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This is Yaoi I kill anyone who says it's bad.

I watched as a rickety old bus pulled up to the school, it's doors creaked slowly open significantly lacking that whole 'woosh' factor I loved. I got the impression that this was going to be a looong trip. Clambering onto the bus I wrinkled my nose as the distinct scent of Old People assaulted my senses full force. I discretely moved away from the driver, an Old Man in what looked to be his 50's-60's, what can I say. Old people freak me out. I trudged dejectedly down the alley, eyes scanning the nearly empty bus. It was a good thing too. I don't think I could handle sitting anywhere near the front. The smell of Old would probably make me freak out if left long enough.

So alas, I made my way to the last row of seats. Empty with the exception of a some strange looking blonde kid. I plopped into the furthest seat from him, mentally mourning for the loss of my car. Unfortunately it had been left on the street by a certain red headed older brother when he went to work and had somehow managed to accumulate $3000 in fines. Although he claimed it wasn't his fault, he said and I quote "I don't give a shit." which rather pissed me off. An hour later you could find my brothers favorite tree -don't ask- a pile of smouldering ashes on the grass. Said brother on the ground in a fetal position, sobbing the name of the tree "David" like it was a person. Which with Reno, he probably believed it was. Nevertheless, it's all thanks to him that I'm on this bus. On my way to be a councilor at some stupid camp. Ugh.

The weight of my bag was slowly working on numbing my legs, so with a sigh I dropped it into the seat next to me. I heard a quiet 'oomph' and a groan of pain. I spun around so fast I'm sure I heard my neck crack. I was met with a pair of sea green eyes. It was the blonde. Jumping in my seat I started to spit out apologies a mile a minute. Not that it was my fault of course. I mean, you don't expect to turn around and see a blonde kid being crushed to death by your bag, but I figure it may silence his groans of pain.

No such luck. Heaving a sigh I lifted the bag -with two hands mind you- off the poor stalker kid and dumped it on the floor. Resting my feet on top of it I turned to look out the dirt coated window. The blonde started talking to me but his words were too mushed together to understand. I held his mouth closed with my finger. "Look kid. If your gonna speak. At least speak so I can understand." I drawled, my eyes flitting absentmindedly over his body. Taking in all the details. He had some strange hairdo. Something between a mullet and some roadkill. Green eyes, not like my bright, perfect ones and a giant instr-- thing. I don't even wanna know.

His eyes lit up slightly and nodding happily he launched into his introduction. "Hi! My name's Demyx, Demyx Akumi." Demyx smiled so brightly I could have sworn I went blind for a second there. Blinking away black spots I shook Demyx's hand. "The name's Axel." What I didn't expect was for him to give me a bone crushing glomp. Which resulted in my face being pressed up against the window, quite roughly if I do say so myself. "OMG! COOL! WE'RE GONNA BE BEST FRIENDS!" I winced at the high volume yell, bordering screech invading my highly sensitive ears. God this ki-Demyx could yell.

I pushed Demyx off me, causing him to fall dumbly onto the rubbish cluttered floor. Letting out a girly squeal as his hand landed in a wad of gum.

This is gonna be a long trip indeed.

Haha, poor Axel. Demyx must be a horror to travel with. XD Not sure when the next chapter will be up.

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