You do it to yourself, you do, and that's what really hurts

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[This Axel here looks pissed, and the focus of all that anger is none other than himself--a certain, less scarred version of himself. When he finds him, though, that Axel may end up with more scars than this one has. If he finds him. He's stalking around, nearly livid at this point but trying to hide it, which the weapons in his hands are probably not helping with.]

Come out, come out wherever you are...

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[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hey, future-him. After downing a few more potions and getting a good night's rest, Axel's feeling a little more up to walking around, and it's hard not to notice himself, especially with the way he's walking around.]

Hey, what's up? Somebody owe you money?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[There you are! Axel's expression darkens at the sight of the other redhead, and Axel might find himself slammed back against the wall with no warning by an elbow, edge of a chakram held to his throat.]

No, but I think you owe me, and Roxas, a fucking explanation.

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Oh geez, hello. Neck, meet chakram. You two probably won't get along.

He told you about that, did he? Well there's nothing else to explain.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Here, the more you dodge questions like that, the more pressure he's going to apply with that weapon.]

You little bastard. You were ready to kill for him and then you go fuck the guy that's tried to. What the Hell?

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Cue a rolling of the eyes, though that weapon is making him nervous.]

At least I'm not the one that actually killed him.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Well it's a good thing he's taking the weapon away, then. This would be pointless if Axel ended up dead. He's trying to teach his past self a lesson. As much as he wants to put the bladed wheel in his hand through Axel's face, he's not going to. Instead, have a fist.]

Shut up!

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[Okay, not cool. If Axel hadn't already been up against the wall, that probably would have knocked him back into it. Nursing a split lip, he just glares up at the scarred male.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

This isn't about me, you've already proven yourself capable of doing what I couldn't.

And then you go and fuck it up! [Accents that with another punch, just dismissing his weapons entirely.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

[He ducks that one, though, have fun hitting the wall. Bet that cracked your knuckles. Axel slides away what he hopes is a safe distance and stands.]

Why do you--[Ugh, wipes the blood off his lips] Care?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[You ask a lot of stupid questions, Axel, but that might take the cake for this conversation.]

... Why wouldn't I?

Why don't you seem to?

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

...you playin' a game?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Er, not exactly. I'm looking for someone.

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Who?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

An Axel, like me, but a different one.

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Why~?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Because he did something bad~

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[lol hi to u 20 questions]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

He upset one of my friends.

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Why?

[ixero.livejournal.com]

He~llo stranger.

[look who has his legs again! the skin around his eyes is red like he's just cried, and his hands are a little shaky, but he stuffs those in his pockets and passes it all off like an every day thing with a grin.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Got your legs back, I see. [A nod of greeting, still scanning the area for the other Axel.]

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Yeah, now I can tap dance just like I've always dreamed.

[but his voice drips with sarcasm, and he's tugging out a cigarette from a pack in his pocket.]

Got a light?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[Axel almost drops a weapon to snap a flame to life at his fingertips but pauses, grip tightening once more on the chakram's handle.] I thought you weren't supposed to.

[ixero.livejournal.com]

Rules are made to be broken.

[waves the cigarette out at him.]

I'm waiiiting.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[... Fine. Weapon thuds carelessly into the floor as he lifts a hand, a tidy little flame perched and hovering above his pointer finger. Congrats, you've made friends with a human lighter.]