Roxas stared at the redhead, and vice versa, for some time before he spoke up. "I have something for you, Mr. Axel," he said while shifting his weight to his right hip and held his arms behind his back. "I believe you'll quite enjoy it."

The green eyed man raised an eyebrow at the small man. Curiosity shined within his irises along with uncertainty. "…and what would that be, Mr. Roxas?"

"Come with me," he instructed.

Silently he followed the short man through the unkempt living room back into pitiful dining area and watched him go to his oven to take out a tray of the dreadful meat pies. Why did the man want to show him more of his terrible baking? "Um…"

He gave the barber a reassuring smile while he set the tray down on the counter and dusted himself off. "Not to worry, I won't feed you again," he assured and indicated to the taller man to pursue him again as he went to a side door. "Follow me."

Axel frowned once they went through the side door and had taken note the other was going up the steps to his right. "Thought you said you wouldn't go near there," he said, continuing to tag along.

"I wouldn't, but this's you we be talkin' about," the baker countered and rolled his left sleeve up, revealing a rusty, dark silver key attached to a small, white ribbon around his wrist. He snatched the item as it hung; he pushed it into the lock to unlock the door before he turned the knob and went inside. He walked to the middle of the room before he turned around, pulling his sleeve back down and noticing the other male standing in the doorway. "Nothing to be scared of, love…"

Slowly walking inside as he frowned, the redhead looked around the empty apartment painfully. He took note of the thick layer of dust covering the dark wood floor and the striped wallpaper, once so bright, which was now filthy with random spots showing the wall beneath along with water damage. He then noticed there was only one piece of furniture at all in the whole room, which was at the other side of the room and to the left of the huge window in the opposite wall, and slowly walked to it. He couldn't help but frown slightly with confusion as to what it was until he stopped at the rectangle like object and lifted the dingy, white fabric that cover it. "My son…" he whispered to himself as he stared at the old, birdlike toy inside what he figured out was his child's old crib.

The barber soon dropped the cloth and turned around when he heard a swiping sound. He walked over to the blonde when he knocked on a wooden board and kneeled as he picked it up and moved it to the side. As he watched the other man bring up a dust covered pile of velvet, he could feel the other's dark blue eyes burn into his forehead while he brushed the cloth. "When they got in here for the boy," the blonde began and moved the fabric to reveal a solid, wooden box, "I hid these from view."

Roxas handed the container over to the taller man before he shifted a little on his knees and watched him leisurely open the lid of it. "I could've peddled those, but I didn't," he said then gazed at the shining items in the box, razors, with awe. "The grips on them is chased silver, ain't it?"

"Silver…yes…" the taller man whispered and gently ran his fingers over them. "These are my friends… See how they shimmer…" He suddenly took one out of from its spot and gently placed the box down on the filthy floor before flipping the blade open. "See this one shine…and how he smiles in the light… My friend… My loyal friend…" He sounded as if he attempted to correct himself with his last sentence before he continued, but more to the razor than to the other being in the room as he grabbed another one, standing and taking a few steps away from the baker. "Communicate to me…murmur, and I'll listen… I recognize you've been locked out of sight all these years… Just like me, but I've come back to find you waiting…and we're reunited and we'll do marvels, won't we?" he asked, staring blankly at the door.

Standing, the blonde followed and stood behind the redhead as he opened the second razor, completely lost in talking to the inanimate objects. "You there, my friend… Come, let me hold you," he heard the other man say before he attempted to interrupt. "I'm your mate too, Mr. Axel… If only you understood… You're…"

Axel continued. "You develop …"

"…warm in my hand…" The both of them happen to speak at the same time while the baker gently put his hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"My friend… Clever friend…"

"You've come home," Roxas stated with a happy tone in his voice. "Always had a soft spot for you I did…"

The barber suddenly turned around and closed one of the blades before putting it in his pocket as he strode back to the hole in the floor then kneeled down again. "Respite now my friend… Soon I'll clarify for you… Soon you'll see…"

Roxas turned his body to face the other's back. "Don't you panic, Mr. Axel!" he exclaimed, trying to bring him back from his own little world. "You can move in here!"

Both males just so happen to speak at the same time again. "…luxuries you never have imagined all your days…"

"Will be yours…!"

Frowning at the open razor in his hand, Axel appeared to acknowledge the other man in the room. "My fortunate friend… 'Til now your gleam…"

The blonde walked forward, almost appearing hurt when he stopped just a little bit away from the taller man. "I'm your friend and now you're mine…" He bent down and made his chin hover over Axel's left shoulder. "Don't they sparkle exquisitely?"

"…was simply silver…"

He gave a small frown to the barber even though he knew he couldn't see it before observing his reflection in the razor. "Silver's good enough for me, Mr. Axel…"

Axel rolled his green eyes up and decided to ignore the other male as he laid his eyes back on the knife in his hand, turning it to show his own image. "Friends, you shall dribble rubies… You shall dribble valued…rubies…"

Roxas moved his head, lightly dragging his nose from the point of the other's shoulder to the side of his head, and somewhat buried his nose in the man's spikes. He could feel the barber move his head to try and look at him. He leaned in some more, closing his dark blue eyes only half way.

Maybe…just maybe I can, the blonde thought before they were cut short by the man's low voice flowing into his ears.

"Leave me," he heard the redhead demand in a harsh whisper.

The baker's face fell, hurt and pain filling his features, and stood up straight He thought about how close he was for a kiss as he turned and gradually walked to the door, opening it before and closing it after going through. He then sighed while going down the stairs and went back into his meat pie shop.

Axel got to his feet again and outstretched his arm, the silver blade still in his hand, once he heard the footsteps cease while staring at the large window in front of him. "…At last," he said rather loudly to himself and smirked. "My arm is whole again…" He held onto the razor even tighter and set his jaw, bringing his arm back to his side. "Ven," he murmured and closed his green eyes to deny them from watering. He could feel his heart just ache. "I'm…so sorry…"