A/N: Hiya! Okay, so this is my first FF in a really long time. And as of yet, I only have a very basic plot worked out. I am working on fixing that up though! Anyway, as it has been awhile since I've written anything FF related, please bear with me if its a bit off or weird or whatever...I'm working on that too!

Warnings: As the summary box is too small, I'll put them here :) Language is a biggie, mention/use of drugs/alcohol/etc, crude humor possibly (if I can get over how bad I think mine is when I write it), suggestive material at times (same as the crude humor), abuse on a high level, and...I can't think of anything else for now :) (No lemons, sorry. I'm not good at writing them and I'd prefer not to cheapen the story by attempting to write something I know I can't just for a smex fix) Oh, serious OOCness at times since I like to have a bit of fun with the characters and the obvious BoyxBoy relationships. If you no likey, not my problem, please don't read just to flame it. That should about cover it...

Pairings: (Again, summary box too small to fit anything besides the AkuRoku) Mentioned SoRiku, Zemyx, Cleno (might be a side thing in the story or be already developed. Haven't decided.), Roxas/Xemnas (don't kill me), and I think that's about it...

Axel's POV

"…Honestly, I'd have to say I'm thoroughly disgusted." And with that he slammed the door in my face. Those were the first words spoken to me by my next door neighbor a week after I'd moved in to the apartment next to him.

Well then.

And what was the little blonde kid disgusted with? I was going with the thought of him just being a man-bitch. It couldn't be that I was covered in honey, cereal and syrup right?

Long story short; never let Demyx make breakfast. Ever.

Demyx was also hogging the shower. It's not too weird to go try to get permission to use your neighbors shower right? Especially if you happened to be so obviously, fully covered in crap, right? (A/N: I've had someone come to my door asking this so it is very possible. It was a very odd experience.)

"Rejected?" piped a voice behind me. I shot a glare over my shoulder at the perpetrator of my current predicament, who was standing there shirtless, shameless, still drying his hair.

"Shut. Up. Demyx." I gritted out, stalking past him and back into the apartment.

"That's a good look for you Axel." Remarked the untouched silverette on our couch. Riku'd woken up when Demyx had shrieked something about "killer pancakes and homicidal cereal." Therefore, he'd escaped the disaster. Oh how I hated that smug bastard.

"Riku, you shut up too." I muttered, slipping into the bathroom to get rid of the shit covering me, idly noticing that my bright red roots were starting to show through. Huh. I'd have to get that fixed. I rather liked my black hair, thank you.

Then I took in the rest of me.

…No wonder the kid next door said no. I looked like shit. Definitely time for a shower

X-x-X-x-X

"Oi, Firecrotch! You comin' with us tonight?" Riku asked through the door.

"Don't call me that! And like hell I'm coming!"

"Aw, but Axie…!" Demyx whined. I groaned.

"No. I have no interest in watching either of you grope your boyfriends only to be ditched again while you two go get laid!" Tuning them out, I turned my attention back to my book.

Let me set one thing straight. I hate reading. I hate books. So why am I spending a Saturday night reading while my roommates planned to go get wasted and laid?

School.

Riku had graduated last spring. Demyx's work load was so light as to be nonexistent.

Needless to say, I hated them both.

I heard the door shut behind them about five minutes later. If I was lucky, they'd be gone until noon tomorrow.

I sighed, picking up the discarded lighter on my bed, flicking it on and off absently, lightly kicking one of the many boxes still scattered on the floor around my room, while attempting to focus on the book in my other hand again.

X-x-X-x-X

Half an hour later, giving up on the book, I was in the kitchen to see if I could get it in some kind of working order again. Dem and Riku, lazy asses that they were, hadn't bothered cleaning it yet. Why did I live with them again?

I sighed and started scrubbing at the…slime on the counter. I knew there'd been syrup and honey, but I was pretty sure coffee hadn't been part of the mix. At least I hoped that was coffee…

…Ew.

X-x-X-x-X

The knock at the door about an hour later found me with my hair back in a ponytail, sweat beading my hair line, wearing one of Demyx's "kiss the cook" aprons, and yellow rubber gloves covering my arms, most of which were covered in the sharp smell of cleaning fluid and muck.

Just the look you want when someone knocks on your door.

I sighed but dropped the brush I'd been using on the floor, pulled off my gloves and went to answer the door.

Bright blue eyes eyed me up and down under a mop of unruly, familiar blonde hair. Well. Manbitch was back. Except this time I could get a better look at him. Pale skinned, skinny without being scrawny…as far as I could tell under the baggy turtleneck and sweats anyway. Just…your typical guy.

Who was watching me right back. While I smelled like a cleaning lady's best friend and was covered in gunk.

Great. How many bad impressions can you make in one day?

"Um…can I help you?" I asked lamely. He held up a plastic bag. I just blinked at it.

"…since you've been cursing the gods of cleaning for the past half hour, I thought this would help."

…Oh.

"…Oh…um…thanks?" He shrugged. Insert awkward pause here… "Oh, name's Axel. Guess I'm your new neighbor." I added, shifting the bag now in my hands to one side and holding out the other. And yes, I am well aware of how lame that was. It was eleven o'clock at night, and I'd just spent the last hour getting high on cleaning chemicals. Give me a break. He stared at it for a moment before lifting up a book I just now noticed and burying his nose in it, heading back to his apartment.

It was only after I'd closed the door, mysterious bag in my hands, that I realized the book had been upside down.

Pushing that odd thought away, I glanced at the bag. A spray bottle was all that was in it and by the smell of it (though how I could smell anything by now was beyond me), it had ammonia at least in it. I sighed. I wasn't getting anywhere quick with the cleaning stuff we had in the apartment. Might as well at least try right?

X-x-X-x-X

Well, the stuff worked. Stank like hell, but worked. I had the kitchen cleaned up in another half hour. If Dem and Riku wanted to complain about the fact that it now smelled like a hospital and probably would until next month, screw 'em. I did my part. Actually more than my part if you consider the fact that it was Demyx's fault in the first place.

Eh, whatever. Movie time. And what did a loser like me watch when I was home alone while my best friends were getting drunk and lucky?

The Terminator. Definitely. I wasn't allowed to when Demyx was in the apartment. A rule of Zexion's, his boyfriend and my friend since sixth grade. Something about Demyx taking it too seriously, mainly when he was drunk, freaking out, and refusing to leave the apartment for a week for fear of everyone he meets being a cyborg/robot/thing.

As it has happened before, I was willing to restrict when I watched it and other movies like it.

X-x-X-x-X

"…uck do you want me to do? I already went out twice this week! I still have a headache from the last time!" …Huh? I blinked, rubbing at my eyes, right as someone on the screen got shot. Oh…must've fallen asleep. What time was it anyway?

Mickey says one in the morning.

"Does it look like I give a shit brat? You're goin' tomorrow night."

"Its morning dipshit, that means tonight." Wait…what? I glanced around, wondering where the yelling was coming from. A few minutes later, the only place I decided from my vantage point sprawled on the couch was they were coming from behind the wall behind the couch. The sudden thump of something hitting it right as I pressed my ear there helped a bit.

The rest of that conversation was too low for me to hear much more than muffled sounds.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Great. Manbitch (seems kinda mean now considering what he gave me helped but hey…he did slam a door in my face…and ignore me.) next door is involved in shit. I idly remembered Riku complaining about someone yelling next door the night we moved in. So this might very well be a normal thing.

…Joy.

The door slammed loud enough for me to hear it at the back of the apartment, the place next door going silent. I sighed softly, flipping off the TV.

As I heard footsteps retreating from the wall a few seconds later, I assumed Manbitch wasn't dead, and therefore, none of my concern.

Riku and Demyx wouldn't be home till later tomorrow…today…whatever. They wouldn't be back till later. Perfect time to start unpacking the rest of the boxes in my room. I shuffled down that way, narrowly missing the wall on the way there. So I'm still a little out of it from the cleaning chemicals and nap…

X-x-X-x-X

Normal POV

Roxas sighed softly, slumping onto the couch. He couldn't believe Xemnas sometimes. Well…that was a lie. He could. He just didn't want to.

Just like he didn't want to go out later today. But he didn't really have a choice did he? And his new neighbor probably heard most of their…conversation, if not all of it. Great. He muttered under his breath and curled up on the couch, leaving half of it empty and wincing as the remote dug into his hip. Roxas didn't bother shifting to a more comfortable position. TV didn't sound good. Neither did music. And neither did sleep.

Just another day.

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! The characters are Square Enix property. Kingdom Hearts is Square Enix property. And I die a little inside each time I have to say that. The title of this story, Nobody Knows, is a P!nk song that I thought fit rather well to the basic plan I have for the story and as I wasn't feeling very creative in the name department, that's what it ended up being. The title for this chapter, Hello, is a ShinEE song (amazing band) and just happened to be what I was listening to when I wrapped up this chapter.

A/N: I apologize for any spelling mistakes, grammer mistakes, and general crappiness of this chapter. And for it being so short.

I am hoping to ask someone to beta for me soon :) but as I suck at getting up the nerve to ask people for things, especially people I don't know (though I know there are some amazing Beta's out there whom I would be honoured to have read over my work), don't expect one anytime soon.

Again, I apologize for any crappiness, as I'm sure there is a lot.

Flames are appreciated if only to give me something to laugh at. Reviews make me happy though :D