A/N: Just what it sounds like. Should all be one, continuous story, and quite a good challenge. I'll try to upload at least every other day. That's all for now. Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely characters! The creators of Kingdom Hearts do.

(500) Days of AkuRoku

If he had known that that day, and its bus ride back from work (and from yet another shift of shitty tips and pissy customers) would've marked his first encounter with Axel, Roxas would've walked all eleven-and-a-half miles home. Unfortunately, he didn't, and just seconds after the bus screeched to a halt at his Berkeley Street stop and flung open its doors, he found himself in the only open seat, next to a maniacal, grinning redhead. This man, Roxas thought, probably needed to be institutionalized. Admittedly, that was before he got to know Axel, and before he learned that said psychopath definitely needed to be institutionalized. But even then, the crooked grin plastered on the guy's face, the clown colored-hair, and the slapdash outfit (that somehow managed to include three different, moth-eaten t-shirts, one pair of dilapidated, vomit-pink shoes, and a crocheted, baby blue scarf that just looked way too uncomfortable and warm to be wearing on a summer day) gave him away. Roxas could've opted to stand and cling to one of the poles in the aisles, but he felt that that would be rude when a seat was so obviously free, and he was not a rude person (at least not openly).

Still, he rushed to pop in his earbuds before the creep could say anything to him, and, to his relief, music started playing before the stranger could try and make awkward conversation. He leaned his head back against the cheap, blue and red cushions and tried not to think of the myriad germs that such a...public vehicle probably housed. (It did, after all, carry that trademark faint scent of piss and rum that you could find on almost any city transportation.) Instead of focusing on that, he closed his eyes and let the music carry him off.

Halfway into "Caring Is Creepy," he felt something bump against his shoulder. He figured the bus had just come to a hard stop and decided, politely, to say nothing. Five seconds later something pressed up against his shoulder again. Still, Roxas remained resolute. He kept his eyes closed and started humming along to The Shins, just so the psycho next to him would at least know he was awake, and therefore aware of any unwanted touching. It seemed to work, until about a minute later, when something heavy, and furry, flopped onto his shoulder. His eyes snapped open and he saw—to his abject horror—that his freakazoid bus buddy had decided to take a nap on him.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

The psycho tensed and sprung up. "Whu? Oh. Sorry, man. Didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Roxas blushed, suddenly feeling like a gigantic asshole. "No, uh. I'm sorry I yelled. It's alright, really."

The redhead brightened up. "Really, Blondie? Good to know; you make a great pillow." After which he promptly flopped his head onto Roxas' shoulder. Again.

"Whu? What the hell? Get off, you freak!"

He snapped up again, his brows knitting. "What's wrong? Change of heart?"

"What are you talking about?" Roxas seethed.

"You just said 'it's alright, really.' Then you totally freaked out when I lied down." He paused, eyeing Roxas suspiciously. "You're not bipolar, are you?"

"What the hell-"

The redhead sniggered. "Don't you know how to say anything else?"

"What the? I-you. What is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me? I'm not the one sending mixed messages, here. One second you're all 'let's be pals' and the next thing I know you're staring at me like I'm some kinda weirdo." Before Roxas could think of a reply to that obviously flawed, obviously deranged statement, the bus pulled to a stop near his house.

"I have to go." He said, and he jumped up and sprinted off the car, red-faced and confused.

And that was how the first day went.

A/N: Heh, kinda short, I know. But I'm gonna be uploading practically every day, so there's that. Leave a review if you please, and have a great weekend.