Roxas glared at the man again as he was handcuffed. He stood up and back up until he hit the bed. Then sat down. His glare never leaving the man. Then after another minute, his gaze went to the floor. He was starting to feel really depressed all of a sudden. He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes. But he refused to let them fall with him in here. "Just go away and leave me alone." he muttered, his voice breaking slightly.

Axel sighed. He knew Roxas must be very upset and he felt bad for that, "If only he'd understand.." Roxas pleaded with his thoughts. "I'll be back later to bring you some things." He said as he stood to leave. "Are you allergic to anything?" He asked. Axel had planned on making dinner for him but didn't want to make something that could possibly kill him. "Don't lie to me either. If you end up having an allergic reaction I won't take you to the hospital. So you better tell me now." He said as he reached the door.

Roxas was silent for a moment. That was a very random thing to ask somebody. "No.. I'm not allergic to anything." he muttered. For a brief moment he wanted to lie and say that he was, but then changed his mind. There was no point lying about something like that. Anything else, sure. But he just wanted for him to leave him alone. He couldn't stand being around him.

Axel went downstairs, locking every door behind him. He decided he wouldn't disturb him much more tonight. He pulled out a few blankets and pillows and placed them on the couch before beginning to make dinner. After a few minutes of thought he decided to make chicken alfredo with seamed vegetables. After living alone for so long Axel had become a good cook even though he usually just ordered fast food. While waiting for everything to be done cooking, Axel went to the medicine cabinet and got two Advil and two Nyquil. He knew the chloroform had probably given Roxas a headache and he also knew he might have trouble sleeping tonight. The medicine would help him. Axel then flipped on the tv and waited.

Once Axel was gone, Roxas laid back on the bed. And that was when the tears fell from his eyes. He tried to keep his crying quiet, but there were some loud sobs that he couldn't muffle. After a while though, the tears did finally stop. And he was exhausted. He was personally hoping that this was all just a bad dream and he would wake up back in his own bed. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

Axel finished cooking and brought the food, blankets, pillows, and medicine up to Roxas. He entered quietly and was a little surprised to find him asleep. He left the medicine and a glass of water on the nightstand before placing a pillow next to his head and covering him with a blanket. Once he left the room and locked the door behind him he sighed and decided to retire for the night. He was a little ashamed with himself for taking him the way he did but something inside him, something deep, in the back of his mind was overjoyed to have him so close, to be able to care for him the way hes always wanted to. Once Axel reached his bedroom he fell onto of his bed, fully clothed, and left himself drift to sleep the way he was.

A few hours later Roxas woke up. He just about started crying again when he realised he wasn't dreaming. It was kinda a giveaway when he couldn't move his hands. He sat up and looked around the dark room. He really couldn't stay in here. He would go insane if he did. He took the medicine that he noticed was left for him and tried to get back to sleep. It didn't take to long for him to drift back into unconsciousness.

Axel awoke as the sun was rising. He barely slept through the night. He got up and took a quick shower before quietly entering Roxas's room, he was still asleep. Axel unlocked the handcuffs and pulled the covers up. He watched him sleep for a few seconds before kissing his forehead and leaving the room. Afterwards he sat on his back porch and smoked a cigarette. He sighed, he knew Roxas hated him for taking him. It was the last thing that he had wanted.

Roxas woke up a few hours later. He sat up, stretching. He was surprised when he could move his hands. He rubbed his wrists for a moment before rubbing his eyes. He could tell that Axel had been in here at some point in the night. Otherwise he would still be in the handcuffs. Though he was glad they were off. His stomach growled loudly. It had been hours since he had last ate and that was pizza at lunch the other day.

Axel was cooking food when he noticed in was nearly noon. He knew that Roxas was probably awake by now. After he finished cooking two pieces of chicken he placed one piece in the fridge and cut the other up and placed it in a salad. He decided to leave the dressing out and just bring the bottle, in case Roxas didn't like it. Axel had nearly reached the stairs when he realized he need another rag. He went to the cupboard underneath the kitchen sink and poured more Chloroform on the rag, being careful not to inhale any of the vapors. After that he placed the rag in his back pocket again and continued up the stairs. He entered the room same as always, quiet and careful. He placed the food on the nightstand, barely acknowledging Roxas before leaning against the door, not sure what to say.

Roxas was sitting on the bed, staring at the window. His eyes flickered to Axel when he came in. But then he instantly looked away. He wanted nothing to do with him. But his stomach growled again loudly when he saw the food. Though he didn't even look at it. He pulled his knees up to his chest and continued staring. He wasn't even going to say anything to Axel. He hated him from the deepest part of his heart.

Axel sighed. "Fine then." He said quietly before sinking to the floor, now sitting against the door. "This room is kind of plain, huh?" He spoke, knowing Roxas wouldn't respond. "I was thinking about setting up a tv, maybe a game system." His voice drifted off and he was quiet for a few minutes before speaking again. "When you want to take a shower or something let me know. I'm not a mind reader." He said as he got up and left the room. He was a little irritated but he didn't blame Roxas for that, he understood perfectly.

Roxas stayed silent as Axel spoke. Though he did glare at him as he left. Once he was gone he turned to the food. He ate the food quickly and quietly. Then threw the bowl at the window, hoping to break it. When he was done doing that he laid back on the bed and sighed. He didn't want a tv or a game system. He wanted to go home. And if Axel really cared about him like he said he did, then he would let him go home.

Axel came back a little over an hour later. He quickly noticed the bowl on the floor and sighed. "Roxas..." Axel said as he began picking up the dishes. "I will let you go home. But first I want you to trust me. Why won't you just give me a chance?" Axel pleaded. "I haven't done one single with to hurt you! When you hit me, did I hit you back?! Did I force myself on you or even deprive you of food, warmth, or shelter?! No, I did not. And still you act as if I'm going to kill you. Yes, I took you. I realize why you'd be pissed at me. But the longer you keep acting this way, the longer you're going to stay here." Axel said as he walked out and slammed the door behind him.

Roxas glared at the door after Axel had left. Trust?! Him?! No way was he going to trust the man who is holding him here against his will. And how could he be so sure that he would be allowed to go home if he cooperated. He couldn't be sure. He laid back on the bed and pulled the blanket over his head. He felt like crying again and felt the tears coming to his eyes. He didn't try to stop them from falling, so they fell silently down his face.

Axel paced the floor of his own bedroom, back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. What could he do? He wanted Roxas to just trust him. To just give in and talk to him. But he wouldn't. No matter what Axel tried, he wouldn't. "Maybe it will just take some time.. I don't know..." He thought as he sat on his bed and pressed his knuckles into his forehead, frustrated, confused, hurt, happy, but most of just wanting to be loved.

Roxas laid there, even after he had run out of tears. He just didn't have it in him anymore. He was also extremely bored. He knew that Sora was more likely freaking out right now and would have called the cops. Probably from the moment he didn't go home. He smiled slightly at the thought. He loved that his brother cared so much about him. He knew he would have called their other brother, Cloud, seeing as he was a cop. And a very good one at that. If anybody could help him, it would be him.

Axel walked back into Roxas's room. Trying to keep his head turned so he wouldn't see the tears that were threatening to spill over.

"I will take you home in a week at noon. You can go to the cops, send me to prison. I don't care." He said putting his head down, so Roxas wouldn't see him breaking. "Just please. Let me know you. You don't have to like me in the least. You can lie to me if you want. I just don't want to be sent to prison without having something to remember about you. I love you, Roxas. And I know you aren't into men. You probably think I'm disgusting and crazy. But I won't hurt you. Ever." Axel said, now turning around. The last thing he wanted was for Roxas to think of him as weak. But he couldn't help but feel like his heart was being ripped out. He loved Roxas with every, single fiber of his being and he was going to let him go and never see him again.

Roxas sat up when heard Axel come in. He was a bit surprised about what he had said. He would be able to go home?! Really?! That was a relief. He was silent for a while, thinking. "Alright then.. I guess I can answer whatever questions you want." he said. Though he didn't want to talk to him. "So.. What do you want to know about me?" he asked.

Axel was calm now, his face a bit flushed. "Just... anything you want to talk about. Anything you're willing to share with me." He stood now and sat on the end of the bed, a few feet between them. "Why do you always go to the Mall on a Thursday?" He asked after a few minutes of silence. "Hardly, anyone ever goes during the week but especially Thursdays for some reason."
Axel was very still, worried Roxas might lash out at him at any time.

"I go on Thursdays because there aren't as many people. I hate it when its crowded. Sora says that its weird and that most people stay home instead and go Friday. But I don't care. Its easier for me to go with less people." Roxas said. He wasn't just going to say something unless Axel asks about it.

Axel nodded. "Sora is a member of your family right?" He asked. Axel had remembered all the text messages he had gotten the day he took Sora and Axel had guessed that they might be related. Then he realized something he should be asking but was afraid to hear the answer. But after a few seconds of debated he knew he wanted the answer, no matter what it was. "When I asked you out, did you say no because you're straight or because you weren't attracted to me?" He asked, laying back on the bed with his hands behind his head, his thoughts racing waiting for the answer.

"Yes. He is. Sora's my brother." Roxas said. He sighed slightly. He had to think about the next question. "I said no because I'm straight. I don't go out with guys." he said. At least, he thought he was. He had never really thought about it before and he had gone out with girls several times. Sure, some of those were his friends. But that it didn't make a difference, did it?

Axel stretched and rubbed his chin. He wished it had been like this from the beginning. Things were less stressed and less complicated and just mellow. "I'm not entirely convinced by your answer." Axel said before sitting up and leaning over, hoping he hadn't offended him. "I just mean, how do you know for sure?" Axel paused. "I thought I was straight up until I saw you. I guess I'm sort of swing both ways." He said with a nervous laugh. He had never been comfortable with this subject but and when he got nervous he often spoke without meaning to, making himself sound stupid.

"I know, trust me." Roxas said. He was positive. There was no way he could like another guy. "Is there anything else you want to know?" he asked. Because if not, he wanted to be left alone. Not that he would just go out and say that straight out. And he was extremely bored, so talking was helping that.