Woo! Another Fanfiction! I've recently been posting a lot of my original stories on Deviant Art, so I've not been on here much. http://deadsoulmate. There's a link if you're interested.

Disclaimer: Don't own Axel and Roxas. Or Zexion of Demyx or anyone else mentioned. If I did... it'd be a BL game! Yay!

This is kinda short. I wrote it in half an hour yesterday. Enjoy!

The one thing that Roxas was certain of was that he hated Axel. No, it wasn't just hate, it was loathing. The way he'd make stupid jokes and play pranks on everybody. Well, everybody apart from Roxas, as he couldn't fail to notice. How could somebody be so immature? Okay, the time when he had written Mansex on the back of Xemnas's coat without him even realising had been funny. But no, Axel was just a stupid clown. He even looked like a clown, with wild red hair and triangles under his startlingly green eyes. Eyes that for reasons unknown to him had been driving Roxas crazy.

There was always some sort of emotion in those eyes, despite Xemnas insisting that Nobodies had no hearts and therefore could not feel emotion. Although Roxas had once overheard Zexion telling Demyx that emotion was controlled by a specific part of the brain, and was completely unrelated to the heart. Sometimes the emotion he saw in Axel's eyes was amusement, perhaps at a prank he had recently pulled off, sometimes happiness. But whenever he looked at Roxas, his eyes filled with deep sorrow, and... longing? It was a way in which Roxas had never been looked at before, and he couldn't explain it. So he had decided to hate Axel for it.

One day, Roxas confined himself in the library in Castle Oblivion, sitting on the windowsill and staring outside. He knew he would be alone; Zexion was on a mission and anyone else who might be found in the library was occupied elsewhere.

"Hey, Roxas," a voice said quietly.

Roxas jumped out of his skin; he had not expected to be disturbed, much less for his disturbance to be Axel. He blushed and looked away.

"What do you want?" he murmured, refusing to look at Axel. For some reason, it hurt.

"I was thinking... we... we should be friends."

This statement surprised Roxas; he had expected that Axel would ask him with help for some cunning scheme that would probably end with magic mushrooms put into tonight's evening meal.

"It's just... oh God."

Axel stepped closer to Roxas, tilted his face upwards and pressed his lips on Roxas's. Roxas didn't know how to react to this; some crazed part of his was pleading with him to respond. But he did nothing, waiting for Axel to pull away.

"There," he said, and promptly turned around and hurried to the door. Roxas made no attempt to call him back, but a small smile had found its way onto his face, and his fingers touched the spot that Axel's lips had just left. Throughout the day, whenever their eyes met, Roxas would give a shy smile to Axel, and eventually found it returned.

He certainly didn't hate Axel any more. After time it turned into the exact opposite; Roxas was completely in love with Axel. His heart (if it was even there) ached whenever they were apart, yet Roxas allowed himself happiness with the knowledge that Axel felt exactly the same.

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