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[thirteenthnoone]

WHO: Roxas, Axel and later Zexion
WHAT: Axel the mother hen comes to get Roxas after he's been attacked
WHERE: Near a church
WHEN: Day 150

This was not the best thing that could have happened. Mind, it probably would have been helpful if he had actually found a place to live, but that wasn't his biggest problem at the moment.

The bleeding had stopped,

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[fuego_bailando]

Axel tore down the streets of Rivelata, looking left and right for the blond teenager he called his best friend. Granted he had no idea why he was reacting LIKE THIS, given that he had no heart, but he didn't really stop to think about it. Roxas was in trouble.

Finally, he spotted a figure laying on a doorstep, and sighed in relief. "Roxas!" he called, rushing over to the boy. "Roxas, you're a mess!"

[thirteenthnoone]

Roxas looked up as he heard the redhead calling for him. "It's not that bad..." he mumbled. This was a blatant lie, but he had stopped bleeding and therefore wasn't in the immediate risk of dying, therefore he thought he was fine. The wobbly way he was trying to push himself off the ground stated otherwise.

[fuego_bailando]

"Stop moving," Axel commanded, firmly placing a hand on Roxas's chest, sucking in a surprised breath as he saw the large gashes the tiger had left. He glanced left and right, wondering what to do, and sighed.

"Arms around my neck," he ordered, and once Roxas had done so, Axel hefted him up and began to carry him back to the apartment.

[thirteenthnoone]

Under normal circumstances, Roxas probably would have made fun of him for this. Right now he was just grateful to be getting out of there. Also this wasn't as uncomfortable as it might have been, so he stayed quiet for now.

[thirteenthnoone]

Roxas had fallen asleep on the couch shortly after Axel, dead asleep until the next morning. He still felt rather ill, but managed to ignore it enough to sit up. Axel had apparently spend the night on the floor, so he slid down next to him.

"Axel?" he asked, not sure whether he was trying to wake the redhead or not.

[fuego_bailando]

Either he'd gotten up to grab one, or someone had been kind enough to drape a blanket over the prone man, but when Roxas called Axel's name, he groaned and pulled it over his head. "Five more minutes," he mumbled.

His eyes then shot open and he jumped up and ran into the bathroom to vomit.

[thirteenthnoone]

Roxas raised an eyebrow at him as he darted off, but figured out what was wrong rather quickly. "Well, there goes the 'are you ok' question," he muttered, trying to pull himself up. He managed to get on the couch again, but wasn't quite able to stand- the many gashes added with the pain in his joints wouldn't let him at the moment.

[fuego_bailando]

The toilet flushed, and Axel came back out slowly, clutching his stomach and looking quite pale - well, more so than usual. He moaned as he sat down at the end of the couch, avoiding Roxas's feet.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, giving Roxas a weak smile.

[fuego_bailando]

Axel looked up from his journal at Roxas. "I was serious, by the way. Let's try it."

[thirteenthnoone]

The boy nodded. "Ok... you want me to ask you something or do you want to just lie by yourself?"

[book_of_mirage]

At last, Zexion knocked on the door.

He'd only admitted it to himself in private, to himself. Nothing in his curse ever said he had to display it through the journals... just admit that he was feeling something. Or remembering feeling something or whatever was happening.

So he had. While writing the journal entry, he admitted to himself that even after what Axel had done to him, he was still, perhaps, mildly concerned. Just as he'd been able to forgive Larxene after enough time.

[fuego_bailando]

Axel let Zexion in hastily, doing his best not to call attention to the feathers lining his back, torso, arms, face and neck. Even if they were rather obvious.

He gestured for Zexion to sit next to Roxas, before sucking in a deep breath. "I absolutely adore Atlantica and can't wait to get my next mission there!" he declared.

Of course, this resulted in the same searing pain, except this time, instead of befeathering in other places, large, long feathers began to sprout from his forearms, and tailfeathers forced their way out of his pants and underwear - not fully grown, but enough to clearly be the beginnings of a tail and wings.