Becoming A Nobody

Chapter Two

Ok so I know the first one was super long and all but I couldn't help it, I'd been working on it for a while ok. So I'm just going to summarize that previous long haul as chapter one ok? We good? No more super duper omg why chapters? Ok =P good.

Roxas's POV

Near a week had passed of Axels torturous method of nursing. Roxas swore everything hurt more now than when they were fresh. Every chance Axel got he would apply a new bandage with the touch of a bull. Each and every time he also thought he couldn't more bruises as well. Things were finally beginning to calm down which basically meant Axel wasn't so angry anymore.

Sitting on the couch munching on some extra butter popcorn, Roxas was amusing himself with a movie. Or at least he was until his phone went off. Muting the movie he flipped open his phone.

"hello?" he said sucking the butter off his fingers.

"Is this Roxas? This is Dr. Reeves." jerking his fingers out of his mouth he came to an alert position.

"yes are you calling about the check up?" he said a bit more seriously.

"actually I'm letting you know you're no longer in need of one. I rechecked the condition you were when you left and you'll heal in no time. Either way you have a good day Roxas." slightly dumbfounded he stared at the beeping phone.

"hey Axel you want to go out for a drink tonight?" Roxas hollered into the kitchen. "come on I'll pay you back for being my nanny."

"you're going to get hell for that." Axel said walking into the living room in a pink apron.

"well you sure can look like one! I mean what's with the ladle?" Roxas giggled as he doubled up in laughter. Thank god for the power of pain pills he thought.

"hey now don't stress it I cant be sending you to hell if you die before I get the chance." he said coating his voice with laughter and worry.

"ah no worries I haven't kicked the bucket yet. So how about that drink?" Roxas asked from his place on the floor.

"sure I'm up for it, which bar we talking about? The one in down town or the neighborhood one?" Axel retorted while leaning over the couch and pushing the ladle into Roxas's belly.

"ugh nock it off you oaf! As if I need more pain. And I cant afford the expensive stuff so we'll just stay close to home kay?" Roxas admitted.

"well then I'll meet you there." Roxas couldn't see him leave, he'd tossed the apron and ladle more or less onto his head. Great I can't wait. Now I can finally admit this secret I've been hiding. Roxas couldn't stop the irreplaceable grin that covered his face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Fast-forward to after the bar~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Getting thrown out of a bar wasn't exactly on Roxas's to do list, neither was it his idea to have Axel screaming and shouting in his face. Better yet he hadn't even gotten to tell Axel his tedious secret, let alone get drunk.

Sighing he kicked up his pace to make it home but fate had a few other ideas. Such as the hand that reached out and pulled him into an ally.

The cement was cold against his bare skin. Blood trickled from multiple lacerations and wounds. It was dark. What was he doing here. Sitting, bleeding to death, in a back ally. It all seemed pointless to him. From the knife in his side to his stolen bag. Pointless. Except one thing. One thing was bugging him. It can all be summarized in one word. Traitor. Axel had thought he had betrayed him. When in reality saved him.

"Roxas, you're such an idiot." he said to himself. He chuckled and coughed . I guess its all over he thought. He could feel the darkness pulling at him. He felt someone shaking him screaming at him. He couldn't resists any longer he was being swallowed. He yelled, terrified, what was happening. He couldn't die yet. He needed to protect axel. That was if he could.

Axels POV

The bar was smoky and stank. Why had he agreed to come here. Especially when he knew something like this would happen. What exactly was his problem with Xion anyway. Growling under his breath he downed another beer before attempting to leave.

"I need to tell you something Axel, it concerns Roxas." confusion lit on his face as Xion pushed him back down on the bar stool.

"not everything he says is over exaggerated Axel. If anything its understated. I'm not the good person you always imagine I am. My father hasn't exactly permitted me to live the life of luxury. Instead I tend to work for him now and then. In his mind Roxas is the next big hit. You know who his dad is right? Well in some miraculous way he became rich in the drug cartel."

"Seriously. How much luck can a dead man have." hiccupping as he stood gravity seemed to be pulling him down to reality. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that everything bad or wrong that has happened so far is not entirely coincidence. The park, my fault, his hospitalization, my fault as well." she didn't get any further as Axel left the building. Going from flat on your face drunk to gripping the ground sober didn't seem possible, yet here he was proving impossible possible.

The next seconds on the street seemed to immobilize Axel to the spot. He couldn't get the image out of his head. That all to familiar messenger bag slung across a strangers shoulders. His next thought drove a dagger into his heart.

Why does this man have Roxas's bag, where's Roxas? Why's there blood on his precious messenger bag?

Tada la la la…. Its just a quick update so I hope you don't mind. I just wrote some more while I still have internet so 3 to you all and here's to getting another chapter, right?