Chapter 1 - I lay in bed at night and I think of life and I think of death and neither of them particularly appeal to me...

Lather, rinse, repeat. Lather, rinse, reapeat. Lather, rinse...

His eyes stung fiercly from the concentrated suds which had escaped him. He spat out a mouthful of soapy water and leaned against the back wall of the shower.

"What am I doing?" He muttered to himself, closing lids on aqua eyes and sighing heavily.

Exhaustedly, he clambered out of the steaming room, leaving little wet footprints as he took a small towel to his head, allowing the rest of his body to dry in the open air. His golden hair lay in strange, little tossled cowlicks around his face. He screwed up his nose at the image in the mirror, and tried to flick the wild locks in the direction he always wore them, but they simply fell back down, tickling his shoulders.

"Fuck it." He muttered under his breath, as he sat down on his bed, his bare body leaving a wet patch on the bed sheets. His black eyeliner was smudged low under his heavy eyes which were bloodshot and lustless. Flicking on the TV he saw very little but infomercials and soap operas, nothing but the usual. So he flicked over to the old horror station and slid back into his bed. He would get dressed. Eventually.

"Buy car insurance from us today and save the money you need to do the things you really love!"

Roxas' eyes flickered open and he groaned. His head hurt. He must have fallen asleep...

"Fucking adverts."

He got up, shivered, kicked the tv stand and headed to his dresser. He whined at the dull ache now throbbing in his toes. It was 2AM. Four hours until he had to get up, when Monday would start all over again.

"Fucking Mondays."

He threw the towel from his neck at the wall angrily, and got into a pair of black boxers and a baggy band t-shirt, proudly stating 'Bullet For my Valentine' across the chest. Slowly, he crawled back to his bed, turning the DVD player on and mindlessly shoving in a loose disk on the way. An episode of Garfield started, and the familiar grumbly voice radiated through the room.

"All the colour has gone out of my life."

Roxas closed his eyes and turned over, facing the wall.

"You and me both."

"Axel! Get up-" The raised voice scratched through the silence in the cluttered room before pausing and turning to a low grunt. "Oh for God's sake Axel. How much have you drank? You know you've got a lecture today. Do you even care?" The golden rays of the morning's sun fell shyly through the crack in the curtains and danced across the dark objects scattered around the floor, giving a hint of the warm day to come. Several empty beer cans stood shamelessly on the battered bedside cabinet, and a lump lay under the sheets only showing a single thin, pale hand reaching out, clasped weakly around the neck of an almost-empty bottle of neat vodka. A groan escaped the lump and the hand retreated, letting the glass felony fall to the unpolished floor boards, spilling over a pair of discarded jeans.

"No, mother, I do not."

"Do not what?"

"Care. Demyx, just get the fuck out. Make something up about me. I don't know. I'm sick. I'm dead. I've been abducted by aliens... I just don't care."

"Sometimes I wish you were abducted by aliens you know. You're impossible. I only moan at you for your own good, you dick."

There was a pause. A moment's silence. Then the room stirred further and the bed sheets pealed back to reveal the lump to be a lanky, pale teen, clad in nothing but a pair of Seasme Street underwear and a dull expression. A few more empty cans fell from the bed as he shuffled into a kind-of-upright sitting position, resulting in a grimace from the entrant.
"I know... I know. I'm sorry, Dem. I really can't help it." He raked his fingers through the tangled red spikes, getting caught between them several times. The other boy looked down at him sadly, and slumped onto the mattress next to him, resting a hand on his bony shoulder. Axel covered his face, rubbing his eyes violently.

"I'm really worried about you. No, really. Ax... You're abusing yourself awfully. That Leon guy... Is he really worth all of this? You need to get your life back on track... I know it's hard... Have you been taking your... Uh...?"

Axel bitterly chocked out a deep laugh. "You mean my 'happy pills'?" His voice was full of sarcasm as he raised an eyebrow and dropped his hands from his cheeks into his lap. "Remember, candy is dandy but liquor is quicker." A cheeky grin spread across his lips, but the seriousness returned to his voice when he saw his friend's stern expression. "They just make me worse... Much worse. I act dumber than I do when I'm drunk."

Demyx looked down. "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry?"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry. I mean... About what you have to put up with and all..." Demyx scowled thoughtfully, allowing his hand to trail down Axel's arm, who smiled weakly at the gentle gesture.

"Me too, Dem. I'm sorry I'm such a pain in the ass."

Roxas walked home from school. He was a shadow, his head ducked down as he watched the uneven concrete path which dipped and split under his scruffy, black converse. His hood was up, pulled down low over his face, though it was completely unnecessary. The afternoon was muggy; a thick grey cloak of humidity hung over the dull cul-de-sac as he passed the tall oak, which groaned under the weight of the stiffing heat, and looped around to a shallow set of concrete steps leading to a painfully plain, white, plastic door with a clouded, glass pane fitted into its upper half. He attacked its handle, yanking it down forcefully and kicking the main doorpannel hard so that it opened with a loud creak.

He didn't bother to shout as he entered his home. No 'Honey I'm home' or 'Mom I'm back.' He knew no one was there. They hardly ever were. Not that he was one to protest. Though sometimes he did miss his brother... Kicking off his shoes and dropping his checkered rucksack he noticed a small, rectangular envelope on the floor. Picking it up he saw it was addressed to 'Roxas Tairu'.

"I never get mail..." He furrowed his brow, slightly confused, before eagerly tearing at the top of the paper. He clicked the button on the stereo as he wandered into the living room. Paramore began to serenade the room.

He grinned at the piece of card between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ahh, my tickets! At last!"

Roxas flopped into the deep purple couch which was covered with a two-tone, furry, blue blanket. He continued to grin at the tickets for a few seconds before sliding them onto the stained wood coffee table and sighing heavily. His blonde hair strayed around his face and he covered his eyes with his forearm. The happy moment seemed to have slipped by way too fast. He listened to Hayley Williams' voice and tried to drift.

'I climb I slip I fall, reaching for your hand but I lay here all alone, sweating all your blood...'

Demyx froze up, staring at its long, outstretched legs. He was tense, terrified of the tiny being a thousand times smaller than himself. Axel bent down to a crouch and placed his upturned hand on the concrete beneath him, trying to coax the creature onto his fingers so he could return it to safety. The afeared blond stood back, staring at his friend who was giggling fondly at the grey-black arachnid which was crawling across his skin. The tall boy stood, eyes unwavering and hinting sheer joy at the tiny thing's daring movements. He took two steps toward the nearest wall and allowed the spider to leave his outstretched palm.

"So, umm, as I was saying-" Demyx began, but Axel remained distracted.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Huh? Ax? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Stuff stuff, blah blah. But look, isn't it cool? Poor little guy. He must be terrified..."

"Ax. Seriously, dude. It's a spider. Quit spacing." Axel made a discontented little hum before turning back to Demyx.

"Sorry... So you were saying something about going out?"

"Yeah. I think we need to get you out of the flat for a couple of hours. Friday night. There's a gig on at the Solus. A couple of heavy bands, a couple of drinks... And guess who's going." A cheeky grin stretched his pale lips as he yanked two tickets out of his navy shoulder bag. "I got the tickets cheap because one of the guys in my music tech class is helping out with lighting there." Axel forced a smile and took the tickets from Demyx.

"Bring me the Horizon... Isn't that that metal band? The one with the really hot lead singer?" Demyx laughed in reply.

"You've loved them every time I've played them for you, and yes. The lead singer is pretty hot. His name is Oli Sykes. And he crawls out over the audience, you can get mega close." He teased, making Axel pout very slightly. "There'll be mosh pits and plenty of cute girls..." Axel glanced up. "And plenty of cute guys!" Demyx added with a chuckle. There was a pause.

"Okay. I'll come. You're buying me those drinks while we're there though."

"It's a deal."

Axel and Demyx got in ten minutes later. The redhead moaned at the sight of his trashed bedroom and the sharp pain in his skull. He took two paracetamol, then took two more before cleaning his room to the sound of his itunes switched on random. When he was nearly finished chucking out beer cans and making the bed, Paramore came on. He sighed and sprawled out on the mattress, trying to fight the sting in his eyes.

'If I could find out how to make you listen now, 'cause I'm starving for you here with my undying love.'

"I'm so sick of being depressed." He whispered. "I'm so sick of being alone."

Being an English lit student at university had its ups and downs, just like everything in life. The prospect of fighting for a job at some sleazy magazine or newspaper, or battling to become one of the teachers he'd always detested terrified Roxas beyond reason. The thought of most realistic job opportunities scared him. His main trouble was he couldn't place himself in any real life situation, in all honesty. He had no plans for the future. He had no plans for next week. He hadn't had a date in God knows how long. He never went out for anything but school any more... He hadn't even gone shopping in months; his clothes were worn out and faded, slowly coming apart at the seams... Much like him.
Since he was young he had always struggled making friends. He was the polar opposite of his older-by-one-year brother, Sora, who was popular, bubbly and sought after by almost every girl within a twenty-mile radius. Sora had moved out of the family home just before the parents had become travel-maniacs (causing Roxas to believe that the only reason they had stayed away from work was Sora, and creating some pretty bad abandonment issues). He lived in a flat with his best friend, Riku, his current girlfriend, Kairi and her pets, Fraan the bunny and Cloud the cat. Sora was studying Art and design in the same university that Roxas studied English. Roxas had always admired his brother with all of his heart, though at times he envied his astounding people skills.

Roxas' last girlfriend had been called Yuffie. She was a small, cute creature with tufty, black hair who happened to be a black belt in karate. However, Yuffie was confident and outgoing, while Roxas was sensitive and shy. She really needed someone strong and optimistic who could keep up with her sporty nature, and Roxas most definitely didn't fit the bill. The break-up didn't hurt him much, but soon after he discovered an empty hole in his chest. He supposed it was something called 'loneliness', but his nerves prevented him from doing anything about it. Now his only social ties were with his cats (Vaan and Recks), his brother and his three friends from youth, Olette, Pence and Hayner (though he rarely saw them since Hayner and Olette got together and Pence went to some far-off university to study economics).

However, he had heard that a bunch of bands were coming to the venue just across the road from his house and tickets weren't too pricey, and Olette and Hayner had convinced him to give it a try. At first he was apprehensive, but as the week passed, excitement had grown and he found himself really looking forward to a change in his routine. Now it was only one night and one lecture away. He would go to school in the morning, come home, grab something to eat, get changed...

Shit.

Thinking about it, he didn't own a single decent outfit. He sighed and flopped onto his bed, face first. Mindlessly, he fumbled about for his mobile and text Sora.

Help. Social crisis. Need clothes by tomorrow.

Shortly after, Roxas was awoken by the sound of his ring tone. He hadn't even realised he was falling asleep, but that seemed to happen a lot these days. He answered the call.
"Roxas! You got a date or something?" The voice on the other side of the line was cheerful and bright, and the sleepy youth couldn't help but smile.
"Hey Sora. Pfft, I wish. No, I'm just going to a gig tomorrow evening and I realised I have absolutely nothing to wear. I know you're busy with Kairi and having a life and everything, but do you think you could help me out?" There was a soft chuckle, not unlike the ringing of several tiny bells, before Sora spoke again.
"Of course I can help you. You don't need to sound so doubtful! Have you got a lecture tomorrow?"
"First thing. It ends at 11am."
"Well I'll drive over and meet you outside the university. I'm free all day, we'll go for coffee and I'll take you to some decent clothes stores. Just you and me. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great. I miss you..."
"Aww, Rox, I miss you to. Okie coke, then. I'll see you in the morning!" With a sigh, Roxas hung up and reset his alarm, crawling beneath his duvet and falling asleep without even feeding himself. Tomorrow would be better. Much better.

When Axel awoke on Friday morning he felt significantly better having not consumed any alcohol for a couple of days. After a quick change and a half-hearted attempt at brushing his hair and applying make-up, the red head lumbered down the stairs to find Demyx yielding a plate of toast and a broad smile.
"Morning, sleeping beauty. Oh, I do love it when you wear eye liner. Who could resist? It's easy to see what the A in A-sexual really stands for." He put the plate down on the table in front of Axel who snorted, noting that he had probably spent the last half hour thinking that up.
"I try, I try," He replied with another ironic snort. "Thanks for the breakfast."

"Oh, no problem. I thought it was about time you actually ate something. I'm going over Namine's in a min, but we'll both be here later to be sure you're getting washed up in preparation for the gig." His eyes glittered in excitement. Demyx and Namine had been fooling around for about a month. They were both quick to say they weren't in a relationship, but it was definitely headed down that road fast. Namine was sweet and quiet. An artistic type, with wide, blue eyes and pale hair. She was just what Demyx needed, really.
"-is in the fridge and remember that you've got two essays to do by Monday. Just because you're not in a lecture doesn't mean you shouldn't be working!" Axel blinked twice, realising that he had completely zoned out. Nodding gently he offered a weak wave. Demyx was having none of that and, after sliding into a loose-fitting hoodie, he grabbed Axel in a one-armed hug.
"I'll see you in a bit. Try not to drown in the shower or anything." With a soft chuckle Demyx skipped through the door, taking his guitar with him and Axel was, once again, alone.

After finishing a little less than half of his breakfast and slipping the rest of it into the bin, the lanky teen skulked up the stairs, slumping onto his bed with a notepad and a copy of Dorian Grey in his hands. It was a free essay where you had to choose a piece of 'Classic' literature and discuss the primary drive of the protagonist. He had chosen Dorian Grey as it had always been one of his favourites. The pen flowed freely as he poured words onto the paper with a natural flair. He was really good at English... When he actually tried.

After a rather tidius lecture on 'Ansem's notes' (Roxas had never cared much for that author; he found him rather pretentious and melodramatic) Roxas found himself released ten minutes early and waiting out front for his brother. Sora was early anyway, pulling up in his battered tin can with a grin which stretched from one window to the other.
"Roxy! Hop in. I got you a Cappuccino from Starbucks on the way." He held up a large take-out cup and Roxas smiled wanly, ducking into the passanger seat. "You look terrible." Sora sighed, his smile disappearing. "What's wrong? And are mum and dad back yet?"
"Gee, thanks! No, they're not, they sent a letter about a week ago saying they wouldn't be back for at least another month, and to be completely honest... Well... I'm not sure. I'm just... Sad." Roxas stared at the white lid protecting his beverage, a mild frown ruffling his brow.
"Aww... Rox..." The brunette bit his lip, glancing over at Roxas as he pulled out of the university parking lot. "Well, where are you going tonight?"
"Oh, a concert. Hayner and Olette want me to join them. The bands sound pretty cool. I'm a little nervous, I haven't gone out in months."
"Well, thank goodness someone's taking you out. It's about time you had a little fun! Maybe you'll meet someone, aye?" He chuckled mischievously, but Roxas just shrugged and leaned against the window.
"I don't think there is a girl for me. Anywhere. Ever. I just... There's not a lot to like."
"Don't be so stupid!" Sora snapped, his voice thick with hurt. "You are awesome! The best brother I could ever wish for! I'm honestly so proud of you. You just need a little confidence, is all!"
"Heh, yeah, but unfortunately you can't buy it from clothes stores..."
"Maybe not. But we can buy skinny jeans, and that's close enough." They both laughed, and Roxas was shocked at how good it felt to smile. His brother was right, he really needed to get out and have some fun more often. He just couldn't help but feel like he was waiting for something to happen... Something that would change things.
The two boys spent about three hours wandering around various clothes stores, and Sora helped Roxas pick out some nice-fitting, well-priced pieces to add to his pathetically sparse wardrobe. When they'd collected up about four outfits for the petite blond, they headed over to a small diner at the edge of the mall and ordered some food.
"There. These clothes oughta' groom your confidence a little. You'll have to fight the girls off with a stick by the end of tonight!" Sora smiled, stuffing a handful of fries into his mouth. Roxas shook his head with mock disapproval.
"What on earth does Kairi see in you? You have the table manners of a pig!" Sora chuckled, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.
"She clearly has a thing for farmyard animals! Besides, she knows I'm a growing boy who needs his eats." He winked, taking a long slurp of his milkshake. Roxas meekly bit a veggie burger he had picked up, smiling to himself.

"How's guitar going?" Sora inquired.

"Hmmm?"

"Guitar? How is it? Learnt any more songs?"

"Oh, yeah. I haven't played in a few days, but I'm getting better. I enjoy playing. It's... It's relaxing." He smiled at his callused fingertips fondly, his honey-coloured fringe flopping into his eyes.
"I'm glad. You ever gonna' play for me?" Roxas' blue eyes widened with fear.
"What? No!" He squeaked. Sora laughed.
"You ever gonna' play for anyone? There's no point in hiding a talent!"

"I play for myself, and that's good enough, thanks!" He scowled, folding his arms. Sora rolled his eyes before looking at his watch.
"Come on, finish up, I better get you back so you can get ready for your big night out."

Axel studied himself in the mirror, before poking his tongue out (flashing a silver piercing) and screwing up his face. Many had fallen for him, many had found him attractive, but, although he was awfully good at acting the over-confident ass, he had never personally seen the appeal. The only thing he had ever really liked about himself was his wild red hair, which was naturally a dull brownish colour (all hail the wonders of hair dye!). It stuck up in jagged spikes, jutting out in ever direction, making him look like some kind of anime character. He was very fond of that effect. He had been ready for about an hour, and he still had some time to waste. He laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling which had a large poster of astrological signs, though he could recite them with his eyes closed. I am such a nerd he thought, with a slight laugh.

Then he got thinking.

He hated being alone. He always got thinking when he was alone.
He thought about sad things, things that hurt.
He thought about the people he had loved, the people who had left...

He thought about Leon. Leon, a tall, well-built guy with a cold smile and a personality to match. He was beautiful. The most beautiful human Axel had ever seen, let alone dated. He was intelligent, witty and dry... But at times he could be the sweetest guy you would ever meet.
But things didn't last. They never lasted. Especially not good things. Axel hadn't been good enough. He would never be good enough.
When he sat up, he noticed he was crying. With a great sigh, he walked to the mirror once again, fixing his make up.

"You really are rather pathetic, aren't you." He stated with a hard stare. His phone rang. He flopped onto the bed, answering it with an apathetic 'hullo'.
"Dude, we're outside. We're gonna' head over early to get near the front. Do you want a lift? I doubt you want to carry your bike helmet around all night." Demyx. Axel stretched and looked out the window. He saw Demyx' van pulled up next to his beautiful Triumph - the only really good thing about his life. He sighed. Okay, maybe tonight he could leave his bike (and his pride) at home.
"Yup. Sounds good. Lemme' grab my hoodie and my wallet. I'll be down now."

A moment later, he was locking the door and clambering into the back of the cumbersome vehicle.
"Ax!" A soft voice exclaimed. Namine peered over her seat, all smiles and rainbows. Axel nodded and smiled back politely.
"Hey Nam. You look gorgeous, as always."
"Thank you, Axel, you look perfectly charming yourself!" She smiled, nodding back at him.
"Hurrumph. No love for Demdem." The driver huffed, pulling out.
"Don't be so silly. There's loads of love for Demdem!"
"Oh, yeah! I'm overflowing with love for the sexy mohawk in the front!" Axel laughed, and his friends joined in. He was feeling better aleady.
It took about twenty minutes to get to the venue. Axel climbed out with Namine, grabbing a place in the queue while Demyx parked up. Shading his eyes from the evening Sun which hung lazily in the sky, Axel surveyed the pool of people gathering by the doors. Namine took his hand and pulled him toward them, and soon they were close enough to feel the body heat of the other creatures. Axel looked around at the bright, excited faces of all ages. He caught sight of a couple, happily making out at the front. The girl was short, with long, brown hair which flicked out in the strangest way. She wore fairly bright colours and her eyes were vivid green, much like his own. The boy had spiky blond hair and muscular arms. His ego radiated from him in thick waves. Axel snorted.

Then he saw another boy. This boy was small and pale, a few years younger than himself. His hair was also blond, but it was styled into chunky spikes, all sweaping in the same direction. He wore tight fitting jeans held up by a checkered belt, and a slim-fitting t-shirt with 'Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock' scrawled across it, but he had attempted to cover these revealing clothes with a loose-fitting hoodie. He was all kitted out in black, which made his colouring stand out so much more. His eyes were huge. Wide, blue oceans, trembling with nerves and ringed with greyish-black kohl. His lips were plump and rouged by a natural pout; he chewed them anxiously as he pressed against the red brick wall. This type of environment was clearly completely alien to him.

Now, Axel wasn't a shallow guy. Sure, appearances mattered, but when he felt something, he felt it good. However, as he watched this tender youth he took back every thought he'd ever had about Leon being the most beautiful human on the planet. He wanted so desperately to rush over to him and hold him. To feel his heart race as they leant into one another and-

"Ax? Hey! Ax!" Demyx was stood by his side, waving at him. "You're spacing again."

"Huh? Uhhh... I-I'm sorry..." Axel stammered, his eyes flicking between his friend and the figure by the wall.

"I detect a slight blush! What are you looking at?" Dem frowned, scanning the scenery, but just then the crowd began to move, filtering through the heavy, double doors.
"Nothing..." Axel whispered to himself, his heart leaping wildly.

The main room was huge. There were bodies pressing against each other from wall to wall, and the heat was stifling. Fanning himself, Demyx helped Namine out of her hoodie, tying it around her waist for her. Axel puffed out his cheeks, the multitude of faces bothering him a little more than normal. He found himself searching the crowd, desperately trying to catch sight of him again.
"Axel, you're acting really weird. You're kinda' giving me the wiggins." Dem laughed over the blaring speakers, which were throwing out heavy bass beats, tiding the excitable fans over.

"Sorry... I guess I'm just not used to this any more." He smiled weakly, his brow furrowed, and Namine gave him a sort-of hug.

"You'll be fine. You're going to have great fun!"

"Yeah... I'm gonna' go get some water, okay?" The redhead sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"What, no beer?" Demyx joked. Axel shot him a slightly irritated look and he backed down sheepishly. "Alrighty. We'll save you a place. See you in a min." He clapped his friend on the back as he bustled through the crowd, trying to find some air. He finally reached the bar, picking up a cup of free water that the bartenders had put out. He leant against the wall, sipping the liquid and flicking his eyes across the stage.

He felt a tug at his sleeve.

Looking down, he saw two wide, oceanic eyes blinking up at him.

"Excuse me...?" It was the boy from before. His face was tinted with a weak blush and his eyelashes swept the air in a way that made Axel's chest tighten.

"Umm... Me?" The blond nodded. "Yeah?" Axel leant down. The boy was a good foot shorter than him, making it near impossible to hear him in the rowdy room.
"D-do you study English at Bastion Uni?" He asked, his voice thick with nerves.
"I do." Axel smiled.
"I... I do to. I'm a first year... I sat in one of your classes before." Axel raised his eyebrows.
"Oh? I don't recognise you..."
"I doubt you would..." He looked down, scuffing his feet on the floor. Axel watched him for a moment, finding his cuteness overwhelming. How on earth had he not noticed him at school? And what had made him want to come and talk to him? Poor little guy...

"So, how are you settling in?"

"Huh?"

"Uni! How are you finding it?"

"Oh... Right. It's... It's good. Scary... I don't really know anyone, and..."

"I see. What's your name?"

"Hmmm?"

"Your name! Hello? Anyone home?" Axel grinned and tapped the side of the boy's head gently, receiving a sweet laugh which tied his stomach in a knot.

"My name? My name's Roxas, what's yours?"

"Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"

"Uh-huh. Ax-el." Roxas nodded, chewing his lip again.

"Well, Roxas, now you know me. I'm the biggest, scariest guy out of all the students in Bastion Uni, so if you ever get scared, just give me a hollar, huh?" The younger boy nodded, smiling up at Axel with eyes full of admiration. "You here on your own?"
"No... I'm here with two of my friends but... But they're kinda' dating and... And you know..." He was blushing again... Axel nodded.

"Same, actually. Sucks being single right?" Roxas shrugged, but he frowned a little to himself. "Well, how about we hang out for a bit?" Axel grinned, showing large white teeth and unnecessarily long canines. Roxas grinned back.

"Sure!"

The two spent most of the night on the sides. It was too loud to talk properly, but being around Roxas cheered Axel up immensely, and he liked to think he had a similar effect on the other. When it was time to leave, Demyx came rushing up to him, grabbing his arm and jumping up and down.

"Where on earth did you get to? It was amazing! Oli came up to us, it was brilliant! He's so wonderful! Namine got a pic off Nick! Haha, that rhymes... It was awesome!"

"Geez, you gonna' leave any adjectives for the rest of us?" Axel teased, raising his eyebrow. "I made a new friend-" he began, but when he turned around preparing for introductions, the sweet little blond was gone. "O-oh.. He must have left...?" Demyx looked around, barely listening to Axel.

"Sure sure, we can talk about it outside, but I think the bands might come out to sign stuff, Nam's gone ahead, come on!" Axel sighed heavily and nodded, following Demyx out.

"At least I should see him around uni..."