Zexion: Midna Twilight does not own kingdom Hearts or the characters. She does own the plot and Axel's younger sister though. Whoopie. Yay. Can I have a smoke now?
Midna: Not here.
Zexion: Whatever.
Warning: This story contains mild language and AkuRoku. Excuse me, thats Axel Roxas boy love. If you don't like that, then you can kindly go to another story. Now, to the fans of AkuRoku, read on!
H.I.M
You know, most people wake up to an alarm clock. Or, maybe someone gently wakes them up. Me? I get dog's nose in my eye. It's not a pleasant feeling. Damn, it's morning time already... Isn't it weird how the day never seems to ened, but the night never lasts?
I push my dog, Red, away and try to focus my eyes. Not one speck of light was in the room and it was still too early to know what time it was. I tried to stretch out, yawning, but that ended in failure as I fell off the small sofa that I sleep on every night. I mumbled random curses because my covers were on the nasty floor. Just then, the stupid dog jumped on me and wanted to play. Did he not seee that I was in a bad mood? Then he wanted to jump on me? It's not like it was a little dog, but this was a damn german shephard!
Right before I set him on fire, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I knew then that any chance of sleep was over. The dog decided to leave me alone and went towards the figure on the stairs, its tail still wagging.
"Dammit Axel! Did you have a party down here? It looks a mess!" I looked at the person now at the bottom of the steps. My older brother, tall and slender, leaned against the railing. He looked at the living room/dining room/ my bedroom and shook his head. I looked around also. The small, but cozy room was a total mess as usual, but it wasn't me this time. Did Reno want to hear that? Hell. No.
"I'm having someone over today for lunch. Why'd it have to be like this today? Axel did you sleep on the floor? You better wash them damn covers. Did you walk Red yet? Is your..." After awhile, in the mornings, I learned to tune out his morning ramblings. Thank goodness he was only like this in the morning.
Still drowsy, I faced my harping brother. The crimson haired man had that "you know better" look on his face. Although I'm nineteen, and legal to the world I might add, my brother still thought I was a child. He was in his pajamas, a plain shirt with blue shorts and white socks, and had his hair up in a wild low ponytail. I smirked and he smirked back. Morning ramblings offically over.
"Hey Reno, yes Reno, love you too Reno." I said, him mumbling something like "smart-ass" as I ran up the stairs. He yelled up after me, "I'm cooking pancakes!" as I was finally up the stairs.
I stood in the hallway and opened the storage closet. Inside was my clothes, shoes and other useless things. I didn't exactly have a bedroom because it was a two bedroom house and three people living in it. Of course, I'm the ass that's roomless. That's so ironic. Heh.
I sighed as I looked at the clothes I layed out. A black shirt that had flames on the edge and khakis that were too short to be called pants anymore. I took off the shirt I was-- wait. I'm not giving you a peepshow. Get out so I can dress!
Humming a tune, I walked out of the storage room fully clothed (took my shower last night) and headed down to my sister's room. The light was on and she was writing in a book. The thin girl (I'm thinner that her because I hardly eat) was dressed in a blue shirt and a pair of jeans that she wore a few days ago. I was amazed at how tranquil she was. I wanted to see how quick I could make her angry.
"Hey Torrey, what's up? Writing about your BOYFRIEND?" I said, holding back a snicker when her face turned pink. "No! And Marly is not my boyfriend!" she replied, standing up. Her book collasped on the floor and opened revealing a picture of that certain brown haired boy. Her blush turned a deep red. I laughed as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Get the hell out of my room!"
Alright, Torrey is my younger sister. She's only sixteen and attending high school. She only has one friend, this guy named Marluxia. It is so obvious that she likes him, but she won't tell him. She even invited him over here once, and she scrubbed the place was spotless before he got here. I just like teasing her.
I walked from her room while dodging pillows -of fury- and made my way down the stairs. The house smelled like dog and pancakes. Red shook his tail and ran towards me. My brother had set the table up for us to eat. "Yummy." I sarcastically said as I pet the dog. I quicly waled to the table and sat down while pushing the plate away in one smooth motion.
"Axel, you have to eat. Breakfast his the greatest meal of the day, it will help you grow big," Reno struck a mighty pose. " and strong!" another pose. He then started to poke me with a fork.
"I'm eating out with Demyx and Zexion for breakfast." I grumbled annoyed because of the poking.
"Oh. Okay. Have fun." he then said, "Could've told me before a took the extra step and put chocolate chips in yours..." he took the pancakes in front of me in his hand. I stood up and waled over to the living room mirrior. It was cracked in the center, but no one bothered to throw it out just yet. God! My hair was a mess. It was spikey, like it always is in the morning. I grabbed a comb that was placed on the table the mirror was resting on and began to comb it back. When I was done, my hair was still spikey, just not sitting up unruly. I winked at my reflection.
"Hey, Axel! It's 7:42! Don't you think you should get going?" Reno shouted from the kitchen. I glanced at the watch I had on. It was 7:42. Our breakfast date is at 7:45.
"Damn, I am late. See ya Reno, see ya squirt!" After I yelled up the stairs to my little sister, I rushed out the front door with my bookbag slung over my shoulder.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and I had to hurry back to collegeright after I eat breakfast with my best friends, Demyx and Zexion. Ignoring any people that might be saying hello as I walked past them, I finally got to the bus stop. I looked at the sky and happened to notice that the sky was a crisp blue with fluffy clouds floating by. The streetes were dirty and so were the stairs around here, but I don'y care. told Demyx to tell me where to meet him, but he never told me. I glanced at my watch again. It was now 7:48. Now I was late and hopefully, Demyx wouldn't kill me.
Afer a short wait, the bus came. As I got on it my cell phone vibtared and played 'Goody Two Shoes'. That was Demyx calling me. I took it out and flipped it open.
"Damn you Axel! Where the HELL are you?" a voice boomed from the phone, which attracted attention.
"Oh Demyx, you never told me where to meet you." I said with a heavy sigh. Demyx only cursed when he was angry.
"Oh. At Don's Diner of course." Demyx said. I grinned to myself.
"Zexion's there, right?" my friend huffed.
"Yeah, Zexy's here, and he's already on his third cigarette. Hurry, out train leaves at 9:00." I looked at my phone screen after a lond silence. Call Ended.
"Demyx, learn to quit." I rode the bus awhile, but the stop I had to get off at wasn't very far. Bleh. The streets of Philede. It was a really dirty place to live, but the housing was cheap, so it was worth it. Soon, I got off the bus, right in front of Don's Diner. Unlike the rest of the street, the front off the diner was swept and tended to. By the diner stood Zexion with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and Demyx fussing at him.
"Zexy! It's not good for you!" the brunette complained. Zexion shrugged.
"So?"
Zexion had a bad habit of smoking since he was sixteen. He got me into it for a whole year, but then Reno found out. I swore to never see him so angry again, so I quit.
I walked over to the two and patted Demyx on the head. He tugged on his green hoodie. "It's no use. We've been trying for two years, buthe never stopped. Let it go." I laughed when he pouted and his face flushed red in embarrassment. Zexion purposely blew smoke in our faces. I inhaled the smell easily, but Demyx covered his nose.
"It smells discusting. What is that? A new brand?" he whined.
"Newport, non-lite. You're lucky that I quit. Best one out of two." I said. Demyx nodded, still covering his nose.
Demyx and Zexion. They've been friends since my mother died and Reno took her place. I was only seven then. I still remember it as if it was yesterday.
"Axel, Torrey-honey! Get up! It's time for school." a woman with long red hair smiled.
"I'll be right there, mom!" Torrey responded.
"Five more minutes..." Axel groaned, pulling the white sheets over his head to block the lights.
"Come on Axel. It's time to get an education. You can't get anything done in Philede without an education." she got no response. The woman then smirked. "Reno is making pancakes."
"Is it chocolate chip?"
"I'll see what I can do."
"Then I'm up!" the young boy nearly bounced out of the bed he rested in.
"Okay Axel, don't hurt yourself."
Those were the good days. A few weeks later, she was hit by a drunk driver on the way home from work. Demyx saw the accident on television and talked to me the next day. Zexion just seemed to always follow him around. Back then, Zexion was nicer, shyer then he is now. We got used to each other's company and soon, you never saw us apart. We were inseparable. Then there was now. We went to the same college. My major is math, Demyx wants to becom a history teacher, and Zexion was just tagging along like he always did. Just like my mother said, you can't get anything done in Philede unless you have a good education.
Zexion threw his cigarette on the ground, smashing with his dirty converses. "I'm done today. DONE." he announced.
"Thank you. Now we can go inside. I'm starving." Demyx sighed in relief, opening the door to the diner. At this place, the service was surprizingly good to be in such a horrible area. I mean, Uptown Philede was the worst. There were more drug busts and killings around here than Underground, and that place was where the worst people live.
When we walked in, a guy with crystal blue eyes and dirty blonde hair stood there. He had a sun kissed tan, and had on a clean pink apron that said "Jennifer". "Hi, welcome to Don's Diner! My name is is Roxas and I will be your waiter for this visit!" What they say is routine. No doubt taht if they got the script wrong there would be pay deduction. I mean, he was obviously forcing a smile. Zexion seemed like he noticed, but Demyx didn't.
"Table for three, three adults." he said, just as cheerfullt as Roxas.
It filled me with a certain pride to be called an adult. I was referred to as a child at home by Reno, who was only thirty-five. But being over eighteen means freedom. You could move oit if you wanted to, and I should, but I won't.
Roxas the waiter lead us to our table near the window. I didn't really care for the view of the dirty outside. Zexion was eyeing the waiter behind me while Demyx nearly skipped behind the waiter. Finally we took a seat. Roxas began reading from the script once more.
"These are your seats. Now that you are seated, would you like something to drink?" I looked at Demyx as he quickly replied.
"One latte with sugar and cream, one coffee..." he looked at me. I nodded. "...straight black and a water for our friend Zexion."
"Okay, I will be back in a jiffy," his right eye twitched. "and a half!" I really think that Roxas guy hates his job. I would too, all that remembering for minimum wage. I could see it as a half time job, though.
That's when Zexion sighed. He was only like this when something was on his mind. I was watching Roxas skate away on his rollerskates. Something was vaguely familiar about that Roxas kid. I feel as though I've met him before, but I don't quite remember. It was a weird feeling.
"Doesn't something feel a bit weird about that Roxas kid?" Zexion asked. Demyx looked at him, shrugging.
"Doesn't ring a bell to me."
"Me either. But I can't help feeling something when around him. Like deja vu." I said, noticing that Roxas was coming back with a tray in his hand, holding our drinks. He set the tray down on our table and gave us our specific orders.
"Everyone happy? If so, please give me your names so I can set them with each order." the blonde said, sighing afterwards. He took out a notepad and a pen that said "Don's Diner".
"The name's Axel." I said, looking in my drink for any undesireables. Roxas' mouth dropped open. He mumbled something under his breath, but his fake smile quickly came back.
"What'll you have, Axel?" Roxas said.
"Chocolate chip pancakes with extra syrup. Nothing on the side."
"Just how you used to like it..." Roxas mumbled, writing down the order.
"Excuse me?" Axel asked. I heard what he said and I needed to question it. He shook his head. "Do I know you?" I pressed on. The blonde's face blushed a bright red as he slammed his notebook and stormed off.
"That was weird." Demyx said after an awkward moment. Zexion nodded in agreement. "What was all that about?"
"I... think we've met before. But I'm sure I don't know him. I don't really believe in past lives, either." I scratched the back of my head. That really was weird. He seemed almost...thrown off when I asked him a simple question. And during all of this, Zexion just drank his water quietly.
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Midna: And that was the prologue!
Axel: That was interesting... and why is my little sister in love with that flower loving freak?
Midna: No reason (wink). Just thought it would be funny.
Now here's for the preview! YAY! WHOO! YEAH! Heh, heh, heh... right. Here it is.
Roxas blinked at me. He looked like nothing had happened on Saturday.
"Where have I seen you before?"
"Sure. I knew an Axel. Way back when. Now it's over and I'll never see him again. Nothing too special."
Midna: Until next time!
Axel: See ya! Can I have those yogos yet...?
Midna: No.