AN: Hello! So I broke my New Year's Resolution D: I don't know what it was about April but I just couldn't get anything written! It was horrible! So this is a make-up fic, so to speak. It will be three chapters if it keeps going how I plan and SHOULD be finished by/before the end of the month (I'll even try to get something else out after this).

Summary: It was one of those days that Roxas wished he stayed in bed. But when a mysterious stranger gives him the gift of 'Happiness' he finds that he'll be wishing for a whole lot more.

Warnings: Yaoi, cursing, possible OOC-ness and lemon in later chapters.

Disclaimer: Not. Mine. Period.

Private Magician

What a shitty day…

Dragging his feet as he made the walk back home Roxas sighed, one hand holding on to the strap of his bag as the other hung at his side. He was having one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. There was a power outage the night before, resetting his alarm clock - they were out of milk for cereal and butter for toast so he went without breakfast that morning - a pen exploded in his bag, getting ink all over its innards (including a paper that was due) and his best friend had told him that he was moving to another city by the end of the month.

A dented can took the bunt of the blonde's frustration as he kicked it hard up the street, the tin's clinking doing little to satisfy Roxas. He had long discarded the tie and jacket to his uniform, shoving them into his locker to keep them from getting inked and was walking in dark blue slacks and a wrinkled white button-up, black shoes scuffed beyond saving. His mum had offered to buy him another pair but Roxas didn't see a point - he would be graduating in a few months, anyway, and the college of his choice didn't require uniforms or formal attire.

Why does everything have to change? Catching up with the dented can Roxas gave it another kick, this one half-hearted and skipping only several feet before rolling to a stop. Hayner's stupid family has to go and leave -now- rather and waiting until the end of the term - even Pence and Olette are moving away for college. And there's me. The can was given a furious kick, hitting the side of a building before ricocheting into the street. Stuck in a rut, as usual. Life should be easy.

Approaching the alley he cut down to head home Roxas was surprised to find it blocked. What the - a merchant? A figure in a hooded cloak sat at the mouth of the alley, a low table set up before it with various items spread out across its top. The blonde slowed as he neared the alley and the figure shifted, turning towards him. "Greetings." The voice was deep, too deep to be a woman's though the hood of the cloak was too dark to see the face of the speaker. "Can I interest you in anything today?"

"Uh - no thanks," the teen said even as he slowed to a stop in front of the table. It was the oddity of the items that drew him, despite the eerie feeling he got from the figure. There was a hair clip that seemed to be made of the jaws of an animal, pencils in the shape of fingers with toe-erasers as well as a perfume bottle in the shape of a human heart. They all made him feel a bit... queasy.

The vender, seeming to take the boy's pause as curiosity, lifted one of the items - a realistic-looking fly about the size of a soda can. "How about this radio? The wings act like a antenna-" Flipping the device upside-down a switch was clicked on before it was flipped back over, wings adjusted until the local radio station came on - apparently out of speakers in its eyes. "-and work better than the traditional ones."

Making a face Roxas shook his head. "I don't really need any of this stuff, thanks." He began to move away again, mentally shaking his head. What a weirdo.

"Something to spice up your life, as well as promote good luck and fortune?"

The called question caused the boy to pause, stopping mid-step. Wasn't he just having the worst of days? -Just- telling himself how stuck in a rut he was?

Turning to look over his shoulder at the cloaked figure the blonde arched a brow. "Isn't that stuff just bogus?" Roxas didn't really believe in good luck charms and things like that but with the day he'd been having a little bit of hope, however lame, was welcome.

The figure straightened in his seat and Roxas felt himself stiffen as a gloved hand reached into the folds of the cloak, teen looking around. There weren't as many people as usual about but there were some; just a couple walking towards him talking amongst themselves and a little old man slowly coming up the street in the direction he had come. If anything odd were to happen there would be witnesses, at the lea-

"Here."

"Shit!" Jumping a good foot into the air Roxas whipped around, eyes wide. The hooded figure had found a way to sneak up behind the teen - something Roxas thought was impossible, seeing as the table was pressed against the mouth of the alley and it didn't seem as if the other had gone over or under it to get around it - and was holding what appeared to be a jewellery box. Roxas scowled, heart pounding. "Give me a heart-attack, why don't you?"

"My apologies, young sir." Roxas thought that he sounded very unapologetic but had no time to comment on it. "I believe that this would serve you well. It's called 'Happiness'."

Eyeing the box Roxas looked from the vender back to it, frowning. Is he yanking me? "And how much is 'happiness' going to cost me?" he asked, not hiding his scepticism or taking the box.

"Nothing."

Roxas blinked. "Nothing?" He didn't pull away when gloved fingers found his own, placing the box gently between them before curling them over it.

"Nothing. Why should one have to pay for their happiness?" Releasing the boy the taller figure backed away, bowing slightly. "When you're alone and feeling as if nothing is going your way, open the top. Happiness will be just around the corner."

Roxas looked down at the box in his grip - small, square and a burning red color. He's probably just having me throw out his trash. I guess it's the thought that counts? "Well, uh, thanks-" Looking up the blond blinked, finding that the vender and his wares were no where to be seen.

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After homework and dinner Roxas threw himself onto his bed, book bag abandoned on the floor and shoes tossed carelessly across the room. He was still in his uniform, the first few buttons of the blouse undone though the belt, slacks and socks remained untouched. The box in his pocket added a slight pressure against his hip and eventually curiosity won out, the blond pushing himself up onto his elbows and reaching down to pull out the small gift.

It feels light - what's inside? Shaking it earlier had lead to no clues as it had made no rattling noises. He almost threw it away but something kept him from going through with it - possibly the unexplainable warmth that seeped through his fingertips whenever they brushed against it.

"It's probably nothing," Roxas grumbled, rolling the simple-looking cardboard around in his grip. With a shrug the blond hooked a thumb underneath the edge of the container's top, flipping it open.

He wasn't sure what he expected - a 'joke's on you!' note inside or a piece of cotton or nothing at all. What Roxas didn't expect was the bright flash of light that caused him to yelp and shut his eyes, an arm going up protectively over his face. A moment later, when the light died down and the spots faded from the blonde's vision, he lowered his arm, blinking. "What the hel-"

"Why hello there."

Deep green eyes. That was what first registered in Roxas' suddenly frozen mind. Dark tattoos and blazing red hair soon followed along with a cocky grin no more than three inches from his own shell-shocked expression. The blond stared, every part of him frozen.

Then jerked upright, reality hitting him like a brick.

"WHAT THE FU-"

The stranger lunged forward, bringing a gloved hand over the teen's mouth as the other arm wrapped around his torso, drawing the kicking blond quickly towards him. "Shhh! Calm down, would you? It's just me!"

Who the hell is m-wait a minute! I've heard that voice before- Squirming until he managed to get an hand up to move the one covering his mouth Roxas looked back, glaring. "You're the vender!" A cheeky grin was his response, followed by a flick to the nose.

"Seems like this blonde has brains." The hand was quickly slapped back over his mouth as Roxas took a deep breath, preferably to yell for his mother. "Alright, alright, calm down! Since you're being such a girl, I'll make this quic-OW!"

Jerking his head as the bitten hand was pulled away Roxas started to take another breath but found the air knocked out of him, blonde knocked none-too gently onto his back and a hand placed flat against his chest. "I'm the spirit of that box," the red-haired vender got out quickly, shaking his wounded hand slightly. "Axel. Commit it to memory. You let me out when you opened the top. I gain energy by granting the wishes of my master - but you see, I'm picky about who I serve." Green eyes sparkled with triumph and something darker as he leaned forward, purring out the last words. "You are my master now."

Roxas, forced to listen, simply stared up at the other, face blank. "You're…a spirit," he got out slowly, not liking how the distance between them was shrinking. "And - I'm you're master?"

There was a positive hum at that, the hand pressed against the blonde's chest moving across it in lazy circles. "That's right. Your wish is my command."

Forcing his gaze away from the burning green of the other's Roxas licked his lips, breath hitching when gloved fingers found his nipples through his dress shirt. "A-and you'll do anything I say?"

"Anything." The murmured word was breathed near the teen's ear and he shivered, biting his lower lip when warm breath traced the skin of his neck. The hand at his chest had begun to undo the rest of buttons of his shirt, leather grazing heated skin.

"O-okay-" As teeth grazed his earlobe Roxas squeezed his eyes shut, fingers curling into fists above his head. Taking a shaky breath he licked his lips once again before giving his first order.

"Get back in the box."

The red-head froze, fingers poised over the boy's nipples and lips a hair's breath away from the curve of his neck. Then he groaned in annoyance, jerking away. "Back in the box, he says," Axel grumbled, shoving a hand through his hair. "Damn kids - give them a little bit of power and they leave you hanging."

"What was that?" With the space between them Roxas found that he could breathe again, a smirk slowly twitching to his lips. "Did I hear a 'yes, master, your wish is my command'?"

"Yes, master," Axel hissed, scowling down at the other. It wasn't long before the scowl was replaced with a smirk of his own, however, the lanky-male's form beginning to glow. "Just know that I'll have you begging for it soon!"

There was a blinding flash like an explosive fire and when Roxas was able to see again, the red-head was gone, box sitting innocently closed on his bed.

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Ramblings: Sooooo - Questions? Comments? Thoughts? I only just skimmed this before posting it up so any pointed-out mistakes would be greatly appreciated! Reviews feed the souuuul