he looked like this certain girl again. The priest nodded.

“There’s someone there right now. He comes here every year… do you know him?”  The priest asked. Roxas nodded. The priest smiled. “It’s good, seeing he has such good friends to take care of him. I’ve seen that boy growing up, and he’s not a bad person. He cares too much about others, and in the process hurting himself but ignoring it…I hope you can help him. She wouldn’t want him to be like this.” He chuckled.

Roxas was silent, then looked up at the man. “Could you…tell me about Roxanne?” He asked. He could stall a few moments…right? He just had to know, whichever way it took, and he knew that Axel wouldn’t tell him. So he had to find out for himself.

“I wouldn’t be allowed to normally, since giving information about the dead to strangers is a bit rude…but you seem connected to her in a special way, correct?” He asked. Roxas nodded once more. “Well…Roxanne was a very bright child. She would light up the room whenever she entered, and it seemed as if everywhere she stepped flowers would grow and sing with her. She was a child of God indeed…” He sighed. “She was a good person. When Axel came to the orphanage, she was about three. Axel was a bit of a troublemaker, but he was a child back then and had no idea as how to act. He would tease others, playing with them, but one day…” He chuckled. “He had gone a bit too far with a child, one who was spoiled that was visiting. It was a small prank, nothing big and harmless. However, the child became enraged and shouted at him,

‘You’re a worthless child that your parents didn’t even love! You were left here since they hated you so much, and now you’re stuck here since you’re such a brat and no one will take you!! You’re just a waste of breath, time, and money! You don’t deserve to live!!’

“When that happened, something remarkable occurred. Roxanne, who was a peace-lover, stood in front of Axel and yelled back at the boy, sending him running.” The priest laughed merrily. “From that day forth, everyone knew how strong Roxanne really was. But, Axel was not the same.” He said, a bit quieter. “From other’s points of views, it seemed like nothing was wrong, but I could tell…and I think Roxanne could also. After that incident, Roxanne seemed to become fonder and fonder of Axel, the two talking with each other often and now closer than they ever were. They grew, they learned, and time passed, it seemed as if the two were still in their own world….that is, before…Roxanne died. She was raped by someone we do not know, since we were not there…but Axel was. He saw part of it happen, screamed for help, then attracted attention over whereas the criminal had already gotten away. Every since then, Axel became mature and solitary, not opening up to anyone, really. He blames himself for her death.” He had a sad smile on his face as Roxas listened. The priest really did care about Axel.

“Why?” Roxas asked, frowning. “He only saw…right?” His voice was soft, as if he was too loud something would break. The priest smiled sadly once more.

“Axel…wanted Roxanne to come back that day quicker than usual. He missed her. He was fourteen, she had just turned eighteen. There, on her way home two hours earlier than usual, she was raped in an alleyway. Axel, who was old enough to know the streets, ran looking for her until he found her. He thinks that because he made her come home earlier that she was killed, and if he had acted more mature and if she had come later on in the day, she wouldn’t have died.” Roxas frowned.

“That has absolutely nothing to— He was cut off by the priest smiling again, a ‘Shhh’ coming from the old man’s lips, gently hushing the blonde.

“He’s heard that much too many times, my boy. He always hears that, so now he’s grown tired…and he has kept to himself, as much as we try to talk to him. Maybe you could try to get through. Who knows, she might be waiting for you to appear to Axel and set him straight.” The priest stood, smoothing out his robe and patting Roxas’s head. “For now, Roxas, I will bid you farewell.” He smiled one last time, then began to walk away. Roxas watched him leave, then immediately realized he hadn’t gotten the other’s name.

“Excuse me!!” He called out, making the old man turn around. “What is your name?!”

“Father Clair.” He replied, his voice as smooth as the wind itself.

Roxas nodded, about to say something else, but the man had already left as soon as he had blinked, seeming like Father Clair had drifted into the wind. He looked up at the staircase, which towered above him a bit, and knew, this wasn’t the only thing that separated him from Axel. He knew that he could stop looking for the other right now, go back home, and let everything go back like it was before, and act as if everything was alright. But everything wasn’t alright anymore. He had to know. His destiny was entwined with Axel’s. So there was no turning back.

He took the first step forward…