Author Notes: Yatta! r3 is back up and writing again, under the alias of a plastic crown xP Have no fears, for you'll still be getting the great service that you had from Chocobo, r3, Glitter and the rest of the Pen Names that I've had. Lately I'm hooked on (phonics) Kingdom Hearts, so that's what your gonna be getting from me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Heart, or any of the characters. Nor do I own Irvine's cute butt, but I would really like to.

Story Notes: This is an AU with slash pairings, mature content, swearing and often random ramblings that make no sense whatsoever so don't worry too much. Sometimes in the AU-verse there will be little mentions of the games, including spoilers and what I would like to happen in KH3, because we all know that it'll happen! Now, prepare to read on!

Nobody's Loveletter

They were a pair that were totally and completely inseparable. With one, there was always the other. It was public knowledge; they didn't hide behind closed doors. They'd be seen walking hand-in-hand down the cold, tiled floored corridors of the Highschool, chattering to each other about those sickenly cute couply things or what couply things they were going to be doing with one another.

It was all gumdrops and rainbows.

It made him feel sick.

Chin rested upon the backs of folded hands as he slumped over the desk at the back of the English classroom. Expression was set into a permanent scowl, green eyes watching as the teacher scrawled words on the chalkboard that he found himself currently blind to. It might have been Maths, or perhaps Geography, he really couldn't remember. Glancing away from the board for a few brief moments to look at the open book that sat on the desk beneath him beamed up that he was wrong on both accounts. This was English; the home-made Shakespearean language proved that it couldn't be either Mathematics nor Geography, unless they were learning about the origin of the ancient English man. It could be history, but he was pretty sure that they were studying Romans not Elizabethans.

Speaking of Elizabeths, the girl holding the same name that sat in the table to his right giggled as she ignored the teacher and looked to the piece of scrap paper she was holding in her hands. It had to be one of those moronic 'pass it on' letters that could spread around a classroom like wildfire. She gave the boy on the next table a look that was somewhere between disgust and distrust, but she leaned over the gap anyway and slipped the crumpled piece onto his desk, whispering the code of 'pass it on' like the sheep that she was.

One hand removed itself from the other and slid down to move the paper so that he could read it better. The other formed a loose fist that he rested his cheek against.

'Wild party Saturday night at Hayner's place. Starts at seven. Be there or be square'

Oh the wonderful teenage rhyming talents.

Elizabeth glanced to him again as if urging him to pass the paper along.

Instead, he lifted up the scrap piece of paper, crumpled it up even more and popped it into his mouth and began chewing. He could of sworn he heard the girl's sound of disgust and he laughed to himself.

"Axel!" shouted the teacher at the front of the classroom, eyes focused firmly upon the redhead. "No eating in class!" Arm lifted and pointed at the door. "now you go outside and you remove of whatever it is your chewing on and do not return until you buckle up your ideas young man!" ordered the small, yet rather loud English teacher. She was only five foot three, but her voice was loud and powerful.

Chair legs screeched noisily on the floor as Axel pushed his chair back and stood up. Still chewing away on the note, the tall redhead sauntered towards the front of the class, opened the door, walked through it and closed it with a very loud bang that made everyone in the room jump.

"Well I never..." muttered the teacher once Axel was gone. "I've never seen such poor manners!" Smoothing out her plain grey skirt, the teacher turned back to the things she was writing on the board and describing the monologue of one of the characters of whatever Shakespeare place the class was studying at that time.

Outside, he leaned against the wall, arms folded behind his head, still chewing on the flavourless scrap of paper. Green eyes scanned the expanse of white tiled floors, cream painted walls and white with annoying blue speckled ceiling that made up the corridors of most of the school. Each department was set in its own little area of Radiant Garden Highschool, and tried to decorate some of the plain walls as such with works done by the students. Opposite him on a bright orange paper background was the works of another class who seemed to be studying Romeo and Juliet since it was covered with lots of cut-out hearts and pink lettering. Most of the student's works were little essays that they had written that the teacher's thought were worthy enough to display; complete with their names computer printed in bold on a separate piece of paper attached somewhere near their own piece of work.

One of them had one of the gumdrops names. Sora. Amazingly, his rainbow counter part's name was missing from the display. There was another name there that caught his attention though.

Roxas.

The two boys were cousins; he guessed anyway, since they looked somewhat alike. Especially in the eye department, and they're liking for spiky hairstyles. But unlike the gumdrop, Roxas was more solemn and down-to-Earth. His head didn't seem to wander off in the clouds. Sure, he retreated inside of himself, but he never voiced out his thoughts unlike Sora, who wanted the world to know that he could probably be diagnosed as legally insane.

Roxas must not be on the same sugar fuelled diet as the brunet.

Now, normally after being thrown out of class Axel would of gone off for a cigarette, but on this occasion his brain had been so numbed that he didn't even think to bring his stuff out with him, so he was forced to wait around until the class left to retrieve his belongings. He could of pretended to 'buckle up his ideas' and gone back in, but once thrown out of class, Axel didn't return until the next one. He was surprised that he was even allowed back into some of his classes after some of the reason's he'd got himself thrown out of.

A light chuckle left him once he'd swallowed the papers while remembering one event in science that involved him burning a hole through the wooden desk. Larxene thought it would be a good idea to add some random chemical to whatever it was they were supposed to be doing in the test tubes, and egged on by Vexen, they had managed to melt the test tube and a nice sized hole in the desk the three some were sitting at. Now Axel wasn't a loner, he did have people he liked to talk with an considered acquaintances, and some of them even considered him a friend, but it was difficult for him to make deep friendships with people. Sure Vexen and Larxene were two very nice people, although Vexen was somewhat of a know-it-all and Larxene tended to use people for her own goals, but Axel couldn't find himself making a friendship that went deeper than science class partners.

Ok, so maybe he did copy Vexen's homework sometimes, which involved hanging out beyond the science classroom, but they never really hung out beyond the school itself.

When thrown out of that particular class, Axel had wandered off for a cigarette, Vexen had probably gone to the library or computer room. Larxene, well, he didn't really know, and really didn't care.

But right now he wanted someone to talk to. He didn't know why, he just wanted someone else around so he could tell them just how terrible paper tasted.

With a heavy sigh, head tilted upwards so that he could stare at the blue speckled ceiling tiles until it made his eyes blurry. It was better than reading the rubbish that the class display had to offer about the deep bond between Romeo and Juliet. To relax his position even more, his left leg lifted and planted a thick and heavy leather boot flat against the wall and he slumped his body slightly, but not too much case he collapse onto the floor and look like a total fool.

Not that there was anyone around to see though.

"I see we do not learn from our past mistakes mister Axel" came a voice the brought Axel away from his mindless thoughts about how the blue spots were starting to dance before his eyes. The sudden surprise of the voice nearly made him fall over, but luckily the teen managed to regain some composure and didn't look like too much of a fool in front of...

In front of..

Green eyes focused upon the somewhat aged blond man that attempted to teach the redhead mathematics. Arms were folded across his chest, and the teacher gave off a sense of authority that demanded a person's full attention.

Axel smirked slyly. "It seems so Mr.Ansem, sir" he replied smugly.

Ansem sighed and rolled his eyes. "And what is it you were doing this time?"

"Apparently I was eating in class sir. I actually was removing a rather annoying piece of paper that was being passed around the class, which I do believe is against the rules, sir"

"So you ate it?"

"That I did sir," came the instant reply, followed by a firm nod. "Why, would there of been a better option without me disrupting a whole class by standing up to place the paper into the bin?"

Another sigh, this time heavier. Ansem shook his head in disbelief. Really, this boy was strange. Some days he would seem like he wasn't there, and others he would be so disruptive that most of the teachers wanted to give him a firm kick up the rear. The maths teacher also knew that a few students wanted to 'set Axel straight' and there were rumours going around the staff that Lexaeus wanted to beat the boy senseless after the pair had gotten into a mix-up in the cafeteria that was only stopped by quick intervention of some students and staff.

Axel tilted his head to one side and faked curiosity. "Something the matter sir?"

Ansem shook his head. "No, nothing. Well, I do hope you learn from this punishment," and with that, the maths teacher began walking along the hall. Green eyes followed him for a while as the older man turned a corner, then went back to focus on the ceiling above again.

- - -

There had been a fight outside of school and he'd missed it. Promising Pence that he would go with him so that the other male could talk to his art teacher about some project he was working on meant that not only did he miss the fight of the century (or so most of the students shouted as they rushed past the classroom) but he ended up missing his ride home with his cousin and was now running late for the bus.

Pence lived in the opposite direction from him, so Roxas found himself running through the biting wind and rain alone and with little protection from the rain. He could feel the rain seeping into his shoes and his red hood was doing little to keep his hair dry. By the time he reached the little plastic bus shelter Roxas could of sworn he was soaked to the bone.

Pulling off the wet hood and running his hands over his wet and no longer spiky blond hair, Roxas shook the water away the best he could, receiving a grumble of a protest from another sufferer of the rain and perhaps missing of the bus.

Gaze travelling up the black clad figure, blue eyes hovered upon the big bruise that was slowly starting to form rather nicely around his right eye, there seemed to be make-up smeared on the pale face, and wet locks of red hair was plastered to the skin.

Wait, this couldn't be...Surely he wasn't...

"Axel?"

There was a groan and the face turned to look upon the younger male with the other eye that he could still see out of. Forcing a grin with a pain expression, the smile just missing its mark, the aforementioned teen attempted a weak wave.

Roxas couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Turning his attention away to stare up at the clear plastic roof with the furious rain drops bombarding it, he ignore the almost laughable attempt at a glare that the older male threw at him.

"I see Lexaeus beat you up then," he said, stating rumour that would be all around the school in full force by Monday, since it had the whole weekend to fester and develop into some amazing and completely outrageous tales.

"He caught me at a bad time is all. Got a light?"

Roxas scoffed. "Oh yes, I'm a heavy smoker me, so I always have a lighter handy"

"Don't lie prissy. I know you smoke, I heard gumdrop talking about you to his boyfriend while I was waiting outside detention"

The blond laughed at the other's description of his cousin. It was obvious who 'gumdrop' was, there weren't many students at school that were open about their gay relationships, and if they were, they'd be out raindrop and lollipop-ed by those two.

It was enough to make him sick if he hadn't had so much experience of putting up with it. They were all lovey-dovey in the place Roxas called 'home'.

Giving in to the other though, knowing that there wasn't any chance he was going to work his way out of it, a silver Zippo was produced from his pocket and held for the older male.

"I don't smoke much," he said with a shrug as he sunk his hand back into his pocket with the lighter. "Only when the world really bothers me,"

"What, the world isn't always nice for you Princess?" came the sarcastic reply after a heavy exhale that sent blue-grey smoke floating into the air. "I'm very sorry to hear that,"

Roxas shrugged and huffed slightly, still watching the relentless rainfall above him. "At least I don't smoke to act cool"

It was Axel's turn to scoff this time. "I don't smoke to act cool, I smoke because I'm addicted," He was telling the truth. He could give up, but he was already moody enough without nicotine withdrawal adding to his sour moods.

"So what was it like getting your ass kicked?" Roxas asked, changing the subject. Pulling his gaze from the roof, he checked to see where the bus was. It was getting dark now, the grey skies becoming a looming darkness with the threat of even more rain. He allowed an unamused groan pass his lips. His aunt was going to start freaking if he didn't turn up soon and she'd send Him out to look from him.

Axel didn't sound too pleased with the subject change. "Want me to demonstrate? I could easily whip your butt, Blondie"

Roxas was too annoyed by the lateness and seeming non-arrival of his bus home to return a smart remark back to the nickname of 'Blondie' and the supposed fact that Axel could best him in a fight, even in his current beat-up state. "Do you know where the bus could be?" he asked, checking his watch.

Axel shrugged. "I heard the bus timetables got changed. Might of missed the last one though,"

"Shit..."

"Language, otherwise you'll get your mouth washed out with soap"

"Shut the fuck up Axel. I can say what I like!" clipped Roxas as he began rummaging through his backpack in search of his cell phone. He'd have to call for a lift home now.

Axel made a long, drawn out sound of 'oooh', just to further annoy the younger male. There was only a year difference between them, and both had grown up in relatively in the same neighbourhood, with Axel always teasing Roxas, and as Roxas grew older, began to no longer take the abuse from the red head and in turn began dishing it back out. With Roxas moving to live with his aunt and cousin two years ago, Axel was now merely a stone's throw away.

And he did.

Frequently.

At Roxas' window.

At all hours.

Normally, Roxas wasn't so late in getting to the bus stop, which meant that he didn't have to deal with the red head's smart remarks. Today however, fate was not being so nice to him.

Another drag, and then final inhale of the white stick and Axel tossed the cigarette to the wet ground while Roxas meddled around on a semi-new cell phone. It was no longer the latest model, but wasn't so far behind the times that it was an ancient artefact. Locating the desired number, the flip-phone was held to his ear and Roxas waited for his aunt to answer, or if anyone else was home.

"Hello?" came the voice, the speaker was just loud enough for Axel to hear at such close range if he listened carefully and blocked out the noise of the rain crashing upon the wet pavemented ground.

Roxas forced a smile onto his face. Best to sound cheery. "Aunt Elra, I think I've missed my bus," he said. "Is it okay if you can come a pick me up? Its raining and getting dark and I know how you don't like me walking home along at this time of night," Perhaps playing on her motherly instincts would score him a definite lift home.

Meanwhile, Axel resisted the urge to laugh as the blond sweet-talked his aunt, and that she was indeed buying his bull.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "Oh, alright Roxas, but you better have a good reason. Cloud and his daughter are over and I was cooking a big dinner for us all and I don't really want to leave it. Maybe I could get him to..."

Roxas' blue eyes widened in shock and he interrupted her mid-sentence. "No, no, don't bother him. I'll find a way home somehow"

Axel was surprised at this, but it was soon apparent why there was a change in tactics.

"I'll come and get you then sweetheart. Your at the bus stop near school, right?"

"Yes Aunt Elra,"

"I'll be there as soon as I can. See you soon"

There was a click, and Roxas closed the phone and slipped it back into his backpack and zipped it up. Once again, Axel was resisting the urge to laugh.

"Sweetie...Heehee..." he chuckled, giving a slight shake of his head that made the now ever-so-slightly dry locks of long red hair sway slightly with the movement. "I'm surprised you didn't called her 'Auntie'."

Roxas sighed and slumped against the the plastic back of the little bus shelter they were both huddled under. "You were loving that weren't you?"

Axel sunk his hands into the front pocket of his black hoodie and grinned. "Just a little,"

Between the both of them, neither could decide if today was a good day or a bad day. Silently, and without the other knowing; they both decided that today was just 'wet'.

- - - - - - - -

Author's Notes: Not much has happened at the moment -shrugs- I think smoking is sexy, but I don't want to ruin my lungs with the fumes. I've tried it before and do not fancy hacking up any lungs.

Sora: I'm a gumdrop? OO;

Riku: I am so not a rainbow...

r3: -gigglegiggle-

Riku: I didn't even get to feature. Do you not like me woman? I wanted to strut my sexy stuff

r3: Yew are luffed -hugs the Riku-

I'm not going to make Riku a prude or a snob, because he's not. Sure, he has a 'high and mighty' complex, but this is his way of showing his affection to dear Sora. He's going to be just an above average student thats a rainbow

Riku: I am NOT A RAINBOW! -fumes-

Well, I hope to see you all in the next instalment of Nobody's Loveletter!