Every time I see your face, I can see the games you play. Nobody can break hearts better, Why do you have to be so damn clever? Lyrics from So Damn Clever by Plain White T‘s.
Axel was truly a nobody. It was the only explanation. Roxas knew that he didn’t- no, he couldn’t have a heart. The redhead was able to sleep around so freely. One night with Demyx, another with Zexion- with anyone who would lie with him. Ever the Organization’s bicycle… and it made Roxas feel stupid as hell.
He’d fallen for it all- hook, line, and sinker.
He’d fallen for the sweet talk, the whispered nothings, the bullshit about hearts. He’d eaten it all up like a fat kid devours a candy bar and the only one he could blame was himself for being so remarkably gullible.
He should have known. Someone with no heart couldn’t possibly love… and Axel clearly didn’t have a heart (or a conscience at the very least).
And what did they have that he didn’t, anyway? Roxas knew he was different from the others, being the key blade’s chosen one. So why did Axel treat him no different than the others when it came to bedside manners?
Was it some sort of cruel test to see if Roxas did, in fact, have a heart? Or was he giving the horny redhead too much credit?
Axel came walking towards him now, while he was thinking on all of this.
“Hey Roxas-”
“You know what, Axel? Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. And not the way you’d like, for that matter.” Roxas said icily, stood, and left.