Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Kingdom Hearts and its characters, or Star Ocean 3 and its characters. I wish I did, but I don't.
Main Pairing: AxelxRoxas
Green eyes just couldn't help but flick over to the cute blond sitting rows in front of him; every day he'd go into class, but every day it was like paying for a really expensive stripper... who never took off his clothes... and Axel had to watch closely if he wanted to catch the wiggle of the blonde's hips whenever he moved, or bent over...
A sharp finger suddenly dug into Axel's shoulder and he winced before smacking the hand away, "Fuck off Albel." he grumbled as he watched the object of his affections gathering up the notes he'd been furiously scribbling all class.
Albel, Axel's best friend of four years, scowled at him with narrowed, crimson eyes; he leaned forward and hissed threateningly. The blond tips of his bi-colored hair brushed Axel's face, and he shivered, but glared right back, "Maggot." he growled in his unique way of insulting, "Is this how you repay someone who just wanted to inform you of class' end?" Albel snorted and rose out of his seat along with several other university students.
Albel had a sort of... 'Dark grace' about him; one that the other students were all too aware of. The second he stepped out onto the steps that led down, and out of the room, several other students moved out of there way for fear of their lives.
It wasn't that Albel had ever done anything to anyone; it was just that look. The one that his eyes took on if you even happened to catch them... only a crazy person would dare to be friends with him; and that was Axel all over.
With Albel gone, Axel rose out of his seat with a groan; he'd been so caught up in watching Roxas that he hadn't even paid the Professor any mind, "Albel! Wait!" he cried as he jumped to his feet to follow the twin trails of bound hair as the elder walked swiftly down the stairs, "Hey, I need your-"
But he never did catch up with Albel.
He tripped, and probably on nothing but air, and fell head-over-heels down the stairs to land in front of a pair of familiar black and white sneakers.
Yes, he was creepy enough to know what Roxas' shoes looked like; thanks for asking.
Axel propped himself up and grinned up at Roxas, "Well, well." he began, masking his embarrassment with his usual cocky confidence, "Looks like I've fallen for you, Roxy."
The younger blonde's bright, sky blue eyes looked bitterly down at the clumsy redhead at his feet. "Yeah sure, whatever dude." He scoffed arrogantly, as he picked up the rest of his books off the table, what was with this creepy guy? He was always staring at him, watching him out of the corner of his eye… was he some sort of stalker or something like that?
What's more disturbing was how he knew what Roxas' name was; he had never once in his life said a word to the man who was now at his feet.
"Do me a favour and just leave me the hell alone alright?" He spat violently. Roxas really wanted nothing to do with this nut job, if he started hanging around too much rumours would start flying around campus that they were dating or something; sure Roxas did swing that way, but to be honest who doesn't these days?
Besides, isn't experimenting with your sexuality what collage is all about? God knew Roxas had already 'experimented' a few times with his roommate, band mate, and best friend Demyx after one too many beers on a Friday night; not like either of them cared. It was a nice way to get off with out bringing some clingy chick into the mix that would still call him days later wondering why he never called her; it was just something he didn't need.
It wasn't like Roxas was dating Demyx though; they were more like friends with benefits. It worked like a charm if someone tried asking him out, all he needed to do was lean over to his friend and stick his tongue down his throat for a minute before they got the idea he wanted nothing to do with him or her… yeah, collage was great. Great, that is, up until a few weeks ago when this redhead started bothering him.
Axel stood up and slung his arm around Roxas' shoulders, "Come on, Roxy; don't be that way." he said as he began to pull the blond out of the room by his shoulders.
It was always cute... everything was cute with Roxas: the way his face contorted to show so many emotions. He'd only seen anger directed his way but he loved every emotion that passed those expressive blue eyes.
He'd actually seen Roxas smile once.
He'd been with Demyx, at least that's what Axel thought the guy's name was; they'd just been walking down the hall talking. The taller blond seemed to be somewhat of a goof-ball, and it was that slightly awkward musician who'd got Roxas to smile with such a beautiful look sparking in his blue eyes.
Axel had been so jealous when he'd seen Roxas looking that way with another man; he'd almost ran right up and got into a fist-fight with the guy. The only thing that stopped him was Roxas' beautiful voice, "You're such a great friend."
And his jealousy had melted away.
Sometimes it really pays to hide yourself in the Janitor's closet, or he'd have never known that Demyx and Roxas' 'relationship' was a ruse.
Roxas turned to the redhead beside him, glaring daggers into his eyes. "Listen I don't know what you want with me," He hissed, pushing Axel away from him, "But I swear I will get a restraining order against you; you're starting to really creep me the fuck out, man." Roxas hopped the empty threat would at least get this guy to back off; it was getting harder and harder to study with him always around, always watching him. "I don't know how you know my name either, but I want absolutely nothing to do with you." he snapped.
He might have been over reacting, but the guy just wouldn't leave and Roxas had much better things to do; like band practice with Demyx… some band though. Roxas was the singer and Demyx was the sitar player…
Yeah, I don't know what it is either; some kind of penis type looking guitar thinger, and that was the band, just them, no one else; like I said, some band hey?
Not like they cared, music was their passion and they where pretty damn good at it too; Demyx had said Roxas has the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. Roxas knew Demyx would be pissed if he heard Roxas almost yelling at this guy now, unnecessary strain on his vocals, he would say.
Axel pulled him closer, "You don't know what I want with you?" Axel asked, completely ignoring Roxas' threat; not that he wasn't worried by it, but Axel never could take 'no' for an answer... especially from someone so cute.
Was Roxas dense or what, though? He'd been hitting on him like crazy for the past few weeks; there was just no way someone in University could be that naive, "Well, Roxy, I'm feeling generous so I'll spell it out for you." Axel pulled his arm from around Roxas and moved out in front of him. He used both hands to gesture to Roxas' smaller form, "I want you, Roxas; got it memorized?" he asked with a cock of his right eyebrow and an, hopefully, enticing smirk on his face.
Roxas was completely turned off by his confession of lust; but he'd play along, if not for a minute or two.
"Oh really..?" He cooed with a seductive smirk forming on his lips as he leaned closer to him. "Well in that case, it changes everything..." he practically purred, brushing his soft pink lips against Axel's; Roxas had always been somewhat of a tease and he never denied this fact, quite the opposite, really. He was really proud of it.
Why shouldn't he be?
It came in handy alot of the time: getting better grades for instance; he never slept with the Professors, but only made them think he would so they upped his grades. Then, when they expected payment, he denied anything happened, after all what proof was there..?
Roxas pulled back from the redhead, still with a seductive grin on his lips, "Instead of a restraining order, I'll simply report you as a stalker and let the police deal with this." Roxas said softly before stepping back slightly; he slapped Axel hard across the face, "And never touch me again." with that Roxas smiled kindly and walked down the hall towards Demyx's locker.
Axel smiled when he felt Roxas' lips touch his own; his heart hammered wildly in his chest and for a second he could swear he didn't know how to breathe, and never really did in the first place. He had thought that Roxas' lips would be soft and amazingly sweet, but he hadn't expected his whole body to start tingling with a burning need he hadn't been aware he could ever feel.
And that voice!
Roxas had just the kind of voice that would send Axel over the edge with just a sweet cry of pleasure, and maybe one firm stroke of his hand; damn, did Axel ever want to feel those fingers...
Roxas was pulling away far too quickly for his liking, and he'd tried to follow the warmth for a second; but Roxas started talking with that beautiful voice of his, and it just demanded his full attention. Axel had never seen a grin like that on Roxas' lips, and it just drove him wild as Roxas spoke; he almost didn't catch the words.
But just like that, the beautiful moment was over; the words in themselves were a slap to the face, and Axel felt stupid for so easily believing the blond would like him-and then, of course, he had to put up with the actual slap.
Ouch.
Talk about being a bitch...
Still, though Roxas' parting words stung, that smile just seemed to erase all of the pain; that beautiful smile that, though it held none of the actual joy he'd seen when it was directed at Demyx, warmed him up and caused him to tingle with an intensity just short of that of the feeling of Roxas' lips.
So, maybe he was beaten for today; but that didn't mean he was about to give up on the blond. If anything, the feelings the blonde's actions had stirred a new resolve in him; he'd have Roxas some day, some how. He'd just have to try things a different way, that's all.
Demyx shut his locker as Roxas walked up; he'd watched the whole scene with amusement, "Having fun with your admirers again, Roxas?" he asked with a bright smile as he situated his Sitar on his shoulder.
From the corner of his aqua eyes he watched the guy Roxas had been teasing; for a few seconds there was this look of sorrow on his face that almost made Demyx feel sorry for him, but then it was replaced by a look of anger (or maybe determination..?) as he turned to stalk out of the University to attend to whatever other business he might have.
Demyx shrugged it off, he knew he just had to ignore that look he saw in the guy's eyes; after all, he knew he had a problem with sympathizing with people who didn't deserve it... and with the way Roxas had been complaining the last week during practice, he knew the redhead had it coming.
Roxas scoffed and leaned against the lockers. "He's not an admirer, he's a stalker; the dude knows my name..." He sighed calmly. "And don't give me shit about straining my voice, just be happy I'm still going to practice today."
Truth was: he almost was hoping that the guy he just told off would be back again, he kind of had a little fun teasing him if nothing else, and it was nothing else.
But he did have a feeling the guy would be back again full force tomorrow. Roxas also had work tomorrow though; he worked part time at some little nightclub as a singer. It was not the best job, but it paid the rent.
Demyx blinked in shock, having just seemed to notice that Roxas had indeed strained his voice; just goes to show that you shouldn't put your worry into the actions of those who don't deserve it.
"You'd better not have messed anything up in there." Demyx huffed a little, "I don't want to have to shell out, like, fifty dollars for the top quality medicine... again." but he was only teasing, anyhow; Demyx reached out and placed his hand on Roxas' shoulder, "Come on, buddy; we've got lots of practice to do... I think we're a little off on the third verse... I'm not sure if it's you or me, but something has to be changed." Demyx babbled as he led his friend down the halls of the, by now, empty building.
The blond sighed as he gathered his papers and books quickly; yesterday had been a totally disaster, turns out he had strained his voice too much. It caused him to mess up the show and he only got paid half of what he was promised in the first place: all thanks to that redhead who pissed him off.
What was that guy's deal, anyways?
Whatever it was Roxas was not in the mood to deal with him today; but, speak of the devil, just as Roxas had thought about making his escape Mr. Green Eyes himself came walking down the stairs towards him. But Roxas wasn't going to be caught, not if he could help it. He bolted out of the class room to his locker that was... ...just outside the class room doors... nice move, Roxas...
Now he knows where your locker is too.
Axel walked out of the class and looked around for the blond who he was almost certain had escaped him; but he spotted the blond a few feet away at his locker, he grinned and walked up to Roxas. Axel leaned up against the locker next to Roxas' and grinned down at the blond. He'd gone home and plotted out the best way to get Roxas to like him... and it would be the hardest shit he'd ever try.
Roxas didn't want Axel to touch him, so he had to keep his hands off and live without that amazing tingling. He'd have to be more subtle too; when he thought about it, he realized that he'd sounded like all he wanted was in Roxas' pants. And, though Roxas pants were probably an amazing place to be, he wanted to be with the blond.
He'd been such an ass with that cheesy 'I'm falling for you' line, and his messed up confession didn't help things in the least.
So, basically, Axel had to do something he wasn't quite sure would sound right coming out of his mouth; Axel bit his lip and tried to look the blond straight in the eyes, "Listen, Rox, I know I'm a creep, and a jerk, and probably a stalker too. I-" Axel broke off; he just couldn't look into those beautiful eyes and he hung his head a little to hide his shame, though it probably didn't do any good... with the major height difference between them, "I just wanted you to know I'm sorry..."
Yeah, you're right; the best he could come up with over almost a full night of no sleep was 'I'm sorry'.
Real brilliant, Axel..!
Real cliché...
Roxas slammed his locker closed and glared into Axel's deep, green eyes. "Gee, that means so much to me." He hissed emotionlessly as he put his massager bag over his head to rest on his shoulder.
"But, you know, your sorry apologies don't pay the rent." It was true; because Roxas didn't get paid what he was supposed to, his rent wasn't going to get paid on time this month. And why didn't he get paid all he was supposed to?
'Cause some redheaded idiot made him strain his precious voice!
"'Cause of you I stained my voice last night..." Roxas was pissed; if the guy was smart he would just leave Roxas alone today: let him enjoy the peace and quiet of solitary confinement that he would have at home from Demyx giving him the cold shoulder because of the show last night.
"Pay the rent..?" Axel asked stupidly, "Strained your voice..?" he repeated them both together in an attempt to put together the pieces, but they just didn't fit in Axel's mind.
Ok, let's see! It's time to bring up all that information he got while stalking Roxas...
It took a little while longer before it all clicked into place, "Fuck." he muttered, "You had a show..." Axel pushed himself off the locker and leaned forward just a little to make a few wild hand gestures at the blond, "Fuck, I'm really sorry; Roxas." he apologized again while his mind raced to come up with something else to add so he wouldn't sound like a complete idiot.
Come on! Anything!
Axel reached out again and almost forgot his new, 'don't touch' rule; he stopped short of grabbing one of Roxas' hands, "Look, I'll do anything to make it up to you, Roxy." he promised with a look that pleaded with Roxas to take up the offer, "Anything at all."
Roxas thought for a moment; even if he didn't like this guy, it would be stupid not to take up an offer of 'I'll do anything'.
Demyx and Roxas did need another person in their band, someone to play drums...
Roxas could already play bass himself; so, maybe this guy to play drums..? "Fine; two things I want from you: I want to know your name, it creeps me out that you keep calling me by mine, and these little pet names you came up with, and I want to know if you can play the drums." but just as the words left Roxas's mouth, and it was to late to take them back, he realized what he had done.
If this guy joined the band, he would be around Roxas almost everyday: after school, before work, at work, all the bloody time!
A bright grin crossed Axel's face and he jumped a little and squeezed his fists closed as he drew them into his sides, "The name's Axel." he waved his right hand in a flourish, "A-X-E-L, got it memorized?"
The familiar line was uttered but, as usual, he didn't wait for a response, "And, yes Roxy, I used to have a garage band back in high school." he leaned in close with a look on his face that was both childish and silly; maybe he was trying to aim for a smile to cross those pretty, pink lips? "Are you asking me to join?"
Roxas turned away from him, it was worse then he thought: Axel could play the drums.
"Ugh..." He muttered as he shoved his hand into the redhead's face to push him away, "Never get that close to my face, or my fist will get very close to yours." He muttered sourly.
"As for you being in the band: we'll see. You're coming to practice tonight; if you got other plans, too bad: not anymore you don't… unless you would rather go to those prior engagements than come to the one and only chance you'll ever get to join the band." Roxas informed, trying to emphasize his point of just how amazingly lucky Axel was to be getting a chance to hear him sing for free and be a part of the band.
He took out a black marker from his pocket and took Axel's arm in his hands; he scribbled his address across it neatly. "Be there at exactly six tonight, if you're late it's just as bad as not showing up at all."
Axel couldn't stop grinning; not only had Roxas touched him: he had touched with hands that were not aimed for making the light pink mark on his face darker... and he'd done it twice!
He was ecstatic; Roxas fingers were just a smooth as he thought they would be... and he almost broke the 'no touching' rule again just to run his fingers over the ones griping his arm. He was so caught up in Roxas' touch that he almost didn't hear the time correctly, "Gottcha, Roxas." he said with a salute of his free hand, "I'll make sure I'm there!"
Roxas sighed. "Yeah, make sure you are." He looked up at Axel to examine the hand print he had left on his face the day before. "And I'm sorry about that; you may be a creepy stalker, but you didn't deserve to have me slap you..."
Roxas paused to think back on the day before.
"...you didn't deserve to have me slap you that hard." He corrected himself; this Axel guy wasn't so bad, as long as he kept his mouth shut and his hands to himself.
Axel smiled and quickly dropped his hand back to his side to keep it from moving to wrap around Roxas. Roxas was half-apologizing! He really had done something right, hadn't he? "Don't worry about it, Roxy, it'll heal just fine." Axel's smiled grew and he looked over his shoulder as he heard the footsteps of Demyx approaching, "Catch you later, then." he said with a wink before he brushed past Roxas and headed out of the University.