Author Notes: What? Another one!? They took my Internet away...I needed something to do...
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Story Notes: I have no clue...I'm writing as I go along...Totally AU, some characters may be OOC in certain ways...I don't care. If you don't like it, I shall now repeat one of my favourite sayings just for you: Sucks to be you! Story will definitely contain shounen-ai, yaoi and whatever else I wanna put in it. I might just write a chapter that contains nothing but a tomato! Granted it'll be a boring chapter, but you're gonna want one now ain't you?
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Glory
Act.1: For Love.
He was that boy in the class that sat near the back. Not quite the back; that was for the students that had no intention of ever learning anything, but almost the back. To the left of the door, across from the clock, next to the window at the edge of the room. He was no amazing student, nowhere near the level of over-achiever. He was just there.
Every day of the school week.
Monday to Friday.
January to December and every month in between.
He didn't stand out in the crowd, nor was he forgotten at the wayside. He didn't present himself as a leader, but he didn't exactly follow either. He just went along with whatever was happening at the moment as if it seemed to be the best thing to do at the time. Maybe it was for him, no one ever thought to ask about it.
It was Thursday, that definitive day before the last day of the week, but situated at such a place that it was a mind numbing day that should have been eradicated from the calender. It was also at that time of day that too should be removed. A few hours before the end of the day, one hour after lunch.
Welcome to Maths class.
A man named Luxord taught mathematics to the sixteen to seventeen year olds during this time of day on a Thursday. By 'taught' means that he encouraged the minds of the youth that were willing to learn and babbled incoherent garbage to the minds of the youth that had no idea what he was on about and was sub sequentially ignored in the process.
That boy's seat seemed to be the same in every room, in every class. He always managed to acquire a window seat on the edge of the room, no matter what classroom it happened to be.
Axel could of watched him for hours.
"Yo', Axel!" came a voice from Axel's left. "Julian wants to know if you're going to that party tomorrow!?"
Axel was lost in his own world that consisted of merely himself and that boy. The voice in the background was something inaudible whispered in the wind. However, a strategically thrown pen missile hitting him in his ear was less ignorable and head spun around to focus upon his attacker. "What!?" he snapped, annoyed over the fact his day dream had been interrupted so rudely.
Zexion sighed, rolling his eyes. "I said; Julian wants to know if you're going to that party tomorrow? Because his brother and his band are playing and he needs to tell him how many of his friends are going. You know, so he can tell his parents?"
Axel had to think on this for a few moments. After a short while and still having no idea what the lilac haired boy had said, he stared confused at him. "What?"
Eyes were rolled again. "Julian, brother, band, party," he said simply. "Memory of Xehanort are playing at the party tomorrow. Julian can't go unless some friends are going to prove to his parents that he won't get drunk. We would like to know if you are going."
There was a shrug as Axel was unsure about any party. He didn't even remember being told about any party. He knew the band though, they were pretty good. "Sure, why not?"
Zexion nodded, turning to the open workbook on his desk and scribbling a few things down.
Curious, Axel leaned over, craning his neck to see what it was that Zexion was jotting down. "So what's this party for?" he asked, sitting back in his seat as the other male glared at him and covered his writing with his arm.
"The pointless excuse for a party I do believe..." mused the other, looking over at Axel while scrunching up a piece of paper torn from his work book. With precise aim, the paper was throw at the back of the head of the boy infront. As the attacked youth rubbed the back of his head out of instinct and turned around to glare at the teen that sat behind him, Zexion grinned smugly back at him. "What's this party about?"
The youth shrugged, resting his arm on the back of his seat. "College students party; beer sex and drugs. You know the sort."
"No wonder Julian's parents are being sticks in the mud..." muttered Axel as he slumped back in his chair, arms folding across his chest.
The youth grinned. "Yeah, but you know what he's like with his older brother. I'd of thought you'd of known, aren't you sleeping with Demyx right now? He's the guitarist, or something."
As he thought about it, he did remember Demyx ranting about something about his band and a party on Friday. Some girl was hosting it for her friends or somewhere along those lines. "I'm not 'sleeping with Demyx'," protested Axel. "We're just really good friends."
There was a snigger from the youth. "I bet you moan a different tune with your ass in the air for him!"
"Hayner!" came a shout from the front of the room and each of the faces of the group at the back of the class instantly fixed upon the teacher who'd previously just been a droning noise in the background. "I would appreciate it if you would not say things like that in my classroom" Like a Mexican wave travels through a crowd, a wave of hushed giggles and sniggers washed over the class. That boy in the corner in his window seat averted his gaze from his friend that was at the forefront of the teacher's attention and moved to stare out of the window instead. "I would also like it if you apologised to Axel for such a derogative comment. I'm sure he did not like you claiming he was...homosexual"
"But Axel is sir!" came another voice somewhere in the classroom. It was that Elizabeth girl; all looks and no brains. She was waving her hand in the air as she attempted to get the teacher's attention. "He sang 'Gay Bar' in the cafeteria last week!"
Axel's head hit his desk, and he banged it repeatedly as the blonde bimbo of a human once again spoke of the 'dare' that Seifer had put him up to last week. Axel was never one to turn down a good dare, and with Seifer egging him on, there was no way he could turn away. The 'leader of the Disciplinary Committee' even gave a formal announcement that Axel would be singing for everyone's 'enjoyment'. There was no way he could of walked away after that.
Luxord sighed. "Elizabeth, one does not determine his or her sexual preference by being a fool in the school cafeteria," he explained to her. He'd rather be teaching mathematics than talking to a class full of hormonal teenagers about sexuality, or being total fools, both seemed about the same. Axel was involved in the conversation, so either could be true.
"But then he grabbed Seifer and kissed him!" she shouted, furthering Axel's embarrassment. She had no idea it was all fake and Axel had received a rather painful gut-punch from the male that had started it all. But now at least Seifer had also acquired the 'gay label' that was given to certain students at Twilight High. The Disciplinary Committee lost all of its high status because of its front man now baring the 'gay' tag. "He also hangs out with gays! I've seen him outside of school!"
Even Zexion was covering his face with his hand as Elizabeth further dug herself into a hole that she would undoubtedly be unable to get out of without tarnishing a few more reputations. He was trying his best not to burst out laughing at her.
Luxord was getting rather aggravated by now. "Elizabeth, who a person chooses to be friends with also does not determine their sexual preference. Now can we please drop the subject and return to learning about triangles?"
Pouting, she silenced and stared at her workbook after Luxord's stern words finally hit home. If she had kept up there could have been the threat of detention, and she would rather not tarnish her popular reputation by getting a detention from what was seen as a 'laid back' teacher. If one didn't want to learn, Luxord did not force them. He rarely ever handed out detentions and only really focused his attention on the students that were willing to learn. He took his chances, but he was the kind of gambling man. Not to mention the students seemed to like him.
Once the class was settled again and the majority of the students were working once again, Hayner turned around in his seat to look at the youth who's face was almost as bright as his hair. "Look, sorry..."
Axel merely snorted, eyes cast elsewhere to further prove the point that he was ignoring the other male. Pen held loosely in his hand, it scrawled along the page, doodling messy scribbles over the paper.
Zexion glanced over and sighed heavily. "I don't think your apology is going to be accepted any time soon, Hayer," he explained.
"You're friends with Roxas, right?" Axel asked, prying his eyes away from the object of his desire to the object of his current disdain.
Confused at such a strange question, Hayner nodded slightly. "Yeah...Why?"
"He's pretty..." he replied dreamily, head slumping onto his desk, green eyes watching the youth whom sat across from him.
Trying not to laugh, Hayner looked over at his spiky blond friend and sniggered. "He won't go for you in a million years. Roxas has taste,"
Zexion chuckled. "Like that would put Axel off. Stalking is just another way of saying: 'I love you'."
"Thanks for the support," murmured Axel, his eyes still watching Roxas work on whatever it was Luxord had set for the class to get on with.
Zexion smirked slyly. "My pleasure," Grinning almost evilly, he turned to Hayner, plots and plans forming in his head already. "Is Roxas going to that party tomorrow?"
Thinking on it, Hayner nodded. "Yeah. At least I think so. Olette has been saying that she wants him to take her. She also keep complaining to me about why Roxas hasn't asked her out yet"
Axel groaned at the sound of Hayner's words and buried his head in his arms. "My world has no meaning..." he whined.
"Oh shut up," said Zexion, reaching over and smacking Axel across the back of his head while Luxord wasn't looking. It was five minutes till the bell would ring anyway, so the teacher wasn't paying much attention to his class any longer and was more focused on preparing for the next class to follow. "Why don't you just try talking to the boy?"
"Because he has a girlfriend," complained Axel from somewhere within the nest of his folded arms.
Hayner turned back to begin packing his thinks away in anticipation of the bell while laughing to himself. Zexion just sighed and instead of using his hand, hit the love-sick puppy with his workbook instead. This, Luxord saw, but instead of incurring more useless conversations with the lesser intelligent students of his class, the bell rang and they all began packing their things away and before he even had chance to dismiss them, many were getting up to leave.
Axel was rubbing his head while stuffing things with his other hand into his bag. "You didn't have to hit me," he complained to Zexion, whom by now was all packed and ready to leave for his next lesson.
"I had to, else you'd turn into a whiny love-sick girl," he explained smugly. "I cannot put up with love-sick girls, so I hit you to give you a boost of masculinity"
Hayner overheard and laughed. "Axel's a fairy. No amount of boosting his masculinity ill ever change that"
The red head sneered at Hayner as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Better watch your words, Blondie. I might just start coming onto you"
Hayner scrunched up his face, and with a long and drawn out 'eww' left the classroom with a chuckling Axel and Zexion behind him.
Axel however, was reluctant to move far away from the classroom, and patting Zexion on the shoulder, turned back to wait for a certain someone to leave the room. Leaning against the wall, that boy walked out, eyes cast to the ground and watching his feet. Only a tap to his shoulder pulled him out of his own reality, and bright blue eyes looked up to the taller, older male. Whatever he was saying to him went unheard.
There was the soft and almost quiet sound of music in the air, and Roxas was looking confused at him while he spoke. Green eyes drifted to the teen's ears, soon spotting a pair of almost well hidden headphones pushed into his ears. With one hand, Axel motioned to his own ear, hoping that Roxas would get the message.
"What?" Roxas asked, pulling the plugs from his ears and letting them dangle from the neck of his shirt; the wire deftly hidden behind the fabric of his clothes. How most of his teachers didn't notice that Roxas listened to music was beyond him, but he didn't complain.
Axel smiled brightly at him. "Are you going to that party tomorrow night?" he asked, having to rush to Roxas' side since the teen had decided to walk to his next lesson.
The spiky haired boy shrugged. "Why?" he asked.
"Well, er...You see..." Trying to think fast on his feet was not Axel's speciality, and receiving almost complete blank emotion from his current obsession in life was making it even harder for him to think straight. "Julian needs to know so he can tell his parents and something..." Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he looked to the figure beside him and received almost no reaction from him.
"Yes," he said simply, slipping one of the earphones into his ear.
"Er, 'yes' what?"
Roxas sighed heavily, turned and looked up at the other. "Yes I'm going. Now are you going to quit staring at me like some moron?"
Axel swallowed hard at the lump in his throat. "I don't stare at you"
Blue eyes were rolled at the taller male. "Yes you do. I see you doing it all the time. Hayner even tells me you stare at me. You're like some perverted stalker, I'm surprised it's taken you so long to even bother talking to me,"
Such harsh words coming from such an angelic looking creature seemed to cause Axel's heart to break like an architect sculpting with bad rock. "I'm not a stalker,"
Again, blue eyes were rolled at him. "So why do you stare at me?" he asked.
Once more forced to think fast, Axel's hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I...um...like you..." he admitted.
This brought a smile from the blond. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pen and held out his other hand. "Give me your hand," he ordered.
Unsure and wary, Axel slowly offered his hand for the other teenager, and it was quickly snatched up with a firm grip. Using the pen, Roxas wrote a number onto the back of Axel's palm, then let it slip away once he'd finished. Holding up his hand to his face, Axel curiously inspected the number which appeared to be something along the lines of a phone number.
There was an almost impish grin on the blond's face now, replacing the blank and expressionless mask he'd previously been wearing. "Give me a call sometime," he said, before turning and walking off down the corridor, pushing the other earphone into his ear as he went and leaving a dumbstruck Axel behind in his wake.
Staring at the ink on his pale skin, Axel almost couldn't believe what had just happened to him. When it finally had chance to sink in, joy washed over him and carried him away on the raging tide. Shouting an exclamation of glee, he turned and trotted after Zexion to present his prize to him while vowing to never wash his left hand again, or at least amputate it and have it framed. It wasn't like he was in desperate need of his left hand anyway.
Meanwhile, that boy that sat near the back of the classroom, to the left of the door, across from the clock, next to the window at the edge of the room headed to his own classroom with a smug grin on his face and thought about the redhead that sat right at the back, near the middle of the room, three rows left of the door. The boy that was far from a model student, one of the students that had almost no intention of ever learning anything.
Roxas could of thought about him for hours.
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Author's Notes: I have no idea where this is going. Enjoy my random brain...
