Rating: M

A/N: For Samaloo, because I love her so much.

Think of this as… a bit more back in time. The request is for- well I'll let you guess on what the pairing is. –grins-. No giving it away, Samaloo. Anyway, this is what came to mind. Oh and don't worry, I'll still be updating my other things. I was writing this first, but it's been on hiatus.

Sorry for the delay on well... any updates. I've work, school and recently, my internet died. But, today is one of my two days off, it's a snow day, AND I got my internet back :D. –dances happily to caramelldansen- So, methinks this day is awesome +100000 :]

Anyway; enough blabbing. Enjoy :D

Notice: the rating is M. This is for later. There will be boyboy action. If you do not like this, then please don't read this. I'd hate to offend you.

Disclaimer: As much as I'd love it if they did, the characters do not belong to me; hence, fanfiction.

Bad Day Cure

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It all started one dreary day in a small town that went by the name of Radiant Garden. A blonde boy who was about sixteen with hair of honey blonde and eyes of sapphire blue, who went by the name of Roxas was sitting under a rather large oak tree. After a not so surprising spat, he was trying very hard to avoid his sister, Larxene. The siblings didn't exactly see eye to eye on well… anything. Nor did they get along in the slightest.

Actually, Roxas didn't seem to get along with any of his family. He probably would've called himself the black sheep of the lot, if asked to compare himself to them, actually. He differed in his in thoughts, ideals, interests, everything, really. The blonde especially hated the fact that his family was predominant while others who they could've easily helped, barely got enough to eat.

All his family ever seemed to care about was money and it made him sick.

Roxas sighed, really wishing he could change the way things were. After a moment, he stared up at the boughs of the giant oak almost in a defeated manner. He already knew that he couldn't. So, instead of wasting his time thinking about it, he allowed himself to muse about the tree he was under instead.

Ever since Roxas could remember, that tree had been important to him. He'd always spent long, hot summer days under it and came to it if he was upset or needed to think, so he felt a sense of ownership toward it. He didn't really care if that made sense or not. Either way, it was 'his' tree.

Roxas had even spent the night under it once. It was the night that he'd told his sister that he was gay. He'd felt the need to tell someone and had hated keeping who he really was a secret as he had done for years, trying to be 'normal'. He'd just wanted to be accepted by someone, to be told that it was okay.

She did not approve in the slightest. Unfortunately for Roxas, neither did his parents when she told them. So much for unconditional love from his family- they absolutely hated him for it.

Roxas' parents had even made him promise to never tell anyone. Couldn't spoil the perfect family image that they tried oh so very hard to maintain, now could we? Roxas sighed audibly then glanced at the gray clouds floating by with mild interest.

Today, the blonde was merely killing time, wanting the day to just pass as he sat under his tree. It had been horrible so far; boring, bleak and dreary- everything Roxas hated. It didn't help that he was upset too because Larxene had yelled at him for no reason in particular. She'd seemed to do that a lot lately. Ever since Roxas had told her that he liked men, in fact. He really regretted it.

Roxas thought that it was a shame really. He'd honestly thought that he could trust his sister, that she'd cared about him. Guess he'd misjudged her.

After a few more moments of just lying there, the blonde faintly wondered if he should continue to lay there or actually get up and do something to make the time pass more quickly. He was debating this until he saw something in his peripheral vision that caught his interest.

Roxas watched, interest piquing, as a colorful line of at least thirty horse drawn wagons came into town, making their way toward him. They ended up stopping in the field right next to where he was. The blonde had heard before that usually traveling circuses, gypsies, and or performers, traveled in such a manner. They were people who didn't follow rules, usually outlaws and or thieves- people who should be ignored and shunned, lest they corrupt a town or rob it. Hence, the blonde had never actually seen those people before.

Roxas couldn't help but wonder who they were for sure. That would determine what they wanted as well as why they'd come. Curious, he ended up getting up to investigate.

The blonde ran to the usually abandoned field where they'd stopped, not stopping until he was right next to the train of wagons.

Upon further inspection he realized that yes, they were definitely entertainers of some kind, but what did they do exactly?

"Hello!" Came a voice to Roxas' left, making him jump. He hadn't realized that he'd been spotted yet. A bit hesitantly, the blonde looked in the direction that the voice had come from, wondering if he'd get in trouble for snooping.

Roxas' eyes widened slightly when he saw the owner of the voice. He was a boy, maybe a year or two older than himself. He was blonde as well, with his hair in some sort of mohawk/mullet, which Roxas found odd, but couldn't help but like. What stuck out most about him though, was that the older blonde had one of the most genuine smiles Roxas had ever seen.

"Uhh, h-hi," Roxas said a bit shocked, blinking as the other boy took a step toward him.

"I'm Demyx, who are you?" the boy asked.

"Roxas," Roxas said, then before the other blonde could respond he asked, "Who are you and what are you doing in Radiant Garden?" a bit more sharply than he'd intended.

"Well, I already told you that my name's Demyx…" the older blonde said, looking a bit confused and scratching his head until Roxas gestured to his mode of transport.

"No, I mean, the entire group," Roxas said.

"Oh, that's easy," Demyx said, smiling again, "we're entertainers and we're here to entertain since we're stopping for a while. Call it compensation, if you will, for doing so."

"Stopping for a while?" Roxas asked.

"Yes," Demyx said, "You see, we're on our way to somewhere else. Your town's just along the way."

"Oh," Roxas said. Then, after a moment of silence, asked, "You're entertainers, what do you do?"

Demyx' smile broadened at that. "You'll just have to come to tonight's show and bring some friends if you want to find out," he said.

"You'll be ready by tonight?" Roxas asked, casting his caution aside and allowing himself to feel a bit of excitement. Along with never seeing these kinds of people before, he'd always wanted to watch them perform.

"Yes," Demyx said, "Xemnas gave us orders to unpack already, since this spot seems to be unused at the moment," the blonde added.

Roxas smiled at the consideration. "No, it's never used," he said confirming their assumption.

"Oh good," Demyx said, "We were worrying that we were intruding." Roxas shook his head.

"Are you sure that you can't tell me what the show's about?" Roxas pressed after a moment, "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Nope, sorry," Demyx said smirking.

"But if I'm going to pay to see it, shouldn't I know what it's about? I mean..?" Roxas asked, stopping when Demyx pressed a finger against his lips, silencing him. He hadn't noticed that Demyx had gotten close enough to touch him until that moment, and he felt his heart beat a little faster when Demyx did.

"All of our shows are free," Demyx said pulling away.

"Free? T-that doesn't make sense… How do you make money?" Roxas asked, hoping that he wasn't blushing.

"People leave a lot of donations," Demyx said, smiling when he saw that the other blonde's cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink.

"So will you come to the show?" the older blonde asked. Roxas opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, someone called Demyx's name. Demyx frowned, looking back in the direction he'd come from before glancing at Roxas again. "Sorry Roxas but I've gotta go," he said. "I have to see what Xemnas wants; I'll see you later, okay?"

Roxas barely managed to nod just before Demyx slipped away.

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"Roxas, where the hell have you been?" Larxene, Roxas' sister demanded when she finally managed to find him about an hour later.

"Away," Roxas replied.

"Doing what?" She asked, "Mom and dad have been wondering about where you were."

"Avoiding you," Roxas muttered.

"What was that?" Larxene snapped.

"I was talking to someone called Demyx," Roxas replied, deciding not to repeat what he'd said. He'd rather not get into another yelling match with his sister today. "He seems to be part of a traveling group of entertainers and-"

"Entertainers, huh?" Larxene interrupted looking in the direction that Roxas had come from. "Were you going to go to the show?" Roxas shrugged.

"I think it might be fun to," he said.

"Well, that's too bad," Larxene said, cutting him off again, "You know how mom and dad feel about people like that." She stopped speaking when she noticed a group of the very entertainers that they'd been talking about walking by. They were posting advertisements for their show. Roxas followed her gaze until his eyes stopped on Demyx, who smiled widely at the siblings, saying something to his group before breaking away and then coming up to them.

"Hey, Roxas!" He said grinning, "nice to see you again." He paused for a moment, taking in his sister, "And who's this?" He asked, "Your lovely girlfriend perhaps?" Demyx looked at Larxene perplexedly when she snorted at the very thought of her brother ever having a girlfriend even if he weren't gay.

"No, Demyx," Roxas said, frowning, "This is my sister, Larxene."

Demyx's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, laughing a little embarrassedly.

"Soo," Demyx said after a moment of silence, "Are you two going to come to the show?"

"That depends," Larxene said, "I can convince our parents to let us, but I won't unless you tell me something interesting that's going to happen." Roxas sighed, highly doubting that Demyx would be able to.

"Hmm…" Demyx said, thinking, "Xaldin will be handling a python-"

"Booring," Larxene said, interrupting him.

"Well, my sister, Naminee will be there, drawing free portraits-"Demyx started, stopping when he saw how disinterested Larxene was.

Demyx gripped his chin, trying think of something that might impress the girl. He smirked when he saw it coming toward him. "Alright," Demyx said, placing his hands on his hips, "turn around." Both Larxene and Roxas did as they were told, turning and seeing another person who didn't belong to their town. They were now looking at a very tall red-head, who had long spikes coming down his back and beautiful eyes of emerald, completely captivated. "See him?" Demyx asked, continuing when the other two blondes nodded, "He's going to be juggling fire, as well doing other things. Always has been quite an attraction."

"Other things?" Roxas asked, unable to take his eyes off of the red-head. He made the honey-haired blonde's heart beat just as fast as Demyx had.

"Sorry, Roxas, but I can't give that away," Demyx said, smiling just before moving past the other two then walking toward his group again. "See you later," he called, glancing back at them, confident that the red-head had won the girl over.

He always did.

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TBC

Sorry 's... eh. I'm really debating on whether I'll keep it up or not.

Anyway; Review to tell me your thoughts?

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Use me as you will, pull my strings just for a thrill and I know I'll be okay, though my skies are turning grey