Summary: No matter how strange it seems, Axel loves to write stories. His imagination should be appreciated for that but what if he wants it to be a reality instead? Akuroku, AU

Couples: Axel x Roxas, Other Pairings Slightly Mentioned

Warning: Cussing, Boy x Boy (You may leave now although it won't be so detailed), Sarcasm.

Author's Notes: Well this is ARi NAi, reporting back from her dead time, with a new story. If you're wondering about Find Me, Save Me, I'm going to update it soon so don't worry about it. This isn't a song fiction though; it's just an idea I had that I thought would be fun to write. This story won't be too long either but it should be pretty interesting. And it stars that crazy redhead boy, Axel and his favorite blond, Roxas!

Axel: Lovely, isn't it? –Smirks over a tied up Roxas-

ARi: Yeah, it is. –Rolls Eyes- Why do the cute ones always have to be crazy?

Enjoy More Than Imagination!

Green eyes were deeply indulged in a screen. Eyes were consumed in the technology before him, as his fingers were pressing keys quickly and smoothly. He would gaze at the wall clock from time to time with a sickening smirk on his lips and a ruffle of his peach nose. Immediately, after checking the time, his spiky red hair would flick back into the spot that it was in; still and right in front of the computer screen.

It would seem strange for a man like himself to sit and type in front of a machine for so long. People who knew him thought of his persona to be nothing but wild adventures and quick actions. "He never does anything normal", "He is so crazy, not thinking at all", or the ever popular "Stay away from him, he'll cause nothing but pain and anguish." It sounds completely insane for his real friends but in this beautiful place he called America, it was so possible for people to be very 'blunt' about their assumptions.

For the people who are familiar with him, they knew his secret. No, it wasn't a porn addiction or anything of that note (although this could have been questioned), it was something as simply as writing. He loved to spell his words out, ever since the day he could talk (what a day that was, too). Creating words, sentences, and paragraphs with his particular voice and lyrics behind them was something that as he grew older, was his passion. He didn't necessary want a career or a job in writing but hey, he wouldn't mind. It's a thought for now.

So as this passionate soul kept to his works, he forgot to notice his roommate or otherwise known as "closest companion" arrive in the apartment. The friend has been out and about, as he usually was, being a skateboarder and all. Whatever you called it. Of course, this comrade decided to come home early and take it easy today due to a "Skate Bash 07" coming in close contact soon. It's legal to take a break too.

It should be mentioned that this friend, just so happened, to be just as weird as he was too. His hair is "a weird dirty blonde like spiky ball" as he described to him once. This didn't come without a painful strike to the skull but it was the honest truth in his opinion. It wasn't just that one little feature that made him extraordinary either. He was a smart ass with an opinion on everything, a blushing fool when it comes to anything remotely romantic (problems, who knows?), and a handful when really upset or mad. The list continues on but one distant detail that the redhead has never admitted to the blonde, due to lack of remembrance (yeah right) and fear, was that he found him as a "sexy beast".

It may have been that night when he was reading his old stories that he began to notice. That night, he detected a reoccurring character in his stories, who always fell in love with the sexy, caring, loving, cool, redhead (No comment…). It was his blonde companion simply reformed, with a slightly different hairstyle or maybe an extra piercing somewhere on his ear. Then, as the days went by, those ever loving 'cliché' accidents started to come across their paths. And of course, the confusing "Is it love or am I just having a stir of the moment?" period came by as well. Eventually, through all and all, he realized that he had feelings for his blonde friend.

The thing is, how could one so crazy and peculiar keep his feelings compressed so he doesn't lose his everlasting mind to the world? Writing is the key to that question. Thus, this was just what the redhead was doing as his blonde friend was putting his coat away.

"Axel! I'm back early today!" The blonde said, walking toward the fridge and checking for any food left. Hmm, that's going to be a "No". Oh well, that means another day of takeout.

"Uh, Axel? Did you hear me? I'm back!" He said again, hoping to get his usual "annoyed and jackass filled greeting" already. Funny how our silly blonde forgot the redheaded man is typing away like nobody's tomorrow. Maybe he didn't, who knows?

As a result of this clueless (maybe not) thinking, the blonde decided to play a game. The game that was going to be officially called, "See what the jackass was up to today" as if he didn't already know. Of course, the fun is in the thought of knowing but acting as if you don't already know. Crazy, I know.

Slowly, the blonde creep toward the door of the office or so they called it with caution. The door was already open to a crack so the blonde said a mental "yes" and waited for something to be said. He was hoping for a juicy secret or some sort. He probably already knew all the secrets that his friend had but if their "jackass" moment was soon, he needed extra substance just in case. It never hurts anyone, well except Axel anyway.

"Great, I just hit a dent in my story. How wonderful?" Axel said, the backside of his hand rubbing his nose. Roxas was trying to stay as quiet as he could. It was going to get really good and as irony would have it, it would.

"It was flowing out but something's wrong. Come on, think, Mr. Brain." Mr. Brain? The blonde was definitely not going to ask about that one.

"Maybe I could do…No, that wouldn't work. I used that in my other story but what about…Oh wait…that would be like a cheesy story where it is so overdramatic, it makes you want to puke up your shit. What the hell am I thinking?" Axel said, now hitting his head into the desk.

"New material is what I need right about now. Of course, that will only happen in my dreams." Hmmm, I think our little blonde hero is getting ready to mentally store some infomation. Too bad there isn't any popcorn.

"I still can't believe that I've been writing stories about him over and over again like some love sick fan." Him? I think the blonde is starting to get a little shaky in the heart. I wonder why?

"Roxas, as weird as it sounds, you are my muse. As dumb and girly as it sounds, my imagination wants to become a reality now." As those words leave Axel's mouth, the blonde is taken aback. He creeps away from the door and slides down on the wall.

Note to self: Coming home early makes everything weirder…

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