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?

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

...you playin' a game?

[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.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

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

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Who?

[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]

An Axel, like me, but a different one.

[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.]

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Why~?

[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.]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Because he did something bad~

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[lol hi to u 20 questions]

[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]

He upset one of my friends.

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

Why?

[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?

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

...

Because. [Can play this game.]

[foralostcause.livejournal.com]

...

What do you want me to do about it, huh? The damage has already been done.

[widdlewiku.livejournal.com]

That's a stupid answer.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

I want you to go find him and get on your fucking hands and knees and kiss his god damn feet and apologize until you are hoarse, until you can't even speak anymore.

And then, maybe, I'd understand if he felt like forgiving you.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

Maybe the problem wasn't the answer, but the question.

[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.]