You know what, muse? Fuck you. I have exams in a day, and I originally meant this to be a oneshot, but nooooooooooo you had to go and screw everything up by activating my brain too much and making me think that this would work much better as a multi-chapter. You're a bastard and I hate you.

No, muse, wait come back! I NEED YOU TO FINISH THIS FUCKING STORY YOU TOOL.

So, as you may have noticed, I did not plan this. This was like an unwanted pregnancy. Except I can't get rid of it. Woe is me.

Another AkuRoku you say? Where is the SMO update? THOSE ARE VERY GOOD... QUESTIONS. SMO is NOT on hiatus, I'm just in the process of building up chapters to post during my HSC so I don't freak out too much. And yes, this is another AR.

But you know what? This multichapter might JUST be melded into a oneshot later on in life. But I am not the calibre of writer who can sustain a month-long storyline in a oneshot, such as other writers on here. So these chapters are going to be short, span a couple of days of story each, and they are probably going to come in a mixture of frequencies... such as, I've written almost five chapters, and will aim to finish the rest in the week after my trials, and then post them all in one day. So BE PREPARED.

Reason for titling will be explained in later chapters. Pairings are: AkuRoku, Zemyx (I know, I don't understand it either), HaynerSeifer, CloudReno, VincentCid, MarVex, RikuSora... more, probably, but that's all I can think of.

Chapter One

One week after breaking up with Olette on good terms, Roxas found himself at an outdoor concert for Underground, a mixed-genre band who specialised in covers of... well, pretty much everything. The stage was set up on one of the many grassy hills topping the cliffs of Twilight Town, with the sunset behind it.

The concert was fairly crowded, which was only appropriate for a well-known band returning home for a play in front of the locals.

Underground was the band which had been originally formed in Twilight Town, with Roxas' cousin, Demyx, being the first to suggest to his boyfriend that they should start a band. Now, almost six years later, they were back in town, completely new to the world in which they had grown up in.

Demyx was the lead guitarist, his dirty-blonde hair cut into a spiky mullet. He was wearing an electric blue T shirt, navy skinny jeans and silver sneakers, which matched his silver Ibanez half-hollow electric guitar. The guitar was his life, given to him by his parents when he was seventeen. It was classic.

Roxas didn't know the pink-haired man on the drums, his dark cerise locks either a statement to his already-obvious homosexuality, or a statement that he didn't care what other people thought of him.

Roxas doubted the latter.

Zexion, the second guitarist, had slate grey hair, straight down his shoulders, and was the second original member. In fact, he'd been Demyx's boyfriend since they were eighteen. Absolutely no one saw that one coming. His guitar was a black, jagged, Jackson Kelly, which went with his black clothing, snake bites and eyebrow bar. He was emo punk - no one could understand how a guy like that could end up with someone like Demyx.

There was something missing, though. The concert hadn't even started, and Roxas was watching Demyx tune his guitar, drinking in the erratic notes coming from it. But there was definitely something missing.

This 'something' came through the wings, the long neck of a bass guitar preceding the tall man holding it. At first, Roxas couldn't see his face, since his back was to the crowd. The bass guitar was kelly green, solid, matching a worn singlet draped over pale, muscled shoulders, translucent from hard wear. Black skinny jeans, red Converse.

And red hair, spiking in all directions. Not the normal red, though. It was crimson, with streaks of a darker red, the colour of dried blood, all through it. The lights on the stage only illuminated the unique colours.

And then he turned around.

'Oh God,' Roxas thought.

The tall redhead's face was even more unique than the rest of him. Entrancing green eyes set beneath thin eyebrows, full red lips, small nose, angular jaw, and — the most interesting of all — twin diamond tattoos beneath his eyes.

Those eyes were narrowed now, almost sharp, calculating… it was at this moment that Roxas realised that the man was staring right at him. He was probably scrutinizing Roxas' face exactly the same way that Roxas had examined his.

Those eyes were piercing straight through his soul. Roxas was unable to look away.

He couldn't stop the thought that popped into his head, the desire in it so shocking that he scared himself: oh god, please fuck me.

This exquisite creature couldn't possibly be real. He was too… too… beautiful. He was stunning. No, he couldn't remember this man from Twilight Town… even if he'd only been eleven when Demyx and Zexion left, he would have remembered such striking features…

Roxas realised, with a start, that he had just gone gay for a complete stranger.

As he stood there, stunned, with people pressing in all around him, the redhead turned away, smirking.

As it turned out, the bass player was also the lead singer. Demyx surrendered the position behind the mic to the redhead, who took it up immediately.

"Helloooooooo, Twilight Town!" He yelled into the microphone. The speakers didn't even whine in protest."You don't know me, but I'm sure you recognise a couple of members, our original duo, Demyx and Zexion!" At this he gestured to each of the said 'duo', clearly indicating which one was which for all the stupid people, not just coasting over them with a lazy arm like so many other people did.

"On the drums we have Marluxia, the peppy peacock - note the cock, everyone, this dude only looks like a lady - and then you have me… Axel."

Most people just cheered because of the impromptu concert which supplied the town with a different kind of entertainment, but Roxas let out a cheer for Demyx and Zexion, and also for finding out the name of the subject of his random infatuation.

"Axel," he murmured, the name rolling off his tongue. Then the band began to play Hotel California, and it was all about the music once more.

When the concert came to an end three hours later, Axel's voice was still clear and strong, his endurance impressive for a man, having covered about fifteen bands ranging from the Eagles to Cher. Roxas wondered briefly if his endurance was as good in bed…

Holy crap, stop thinking about it! What is wrong with you?

Trying to shake the attraction from his head, Roxas melted through the crowd and proceeded down the hill. He would have stayed to talk to Demyx, but he didn't think he could face Axel, the redhead whose eyes saw straight through him so easily… besides, Roxas would be able to see Demyx tomorrow.

Underground was backstage. Axel was lounging on an equipment box, his fingers lightly strumming his unplugged guitar. Demyx had Zexion in his lap, and Marluxia was casually smoking a cigarette several metres away.

"Hey, Dem…" Axel muttered over his rhythmic strumming, "you have any relatives in this town?"

"Yeah, my mom's sister's family lives here, even after Mom moved away," Demyx replied, instantly suspicious. "Why do you ask?"

"Just saw a kid in the crowd who looks a bit like you. You know, spiky blonde hair and such. He was eyeing me up something good."

"You mean Roxas?" Demyx scoffed, shaking his head. "Are you serious? He was eyeing you?"

"He looked like he came in his pants when he noticed I was looking at him too."

Demyx frowned. "Stay away from him, Axel."

Axel frowned as well. "How come?"

"I know you, and I know Roxas, too. You're a flamer, and he's straight. And I know what you want and what he wants. Roxas is not a quick fuck, like all the others." Demyx had become stressed during the conversation, and his arms were now uncomfortably tight around Zexion's waist. The shorter man squirmed slightly, and Demyx loosened his grip with a small sound of apology.

Meanwhile, Axel seemed to be thinking over the mini-lecture. "He's straight? Didn't seem that way to me."

"Pretty sure he is," Zexion answered, moving to straddle one of Demyx's thighs backwards so he could look Axel right in the eyes. "We came back here a few years ago without you guys, and he was with that blonde chick, wasn't he, Dem?"

"Olette," Demyx supplied. "They've been together since he was fifteen. I won't let you destroy that, Axel."

"How old is he now, then?" Axel asked, thinking hard.

"Eighteen. They've been together for three years. The whole town expects them to get married any moment now."

"Jesus. Really?" Axel couldn't imagine getting married at eighteen.

"But, Axel…" Demyx hedged, "why him?"

Axel shook his head, his hair bouncing along with the movement. "I don't even know. There's just… something about him."

"Huh. Finally found someone you're genuinely interested in and they're taken. How unfortunate," Marluxia sneered. He was normally a generally decent guy, and a demon on the drums, but when faced with Axel's general voyeurism, he could be quite nasty.

Axel didn't pay attention to him, though. His head was full to the brim with Roxas, the look in the blonde's wide blue eyes when he'd met Axel's gaze practically branded into the redhead's mind.

Underground was only in Twilight Town for a few days, scattered inside a week, since they were journeying to Traverse Town and Radiant Garden for reunions with the other band members' hometowns. Marluxia was from Traverse, and Axel came from the Garden.

Perhaps Axel could just… watch, from afar. He would obey Demyx's wishes and keep away from Roxas, and not interfere with his relationship with his girlfriend. But there was just something about Roxas that pulled Axel towards him, an irresistible force that Axel was having trouble ignoring.

So after my lovely ANGST in the foreword, all I can say now is FML. Also, fuck you again muse. No, wait, I love you. Come back.

Fuel my insanity by leaving reviews, tell me how insane I am and whether I should continue this or not! Don't tell me that I shouldn't do this during exams... I won't listen.

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