Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters. Nor am I making any money/profit off of this story. It's all purely fan-based and for my own simple pleasure. Kingdom Hearts/its characters belong to Square Enix/Disney, not me, unfortunately…

Warnings: Yaoi. Guy love. Whatever you want to call it. This chapters not bad at all, but later on might get a little graphic. That's why this is gonna be rated M. If Yaoi is not your thing, then go read something else that is. And I don't want to hear about, "Oh, it's so gross!" or anything like that... Seriously, guys. I don't want to.

Summary: Roxas, an eighteen year old high school drop out, is struggling to take care of his younger brother Sora. Desperate for a job, he jumps at the chance when one's offered, not even caring what it is, nor thinking about the consequences. Axel/Roxas, Akuroku, Yaoi


Chapter One

"Come on, Sora! You're already late, hurry up! Do you want to have your teachers call me, again?" There was silence from down the hall before a 'No!' erupted from one of the bedrooms. Almost immediately after, one of the bedroom doors burst open, revealing a short brunette with bright sky blue eyes. His hair stuck up in random directions, but no one would ever take a brush anywhere close to it. Trying to comb through the boys' hair was always a death promise to the unfortunate brush.

Clad in his school uniform that consisted of a white button up shirt, black tie with matching black pants, and polished black shoes, the brunette, Sora, ran into the kitchen with his back pack slung over his shoulders, trying his hardest not to trip over himself. He stopped by the fridge, looking to see his older brother scraping butter on a piece of toast. With a grin, the brunette jogged into the little alcove of a kitchen and threw his arms around his blonde brother, snuggling his head into his shoulder.

"Morning, Roxas! Um, I know I'm late, and I'm really sorry, and I should probably get going, but uh, I was wondering if I could go to Riku's house today after school? Please? I did all my chores like you asked, and I even picked up my room last night before I went to sleep! So, please, Roxas?"

The older, a blonde that's eyes matched Sora's deep blue ones paused while buttering the burnt toast, glancing to his younger brother with a sigh. "Fine. But I want you home before ten, got it?"

Sora nodded enthusiastically before hugging him again with a loud, "Thanks, Roxas!" and then kissed his brother's cheek before taking the piece of toast that Roxas was in the middle of buttering and turned, sprinting out the door and to school. Roxas, however, managed to catch the 'bye!' before his brother was gone.

With a deep sigh, the blonde collapsed onto one of the chairs at their kitchen table, staring after the place that had just been occupied by his little brother. With slightly trembling hands he gripped his coffee cup before bringing it to his lips, taking a quick drink and then swallowed the dark liquid. It was gross, but if it woke him up, then so be it.

Fifteen minutes later and an empty mug of coffee, the blonde was still sitting in the same spot, same position, as before. Eyes were still stuck on where his brother had stood, and with another sigh, Roxas stood up. He needed a shower. Walking from the kitchen, past the bedrooms he pushed open the door to the bathroom and strode in. Unconsciously he shut the door behind him and glanced up and to his right and into the mirror, taking in his current appearance. Bright blue eyes looked back at him tiredly, with light sun-kissed skin and unruly blonde hair that spiked up, although not as bad as Soras. His appearance was almost similar to his brother, and they were mistaken a lot as twins, despite the fact that Roxas was eighteen years old. His younger brother, however, was only fifteen, but already was almost the blonde's height.

Shaking his head, Roxas turned from the mirror and stepped to the shower, pulling the curtain back and reached down, turning on the water and pushing the knob to 'Hot'. As soon as he undressed he got in, relishing in the feeling of hot water pouring down his stressed body. He could feel his muscles relax, and for awhile, he just stood there, not doing anything but letting the water wash away his stress. After and unknown amount of minutes, the blonde began to wash himself, pausing briefly as he lost himself in thought.

By the time that Roxas finished his shower it was 8:15, but time wasn't really important. Currently he didn't work, so the blonde didn't have to worry about being anywhere on time. Moving out of the bathroom with at towel around his waste he headed to his bedroom, opening the door and shutting it behind him. Like the rest of the apartment that he and his brother lived in, Roxas's room was plain, bland, and boring. They didn't have the money to afford anything except for the necessities, which included rent, food, and Sora's school supplies.

With a sigh he pulled on a pair of boxers, moving to his closet and opening the door quietly. Blue eyes skimmed the few clothes that he had and spotted a pair of ripped jeans and a tight, black t-shirt. Pulling them out he tossed them on his bed, running the towel through his hair once more before picking the shirt up and pulling it over his head. After straightening that out he pulled on the pants, surprised that they even still fit him. He had gotten them years ago, but he supposed that he didn't grow much in the last couple of years.

Just as soon as Roxas was going to run a comb through his wet hair, the phone rang, causing the blonde to curse lightly. It was probably one of Sora's teachers, wondering why the bouncing brunette was late. Walking back out of his room with a towel draped over his shoulders and a comb midway through his blonde hair, he moved quickly to the kitchen, grabbing the phone from the hook.

"This is Roxas." His voice was even tired, the blonde noted, but couldn't dwell on it anymore when an easily recognizable voice filled into his ear from the other end of the phone.

"Roxas! Hey, good morning! It's Demyx!" Roxas paused and then felt the corners of his lips turn into a smile. Demyx had to be, if wasn't the only, one of his best friends. The dirty blonde older teen was rambunctious, spontaneous, and so much like Sora that it was almost surprising. Roxas had known Demyx for a year, but it had felt like much longer. They had met at "Hallow Hearts" café down the street from where Roxas's apartment was by literally running into each other, both carrying their food and coffees back to their places where Demyx had tripped over his own feet and had crashed into Roxas.

At first, Roxas had been angry, but Demyx continually apologized to the younger blonde and actually ordered him an all new meal with an iced latte instead of a coffee. Roxas had said that he didn't have to, that it was fine, but Demyx didn't seem to think that it was an appropriate way to amend the situation, so Roxas ended up eating at the same booth with Demyx, the two talking about a bit of everything. By the end of the hour, Roxas had made a new friend.

"Hi, Demyx. What's going on? Don't you have work?" There was a pause on the other line and then Demyx giggled. Yes, giggled. That was another thing that Roxas liked about his friend; he was gay, and wasn't afraid to show it. Truthfully, Roxas was bisexual, but his past experience with girls wasn't that great and lately he had been looking for a boyfriend instead.

"Silly, silly, Roxas! I work night shifts, remember? We've had this talk! Anywho, I'm hungry, so do you want to meet me at our usual spot? I'll buy, Rox, so don't worry if you don't have any change." Roxas thought for a moment at what his friend had offered, holding the phone limply with one hand as the other simultaneously combed his hair. The only thing that they had in the kitchen to eat was bread, butter, and probably a week-old expired milk, so an offer like this couldn't hurt, could it?

With a smile gracing his lips Roxas nodded, before realizing that his dirty-blonde friend couldn't see him so he spoke. "Sure, Demyx. Thanks. I'll be there in a few minutes, so can you order for me?" There was a sound of ascent from the other line and Roxas moved from the kitchen back to his room, where he set down the comb. Holding the phone between his neck and shoulder he reached up above his dresser and picked up a bottle of gel, squirting some in his hands before running it through his hair. His blonde locks naturally spiked up, but on cold days like today, it tended to frizz up if nothing was put in it.

"Do you want your usual, Rox?" Demyx's voice came from the other end and once again the blonde both nodded and spoke.

"Yeah." Glancing around his room one last time Roxas grabbed his keys and his wallet before leaving, heading back into the kitchen. On his way back to the phone receiver, the blonde noticed a large, black coat laying on the side of the sofa, the cloth of it ripped in various places. "Oh, shit. Damnit, Sora!"

"What? What's up, Rox? Everything okay?" Came Demyx's confused voice from the other end and Roxas stepped forward, picking up the forgotten coat.

"Sora forgot his jacket, again. Dem, do you think that you can run me by the school after breakfast? I need to get this to him…" More giggles came from Demyx, but the other blonde agreed. "Thanks, Demyx. I really do owe you. I'll see you in a couple minutes, alright?"

"Alright, Rox. See you then!" Clicking the 'off' button of the phone, Roxas placed it back onto the hook to charge and flicked off the light to the kitchen, heading towards the front closet. Opening the door silently, he pulled out a worn grey hoodie, and after slipping it on and making sure he had Sora's coat, Roxas left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

Almost ten minutes later Roxas was sitting in a booth across from Demyx at "Hallow Hearts", eating the meal that Demyx had both ordered and paid for graciously. This wasn't the first time that Roxas had bummed a free meal off of his dirty-blonde friend, but Demyx was well aware of Roxas's situation and so jumped in to help whatever the cost. They met at "Hallow Hearts" two or three times a week, whether over breakfast, a latte, or just to talk, and Roxas wouldn't have it any other way. On days that Sora wasn't in school, he would bring his younger brother along, which Demyx didn't seem to mind at all. Both Sora and Demyx got along great, their personalities matching to the point that they had almost everything in common.

"… Rox. Hey, earth to Roxas! You okay over there, hun?" At Demyx's voice, Roxas snapped out of his stupor and looked up, meeting his friends baby blue eyes. With a subtle nod, Roxas took a drink of his café mocha before setting his fork down, clearing his throat and turning his full attention to his friend.

"Yeah, sorry Dem. I just haven't had a full meal in a while…" A giggle came from across the table and Demyx leaned forward, resting his hand on top of Roxas's. With a smile, the older blonde shook his head, eyes dancing in his strangely eternal happy mood.

"Don't worry, Roxy! So, tell me, how's Sora? Is he doing well in school?" Roxas took another sip of his drink and gave a soft shrug.

"I think so… He doesn't really speak to me much about school, but I always tell him to do his homework. I ask, but he just gives me the same answers. But overall he's doing fine; he's going to Riku's house today after school, so I thought about going out and looking for a new job…"

The hand over Roxas's tightened and he heard Demyx give out a light gasp. "Roxas! You lost another job?"

Roxas sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Yes, he had lost another job. It had been his fourth, and he had only worked a week before the manager had fired him. They said that it was because they were over their required amount of employees, but Roxas was pretty sure that he knew that 'pushing the limit' was not the real reason.

"They found out that I dropped from school, Demyx, there was nothing that I could do. I even explained to them that I needed the job to take care of my younger brother, to get him through school and shit, but they didn't care. No graduating high school, no friggin' job."

Demyx's hand tightened around his, the dirty-blondes thumb rubbing small circles on the top of his hand. "I'm sorry, Rox. If there was something that I could do, I would…" At the tone of his friends worried voice Roxas flashed him a soft, caring smile.

"Don't feel guilty, Dem. You already do so much for Sora and me; we don't expect you to go out of your way for us. Being there's good enough, so don't worry, alright?"

Roxas could tell that his friend was troubled by the thought of not being able to do more, but the younger blonde was at a loss of what to say. He was never good with words, but as the seconds dragged on to minutes and Roxas managed to finish his breakfast before it got cold, Demyx seemed to already have something else on his mind.

"Were you able to pay your rent this month, Rox?" Blinking up at his friend, the aforementioned boy nodded.

"I managed to. I got fired from my last job last Tuesday, and rent was due on Friday, so I used that 'hefty' sum of a paycheck for that. I had some money left over, and that's in savings now. Christmas is coming up, so things are going to get expensive… I told Sora the other day that we probably won't have a heater again this year; they're too expensive to pay for." Demyx nodded quietly as he sipped his own drink, and both teens lost themselves to their own thoughts.

Roxas and Sora's predicament was almost comical. He was an eighteen year old high school dropout desperately searching for a job to get enough money for rent, food, and his younger brother's education. He had dropped out of school shortly after he had turned sixteen, realizing that they couldn't afford both of them attending. Beings as he was the able age to get a job, Roxas went ahead and threw his education away so that he could provide for his little brother. So far, they had barely managed to get by, although lately it was becoming increasingly difficult.

He needed a job, badly, and right about now he was extremely desperate. It was getting colder out and nearing Christmas; Roxas didn't want to have a repeat of last year. Everyone in Sora's school, apparently, were getting things called iPods, or various other forms of MP3 players, and his little brother had come home one day begging Roxas for one. Roxas had told him that he'd look into it, see what he could do, and then sent Sora on his way to do his homework. Not surprisingly, Roxas couldn't afford it. Those stupid little music devices were too much, so instead, the blonde got his brother a few CDs, hoping that he'd understand. Despite the fact that Roxas had explained everything to Sora, his brunette brother had done his best to mask his disappointment with happiness. He had hugged him, thanked him, kissed him on the cheek like he always did, and then apologized, because Sora didn't have anything to give Roxas.

Being gift-less wasn't something that bothered him, but the look of disappointment that crossed Sora's eyes was something that Roxas couldn't forget. That night, after making sure that Sora was settled for bed, he left his brother's room and went to his own, where he calmly shut the door behind him. In his room, Roxas could let his composure slip, could drop his calm façade and act out the things that he had felt variously through the day. So, he did. Roxas had slid down the door and cried, wondering how they could have gotten into the predicament that they were in, how he couldn't get his brother what he wanted for Christmas, and even how their Christmas 'tree' was a picture that Sora drew of a tree and had taped to the television. He had stayed up late crying, cursing himself that he couldn't do better for his brother, who deserved so much more, and then had fallen asleep lying against the door… However, Roxas knew that this year wasn't going to be different.

"… Sora wants a PlayStation 2 this year for Christmas, so I'm saving up now. I might try to get a used one; they're cheaper." Unaware that he had even spoken aloud Roxas was shocked when he felt Demyx's hand tighten once more over his, giving it a light squeeze of reassurance.

"It'll work out, Roxas, it always does. Try not to let it get to your head. Just remember; Christmas isn't about gifts. It's about spending it with those that you love." Despite the fact that Demyx was trying to cheer him up, those words didn't seem to have any effect. With a melancholic sigh, Roxas shook his head.

"Demyx… I'm only eighteen years old, and already I'm playing the role of a worried parent. I love Sora, I love him a lot, he's my little brother… But it's getting so hard to take care of him. I don't have a job, no money... I'm desperate, but no where will take me."

"Rox, I…" The dirty-blonde trailed off, looking like he was about to say something when he stopped himself. After a few moments of silence and a curious look from Roxas, he spoke, seeming to choose his words carefully. "I might be able to get you some kind of job, Roxas. Maybe, though, just maybe."

Surprised at the sudden offer, Roxas leaned forward, eager to hear more. "Where at? Doing what? Are you sure that they'd even take me, Dem?"

"It's where I work, but I'll have to go and talk to my, er, boss about it, before I know anything for sure. He's been talking about getting a new employee lately and so far I don't think he's come up with much. It's not a bad job, per se, but it pays good…" As his friend spoke, Roxas could easily pick up on the uneasiness in his voice. Come to think of it, Demyx had never spoken about his job-life before, only saying that he mostly worked night-shifts.

"What makes you even think that they'll accept me, Dem?" Roxas asked softly and Demyx stared at him for a few moments, baby blue eyes gazing at the younger teen passively.

"Well, Roxy, you're kind, easy to talk to, cheerful most of the time, friendly, and extremely cute. Plus, you don't even need to have graduated high school for this kind of job. I'll tell my boss your predicament, how you're taking care of your brother and desperate for a job, and see if he'll give you a shot. If he's interested, I'll have him tell me, and then you'll have to have a meeting with him. Dress fancy, though, he won't tolerate slobs. Do you even have something nice to wear, Rox?" At that the younger blonde shook his head, making Demyx sigh. "Well, I'll take you out sometime then if he wants to meet you. It's not like, tux-worthy or anything. A nice shirt and nice pants will do just fine." At all of this Roxas felt himself nodding, but his mind seemed to be elsewhere. It was all concentrating on one question.

"Demyx… Why are you doing all this stuff for me? Buying me food, maybe clothes, offering to help me get a job, helping me take care of Sora… I just don't understand."

Demyx seemed surprised by the question, but took his time answering it. Brows furrowed in deep thought for a few moments before he took a deep breath, finally releasing Roxas's hand as he folded his on the table. "Well, Rox… I-I guess that you could say I was in your position once. For a long time I didn't have anyone to help me, but then I ran into someone; actually, it wasn't too much different from how I met you." At that, Demyx giggled softly, seeming to draw back into his memory.

"We work together now, me and my friend that I ran into, that is, but we weren't always as close as we are now. I guess you could say I look up to him like an older brother, and he looks out for me. Before I met him, I lived on the streets, and it was in front of this café that I ran into him, but he wasn't mad. He just looked at me in that weird way that he always does, and then asked me my name. I told him, and for awhile I thought he was gonna kill me or something, 'cause the way that he looked at me was just, well, kinda creepy. Just staring, not saying anything, like he was sizing me up. Then he asked if I was hungry, and I said yes, and he took me in here, at this booth we're sitting at now, and ordered me food.

"He asked me how old I was, and I told him. I think I was almost seventeen, so it's been a couple years. Then he asked me if I was a 'people-person', and I said 'I guess so.' I didn't really know; I was an orphan. But anyway, back to my main point… It went like that for a while, he kept asking me questions about myself, until he pretty much knew everything about me, then he told me his name, and said that he might have a place for me to live and work.

"I guess what I'm trying to get at, Rox, is that, despite the fact that he didn't have to help me, he chose to. He helped me earn a living, pick up from literally having nothing, and get me where I am now. I have a home to go back to, a job to earn money from, and seeing you in this predicament reminds me of myself. So I'm choosing to help you make a living, so that you can take care of your little brother, and make a life for yourself, too." As Demyx finished explaining himself, Roxas could only blink a few times, slowly bringing himself to nod.

Never before had Demyx gone into much detail about his past, and never before had Roxas even imagined the older blonde being an orphan. While Roxas and Sora were orphans themselves, they had never been homeless. Their parents both died in a car accident when Roxas was fifteen, Sora only being twelve, and so Roxas promptly took up where their parents had left off.

They had never been a rich family, but with both of their parents working respectable jobs, they had never gone hungry, either. It was shortly after Roxas turned sixteen did he realize that he and Sora didn't have enough money for both of them to go to school. Someone would have to work, and that someone turned out to be Roxas. He was the oldest, after all, and he wanted to take care of his little brother. And now, here he was, talking with his nineteen year old friend who was miraculously helping him look into getting a job.

"Demyx, I…" Roxas paused, taking in a deep breath to try and find the words that he wanted. After some time he spoke, his blonde friend listening quietly. "I just, well, thanks, Dem. For everything. I don't know how I'll ever be able to pay you back, but, if there's anything, anything at all that you can think of, let me know, okay? For me and Sora both, thank you."

Demyx laughed; it was a sound that Roxas liked. "Don't worry about it, Rox! I don't want anything in return! Now, weren't you saying something earlier about getting Sora's coat to him?"

"Oh, shit! You're right! You sure it's not a problem?" Demyx shook his head and stood up from his spot, leaving a tip for the waitress along with the payment for the meal. Making sure that his hoodie was fastened tight, Roxas stood up, grabbed Sora's coat from the booth, and followed his blonde friend out of the café.

As soon as Demyx pulled the car into one of the 'Guest' parking spots, Roxas opened the door and hopped out. His blonde friend turned off the car, got out, and then locked it, before joining Roxas on the walk into the school building. With a deep sigh the younger blonde took in their surroundings, realizing that if his parents were still alive, he would be graduating this year. He'd still be going to school in this very building, twitching in his seat as his teacher would lecture about how amazing something was, and wishing that the school year would just hurry up so that he could be out on his own. Oh, how wrong Roxas had been when he had thought that…

"Don't worry about it so much, Roxy, really." Demyx said from beside him, slinging his arm over the smaller teens shoulders. With a sigh Roxas nodded, focusing his attention to the situation at hand and trying not to let his mind wander too much. Pushing open the doors that led into the school building the teen was greeted with the familiar smell of the inside of the school, the tiled floors and brick walls seeming like a vivid dream that he had long since forgotten about.

Kindly shrugging Demyx's arm off of his shoulders Roxas went into the main office, immediately spotting a familiar face. A woman was sitting behind the front desk, obviously the receptionist. She had long, brunette hair tied back into a braided pony tail, a kind, beautiful face, and crisp yet caring green eyes glancing up from her paper work to rest on him. She wore a pink dress which matched the bow that she wore in her hair, and as Roxas approached she gave him a kind smile.

"Hello, Roxas." He smiled back at her softly.

"Hey, Aerith, how've you been?" The school receptionist, and also nurse, Aerith looked at him softly, giving him another smile.

"Oh, I've been lovely. What has Sora done now, though? I hope it's nothing too drastic this time…" Roxas laughed softly, shaking his head. Holding up the coat, Aerith's green eyes followed his movement before realization dawned on her face.

He smiled. "Like you said; 'nothing too drastic'. He forgot his coat, so could you call him in so I can give it to him?" The brunette receptionist nodded before turning to her computer, typing in what Roxas assumed was Sora's name.

"Lets see here… Sora Hikari, third period… Ah, he's in English with Mr. Strife." Reaching for the phone she picked it up, holding it against her ear as she dialed in a few numbers. After a few rings, Roxas managed to hear a deep voice pick up. "Hello, Cloud. It's Aerith. Could you send Sora down for a few moments? Yes, his brother's here…" Aerith paused and then nodded at the murmured sound of assent from the man on the other line. "Thank you, Cloud." With that, she hung up and turned back to Roxas with a smile. "He'll be right down. Please, have a seat."

Roxas nodded and thanked her before sitting down in one of the many waiting chairs, Demyx sitting quietly beside him. Taking a glance to his blonde friend he noticed that the older teen seemed troubled, vaguely wondering if his uneasiness was from the fact that they were in a school building. To Roxas's knowledge he didn't even know if Demyx had gone to school, beings as he found out that his friend had been homeless. Maybe being in an educational environment was somewhat overwhelming for his friend? Suddenly, Roxas felt guilty that he had asked Demyx to take him here…

Before he could dwell on the fact much longer, the blonde was distracted by the sound of the door opening. Glancing up, he immediately spotted the wild, chocolate colored hair of his little brother and stood up.

"Roxas! What'cha doing here? I promise I didn't do anything this time and, oh, hi Demyx!" With a big smile Sora immediately turned his attention from Roxas to Demyx, who had stood up. Then, the brunette threw his arms around Demyx's shoulders, standing on his toes just so that he could hug him tightly. "How're you doing? I missed you! You need to come over more often, 'cause you don't come over enough. But you're probably busy doin' your own stuff, so I don't blame you!"

Demyx laughed at this, ruffling Sora's hair playfully as the brunette finally let him go from his killer hug. "I'm doing fine, Twiggy."

Sora pouted. "Don't call me that!" At this, both Demyx and Roxas laughed. With a soft sigh, Roxas reached up and tapped Sora on the shoulder, getting his younger brother's attention.

"You left this at home. If you're walking to Riku's house after school, I don't want you going without a coat." Roxas handed his brother the said item, looking at him sternly. "And remember what I said, Sora. Be home before ten, and no later." Sora nodded to him, smiling as he took his jacket and slipped it around his shoulders.

"I know, Rox, I know. Before ten o'clock, I won't forget, I promise." Roxas smiled at his little brother's words and nodded.

"Okay, well… That's all, and I don't want to keep you out of your class. For all I know you're probably learning about Romeo and Juliet or something important along those lines." Sora giggled softly, folding his arms behind his back. Roxas loved the sound of his brother's happiness; it made him feel like his struggle to keep their small boat afloat wasn't for nothing.

After getting a pass from Aerith that allowed Sora back to class, the three boys walked from the office to the doors of the school. Demyx said goodbye to Sora, promising that he'd come over and visit sometime soon.

"Oh, um, Rox… I forgot to tell you something." Roxas paused and looked back to his brother, who was fiddling with the edges of the note from Aerith anxiously. "I'm out of lunch money."

With a soft sigh Roxas pulled out his wallet, pulling out the last of his money. Literally, it was the last three dollars that had, but handed it to his brother anyway. Sora needed it a lot more than he did. "Here, Sora. This'll have to get you by today, alright? I'll try to leave you more out tonight on the table; don't forget to grab it, okay?" Sora nodded and tentatively took the money from his brother, giving him a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Roxas. I need to get back to class. I love you." With another smile Sora leaned up and kissed Roxas's cheek before pocketing the money and then headed back to class, giving them both a wave before disappearing down the English hall.

After standing in the hallway awhile longer, the two teens headed back out to Demyx's car in silence. Roxas hated having to lie to his brother, but truthfully, the blonde didn't even know if he'd be able to scrounge up any more money to give Sora for his lunch tomorrow. He wasn't about to bring it up to Demyx, because he knew that his friend would jump up and give Roxas a bunch of his money that he'd never be able to pay back. Buying him breakfast and being company for Sora was good enough. With a solemn expression Roxas climbed back into the passenger seat of Demyx's car, gazing out the window quietly.

"Where to, Rox?" He heard Demyx ask and the younger teen shrugged his shoulders, tearing his gaze away from the scenery of the school to look at his dirty-blonde friend. He was quiet for some time before answering.

"I think, Dem… Just home. There's things I have to do yet today." His friend nodded, and without a question he pulled the car out of the school parking lot and headed back towards Roxas's apartment. Roxas didn't know why, but he suddenly felt very tired. He'd been getting the feeling a lot, like he was exhausted and just didn't feel like doing anything. Usually he could force himself to at least clean the house, or clean Sora's room, or something… But right now, the only thing the blonde wanted to do was go home, crawl in bed, and fall asleep.


A/N: Hello, there, everyone! I hope you liked this first chapter. This isn't the first thing I've ever written, but it is the first story I've ever posted on here. Please, no flames. Keep your bad thoughts to yourselves people, although if you see spelling/grammar mistakes, let me know. If you DO give me flames, I'll roast marshmallows over them and make S'mores... Because S'mores are good. Oh yeah, and then I'll publicly display your flames and my Beta and I will poke and prod them with funny jokes.

Now that I do have my precious little Beta to look over my stuff, I'll post said stuff! Say hi, Beta!

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Also, this story is rated M for a reason. This next chapter is going to feature our favorite pyromaniac, Axel, and he's going to show you why it's rated M. You could say that chapter two's a little… Axel-centric?

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P.S. – If you can't guess who Demyx's 'friend' is that he mentions… Well, then, I'm worried about you.