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rebeckon: Finally! The first chapter of Poison ! I'm so excited I finished this. Procrastination BITES. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, we really appreciate you clicking on this little ol' story of ours. We'd appreciate reviews, to help us improve- free cookies?. Obviously, I, rebeckon of fanfiction, will be writing as Axel in this. Queen of Madness will be our darling little Roxas. :D We're switching off every other chapter with their point o' views, so keep that in mind. :3

Queen of Madness: It's finally here! :D –dances around- This chapter was written by the lovely rebeckon. I read over it and it's fantastic (: As she said, I'll be writing the next chapter as Roxas, so look forward to that! Reviews are appreciated~

Sheets clung to me, sweat like glue as I pried them off with a irritated tug. The room was silent in all it's glory, the faint glow of the sun's first rays cascading against my skin and into my eyes. The sun could be a real bastard sometimes. I turned my body away from the window, arm stretching out to cradle- nothing.

Marluxia was already up.

Strange, seeing as the man seemed to care deeply about his beauty sleep- which, I reminded myself, I had to comment on always in order to keep him happy. 'You don't need it Marluxia,' I would say bitterly, but his own narcissistic personality had a tendency to block out any form of sarcasm I could offer up, twisting anything and everything into praise. Aside from that, the fact that the puce haired man was up and about at this hour, had only formed questions.

"Marly?" I asked the air, the room, for him. But there was no answer, only silence. "Alright then, whatever."

I sat up, sheets encasing my waist. Dare I look? Swallowing, I peeked under the white linen, a sigh escaping my lips before I could realize what I did. Boxers. I wasn't naked, my body was clean, and Marluxia was up. It had only meant he had come home late from fucking some man, and had thought that if he woke up early, he could make it up to me by cooking breakfast before work. Lovely.

I pushed back all feelings of anger, and even the covers, scolding myself inwardly. I had to get ready to handle a room full of teenagers, and I was dreading my boyfriend? It was slightly pathetic.

It wasn't long before I was up and out of the bed, throwing on whatever I could find that gave off the impression that I was professional, but still... attractive in the same sense. I stood before the mirror, the catching glimpse of the penetrating jade gaze first, then tearing it away to observe what I had managed to put on; tightly fitted, midnight black jeans, a white button up shirt, with sleeves that cut off at the elbows, complimented by the sight of a starting green tie that matched perfectly with my eyes. God, Marluxia was rubbing off on me.

"Axeeeeeeey~! Get that gorgeous piece of ass down here and eat, before I shove these eggs down your throat!" A pleasant way to start off any morning.

"I'm coming," I replied. It wasn't a yell, but it was loud enough for him to hear from down the stairs. Maybe. I didn't exactly care at that point in time. Snatching my suitcase out from behind the door, I made my way down to greet the kitchen; the man slaving over a 'hot' stove. The only thing he would admit to being hotter than he was himself.

"Like I said, I made eggs for you. So eat up, enjoy~" His tone of voice made my stomach turn, resulting in a shake of the head.

"Mm'going to work-"

"No you're not, Axel. Not yet, anyway." His arms found my waist, his soft features nuzzling the crook of my neck as he pulled me closer to his own body. "Not until I say it's alright for you to leave."

I protested, pushing away with a sharp tug, but only to be brought back into his strong arms. Had he been working out or something? "Don't make me upset," he warned, waggling a finger in front of my narrowed eyes, "or I'll sick Larx on you."

"Please, Marly. Now, seriously. Get the fuck off. I'm tired, you cheated, we'll discuss this sometime else. When I don't have to be at work, teaching a bunch of illiterate kids proper grammar."

"I did NOT-" There was a small buzz that pressed against my pant leg, the pink haired man stopping mid sentence to cast his attention to the source. "-cheat." This was only less convincing.

My fingers caught hold of the object; a sleek cellphone. One New Message. "Who's texting you at," I checked the clock leisurely, "Six thirty in the morning, Marly?"

"No one. Gimme my phone!"

He reached.

"No."

And reached.

"Axel Pyrrhus!"

But couldn't seem to-

"Hm?"

-get it.

"Gimme my phone!" He repeated, squirming as he fought to obtain it from me. Without too much struggle, I flipped open the device to look at the screen's small writing. It clacked when it shut in between my fingers, and I slipped it into my boyfriend's pocket before heading for the door.

"Axel what did you read?" He asked harshly, venom dripping from his words. It wasn't like he didn't go through my phone every once in a while, why was this time the exception? Oh that's right- he was cheating, and I caught him.

I shrugged lightly, waving a hand carelessly in the air- not a wave of endearment, or even goodbye- just a wave. "I'll be back sometime. While I'm gone, you should invite that tramp over for some breakfast. I'm sure he'll enjoy it, just like last night. Bye, Marly. Love you."

The last two words were devoid of any emotion as I slipped out.

"Morning everyone," it always started out the same when the students finally settled into their seats, "I hope you did your reading, which I expect, is a no from the gist of you. And gist, means 'most' or 'the lot' of you, in case you were wondering."

I was usually that kind of teacher that the kids adored. The girls kissed up to me because I was young and appealing, the boys would try to get on my better side because I was pretty laid back- the teachers, who didn't necessarily approve of my teaching habits, or general manners, or clothing choices, seemed to like me none-the-less.

But today was different. I caught my 'life-partner' cheating (but let's face it, in all the years we were together, it seemed more friends-with-benefits than anything; I scratch your back, you scratch mine- or in this case, I let you sleep in a bed, you fuck me in it) and, I didn't have any coffee. Which for the lot of my years in teaching, was the only thing that kept me sane during my first two periods with the kiddies.

"Sora! What was the major conflict about Jessica's love for Lorenzo, and vice versa?"

The male perked up in his seat, bright blue eyes widening in surprise. He certainly wasn't expecting to be called by me. "Erm... that Sherlock guy, her father, uh... didn't like it?"

"Shylock, his name, was Shylock, Sora. Do you want to try again?" I raised an eyebrow, impatiently clearing my throat in the midst of the silence. He shook his head in embarrassment, cheeks reddening as he twiddled his fingers. "Alright, is there anyone who can give me a decent answer?"

My gaze shifted to the brunette's twin a row back, slightly pleading. Roxas Strife, had always been my best student. I had him in Sophomore year. Back then, he was beyond adorable, with his ocean blue eyes and his bright smile. He was still growing into himself, I remember him awkwardly walking into class the first day- finding a seat in the back so I wouldn't call on him.

Roxas, was, no is, incredibly intelligent when it came to my class. Soon enough, he was right in front, sandy blond spiked hair in my view- almost in my reach- and answering all my questions with a fixated gaze.

"Anyone?" I chimed in again. No such luck.

I always end up coming back to Roxas when I looked around the room. His usual lively eyes stared dully out the window, chin tucked in crossed arms on his desk. I couldn't bring myself to believe that this is the boy who rushed into my room, in the middle of summer school- damn the little brats who failed my course- just to tell me I was his English teacher for his Senior year.

"Mr. Pyrrhus! Mr. Pyrrhus! Guess what!"

I looked up from my papers to see a slightly winded teenager in front of my desk, in which I also noticed, my three little failures were looking up as well. "What are you doing here?" He just stood there, babbling on about how he didn't know how to find me outside of the school.

So here he was. Face flushed from obvious running, adorable smile more mature than I remembered from the first day he walked into my room. "Alright, alright. I get it, you wanted to find me. Now, what is this amazing thing I'm too lazy to guess about?"

He held out a paper- obviously his schedule for the upcoming school year- waiting for me to read it. I sat up, inching a little closer, squinting my eyes to get a good look. "And?"

"See next to English-" his finger tapped it enthusiastically, "-there's your name. Axel Pyrrhus."

""I already knew that, you idiot,""" I mutter to him, but I smiled. And he smiled back, pulling the list alway as if on cue. ""And that's why you came down?"

Roxas turned on his heel, grin plastered to his face as he went to leave. ""I just wanted to let you know, I'm happy you're my teacher. You helped me come out of my shell, Mr. Pyrrhus."" He's out the door, gone.

And I don't know why, but I suddenly wished he called me Axel again.

Why was everything so different with him now? "Fine. Everyone take out a piece of paper, and answer the previous question. You have five minutes." I pushed past the students, making my way further down the row (seeing as Roxas had chosen to occupy the back again), stopping right beside the blond, my hands finding the surface in which he was writing on.

"Roxas, you seem really distracted today," I teased jokingly, like I always did. He merely looked up, face scrunched up in annoyance. "Want to tell me why?"

"It's because of your stupid hair." Before I knew it, he was back to writing on the lined paper- in his own little bubble. I blinked, slowly removing myself from his desk. Well that wasn't what I had expected.

"Rox-"

The blond flicked the paper in my direction, "Done." With an irritated sigh, I took it, leaving the male to mope. As a teacher, I probably should have pursued my interrogation- but I knew anything I would have said would have made things much more complicated than they already were.

I peeked down at his slip as I continued collecting my other students' own, a weak smile burning my lips.

Dear Mister Pyrrhus,

Your question is vague, so the answer is vague as well. Jessica is the daughter of Shylock the Jew, therefore Jewish herself, whereas Lorenzo is a Christian. Their marriage simply wouldn't work, not to mention, Shylock would never allow it. So they run away. Woo. Because running away solves everything in life.

Roxas

p.s. Leave me alone

Sometimes, kids could really get on my nerves.

To: Marluixa

From: Axel

Going out tonight. Be home whenever

I looked up from the screen, pressing the center button; the inevitable send. I just had to get out. Away from my day life- with Marluxia, his coworkers, his students. Message sent, it beeped. I shoved it back into the depths of my pockets, running a hand through my vividly fire red locks of hair.

"ID?"

I flashed it to the man, who reminded me of a giant, orange haired brick, hastily taking it back after he was done inspecting it. My eyes caught hold of the flashing lights inside the partially opened door, now widening with the man's assistance. "...Welcome to Nocturne."

I stumbled in, neon blinding, bodies moving in tune with each other while the melody deafened their senses. But I had no desire to dance with any of the winking strangers that I passed by, at least, not entirely sober. Sliding onto an empty stool placed in front of the bar, I waited for the bartender to notice me.

"Axel?" She was the familiar blond that Marluxia had threatened him with only earlier that day. "What the hell are you doing here? Where's Marly?"

"Not here," I muttered, unbuttoning the first few circles on my shirt, as the sweat began to leak down my chest. "He's probably out fucking some guy senseless right about now. I don't know, I don't care, just give me a drink Larxene." The heat was getting unbearable. I loosened my tie, getting it torn off by the female with a glare, the jade now hiding somewhere behind the counter where she chucked it.

"No formal attire."

"You didn't have to be so rude about it, Larx," I joked, but she could easily tell I was in a horrible mood. She patted my shoulder (which felt more like a slap through the thin linen of my shirt), smirking through her teeth as she said her signature line. Scurrying off (let's face it, Larxene doesn't scurry) after my reply, she came back with a beer bottle in her hand, popping the lid triumphantly.

"There you go, buddy. Now get the fuck out there and party it up. Then go back home and kiss, and make up with Marly." Following her orders, I took a long chug before setting out for the dance floor. But all the while, the blond's favorite choice of words still rang in my mind as she 'asked' my order.

Pick your poison, Axel.