AN: Basically, I'm doing the '100 fanfics' challenge to pass the Summer. Not that I'll stick to it but it does give me a creative outlet which I sometimes so desperately need.
So I'm still stuck in a phase of adoration for Roxas & Co. being rich heirs and what not. I've removed Black and Gold and decided to stick it in here. I've fallen in love with the whole premise of rich family in NY with...deranged kids. And after risokura's 'Inertia Creeps' (GO READ IT), the idea of Roxas as a celebrity wild child makes me shiver in AU delight.
One thing; this isn't a coherent story. These are all essentially oneshots based around the same AU; I have commitment issues regarding multi-chaptered stories.
Disclaimer: I nearly forgot to put this in. They would sue my asses at the first oppurtunity. DX I don't own Axel, Roxas or any other rapeable characters and I guess the non rapeable ones too. They're Nomura's boys XD
#1:Beginnings
Every troublesome duo has to begin somewhere, right?
No one had ever bothered to question how the friendship between Axel Ramirez and Roxas Strife came about; the fact that the two had been friends for as long as any gossip column could remember made their relationship a substantial fact. It was a given. Their relationship could be related to tomato and basil or peanut butter and jelly; you just couldn't have one without the other. Most of the time, that is.
Many had tried to hazard a guess as to how they met, the most popular and accepted theory being that Roxas had been spotted at one of Organization XIII's concerts in the city and Axel requested the blonde's pleasure backstage. Although this differed depending on your preference of trashy magazine: some say Roxas demanded backstage access to meet the band while others say that while Roxas was escorted out through the back door, he bumped into Axel and they hit it off straight away.
So, during one particularly boring rainy afternoon, both boys were found sprawled across plush sofas in one of many of the Strife's entertainment rooms where an old Gullwing concert played in the background. Axel had taken to stealing a collection of newspapers and magazines that were always placed by the butler in the morning but usually ignored by the family (apart from the business section for Roxas' father, of course) and was casually flicking through them with disinterest. Roxas was on his back with his arm slung over his eyes and lazily replied each time Axel made a passing comment.
A long period of silence was then broken by Axel, "Hmmm..."
Roxas thought about not replying but then realised Axel demanded a response, "What?"
"Well, Dive were saying how we both first met at one of the Organization concerts and you just had to come say hello because you were so enamoured with my awesome skills," Axel said with a grin.
"Well that's definitely not right."
"And I thought to myself 'that's not right'," Roxas sighed. This was going to be as interesting as the build up of dust on his plasma TV but he didn't have the energy to retort to Axel's dithering tales, "But then, Trinity were saying the same but that you demanded backstage access. And so I thought 'that isn't right again'. And so now, I'm wondering, how did we meet?"
There was a pause from Axel and Roxas mulled the question over in his head before replying, "Well it was when Cloud had his birthday party here and he asked you guys to play. You got lost trying to find a bathroom and ended up strolling into the west wing and denied any help from the staff. Then you couldn't understand our automatic toilets..."
Axel let out a low chuckle but then stopped abruptly, "Now wait a minute. I saw you at the Hades Awards and we talked then."
"Yes, but when was that? After the party. So, shut up, I'm right."
"Ah, but you seem to have forgotten that I wore my award outfit to the party because it was pretty snazzy. I ended up wrecking the silver shirt at it though..." Axel trailed off as he struggled to remember what happened that night.
Roxas sat up to stare at Axel defiantly, "Axel, don't be stupid. You wore a bathrobe to the party, it was a costume party."
"Nuh uh. I left wearing a bathrobe. Your father's bathrobe, to be precise."
"How could you have possibly taken my dad's bathrobe?!"
Axel's face widened as he grinned, "Well you see, it all started at 1am that night. I found your mom on the balcony and she had mojitos and you know how hot your mom is and you can't deny two star-crossed lovers. I couldn't find my clothes afterwards so she gave me your dad's bathro-" Axel was cut off by a face full of pillow.
While Roxas started berating Axel for referring to his mother in a sexual way, both had failed to realise that they were both utterly wrong about their initial meeting.
It had all started on a crisp Fall's evening.
"What are these fashion rejects doing at my table?" Roxas said loudly as he approached a seated table, bypassing a bewildered maître d' who was now spewing frantic instructions in a foreign language. While Roxas tended to refrain from obnoxious celebrity behaviour that other amateurs usually exhibited, this rule was promptly ignored when it came to his favourite table in his favourite restaurant. Around said table were seated 4 men, each with a hair style more ridiculous than the next he gauged with glaring eyes.
"Excuse me?" an incredulous voice drawled. Roxas' eyes snapped to green ones but quickly made their way up to survey the blazing red disaster atop his head. His hair was the most ridiculous in the group, "Fashion reject?"
"Please, Hot Topic faded out years ago," Roxas scoffed in reference to their all black outfits.
"Says the preteen who bought their identity there," the redhead spat back quickly as he eyed his attire up and down. Roxas only allowed his mouth to fall open a millimetre, he didn't want to appear weak in front of a jackass and now that they were making a scene, the entire restaurant was watching.
"Axel!" a man wearing a white muscle shirt to the right of Roxas grunted, "Don't be makin' any scenes!"
"The man's right, Roxas," Namine had placed her hand gently on Roxas' arm only for it to be whipped away.
"Well, that disaster on your head? You may want to return it to the wilderness."
Axel's eyes flickered up before staring intently at Roxas. Sliding out of his seat, he stood to reveal his full height and in Roxas' defence, he only shuffled back enough to crush Namine's toes. "You're a funny little guy. I didn't realise the maître d' let in preteens," Axel had sneered as he looked down at Roxas. Meanwhile, Namine and the remaining three that were seated around the table simultaneously held their heads in their hands.
"I didn't realise he let in morons. You're at my table. Move."
"Says who?" Axel challenged.
"Roxas Strife."
"Oh, of course, Mr Strife," Axel lurched forward into a dramatic bow, "Please. Let me go fetch a few Yellow Pages for you to sit on. Don't want your chin swimming in the soup now, do we? Excuse me!" Axel beckoned a young waitress forward with his finger.
Roxas crossed his arms angrily as he watched the waitress. She was completely bewildered and was torn between inching forward or staying put. Her lip then jutted out as she stared at the maître d' who was pulling his hair out and she was almost ready to cry until, "Save it. We're leaving."
"B-b-b-uh...Mr Strife!" the maître d' called out in desperation as Roxas stormed out.
Roxas turned around when he reached the front entrance and the maître d' flinched, "Tell Mr. Gabbiani that he shall be searching for a new investor tonight," Roxas said calmly as he collected his coat then walked through the open door. Namine watched Roxas push his way past a group of people and winced as she saw the state of the maître d'.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized while holding his hands softly, "But there's nothing we can do."
The maître d's face dropped and his eyes became wide, "Mr. Gabbiani will execute me. Lavishly."
Namine let her eyes travel to what was their Usual Spot. She saw Axel sit down and hold his hand up for a high five from the blonde and noticed what she presumed to be their manager shaking his head, "I know. Perhaps secure some funding from your new favourite customers?" she hinted.
