I don't know why keeps losing this. This is my fourth attempt to post it!

I decided to do a prompt off of the line: "Hey... It's you."
This is what I got.

This is an Assassins Creed crossover! But not significant enough to deter from the AkuRoku. This is an AU, T for suggestive themes and possible li-mon coconut fluffy cookie crips... or something.

Axel is very... sexist. THE VIEWS EXPRESSED IN THIS FIC DO NOT REPRESENT THE OPINIONS OF KlS PRODUCTIONS. Also... ITALIAN. There is a lot of Italian spoken in later chapters. All translations will be provided for the Italian-impared. Thank you.

Cassanova Italiano!

A tall, lanky redhead made his way down the hall, sporting his million-dollar smile, which brightened every time he passed a female. He relished in the glow of making women swoon, squeal, and sigh over him. The emerald-eyed teen had every lady in this school wrapped around his finger with a smile, or a wink if they were playing hard-to-get. His seductive charm ensured that he never went home alone when he was in the mood for sex—which was most days—and he had access to the bodies of every female student and teacher in school with a phone call or a snap of his fingers.

But that wasn't what he was here for. A pretty red-haired freshman girl—Eiri…something…—had kept his lunch hour interesting by cornering him in the locker room for a good two rounds. The junior smirked. It was amusing when women thought they were intelligent enough to fool him. He knew she was lying when she said she wasn't a virgin… well, she wasn't anymore. He'd made sure of that before letting her go. To him, the best way to punish a liar is to make an honest woman of her.

No, the reason he was walking down the hallways of Half-Hearts High at 5 p.m., more than four hours after school had ended, and on a Friday, no less… was because he'd left something important in the History classroom.

He opened the door to the room, cocking an eyebrow that the light was on, even though the teacher was absent. The redhead entered, closing the door behind him and startling a blonde boy with glasses, who turned to glare at the intruder, narrowing his eyes and growling when he saw who it was.

The tallest of the pair, the redhead, looked at him with confusion. "Hey… It's you."

The blonde jumped out of his seat. "I have a name you know!" he spat venomously. "I've had enough of you people today! My name isn't 'You', 'Kid', 'Blonde', 'Nerd', 'Shortie', or 'Freshman'! I'm a Junior who skipped fourth grade! I've had it with all of these students pushing me around! Especially YOU! They all want to be trash like you!"

"Relax! I was just acknowledging your existence while I was trying to remember your name. Roxas, right?"

"I'm truly honored you remembered," he hissed like a viper. "How chivalrous of you."

"Why are you so bitter? I haven't done anything."

"You really think you've done nothing? You've f**ked every female that has ever walked in the front doors! Even the PRINCIPAL! And try and convince me you wouldn't be bitter if for six years I called you 'Testosterone-for-brains' or 'Manwhore' or 'That guy that would screw anything remotely female'. Because I'm pretty sure even you would be upset. Also, if I recall correctly, this week was Mrs. Whitman on Monday, Carol was Tuesday, and Wednesday you did Julia, on Thursday you had you way with both Ms Chelsea and Jessica or Monica… one of the Moon twins—and today was Ariel."

'Oh yeah… it was Ariel. That was her name,' he thought. "I haven't done anything to hurt a cute little thing like you…"

"NOT going to work on me, firecrotch."

"I have a name too. Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" he tapped his temple with a forefinger before looking Roxas over. "I'm not taking back calling you cute, though."

Roxas scoffed, ignoring his comment. "What are you here for, anyway?"

"Something special."

"I'm not going to sleep with you and the teacher isn't here."

Axel shook his head. "No, that's not what I meant!" he lifted the top of the desk two rows in front of Roxas' and sighed with relief. "Thank God… It's still here…"

The redhead slipped a gold wedding band onto his left ring finger. There was an intricate design engraved upon it in black. Roxas tipped his head. "Are you a little… young to be engaged? And I really can't imagine you ever settling down with one girl."

"This was my grandfather's wedding ring. He gave it to me before he died. I was only four, but I've taken care of this ever since."

There was a thoughtful expression on Axel's face, and Roxas couldn't suppress a blush. He looked… sweet. "You almost sound human. Like you're a being with emotions other than 'horny' and 'not-horny'."

Amusement filled Axel's bright emerald-green eyes. "Well, I don't know why I told you something so personal. I guess I trust you."

"I still don't trust YOU."

Axel walked back over to the blonde, leaning forward over the desk and softly taking Roxas' glasses off of his flushed face. Axel's cheeks reddened at the ocean-blue crystals he was looking into as he set the glasses aside, touching the back of his hand to the younger boy's face. "Dear God, Roxas… why would you hide eyes like these behind glasses? They're incredible… like sapphires…"

"Sh-shut up… you aren't funny…"

"I'm serious! God, Roxas… it's gotta be illegal for a boy to be so beautiful…" Axel's tone was soft, breathless at the bishonen* looking at him. The blonde was blushing, and that shyness was endearing.

Axel leaned forward to steal a kiss, but all he received was a stinging sensation upon his cheek. Baffled, he looked at Roxas, who was blushing furiously as he made a fist with his red hand to try and ignore the sharp pain on his palm. "Who do you think you are?" Roxas barked at him. "How DARE you try to take advantage of me like that? I'll bet that ring wasn't even your grandfather's! You probably just made that up so I would trust you, so I would like you! All of these lies to trick me into sleeping with you! You DISGUST me, Axel!"

"What? No! I couldn't help it! You were so cute… and the atmosphere was perfect for a kiss. I'm sorry, Roxas. I don't want to upset you…"

"Too late, because you already have. Honestly! Did you run out of women to sleep with, so you decided to go after a boy that the students think is four or five years younger than you?"

"I really didn't mean it like that. Please believe me. This ring IS very important to me and it WAS my grandfather's. I only tried to kiss you because the mood lured me in."

Roxas looked at the clock and stood, putting his glasses back on. "I have to go. If I'm lucky I'll make it back to my house just after dark…"

"The sun doesn't set for three hours! How far is your house? That must be one hell of a drive…"

"I can't drive, I'm only fifteen. I walk home from school every day."

Axel gaped at this. "How long does it take you?"

"Two and a half hours if I hurry."

"No way. I won't allow this."

"You can't keep me here!"

The redhead pulled out a set of keys from his pocket. "I live alone, so I have no one expecting me back. I'll drive you home."

"I don't want a creepy rapist like you to know where I live!"

"Ouch. Well, either way I'm taking you in my car. Would you rather I drive you home, or to my apartment?"

"Do either or both options require having sex with you?"

"No, I won't sleep with you, even though you're cute. Driving you home earns me a kiss."

"A kiss where?"

"Would you consent to a kiss upon your delicate hand?"

"I…" his face heated up as his stomach growled loudly.

Axel chuckled. "You aren't expected home until dark, right? I'll take you out for dinner. My treat. Then I'll drive you home."

Roxas was about to protest when his stomach grumbled louder, answering for him. "…okay."

"Italian food sound good?" he smiled at Roxas' sheepish nod. "Let's head out, then."

"Having fun back there, Miss Daisy?" Axel chuckled. "I still don't see why you won't sit up front with me."

"Because I don't trust you! You might try something."

"Whatever makes you happy, I guess," he shrugged as he parked the car. "Someone recommended this place."

'Oh no…'

Next chapter contains quite a bit of Italian. The translations will be provided at the bottom of the page.

Well, there's a teaser for you. It was originally a oneshot but it may be more if I get pestered enough.

For the record: Don't get in a car with a stranger, especially if he tried to kiss you within the first five minutes of knowing you.