Bacon N Eggs

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I really appreciate it! Thank you to Caraglar, Chyu, RikaBernkastel, and Christina for reviewing and keeping with me. Sorry that I haven't updated in forever. DX
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“Holy shit,” Roxas exclaimed, showing the first bit of energy all evening, “th-this is your car?!”


“Yep,” Axel simply replied as he went to open the door for Roxas, “now hurry up and get in, it’s getting cold out.”


Roxas was gaping, mouth wide open, still in shock at the majesty of the car. Axel began to chuckle as Roxas continued to stay stationed in one spot. Axel shut the door again and gently moved over to Roxas to put his hands on his shoulders. Roxas’ jaw snapped shut and shoved Axel’s hands off of himself.


“Hey,” Roxas glowered at him, “I don’t need anybody to help me, especially some big rich Rockefeller.”


Axel, suddenly taken aback, threw his hands in the air in a defenseless “I-don’t-have-any-weapons” pose. Roxas looked ahead at the car and aggressively opened the door, sliding in. Axel stood still, puzzled by what just happened but soon he realized the car door was still open and sucking cold air into the cabin. Axel quickly ducked inside, sliding next to Roxas and roughly shut the door.


“Where to Mr. Kullhem,” the young driver asked as he pulled out onto the street.


“For the millionth time Riku,” Axel replied, “call me Axel. And down to Betty’s café please.”


“Yes sir,” Riku replied as he turned left.


Roxas surveyed Riku for a minute and thought it odd that such a young man would be a chauffeur of such a rich tycoon. His hair flowed gracefully down his shoulders in a waterfall of pure silver.


The ride was silent as the car wove in and out of traffic through the streets of New York City. Roxas stared out the windows and up to the top of buildings. Suddenly, Axel burst out laughing.


Roxas turned back to face the man who was sitting next to him, “Why are you laughing?”

Axel turned to face Roxas, wiping tears from his eyes, “It’s just that you’re so defensive and yet when we drive through the city it’s as if you’re a tourist, gaping at the buildings with awe and excitement.”


Roxas gaped at Axel, not realizing his tourist façade. For once, Roxas was truly speechless as the car pulled up to the café. Axel slid out and Roxas followed.


Roxas couldn’t believe his eyes as he surveyed the little restaurant. He was expecting some ‘high and mighty’ bistro that served exotic coffees and international scones. However, Roxas was taken aback by its appearance.


Sepia-tinted glass windows enclosed the outside of the café. Ornate columns decorated with flowers slithering around held up the door frame. The door itself was rustic and was crafted of soft white wood, peeling around the edges and was complete with a little brass doorknob molded with a flur de lis. There were curtains that were tied behind the four little windows that were implanted in the door.


“It’s all so dainty…” Roxas whispered in awe.


“Well, what’d you expect?” Axel chuckled and turned the door knob. He had to bow his head slightly to get through the doorway and Roxas realized just how tall he was.


“Well, for starters,” Roxas began as they sat at a comfortable table, complete with plush booths on either side, “something…something more pristine and elegant for a man such as yourself.”


“A man such as myself,” Axel repeated, “And what kind of man do you think that is?”


“Well,” Roxas started to answer. He looked up to face Axel eye to eye, but that was a very unwise decision. Immediately, Roxas fell into Axel’s eyes. Bright emeralds stared back at him. Roxas couldn’t concentrate…he was going mad looking into those vivid orbs.


“What can I get you two,” an older woman piped in. Her face was slightly plump and in sagged in some places due to age.


“Uh,” Roxas stammered, thankful for the interruption as he stared down at a menu. He was glad to be out of the line of fire from Axel’s eyes, afraid that he might show a weakness and blush.

“He’ll have some bacon and eggs, over easy please. And I’ll just have some tea, black please.” Axel quickly answered.


“I like a man who knows what he wants,” the older woman winked at Axel and took their menus out from under them.


Not wanting to answer Axel’s previous question, Roxas looked out the window. He didn’t return his eyes to Axel until the food arrive at which point Roxas started to devour.


Roxas hadn’t tasted anything so good. He snarled everything down and another plate was shoved his way. Roxas gratefully looked up at Axel who managed to flag down the plump woman to order another plate of food.


By Roxas’ fourth plate, he started to slow down and look up again.


“So tell me about yourself,” Axel asked smiling, now that he knew Roxas could manage to speak again.


“What do you want to know,” Roxas asked, wiping his mouth.


“Well,” Axel continued, “where are you from? Have you always been involved in art? What are your background and your interests? You know, stuff like that.”


Roxas stared out the window, taken aback by everything Axel wanted to know so quickly.


“Well,” Roxas started, “I’m from Massachusetts. Born and raised in Cambridge. My parents are physicists at MIT and I was supposed to follow in their footsteps. After all, I have an IQ of 135 and I was expected to be the next great genius in my family. But that’s not what I wanted. I loved the arts and all that encompassed them; I found myself going to my art classrooms in high school and staying there painting until I was kicked out by the janitor. Of course, my parents never approved of my artist differences. So, I decided on my eighteenth birthday, I would move out of my house taking whatever money I had and live my life how I wanted to.”


Roxas couldn’t believe what was pouring out of his mouth; he’d never told this much information to anyone. It was as if Roxas could pour his heart out to this man, even though he’d only meet him the day before.


“So, my eighteenth birthday came and I went to school with all of my money withdrawn from my bank account. I packed up some clothes and my art teacher gave me some supplies to take with me. I left my parents a note that morning and I never returned to my house.”


Roxas looked up at Axel and continued, “I bought a train ticket and went to New York. I wanted to paint for a living and that’s what I’ve lived up to for the three years that I’ve lived here. I’ve painted and earned my living here. Well sort of.”


Roxas chuckled as Axel’s smile faded a bit, “What do you mean, ‘well sort of’?”


“Well it turns out that the money that you were going to give me for my paintings was going to pay my rent,” Roxas began, “but my landlord evicted me last night. You see, I hadn’t exactly paid my rent for the last couple of months. But when I get your money, I can go and put a down payment on another apart…”


“So are you telling me you have nowhere to go,” Axel asked.


“Yeah, for now. That’s why I rolled all my paintings into your office earlier. I couldn’t get them down into the subway, so I walked to your office. It was about twelve miles or so, actually.”


Axel looked disheartened.


“Are you alright,” Roxas asked, starting to get worried about the man opposite him.


Axel looked perplexed, but then suddenly something seemed to dawn on him.


“What,” Axel began looking at Roxas, “If you trade your paintings for rent?”


“What do you mean,” Roxas asked confused.


“Well,” Axel continued, “I have a penthouse apartment big enough for at least ten people to live in and I’m the only one living in it. If you paint for me, you can get what you want with your art. You wouldn’t worry about having to eat sparingly, or where you’re going to sleep next. And I’ll benefit from your art being created in my flat.”


Roxas, taken aback, stared with his mouth wide open at Axel.


“You want me to live with you?”