DISCLAIMER: See, see? Disclaimer! I own nothings but the laptop this was written on! Take that! Me no own, you no sue, right? Not even the Panic at the Disco ringtone.

Fallen: Well, this is my FIRST yaoi fan fiction and my first fanfic posted on here…be gentle but still critical.

Pooka: Aw, shut it. Type the friggin story.

Fallen: This is my muse, Pooks! Er…I mean Pooka! Sorry, P…

Pooka:…:Rude hand gesture:

Fallen. :sweat drops: Er…I love you too, Pooks! XD Oh, yeah. ROXAS IS A PROUD LITTLE GAY BOY:squeals: 'Cause I need him to be like that.

WARNINGS: YAOI! That's boy x boy action, folks! Definite OOC-ness… And, language will get pretty foul. I mean, foul by the third-fifth chapter. And truthfully, I place A/Ns in there randomly with my stupid-ass comments…

PAIRINGS: Well, eventual AkuRoku. 'Till then it's Roxas x Leon…'cause I want to, that's how I need it for everything to work out. And the SoRiku and Zemyx is constant through the story. They began going out before the story began. In my head.

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Chapter One

He dropped his black suitcase on the recently made bed, white and black checkered comforter instantly wrinkling from its formerly smooth position. His pale fingers ran through messy blonde hair, nowhere near as spiky as with his gel. Sapphire eyes scanned his new room at the boarding school. Furnished already with a queen bed, a twin bed, two dressers, two desks, and a large window with a window seat, how had his mother scraped up the money for this 'prestigious' boarding school? And so soon after gaining custody of him in a long, drawn-out court battle.

Another bed was set against the opposite wall, twin sized unlike his queen sized. Well, his roommate had claimed it before this boy arrived. A haggard-looking black suitcase and it's contents were strewn across a deep red comforter. His roommate arrived only earlier today, apparently.

Oh, well imagine,

As I'm pacing the pews of a church corridor,

And I can't help but to he-

"Y'ello, Sora!" Panic at the Disco was interrupted by the blonde's voice.

"ROXAS!" He held the phone away from his ear for a second. "Auntie really sent you here? Great! Is Nami here? Kairi is! Didja meet your roomie? Is he hot? Riku's…still a sex beast. /Stop nibbling my ear I'm...Riku! Stop!/" Roxas mentally cringed. Riku was such a sex addict…at least Sora had morals. "Anyway, need help settling in? /Riku! Please st-/" A giggle, a familiar Sora giggle, sounded on the line, followed by a smack. "/You deserved it! I'm talking to Rox!/ What's your room number?"

The blonde tugged at a strand of hair absently. "Room…" he glanced at the number on the open door. "813. Third floor. And of course Namine is here. She's always gone here." (A/N: 813...both numbers…I had to do it. XD)

"GREAT!" The teen switched ears and rubbed his now-sore ear angrily. "At least your mom kept custody of her and got you. Twin power, right? Like me and Kairi. Ooh! I gotta talk to her! You don't mind, do you, Roxy?" Click. He pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it a moment before snapping it shut. Whatever. He turned to his bed and unzipped the suddenly now bothersome suitcase, picking up a shirt and tossing it in a dresser drawer.

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His last pair of jeans landed in the drawer just as a red-head entered the room. Shit, he was tall. He glanced at the blonde and began to clean off his bed, messily throwing things into drawers, not folding them or bothering to place them in certain drawers. What a free-for-all…Roxas thought briefly. Then the red head looked up.

Those eyes…

Such dazzling eyes…

An almost, not quite, inhuman green color, such penetrating, accusing, accepting eyes, with such beauty. He only started to look at the facial tattoos when the red-head cleared his throat. Roxas snapped out of his trance.

"What are you staring at?"

A sly grin crossed the blonde's features before he donned an overall amused expression. "Hey roomie." He purred. "Name's Roxas Strife. Now I'd like to tell you one thing-" his voice switched to a confident, sure tone. "-so listen up. I'm fucking gay. Don't give me trouble, I'll kick your ass."

While he talked he scanned the red head's…features…He was tall, and thin with such a femininity that he only seemed more masculine. What the hell…His red hair, if not spiked, may have reached almost halfway down his back, but it was spiked, and the spikes trembled as if the gel couldn't hold it that well, however much hair gel there was.

He wore a plain black tee that accented his pale demeanor and jeans that hung on his hips, framing his legs and…oh God, a wonderful ass in a /very/ flattering way. His shoes-red high top converse with flames drawn on with black and silver sharpies.

"-Ot gay, so don't flirt with me. Otherwise, fine. You should meet my gang." A pause. "Name's Axel Hitoshi, got it memorized?"

Now the red head was fully facing him, his bottom lip was pierced on the left side…the blonde sat on his bed and leaned forward, elbows on knees, trying to cover his lower body but also trying to look tired and bored.

"Axel?" He rolled the named off his tongue…he liked it. "Like the c-"

"Like the damn car part, but I'm fucking cool."

"Consider it memorized." Roxas couldn't get enough of that voice. It was like, like, oh shit what was it like? He needed to hear more of it. "Hey, uh…" Shit, shit! Hey what? "could you-" take off your shirt 'cause your hotter than hell in the summer? "Could you show me around the school?" Good Roxas, good! No flirting. You have Leon, dammit, Leon! You are not a whore. He told himself silently. You have boyfriend. You happy, dipshit. You happy.

Great. His thoughts spoke caveman.

"No."

The blue-eyed boy's hopes sunk, sunk to his stomach where they mellowed and made him feel sick. Damn. "Why?"

"I heard you talking to Sora, get him to show you around. I'm busy." At this moment Roxas got a good look at the facial tattoos he failed to study earlier. Two upside-down black triangles, one under each eye, on his cheeks. Under each, astonishing eye…

"Damn." Roxas blurted. Ooh, shit. He was fucked now. The red head jerked, spikes waving menacingly with the head movement. "I mean, Sora's my cousin and all…he's annoying and immature." Good recovery! He told himself, doing a mental victory dance.

Apparently Axel though so to. He smirked, head tilted to the side. Roxas coughed and inched his body forward a bit more, just to make sure he covered up…his problem.

"I know when I'm being hit on, Roxy baby. De-" he stopped. "Just-just go find Sora." Axel folded a pair of boxers and then tossed them haphazardly into a drawer. Black…was that satin? Dear God…Fuck! No, Roxas! Bad, baaad, Roxas! No more of those thoughts!

-----IAMALINE-----

"So here's the cafeteria." Sora said half an hour later, wearing a collage of clothes and having three bottles of hair gel in his hair. "Breakfast is seven to nine, lunch noon 'til two, 'cause of the classes. Dinner's-"

"Seven until nine! But the lunch ladies let you in to snack secretly!" A bubbly voice interrupted. The blonde turned from his cousin to glance behind him. An eyebrow twitched upon seeing the sight.

There was another blonde, hair spiked almost like a mohawk, but a mullet kept it from being so. He wore a black wife beater and an unbuttoned dark green vest, which may once have been a jacket upon seeing frayed edges. His jeans were slightly baggy and filled with multiple fraying holes in the fading material. New-looking black converse adorned his feet. His left wrist sported a studded bracelet and a black wristband.

He clung onto the arm of another boy, clearly unfazed that a bubbly, hyper-active boy hung on him for dear life. Purple-silver hair swept across his face, obscuring half of it. The epitome of emo hairstyles. He wore a tight, long sleeved black shirt with some odd white design surrounding the blue lettering, the name of some random band. His black jeans were skin tight, a white studded belt slug on for decoration purposes only, and his black converse were worn out and had many sayings written across them in silver sharpie. He, too, wore a black wristband and studded bracelet on his left wrist, over the shirt Roxas noted. To complete the look 'emo boy' wore a black choker on his neck and his right eyebrow was pierced.

Sora shifted beside him, Roxas glanced to the blue-eyed brunette.

"This, erm…this is Demyx and…er…" Sora shifted his gaze around, obviously not friends of these two.

"Name's Demyx. This is my boyfriend, Zexy! Isn't that right, Zexy-poo?" Roxas grinned a bit.

"Roxas Strife. Gay as well." He did an over exaggerated bow, sweeping an arm out to his side, keeping his head up to catch the amused look on the face of Demyx. Zexy remained unfazed, well, maybe a bit annoyed…

"Zexion." Roxas raised a brow at the emo. "Name's Zexion. Not Zexy." He glanced to his boyfriend, who clutched his arm, blissfully unaware of the death glare. "And not Zexy-poo." Although the voice was quiet, it held a certain malice under layers of boredom, slight curiosity and definite boredom. Roxas mentally told himself to not make this boy mad.

OMGITSALINE!

Axel sat on the bed with a heavy "whumph" from the mattress. His head fell into his long-fingered hands. He glanced to his black razor phone which was thrown to his right. Should he call her? No. He couldn't…not after this.

God Damn! His head screamed. Why did he have to be stuck with a gay roommate? He wasn't homophobic…not at all…but why now? He thought the memories were behind him…he thought, he thought…

Shit.

ENDOFCHAPTER

Fallen: OMG YAY!(0wo) I've been so hyper all day. I know it's a short chapter, I'm sorry! But, seriously…Axel…well you'll find out about him later. Pinky promise.

Pooka: Pinky…Promise? Dude, that's so ten year ago in your age, hon.

Fallen: And a full nine years before you came along. You shouldn't know that…

Pooka: SORIKU:squeals: AND ZEMYX:squeeees:

Fallen:…:sweat drops: Oh, Dear God, My muse is a monster.

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