A/N : So here begins my attempts at completing the 100 Theme Challenge. I don't really have much to say other than happy Akuroku day!

Warnings: This chapter doesn't have any real warnings for it other than not so subtle hints at Akuroku, shortness, possible language and butterflies from hell.

Disclaimer: If I owned it, would I be here writing fan fiction?

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.:First Impressions:.

It all started with a butterfly on a mission and a profound lack of peripheral vision.

I was running down the sidewalk, paying no attention to anything but the killer butterfly behind me. I swear that thing was trying to murder me. Could be my fear of anything that flies, crawls, buzzes or looks remotely bug like talking but we won't get into that.

I had just turned the corner of 8th and 13th as fast as my short legs would let me, all the while watching the butterfly following behind. Since when do they dothat?

The damn thing was catching up to me too.

I failed to notice the young man walking in the opposite direction down the same sidewalk. That is until I ran right into him.

"Oh man! I am so sorry!" I apologize as I scramble off of him, quickly offering a hand to help him up.

He takes it gratefully and hoists himself up, in the process towering over me by at least nine or ten inches. "It's okay kid. What'cha running from anyways?" He asks looking around while brushing the dust off of his dark wash skinny jeans.

The question reminds me quickly of what I was fleeing from, inadvertently making me not snap at him for calling me a kid - I am 22 I'll have you know. I turn around slowly to see that the cursed winged monstrosity has in fact caught up with me considerably.

Terrified beyond justifiable terms, I quickly scurry behind the giant bean poll of a man I had run into and latch onto his shirt, releasing a very uncharacteristic whimper. "M-make it go away!"

He turns around to face me, acidic green eyes looking at me like I'm deranged. "Um, kid? Make what go away?" His thin eyebrows raise high on his forehead and if I wasn't so terrified I'd probably wonder how he gets them to look like that or for that matter how much it hurt to get those tear drops tattooed. On his face.

I peek around him and am about to point when I realize the damn butterfly is nowhere to be seen. Relaxing ever so slightly, I remove my hands from his shirt and prepare to tell him to forget I said anything. However, when I look up I come face to bug eyed face with my worst nightmare.

There, in his red hair that could put any flaming porcupine to shame, is my winged pursuer. I yelp stumbling back and falling right on my ass. Smooth, Roxas, real smooth.

The redhead looks at me with even more confusion as I point at him, wide eyed. "T-the… it's… it's in your hair!"

His hand moves up to ruffle through his nicely tamed spikes. "What the hell are you…?" He stops when the blue butterfly from the deepest depths of hell flutters away from his hand. "A butterfly?" He asks tone incredulous, even though an amused smirk is plastered across his face. "Really now?"

He lifts a finger up and I watch unable to look away as the butterfly lands on his long digit. He brings his hand closer to his face to examine the little bugger for a few moments before shaking it off gently, shooing it away.

All I can do is stare. First impressions can last a life time and well, my first impression of him. Insane. Insane and hot. Found out later, the feeling was mutual.

A hand is offered to me and I take it shakily making sure the butterfly isn't gonna come back and ambush me or something. I smile awkwardly up at him. "Um, thanks…?"

"Axel. Axel Faringway. Got it memorized?" He smirks and it makes me wonder what I should be more afraid of, him or the bug.

… Nope, definitely the bug.

"R-Roxas Channing."

"Well, Roxas what do you say to getting a drink with me? You are legal aren't you?" Insane, cocky and hot. Hate to say it but just my type.

"22. And yeah, I could use a drink right about now. No bugs?" He smiles down at me and it looks almost genuine, bordering on caring or maybe something deeper than that.

"No bugs."