This burning, cooling sensation has never felt so good before. Axel x Roxas.

Oh damn, here I go again with another attempt to expand the AkuRoku empire…With one shot series! HOORAH!

Mind you, that these one-shots have absolutely NOTHING to do with each other. Just think of them as a separate story, except…well…you get what I mean.

Anyways! I'd love to dedicate this first chapter to WGreyB who has shared a lot of things with me and made me feel all loved and everything!! Here's to you!!!

It stung. Like hell…

Roxas stared at his finger with a slight scowl. It throbbed and it felt like it was being burned continuously.

Which wasn't too far away from the truth, considering that he did burn himself on his finger.

Not on purpose though.

He let out a sigh and then looked up from the pain to see nothing but the pouring rain and the people who ran and tried to find shelter while they kept their pathetic excuse of their umbrellas intact against the howling wind.

He looked back down at his finger and sighed again. It was discolored just slightly and it looked like it could pop any minute. The thought irked him but got him curious at the same time.

He stared at his wrist watch and calculated about another ten minutes or so of wait to go. That is, if the bus came on time, which, it hardly ever does.

The bus stop was empty, save for him. He got to the place before the rain started. And when the rain poured down, the unoccupied part of the bench got drizzled over with water.

Too caught up in his own world and blistered finger, he never noticed somebody sitting down next to him on the wet bench. Although he did barely register the slight movement of the seat under the extra weight.

"That's a nasty burn you've got there, how d'ya get it?" the boy next to him asked as he pointed to the discolored spot on the blonds' finger.

Roxas turned to the stranger and could only just barely make out the dark green eyes and tattoos behind the shadows of his dark hood. He shrugged and returned his attention to his throbbing wound.

"Tried to take out a hot pan from the oven with a semi-wet towel." He sighed again.

The other boy winced, "Ouch, that's gotta hurt like fuck."

He snorted and rolled his eyes, "No shit."

There was a chuckle, "I'll be right back." He spoke casually as he got up from the seat and walked away to who knows where. Roxas almost laughed when he saw that the guy's pants were wet from the seat.

He didn't quite understand why the guy told him that he'll be right back. They were only strangers after all.

But the hooded boy came back minutes later with a drink in each hand, "Ok, here you go," he gave the blond a soda can, "Keep holding it."

"Oh…thank you." He numbly nodded as he took the drink, enjoyed the coolness of it on his injured finger. It gave a nice cooling sensation over the blistering burn.

"No worries," he smirked as he took back the seat next to the blond, the bench not as wet as before because his pants already soaked up a majority of the rain water. "I'm no stranger to burns so I know how they work." He smirked as he reached up and pulled his hood off, revealing his flaming red hair.

'No fucking way that's natural.' The blond commented in his head as he quirked up an eyebrow at the other boy who opened his drink and took a sip from it.

"And yes, it's natural." He smirked at the boy as he rested his arm at the back of the seat just behind the blond.

"I didn't-"

"You were thinking it." he tapped his forehead as he swung one leg over the other, showing off his semi-clean black and white converse shoes.

'No point denying it.' he shrugged and turned his attention back to the can of soda in his hands where the condensation slowly dripped onto the blister. It felt pleasantly nice.

Five minutes later with an empty can and an unopened one, the red head sat by the blond in comfortable silence, usually punctuated by the splashing of the tires on the mini rivers by the curbs or the splattering of shoes on water.

The red head sighed, "This is boring, talk to me." He turned his head to the blond.

The blond was tempted to stick a finger in his ear and free whatever got stuck in it. He wasn't sure if it was his ears playing around with him or if he really heard it correctly, but when the boy looked back at him expectantly, he knew he had to answer, "Ok." He stared at the can in his hand, "Are you always this friendly towards strangers?" he asked curiously as he rotated the drink in his hand, enjoying the new rush of coolness.

"Nope." The red head grinned, "Just you."

The blond snorted and finally decided to open the can.

Ten minutes later, with two empty cans of soda, the bus has yet to arrive. It was hardly ever on time, and the blond could hazard that it'll be another five more minutes of wait. More or less.

"Up for some ice cream?"

Again, the blond wasn't sure if he heard correctly as he stared at the red head, "What?"

He quirked up an eyebrow at the blond, "What? Did you go deaf too? I asked if you wanted to go get some ice cream."

He turned his head back to the front and suppressed a tired sigh, "I have to catch the bus home."

"Catch the next one."

"The next one is in an hour, probably more, this bus is already freaking late by almost ten minutes." He reasoned with a slight huff.

"Ok." He shrugged, "I'll drive you home then."

"If you have a car, then why the fuck are you here." He narrowed his eyes at the red headed stranger.

"Answer my question." He demanded with a pointed stare.

The blond sighed and considered it.

He was cold, he was wet, he had homework to do, he wanted to go home and take a nice, hot shower, then sleep, and not wake up till way past noon the next day. That was his plan. It sounded good in his mind.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He shrugged and got up from his seat.

But ice cream sounded good too.

The red head smirked as he got up and led the way with the blond walking right beside him.

"I'm Roxas." He suddenly blurted out halfway down the main street towards the not-so-busy intersection.

"The name's Axel. A-X-E­-L. Not A-X-L-E, got it memorized?" he smirked as he tapped his forehead.

The blond snorted out in laughter.

Meh…It's short…And the mention of ice cream made it sweet. So technically, it's short and sweet. Would this qualify as mindless drabble? I suppose so…