A/N: I have always wanted to write a horror. =3

Hmm, ok, here's a warning: this story contains yaoi/shonen-ai/BL/whatever floats your boat. More specifically, Akuroku, and probably some other random pairings as well...

The Sora/Roxas scene is for my friend; I will never understand why he likes that couple, but to each his own.

~KeedaxEmry

How do I always end up here? In this exact spot, under that giant willow tree with twisted branches like the fingers of an old man. The sun is setting, and I'd see an orange sky framed by pink clouds if I bothered to look up from the shadows blanketing the ground. The air is finally starting to turn bitter—a sure sign that summer is coming to an end.

"Roxas?"

I can't help but look up at her; her face is pained...she obviously knows what is coming...

The guilt almost makes me back down. She has this innocent aura around her, and the necklace I gave her catches a ray of light, blinking at me as if it was already blaming me for the tears that were to come.

Quit stalling. Just do it.

"Xion, I'm sorry, but..." I began, my gaze already cast back towards my shoes.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

I flinched involuntarily. "I just can't do this anymore."

"What does that mean?"

"I really don't know," I said honestly.

I escaped before it could hit her.

I don't remember how I got home, but I must've walked because my feet were aching when I collapsed onto my bed.

My thoughts drifted until I was called for dinner. My relationships never seem to work out, no matter who I was with...something always felt wrong. Any physical affection made me feel nervous and awkward, any deep conversations gave me the urge to disappear. But this is what I'd always wanted! I had a pretty silly dream, especially considering I'm a guy, but...my parents would always tell me how they met, and I wanted it for myself. The idle glances, the late night talks, the moments you'd never forget...

I gave up on that a long time ago.

The crisp noise of fluttering paper brought me back to the present. When I had found yet another love note in my locker, everything came rushing back to me. But now I knew why that long string of girls never worked out.

"Because I'm gay," I sighed quietly, closing my locker with a clank.

Of course—of course—at that moment, the guy who made me realize that appeared out of nowhere. He grinned at me, his hands jammed into his pockets as if he was the coolest high schooler out there.

"Hey Rox," he said, his eyes making a note of my red cheeks.

Damn it.

"Hey Hayner," I replied dully, preparing to make my escape.

God, I thought, every time I see that smug look on his face—

"What's this?" He yanked the note out of my hands.

"H-hey!" I yelped, trying to grab it back, which proved unsuccessful since he has at least a few inches on me.

"Ooh, this is good," he teased. He made a big gesture of unfolding it and holding it up high in the air as he read. "You'll never guess who this is! I couldn't help but write this, because I've been admiring you from a distance for weeks now. I love your messy hair, and the way you always get annoyed when someone talks to you!" Hayner laughed. "Is this some kind of joke?"

I had to fight myself to keep standing there, bile rising in my throat and blood pounding in my ears.

"I really, really want to talk to you! Oh, she drew a bunch of lopsided hearts next to that...please, please, please, PLEASE meet me—"

I couldn't take anymore. I turned on heel and half-ran-half-walked out to my car, with Hayner yelling after me.

I locked the doors, sitting in the driver's seat for a moment.

That's the third note this week. Why can't they all just leave me alone?

I banged my fist on the steering wheel, making a girl who was headed past jump and glare at me. Whoops….

Shoving my keys in the ignition, I sped away. It's probably because I take college courses. My school pays for me to take classes from the university located here, because of how "gifted" I am. I could care less, it just gives girls another reason to chase after me. Although, my thoughts paused for a second as I eased on the gas and stopped at a red stoplight. I've been exceedingly unpopular ever since I stopped dating; all the superficial kids in my grade (about 97% of them) are all about dating and gossip. They got the impression that I thought that I was better than them. "Did you hear? He rejected Kairi. Kairi! Who does he think he is?", and so on.

I wiggled in my seat unhappily. I don't think that, I just don't want a girlfriend is all.

I reached towards the dashboard, jabbing the play button. Rush began to play, and usually that would be enough for that helpful ability to ignore my problems to return, but the world just loves to contradict me. I intended to grab a chip from the open bag next to me when I brushed across a piece of paper: another bloody love note.

My content at leaving school, at listening to some old school rock, abruptly vanished, turning instead to a scowl and some angry, reckless driving. Why had the swooning suddenly start up again? They were all happy ignoring me until now!

XxXxX

The next day, I woke up to a few loud beeps, and a low hum. Groaning, I reached for my phone. Olette...?

Hey Roxas. Want to go to that café after school?

I smiled at her text; she was one of my only good friends.

Sure. I had another dream about him.

Yes, she is the only person who knows that I'm gay.

I turned over, stretching, and bowing out of bed. I began to get ready for the day, dragging my feet around the room and yawning.

Nameless guy? :)

Yes, we had given the guy of my unrequited affections a name.

Ya, who else? :)

She replied immediately: I'll see you later, then? And you will have to tell me all about your dream~

I closed my phone, and my day was surprisingly pleasant until my English Comp class. Well, it wasn't exactly unpleasant, I really didn't know what to make of it, I mean it was...um, weird and entirely out of the blue.

"You're name's Roxas, right?"

This boy just approached me in the hall afterwards. He had crazy, spiky hair and this fox-like smile on his face that made my heart stop.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered. God, I was getting embarrassed for nothing, right in the middle of the hall. People pushed past us, and I scooted closer to the wall, tucking my textbook closer to my chest and bowing my head to hopefully hide my unease. Nobody ever talks to me here. Ever.

He cocked his head, amused, following me. He stood awfully close to me, but I couldn't move away any further or my back would be pressed against the wall.

"I'm Sora," he introduced, offering his hand.

I shook it, letting go quickly. "Er, how do you know my name?"

"Do you want me to answer honestly or just tell a...little white lie?" He paused before saying that last bit, giving me an oddly hungry look that I didn't like at all. Who is this kid? He looks like he's my age, but I thought I was the only high schooler taking these courses.

"Um, um," I fidgeted, realizing that I had let the silence stretch out for too long. "Whichever," I said weakly. He wouldn't stop staring at me! His eyes never wavered from mine, and it made me more nervous than the way he was smirking, all pleased with himself for embarrassing me. That made anger bubble up inside of me, which didn't last long at all, because he grabbed my chin.

"W-what the—" I jerked back, hitting the wall painfully and giving him the chance to pounce.

He tilted my head up in a heartbeat, pressing his lips against mine.

Oh...my...god...

Oh my god!

A second passed as I stood there, frozen. My heart seemed to have stopped, and I didn't seem to be breathing, but I couldn't even think about those trivial things. This guy, Sora, is kissing me! In the hallway!

I should've struggled. Should've, although I didn't. Why? What the hell was wrong with me, just standing there, my eyes wide with surprise? Well, to be honest, I have always wondered, you know. About kissing a guy. Hayner and I had messed around some, but never actually kissed, and I couldn't help but be a little curious. It was a lot like kissing a girl, actually, though his lips aren't slimy with chap stick. It was kind of wet, however. Are his lips parted? Is he going to…like, french kiss me too?

What's my problem? Make him stop!

I had started out ogling at him, his face right in mine. I couldn't see much, other than his own eyes, which were closed and peaceful looking. Somehow, I had ended up closing my eyes as well, as if I was enjoying it...

I am not enjoying it! I clenched my fists, just as he began to stir. He leaned back an inch, and I gasped at him. I was half gasping because I was surprised, but I really needed some air as well. He gave me an amused look—what a jerk! He's standing there smirking because he's made me seem like a freaking desperate—

He leaned down, his lips parted.

"Did you enjoy that?" he purred.

I tried to tell him that no, I did NOT enjoy that in the slightest, you—

Alas, I didn't get the chance, because he was back to work.

This time, he licked my lips, watching me carefully as if waiting to get a reaction.

Oh, boy, did he get what he wanted.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, PERVERT! YOU FU—"

"Whoa." Sora backed away from me. "I'm sorry."

I panted, shaking. "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

Without a word, he vanished, and I swear to God he looked smug.

That wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was that when I looked up, Nameless Guy was staring at me, his eyebrows raised in shock.

I was about to run—I need to get far, far, far away from here—when I heard: "Wait."

Was that...Nameless Guy?

I hardly dared to turn around, but there was no doubt about it.

Nameless Guy was talking to me.