Letting it go to Your Head
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: The KH characters are not mine or any other related material; just this fic for entertainment's sake.

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"Name: Axel
Age: 22
Blood Type: O+
Body type: Lean build and thin
Fav. Music: His own
Fav. Food: Anything Mexican
Temper: Fiery
Profession: Musician: Vocalist/lyricist
Dislikes: Anyone who tells him what he can't do. Anchovies.
Fav Colors: Black, red, green, orange, gray, white."

Axel smirked at the magazine article and tossed it aside. He crossed his legs up on his black leather love seat staring up at a poster of his band taped to the ceiling.

Axel heard steps coming his way and sure enough the door to his quarters opened to reveal a boy in a tux. "Afternoon, can I get you anything?"

Axel rolled his eyes. "Enough with the formality, it's really not worth it."

The boy in the doorway merely gave a small bow and repeated his earlier question. Axel sighed. This was Roxas, the new kid who'd been hired to tend to the super star's every beck and call.

Axel shrugged. "Well, I could use an unbiased opinion on the new lyrics I've been working on. Think you could help me out?"

The boy crossed the room standing before Axel on the love seat. Axel rose lazily and shuffled over to the desk against the opposite wall and swiped a few loose pages that had rested there. He carried them back over to the love seat and plopped down leaving room for the blond to take a seat next to him.

Roxas was about a foot shorter than Axel with big blue eyes that rarely showed any emotion, a straight and porcelain face, his hair was spiked and his frame was thin. Of course the tux was all the more slimming. Axel generally didn't like the idea of a uniform or even someone to serve him, but the kid had been running low on job offers and needed the job desperately thanks to the crappy economy. It always shocked the vocalist how Roxas could always hold his mask in place. Despite Axel's constant attempts to invite the kid to feel at ease, he hadn't warmed up in the slightest.

"Here, tell me what you think."

The page read:

"Another Day, Another Disaster"

An old relic falling to the ground
Another heart's been broken
And the culprit can't be found
It was me…

Funny how we fight to love but love to fight
Can this truly be our future?

It's another day and another disaster …
All over again
It's my fault again
And I don't even want to say sorry
I know you wont hear me anyway

chorus 1

Call me wicked, call me cruel
You're not lyin', it's all true
disturber of the peace is what you say
And all I want to do is turn to run away

chorus 2

Another day, another disaster
I wish I could have realized faster
Another day, another disaster
This ice is growing thin
It wont be long before I fall in

Could you ever forgive a clutz?
I know sorry wont cut it but I'm beggin'
I admit I've been wrong, oh so wrong
One more chance, that's all I ask!

Chorus 1
chorus 2

End song

Roxas trained his eyes to the lyrics reading slowly and once he reached the end looked up at Axel meeting his eyes,
"I like it."

Axel smirked, "Now you're not just saying that, right? I need constructive criticism. Don't worry, I won't bite."

"No really, I like it."

Axel searched the boy's eyes for a hint of a bluff but there was none. He gave a chuckle.

"Well then, that's good to know. Hopefully all the fans will be as optimistic as you are."

Roxas nodded and arose from the seat giving a small bow. "If that's all sir, I have the others to attend to."

"For the love of all things good and holy! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me "sir"? Call me Axel, please!"

Roxas bowed again and left the room closing the door carefully behind himself. Axel stared after the boy in awe. How could anyone be so mysterious? The kid looked no more than 19, but who knew what made him the way he was. Axel shrugged it off and lay back reinstating his stare to the poster on the ceiling. He scanned the flaming letters at the top that read: "Flaming Paradox". He saw the faces of Drew, Yuki, Elam and Bree. In order respectively, the guitarist, the drummer, the keyboardist and the bassist. All of them were close friends of Axel's since childhood. They'd just put the band together and hit some notes that went off the charts and bang they were signing a record deal. The sales went off the charts and "Flaming Paradox" became a success. They were classified under a punk rock label always famous for their unique style in both music as well as dress. They were influenced by the Visual Kei style Japanese singers were so renowned for as well as a little British punk.

The band was pretty complete with the personality package: Drew was by far the most outgoing. He was charismatic, congenial, outgoing to a fault, unpredictable and over confident. Yuki was always her very own person. She was quiet generally but put her all into her playing. She stood out on stage for her enthusiasm on the electric piano. She came from Japan originally and her style reflected it in all kinds of crazy combinations and make-up jobs done by professional stylists brought in especially from Japan to suit her taste. She was spoiled, but she wasn't a brat.

Elam was the quiet and mysterious drummer. He had a few tattoos down his arms, a lip piercing, and multiple ear piercings on the left ear all the way up the lobe to the cartilage. He wore short copper brown hair with thick golden highlights in the bangs only. He generally had one eye covered in the emo look but with an obvious fashion sense.

Bree was the confident and aggressive American hottie that took the cake for most hormonal boy fans. She was sexy, usually wore black lip stick and netting shirts with tight jeans with a nose piercing. She was thin but strong. Messing with her was unwise to any gender. She had taken martial arts and knew how to pack a punch as well as how to aim just right. She was infamous for her gum chewing.

And then there was Axel. The closet romantic that had a way with words; he could bend them to transmit the message just right. He was also known for his charisma and congeniality. However he had a fiery temper which made for exuberant stage-presence. He was aesthetically eye-catching with long flaming red hair and a tattooed inverted tear drop under each eye. He was adored by fans for his incredible voice and his lyrics.

It had been a year since Flaming Paradox had hit the charts and become successful, but fame comes with a high price… The group was starting to split. There was an obvious divide caused by shattering jealousy and covetous natures at war. Axel was always the center of attention as the vocalist whereas the others hardly got their moment in the limelight. Pay checks were uneven and the fan bases became a race for each member to win.

Axel sighed and rolled over on the love seat. Why did destiny always have to divide something that started out as amazing? He felt the heat rising in his chest and snapped his teeth over his bottom lip drawing droplets of blood.

"This isn't what we wanted…"

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First Chapter is done :D

Demon Ninja!