Summary: I know it's a really random thing to do but my brother suggested it…so here goes I guess! Basically me and my friend (PurplePetRock) were both RPing in this forum and my brother was reading what I was writing over my shoulder. That was when he suggested posting it up on fanfiction and I thought: Why not?
It's based in high school; Roxas is the social outcast whilst Axel isn't so far behind in that area. Can both of them quell each other's demons? Or are these feelings and emotions they are feeling for and with each other one horrible nightmare to torture them mentally? Read to find out!
I know it's odd…but please read it:P I'll be very happy if you do nodnodsSo don't flame me if you haven't read this AN! I am Axel by the way and my friend (PurplePetRock) is Roxas. I'll separate our replies with a line. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the KH characters, they belong solely to SquareEnix and Disney! Le sigh…that doesn't stop me imagining Axel as my lover. .
Heart Grenades
Chapter 1
He had blonde hair, blue eyes, a slender figure, and perfect grades. He was a senior in high school; he skipped a few grades. He had an interesting choice of clothing, wearing his favorite colors, black and white, exclusively almost all the time. He had a taste for rock music and chocolate, his two favorite things in the world. But, despite all this, he wasn't perfect.
His father died when he was just seven years old, leaving his mother with the little boy to take care of by herself. But they got along alright, currently residing in a one-story ranch-style home, with enough to pay the bills and then some - his mother was an executive. She didn't have much time for her 16-year-old son. He woke up at six AM, when his mother had already left for the office, spent everyday at school from seven AM to two-thirty PM, then went home and did various things until his mother came home at eight PM. By then, he was tired, so he and his mother shared a few words, like, "How was school?' and "Good day at work?" and then he went to bed.
Oh, then there were the nightmares. He was an insomniac, so the little sleep he got was precious to him. Whatever amount of sleep he got was filled with weird dreams of demented, almost psychotic images of various thngs that left him in a cold sweat when he woke. But no one knew that. Not even his mother.
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Roxas sighed loudly; Biology was so boring. He had his elbow resting on his desk, and his chin was propped in his hand. His desk was one in the first row, second desk to the back. He stared at the page that his tattered science book was opened to at the moment, only taking a few words about Kingdoms and Phylums and letting his mind drift to some far-off dimension where life didn't suck. He thought of what life would be like if he wasn't a social outcast, if the other students didn't look at him like he had ten heads everytime they glanced in his direction. Usually they only looked at him by accident.
Roxas looked up at the board, where Mr. Kiley was scribbling something on the board with a dry-erase marker. It was homework. Great. At least it gave Roxas something to do when he got home. He only had good grades because he got so bored at home that he would want to do his work. One reason why people didn't like him.
He opened his assignment notebook to the correct day, and he wrote the homework page number in the appropriate space. Roxas flipped through the pages, looking at the doodles and logos that he'd drawn in the agenda book. The names of various rock bands... creepy little dolls and spiders... broken hearts... Second reason why the other students tried to ignore him; his taste in music and his downcast attitude. He'd be happier if he had someone to talk to.
He looked up to the students who surrounded him; all seniors. Of course, he was also a senior, but he was two years younger than any of them. He also had the best grades in all of his classes. Reason number three: He was a 'nerd'.
He spied the girl he'd eavesdropped on that morning, talking about her boyfriend and how he cheated on her... the jock who wouldn't shut up about the high school's football team winning the championship... and the red-haired man whom Roxas took a strange, silent interest in. The man was perfect; a senior, with stunningly bright green eyes and awesome hair, a dazzling smile... He wanted to talk to him, to befriend him, to touch that perfect hair... but all Roxas could do was admire from afar.
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Hearing extremely loud whispers from the desk next to his, the boy turned his head to look at the couple having a fight. There was no point in them even pretending to whisper as the whole class could hear them anyway...Oh well, it was their embarrassment. He rolled emerald green eyes before running a hand through his blood red hair that ran about 4 inches past his shoulders. It was hard keeping it down because of the natural unruly spikes that would not stop sticking out everywhere.
Even though he didn't look it, Axel was very particular about certain things. His hair, his clothes, little small things like that. It wasn't that he was vain or anything, but the fact that he had to take care of himself alone was what made him picky of the littlest things. Ever since the accident involving his parents occurred four years ago, he'd had to look after himself so of course he'd be extra careful about his appearance, after all the school didn't know he lived on his own and god knows what they would do if they found out. Probably send him off to some adoption centre or a foster home, which would be a shame considering he only had 3 months till he turned 18. Then I'd have nothing to worry about. He sighed and looked down at his scribbled notes. He didn't usually usually write notes unless the teacher got annoyed and made him do so, Axel preferred listening to the teacher speak and learning that way. He had never needed notes before and had perfect grades in school, second only to that Roxas dude.
Axel made it his mission to know who everyone in school was and even then he found it hard to find out exactly who Roxas was and if he had a group of friends in school. The fact that the boy didn't have friends made it extremely hard to know who the boy was. All that he did know was that he got uber grades in school and that people didn't like him much because he was a "nerd". Axel folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, one eye focused on the said boy a couple of desks in front. Honestly? He didn't look that nerdy to him...in fact he looked kinda awesome. Not bad looking too. Axel was gay. He didn't try to hide it because honestly, what was the point? He'd admitted it to himself about 2 years ago when he realised that he had never really been attracted to girls in the same ways that other boys had. Well when other boys had gone on about how a girl was pretty and so on he could understand but when they started drooling over breasts and asses...that was something that he couldn't bring himself to do, even if he was trying to fit in back then.
He looked over at the boy again, this time focusing both his eyes on him and noticed what the boy was wearing. Typical goth/emo clothes. He didn't understand why the student body had a thing against that social group or whatever you would call them. As a matter of fact he found it rather sexy especially on said boy. Hearing the teacher mutter on about homework, he was pulled from his reverie by the word homework and groaned inwardly. Well at least it was a way in which he could stay awake at night. He didn't enjoy sleeping much, it wasn't as if he was an insomniac or anything like that, it's just that recently his dreams hadn't been kind to him. If you could even call them dreams, more like nightmares. He was plagued with images of grotesque beings drawing closer to him, clawing at him, pulling him further into the darkness that he wasn't sure was hell or not. It was always at the last minute that he would wake up, when he felt that there was no hope left and that all the light had gone from the world.
It didn't help that when he woke up, there was nobody there...Nobody to comfort him...to hold him. He didn't have anything for comfort so all he could do was stay awake. Stay away from those fucked up dreams that he'd been having. That was all he could do and honestly it was beginning to show on his features. His eyes weren't as bright as they used to be, his face was pale compared to the light tan that used to inhabit his skin. The dark rings under his eyes were more pronounced now that his skin was paler and to him, he looked like a ghost. He had taken to hiding these signs of worry and sleeplessness with whatever he could.
But now wasn't the time to think about those things, if the teacher was talking about homework then it meant that the lesson was almost over! Finally...it would be breaktime, the holy 15 minutes of free time before the dread of lessons started again. Axel passed the rest of the lesson by staring at the back of the boy's head and idly wondering little things about him. What he was like? Was he nice? What did his voice sound like? There were so many things to think of in the next 5 minutes.
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Roxas closed his assignment notebook and leaned back in his chair. The three white belts that were around his waist jingled against each other, and the silver chain that was hanging from one of them dropped to hang off his hip. He crossed his arms, which were clad with the long sleeves of a black-and-white striped sweatshirt. He closed his blue eyes, trying to rest for a minute or so. The dreams had taken alot out of him last night. Not that that wasn't normal, though.
The warning bell sounded; two minutes until break time. Roxas sighed of relief and turned his head to the side, pretending to watch something going on on the other end of the room; although, he was actually watching that perfect boy out of the corner of his eye. He seemed unable to wait for break also. Roxas smiled slightly and turned back to face the clock. The hands seemed to be moving slower than usual; they took forever to reach the number twelve again.
The break bell rung. Normally, he headed to the bathroom to secretly play a game or two on his cellphone; but today, he just crossed his arms on his desk, and layed his head down on them. He wondered about what he was going to do that day, and laughed at himself when the only thing that came to mind was 'homework'. God, his life was pathetic. He almost couldn't stand it. But he had no choice but to go with it; this miserable, lonely, tiring existence he led. At least he had a house to go home to and one of his parents left. Even though it seemed like she didn't exist at all.
Roxas thought of his schedule and realized that after break, they had one period left until lunch. For Roxas, that class was art. The one class he actually paid attention to. More specifically, he was taking an advanced Foundations in Art class. He learned all about the great artists of the past, and had become a good artist himself. His teacher, Mrs. Gremick, often hung his paintings and drawings on the wall in the main office. She went on about how good he was everytime he drew anything, even if it was creepy and came from his familiar nightmares. She accepted him; the only person to ever do such a thing. Although, it did get on his nerves sometimes.
He closed his eyes and tried to slow his heartbeat by breathing slowly for awhile. He needed to rest for a bit.
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Alright! One chapter done! 3 Onto the next one! R&R guys! Please?
It may be a little weird to read but still…it's an awesome story! XD
Leez xxx