Summary: "Wait, wait, WAIT. Just halt on that point, Roxas," Axel stopped the blonde-haired boy, his piercing green eyes practically glaring, or laughing; Roxas couldn't quite tell, "you were saved from a gangster by that GIRL?!" Roxas x Olette! Roxette!
Hiyaaaa! I have no idea how I came up with this! Weeeeee!
Olette's eyes glazed over her unsorted pile of textbooks tiredly, as the teacher droned on, mumbling about something. Wait...what lesson was it now...? From the empty whiteboard, her half-dead brain and the teacher's ramblings, she couldn't really tell.
The brunette looked around, her bright green eyes unblinking. The class was in utter and complete chaos. Somehow, the king of the class, Roxas Strife, the eye sore to teachers and eye candy to a huge number of girls (and somewhere in the world, a certain authoress starts jumping up and down in her seat, resisting the urge to scream his name...) had decided that today would be an excellent day to declare war on almost everyone.
Roxas grinned as he crumpled up a random stray piece of paper on his desk (he'd figured it was Math homework; there was alot of space there to write something completely irrelevant to anything) and tossed it to Axel, who gleefully caught it...with his mouth.
In his muffled voice, he yelled "Wook, WOOK! 'M usim muh mo-SPAT! HEY, Demyx! I was using that!"
Demyx giggled, as he picked up the ball, before throwing it back to Roxas in disgust. "Aw, man, it's full of Axey germs!"
Olette looked behind her. Aside from herself, everyone else were either dozing off or laughing with Roxas and his gang. She looked back at the teacher, completely and blissfully unaware (or simply feigning ignorance) of the state of the class.
"Must...concentrate. Yeah, Olette, just do it..." she mumbled quickly to herself.
As she contemplated doing self-revision or listening to the teacher, Roxas was handling not one, but THREE crushed pieces of paper at once, juggling them goofily. "Okay, peeps, one for Axel," and he dropped the first ball and kicked it to Axel, "one for Demyx, and one for-!"
He kicked the ball high up, but instead of catching it, someone caught it for him, and threw it...
...right onto Olette's head. It bounced off her head seemingly harmlessly, and obviously, the girl was NOT amused.
"Gr." she growled, almost menacingly, under her breath. Roxas burst out laughing.
"Aw man, that was an AWESOME shot!"
"Way to gooooo, Roxy!"
She shoved everything into her bag and hurriedly left the room. Namine's class was starting soon, and Olette needed to return the lecture notes to her. She looked at the mass of papers on her desk, and she hastily swept them up into the crook of her arm. She'll have to sort them out later...
Not noticing the crowd at the door waiting for her, she ran out of the door, but someone grabbed her arm.
Almost instantly, Olette shut out the option of doing a judo throw to the person just to get to Namine. It was simple; just flip the person over her and she'll be done.
Olette decided to be...gentler.
She turned around, only to meet Roxas' sapphire eyes, glinting with glee.
"Y-Yes?" the brunette asked, jerking her arm away from his grasp. Roxas simply shrugged.
"Nothing. Just wanted to see if you were, you know, HURT by that reaaally bad crushed paper ball..." the boy whispered, audible enough to those around him. He pouted innocently at her, "so you'll forgive mean ol' Roxas, hmmm?"
At that, the crowd started to crack up in laughter. Olette glared at the blonde, evil and somewhat sadistic thoughts coursing through her brain. She could simply give him a kick in his happy place; that wouldn't be so hard, seeing that it was within her kicking range. Or maybe, just maybe, a twist of the arm. She could grab it; it was so simple.
Roxas must have noticed her focus falter, because while Olette was contemplating her actions, he had 'accidentally' swept away her papers. They flew in all directions like confetti, and the crowd laughed hysterically again.
"Oh, dear, you'll have to forgive me for that, too!" he chortled, pursing his lips. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the audience dispersed, and Roxas, Axel and Demyx headed off to their next class, leaving a distraught Olette, standing in the midst of her papers.
"You'll get it one day, Roxas Strife."
"Yo, Roxas, that was an awesome meal, man. You should treat us more often; with that huge wallet of yours and that booming business your dad has, it shouldn't be a problem, no?" Axel suggested, patting his blonde friend on the back, as the three ate their own sea-salt ice creams, courtesy of Roxas, of course.
"Yeah, Roxey, I like ice cream!" Demyx chimed in happily, his face beaming with innocence as he took another mouthful of his ice cream, and licking his lips tastily.
"Yeah, yeah, I will," Roxas muttered, "so, see you guys tomorrow!" he yelled out to the redhead and then to Demyx, grinning.
As the three parted ways, Roxas stretched and breathed in the evening air, before disposing his ice cream stick. He took a cursory glance at his watch, and he almost jumped. "Crap, I was supposed to be home an hour ago!"
Groaning, he sprinted to the bus-stop, where the last bus for the day had just driven off.
Without him.
"No, NO! Dammit, why now?!" Roxas cursed under his breath, and he stomped his foot in anger, causing some high school girls nearby to blush and giggle at his cute reaction. He took a moment to flick his hair casually, which caused an eruption of words between them, before racing down the street.
He stopped, and panting to catch his breath, he glanced at his watch, and then he glanced sideways to see the dark little alley. It was a simple shortcut back to his house, but rumours had spread about the alley; that someone was murdered there, and that it was the hang-out for notorious and nocturnal gangs.
His sapphire eyes glazed down to his watch; he was an hour late from school and in a couple of minutes, his private tutor would be there, impatiently waiting for his arrival. Staring up at the crimson sky, he gave a nonchalant shrug. "What's the worst that could possibly happen...?"
"Olette! Hey, er, can you come on over to my place now? My mum baked some cupcakes, and she has quite a lot left. You could...give 'em to your brothers, or something!" Namine cooed over the phone, her bright voice resonating into Olette's ear.
"Well, Namine..."
She looked cautiously at her mother, who gave a slight smile and a nod, before coughing violently once again. Olette grimaced; could she really leave her mother in that state...?
"Go on." her mother whispered hoarsely.
Olette looked at her mother worriedly, and then at her step-brothers, before sighing. "I'll be right there. Just give me...ten minu-"
"Can't. You have to get here fast. Dad may decide to devour everything, and you know how he is with sweets... Hey, just take the shortcut to my place! It's just a while, and besides, if anyone comes to touch you or anything, you can just kick 'em!" Namine chirped merrily, beaming into the phone, and she gave a wary glance in her father's direction.
Olette nodded her head, and soon, she hung up the phone. Looking outside, she shivered involuntarily. "Why do I have this feeling something bad's gonna happen...?"
Shit.
Roxas Strife gulped uneasily at the area. He noticed a few shadows lurking nearby, and he didn't want to provoke them. No, not at all.
"I-It's okay, man, get a gr- WOAH!" he took a step too far behind, only to trip over a metal bin. The contents of the dustbin spewed out, and Roxas scrambled to his feet. Shakingly, he stood up, and started walking.
The sky was already a pitch dark. Aside from a small lamppost illuminating the alley, there was absolutely pure darkness around him.
"Dammit," he hissed under his breath, and he kicked a stray can out of his path. It flew, and was about to hit the wall, but unexpectedly, a huge hand caught it. Appearing out of almost nowhere, the burly man stood up. The dim moonlight gave his scarred face an eerie look.
"Hello, kid." the man muttered, before completely eradicating the can with his bare hand. He grinned at Roxas, who turned pale, "and you're Strife's kid, aren't ya?"
Roxas groaned in pain, as the man pushed him to a wall, his hand tightly clutching the boy's wrist. "G-Get lost!" he stammered, and he sounded more like he was pleading than actually threatening.
The burly man roared with laughter. "Not until I empty your entire wallet!"
What was that?
Olette's ears pricked up, and the girl's eyes darted around uneasily. She heard something; yet she could'nt see anyt-
Wait.
A scream.
A mass of blonde hair.
The brunette jumped. Steathily, she crept to where she had presumably saw someone.
"Go AWAY!" Roxas yelled, completely oblivious to Olette's presence. He was shaking, and his nose was bleeding. Pathetically, he tried to reach for his nose to clean up the blood that was soon sinking into his mouth, but the gangster slammed his arm harder into the brick wall, causing Roxas to yelp out in pain.
Olette shook her head. Should she save him, or join the gangster in torturing him? She looked around, and sighed deeply. There was no one, absolutely no one who could save Roxas aside from herself.
"Hey, thug!" the girl called out, as she emerged from her hiding place, "pick on people your size!"
"O-OLETTE?!"
The gangster's eyebrow arched up in amusement. "You, a GIRL, standing up to ME? Ohoho, no way, man. I mean-"
Olette slowly, steadily got into her usual fighting stance. Roxas nearly burst out laughing. "YOU'RE GONNA SAVE ME? Aw, no way! You're a GIRL!" and he looked at his captor, and they both started laughing...
...until Olette delivered a kick to the man's chest, causing him to spurt out some saliva.
Taking the opportunity, the brunette grabbed his arm, and slammed him into the wall, right next to Roxas, who was immediately released from the thug's clutches. "Hooooly crap."
Olette dusted her palms dutifully, as she rolled her eyes. She nudged the now unconscious man with her foot gently, causing him to groan loudly. And then, she glared at Roxas.
"Point proven; you boys are weak."
Roxas' eyes widened as he finished narrating the entire series of events, leaving Axel and Demyx to gawk in shock.
"Roxas, were you BRAINWASHED or something?" Demyx queried, knocking Roxas' head teasingly with his knuckles. The blonde shoved his hand away, huffing in anger.
"It's true! Really, and SERIOUSLY! Sh-" Roxas was abruptly cut off by Axel, with his eyes closed, trying to figure out the rationale behind the whole fiasco.
"Wait, wait, WAIT. Just halt on that point, Roxas," Axel stopped the blonde-haired boy, his piercing green eyes practically glaring, or laughing; Roxas couldn't quite tell, "you were saved from a gangster by that GIRL?!"
"Y-YEAH!" Roxas blurted out, blushing madly.
Axel looked at him incredulously. "You're kidding, right? 'Cause if it's a joke, it's funny. But if it's not a joke..." he trailed off, as a grin escaped his lips, "...then it's HILARIOUSLY GENIUS JOKE, DUDE! I mean, what could a nerdy girl do?"
Roxas looked at him, his face serious, and right in his eyes. "You have no idea."
Yeah...hope it's good ^.^ R&R!