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Lightly glossed lips pursed. "That's stupid." They opened, and the girlish voice that came out pronounced those words sceptically.
A pen then clacked softly, in a ragged beat, against those lips, the pen getting sticker with every swing. "This whole thing is stupid," the voice says, and the lips move again.
Suddenly the body owning the lips is shoved to the right, and the lips open to let the voice cry out with shock. "Ahh, guys!" said the voice. "What do you think this is?"
Laughter. "Give it up, Kairi, you know you're gonna suck."
Lips grimace. "There's no proof of that. I haven't even started yet."
"The fact that you've been sitting there for fifteen minutes and haven't started is proof, Kairi." A lower voice spoke this. The lips that opened for that voice are constantly tickled by silver hair. The lips don't like it, but they are lips, so they bare it. Just.
"Riku," whined the voice, and the lips pointed outwards while the voice dragged out the 'u'. "Sora's already being a bum. Stop being so... So right and help me out."
The lower voice sighed. "Fine. But only the start."
Kairi and Selphie Tilmitt were both very preppy for their age. Kairi was fifteen, shoulder-length red hair and large purple eyes.
Selphie was fourteen and very short for her age. Her hair was parted in the middle at the front, with a fringe somehow poking out between it all, and a long fishtail hung at the back.
Kairi hated the fishtail – she was always teasing Selphie about it, too.
They were great sisters, loved each other, hardly ever fought. They were so similar in nearly everyway. Sporty, funny, gorgeous, great at Maths, bad at English, it was all the same.
And they both loved guys.
There was this guy, Tidus, that Kairi had just before taken a liking to. He was friends with Sora, because everyone was friends with Sora, and Kairi had used that to her advantage.
She wanted to know what kind of girls Tidus liked. Sora happily did his job, but it was the results that sucked.
"Girls? Oh, yeah, I want a girl who's smart. A girl who will laugh at me when I get something wrong, and give me a hint in Math, but not enough for me to actually know the answer by then. I want someone who's accomplished something, someone makes up for everything that I'm not in life. Almost like that when we're together, our talents and strengths make us one person. Yeah... One person, sort of. It's hard to explain to a twerp like you."
Very deep words from Tidus, but their meaning was lost to Kairi. What was Tidus on about? That wasn't Kairi!
And so, that was how Kairi became determined to write a book.
Sora lay on Kairi's bed, on his back, with his feet scraping up and down the wall and his head hanging off the side. "Boring," he muttered.
Riku sighed. It had been not even a minute since they had persuaded Riku to join, and Sora was already bored.
"Sora – shut up. Kairi – focus." Riku's voice was sharp, and both of them blinked before hurriedly straightening out (in Sora's case, he just rolled over and laid attentively on his stomach).
"Now," said Riku, trying to ignore how expectantly they were both looking at him. "We need a beginning. How are we going to begin?" He looked over at Kairi, and Sora rolled back onto his back, the message that he wasn't in this conversation clear in Riku's actions.
It seemed that Kairi had gotten the message, too. She cleared her throat. "Ahem. Ah... How about Once Upon a Time? That's always good."
Sora snickered at this. "C'mon, Kairi, not even Tidus is that bad."
Kairi blushed at not only the comment, but also the mention of the blonde boy's name. "Shut up. I'm new to this."
Riku rolled his eyes. "Obviously. Now, first of all we need characters." He looked at Kairi. "Give me a name."
"Boy or girl?"
Riku started tapping the pen against Kairi's desk. This was going to be tough. But Riku lived for challenges. "Doesn't matter, just pick a random name."
Kairi pursed her lips. "Hmm... Alex."
"Axel. Perfect." The pen kept tapping.
"But I said-"
Riku sighed. "It doesn't matter what you said." Tap, tap. "I'm trying to make the names cooler; do you have a problem with that?"
The look of influence on Riku's face made Kairi gulp. "N-no, Sir."
Riku grinned. "Cool. Now," he looked over at Sora. This kid needed to be a part of it somehow. "Name." Tap, tap.
Sora cleared his throat, coming down from the clouds. "Ahh... Robert."
Riku stopped tapping. He needed to think about this. How does someone jazz up a name like Robert? After a moment's thought, it came to him. "Roxas. Good. Now let's get writing. Do you want me to start you off?"
Kairi nodded.
Riku looked down at the paper. It was now time to begin.
One sunny day in-
Once there was a-
There lived two-
Sora sighed. "This isn't working. It's obvious from look on your faces."
Riku jumped. He hadn't been aware that Sora had been standing behind him.
"Give me the pen," said the short boy, and Riku complied, just as amazed as the for-once silent Kairi in the background. Sora never really did any work around people. He aced most of his subjects, but no one had ever seen him in action.
He was especially good at English. Everyone knew, but it was sort of an unspoken thought. Mostly because it just didn't fit the agenda put with a guy like Sora.
Sitting down, Sora cleared his throat. "What's so special about these two guys?" he asked, his voice changed. It was now... Older. More in depth.
Kairi cleared her throat. "Uhm... They're beings on another world?" She knew it was stupid as soon as the words had left her mouth.
"They were friends as kids, but then got separated by a family hatred?" Sora nodded thoughtfully at Riku's idea.
"No!" cried Kairi, and both boys turned to stare at her. "How about they're gay? Because I would much rather love to write about that than anything else."
Riku rolled his eyes. Kairi was so ecchi. "Fine," he sighed. "So for it."
Sora nodded his head. "Okay. I'm on it."
In a world like this one, there isn't any room for people that are different.
If you like different things, act a different way, or like different people, then generally you are referred to as an outcast.
Roxas liked different people than all his friends. He liked boys. No one knew, not even him just yet, but he will learn it as this story unfolds.
Now, the thing about liking boys is that you must be prepared for their lack of caring to your own emotions. Especially if they come from a family like Axel's.
Axel liked different people, too. He liked the small, cute people that everyone else forgot about. The ones that they just swept their eyes over and didn't look back a second time.
But Axel looked back a second time. And then a third. And then a fourth.
Everyone knew about Axel's fetish. He didn't try to hide it. Naive, adorable people. Preferably guys, but Axel wasn't picky.
But it was when Axel's parents split that things got tricky. His father had run off at around one o'clock on a sunny Monday afternoon.
Axel knew he should have taken it as a bad omen that morning. He hated the sun. And Monday. But he hadn't, so when he got home from school, he had to pick his mother up off the floor – quite literally – as a shocked and barely aware fifteen year old boy.
But back to Roxas. He was a cute, naive little kid with an attitude he used to cover up the fact that he was barely even there in the world.
He acted tough, but underneath he just wanted to be taught. Taught how to love, how to feel, how to fill that empty void he could feel in the world somewhere.
But he wasn't going to learn any of that yet. Because it was not quite five in the morning, and Roxas was too busy yawning and rubbing his eyes to focus on all of his inner hopes and dreams.
"Whoa, Sora, you are so good at this!"
Sora came back down from where his head had gone up to. For a while it had just been him and the story. Looking back down at the piece of lined paper, he saw the familiar writing neatly written on the lines, perfectly straight.
You wouldn't think that Sora would be neat and talented at writing. You would think he was would be messy and imaginative, a little too creative – so much so that it just ended up as scribbled gibberish.
But no, he was talented. He just didn't flaunt it off to the world, like Tidus and Wakka did with their Blitz ball.
"Can I keep writing now?"
Riku and Kairi laughed. They didn't know Sora had liked writing this much. "Go for it," said Kairi. "Gets me out of writing, anyway."
While Riku glared at Kairi for that comment, Sora went back to the imaginary world, and tried to create more of a sum up to Roxas and Axel's back stories.
And while Roxas was getting out of bed and putting on a loose, cream coloured t-shirt, a seventeen year old Axel was passed out on the couch – lying in an awkward position with his legs hanging over the back of the couch, his head on the arm, and his arms both drawling over him to hang loosely on the floor.
There was a bottle of vodka on the ground, placed just underneath one of Axel's left knuckles, and it was obvious to any outsider that Axel had been holding it as he had dozed off into his uncomfortable sleep.
In any normal house, Axel's mother would have come out and jerked the poor boy off the couch, and then he would have been in trouble. But no, his mother was upstairs, just as drunk, in the arms of her girlfriend of seven months.
"I need names," Sora said, and it was obvious that Sora's head was still in with the story. "Give me his mother's name, and his mother's girlfriends name."
"Uhm... Leila and Miki."
Sora grinned. "What does Axel look like?"
It was kind of scary, Kairi decided, as she looked at Sora. He was there, physically, but he had this dazed look in his eye that made him look sort of ravenous.
Riku cleared his throat. "I drew a picture, actually, just then. Sorry that's it's so rushed – it's all I could do in ten minutes. I drew Roxas, too."
Sora took the paper, and something in his head told him that he needed to concentrate. As he looked down at the paper, he grinned. "Yes," the brunette boy said. "This is perfect. Except..."
He turned around, and leaning back, took the pencil from Riku's hand. Then leaning forward again, he put the paper on the desk and stared at the paper.
"We need to make Axel more... Unique. Hmmm... Ah! How about-" He drew one star tattoo beneath each of his eyes.
"No," said Kairi. "How about diamonds?"
Sora considered it, and looking down, saw that that matched Axel perfectly.
Erasing the stars, he replaced then with two small, shaded in diamonds, and grinned. "Perfect."
Leila looked alot like her son. So much that people normally took her to be his daughter or little sister.
Axel was tall and lean, with long spikes of cherry red hair that were constantly dyed but somehow managed to look natural on the exceptional teen. He had wide green eyes that everyone thought were adorable, but would never say because Axel was known not only for sleeping around, but also his strong backhand.
Leila had kept the natural black hair, large green eyes and pale skin that both she and Axel had bore since they were born. She liked the way she looked – but she would never stop Axel from improving himself if that was what he wanted. She was gorgeous, and was often told by men people at many different clubs.
And so, that was why they were just 'Axel' and 'Leila' to each other. And if anything, Leila was the daughter of the household. Not that Axel was that mature, either.
His thin waist, wide green eyes and flirty attitude, often had him at the attention of the girls, and even some boys.
But Axel wouldn't have any of that. He didn't want to be easy. He wanted something confusing and stupid and pointless, but hard and in all senses, rewarding.
He wanted a dark love that lasted only one night, but would be put on his long, long list of successes. He liked challenges. Anyone who seemed out of reach was seen as a floating chew toy to the dog inside of Axel.
And he would beg, jump and whine until he got that far-off person into his life, and more importantly, in his pants.
Roxas just wanted a simple love. He wanted the girl next door, the one he had known since Elementary School, and had never quite realised how pretty she was.
He had plenty of friends that were girls, and they were all equally pretty. Kairi and Selphie among them, but most of all, Namine.
"That girl you keep dreaming about?" asked Kairi, and Sora jumped.
He laughed. "Ah... Yeah." Blushing, he scratched his cheek and looked down. "It just feels like she should be in the story."
Riku was sitting on Kairi's bed, his head back and his eyes closed. "Just let him do what he wants, Kairi."
And then Kairi shocked them all. "Can I try writing?"
Sora looked sad for a second, but then he grinned. "Sure!" But still he just sat there.
"Uhm, Sora, why aren't you moving?" Kairi was getting impatient. For some reason, she really wanted to write.
Sora laughed. "Because you're leaning like, way over me I can't move a thing, let alone stand up and get out of a chair."
Kairi blushed. "Oh. Sorry."
Kairi leaned back and Sora stood up, going to join Riku by sitting on the bed. Kairi sat down in the chair, and stared at the words before her.
She had always been sort of jealous of Sora, Riku and Selphie. Selphie was good at acting, amazing, and Sora was such a talented writer. Riku could draw just about anything, but what could Kairi do?
Look good in a skirt.
Wow. Amazing.
She wanted to be good at something, or at least pass.
So, after reading what Sora had written six times, stalling, she put the tip of pen to the lined paper, and took a deep breath. "Here we go," she whispered.
Namine had blonde hair that flipped around her shoulder fashionably. Her white dress that thin straps and was a little short for Roxas' liking. She had blue eyes and a thin body. She was pretty, to say the least.
She was quiet and nice and always seemed to know when something was wrong. She-
"Ahh!" cried Kairi in frustration. "I can't do it!"
Sora slid on the bed a little more, his head touching the ground. He lifted his eyes up and saw Kairi thunking her head softly against the desk. "C'mon Kairi, it's not that hard. Read it out loud so we can hear." That was Sora's way of saying 'I want you to read it out so I can change the whole thing without having to move from this spot.'
And so Kairi read it out. After she was done, Sora looked at her, upside down, in thought. "You're actually not that bad," he told her approvingly. "Keep going."
Because Sora was upside down, Kairi couldn't figure out as easily if he meant it or if he was just saying that so he didn't have to get up. Either way, she turned back around and kept writing.
She was observant – she noticed things in Roxas, in anyone, that no one seemed to notice themselves.
Huh, thought Kairi. This whole writing thing wasn't that bad.
Namine made Roxas feel special. Not the kind of special that Roxas dreamed about, but still it was there and for now Roxas was happy with that.
Not that Roxas liked Namine. It was just that she made him feel some sort of warmth that Roxas imagined love to be like.
Still rubbing his eyes as he walked down the stairs – more tripped, actually – Roxas pushed all the complex thoughts back into that small part of his brain that was functioning at that time of the morning and let the sleepy state drag him all the way to the kitchen.
"Oh my gosh, I'm good!" cried Kairi. "Nearly as good as Sora. Why haven't I ever tried to do my English homework before?"
"Pass," said Riku quietly, and Kairi folded the page into a paper plane and sent it over. Riku caught it without hesitation and unfolded it, beginning to read. He hadn't read any of Sora's part either, so the whole story was new to him.
"You can hardly tell that the person writing has changed," commented Riku and both Sora and Kairi figured that that was all they were going to get from the silver haired boy.
"You're doing great, Kairi," grinned Sora without even reading it.
Kairi blushed. "Thanks." She turned down to her work and began to think of how the story could go.
And as she thought of the endless possibilities, she found herself finally understanding why Sora was so hooked onto this. It was so fun, coming up with your own world. You could create a whole person, all their emotions, all their own life, in a matter of minutes.
Grinning, she put pen to paper and continued.
Getting a glass of orange juice out of the fridge, Roxas sat at the counter and thought. His life was pretty normal. He had a loving Mom and Dad, he was the spoilt only child, and he had never really done anything wrong at school, so all the students and teachers loved him.
He smiled to himself as the bitterness of the orange juice made his tongue tingle sensationally. Life was good. Normal.
Well, it was until Axel came along.