Silhouettes

Chapter 9 - Hurt

“Stop being childish, we need to get out and go shopping.” Aerith stood at the door with her hands on her hips.

Roxas sat up against his pillows, “I don’t want to go,” he whined and Aerith said in her no nonsense voice, “Roxas, now! Listen to what I say, if you stay, you will be here with your Father.”

Roxas cringed, curling his toes into the quilt and, from beside the bed, Axel whispered, “Us, to be more exact,” he sniggered and Aerith left the doorway.

“If you aren’t showered and ready by the time I come back, you will be in trouble Roxas Strife” she called back.

Roxas heard Sora talk to Aerith and then looked at Axel coldly, “You are not coming into the bathroom with me, I don’t care if it hurts like hell. You can stand outside for all I care.”

Axel smirked, “Oh I think it’s a little early for that, don’t worry Roxas, you will warm up to the idea.”

Roxas pulled a face, “No, I never will, leave me alone you freak.” He got up off the bed unfolding his legs and stomped to his wardrobe to get out a fresh pair of clean clothes, all the while keeping a solid glare on a smirking Axel, lounging on his bed.

Roxas backed out of his room, still staring at Axel all the way, until he was out of the bedroom.

In the hallway Roxas backed up into Demyx, he immediately panicked and Demyx laughed, “Whoa there Roxas, paranoia isn’t good for you, quickly now, Axel loves shopping.”

Roxas glared at the young Silhouette, “Wait, he isn’t coming.” Demyx looked puzzled, “B-but I thought we explained it to you? Axel can’t be apart from you, you will hurt yourself otherwise.”

Roxas clutched his clothes tighter, “He can’t leave the house, he-he needs-.”

Demyx hushed him, smiling mischievously, “We can leave the house, we are only Immortal, we can walk in sunlight, we can go places.”

Roxas scowled backing down the wooden hallway, “Then why don’t you all leave the house?” he gestured out with his hand and Demyx’s face fell, “We can’t,” he admitted softly before he added, “Xemnas has hold of our hearts and souls, we can’t leave until he releases them, which would be never.”

Roxas reached the bathroom door leaning his back against it, fumbling for the door handle and opening it. Demyx looked forlornly into the white tiled room and said in a low voice, “You better have your fun now Roxas, it will be short-lived.”

Roxas backed into the bathroom and clicked the door shut. Immediately there was a dull ache in his scar and he clapped his hand over it hissing through his teeth.

What the hell was happening?

He forced himself to walk over to the shower and turn the handles and watched the water rush down in a steady stream. He shook his head ruffling up his golden spikes and tried not to let his problems hinder him for the moment.

Axel leant outside the bathroom door watching the scene down the hallway. He folded his arms across his chest and let a sullen look decorate his face. His eyes sparked when a blonde haired woman slinked past him, her equally green eyes narrowed.

“Is this true Axel?” she asked her voice dipping two octaves, she stood straight and the top of her head brushed Axel’s chin.

He turned his head and snapped, “Why would it concern you for Larxene?”

The blonde sniffed and bored her eyes into Axel’s, “The Spirits will see us as weak, we are the dominant side in this house Axel, then you turn around and mark a human as yours?”