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Chapter 1 Fitting in
Knock, Knock
Axel heard the small clatter against his door and yelled from under his bed covers, "Who is it?"
"It's m...Roxas," A small, muffled voice on the other side of the door replied. Axel looked confusedly at the underside of his bed sheets. Roxas was not one of his usual visitors at this time of night. He was expecting someone along the lines of Marluxia or Vexen, but not the quiet blonde.
"Come in," Axel called again, removing the sheets from over his head, "It's unlocked."
The redhead listened to the doorknob turn and the door open slowly, all the while not moving from his comfortable position in bed. He looked up slowly, seeing the tufts of blonde hair protrude from around the fair skinned face of Roxas. It was quite an adorable sight.
"Hey," Axel called, "What's goin' on?"
Roxas looked skeptically at Axel's head poking out from under the covers and walked farther into the room, "Um...not much, I guess..."
Axel smiled at the blonde and spoke plainly, "If nothing's goin' on, then why're you here? Do you want something...?"
Roxas' eyes widened significantly when Axel mentioned wanting something. He had obviously heard about the red-head's reputation.
"N-no!" He squeaked, his eyes looking away from the skinny man beneath the sheets and his face growing red, "I...Just...I need to...talk...with someone..."
"Talk?" Axel inquired, raising an eyebrow. He knew that he could give comfort sex without hesitation, but talking with some little virgin kid seemed odd to him. He sat up and let the sheets slide off of his torso, resting his elbows on his thighs, "...About what?"
The blonde's eyes darted around the room as he spoke, obviously trying not to look at Axel's thin and battered frame, "Ugh...Just...stuff..."
"Ah, c'mon, Roxas. You gotta gimme more than that to work with," Axel sighed, still smiling. Maybe mentoring the blonde boy wouldn't be so bad after all. He patted a space on the end of the bed and spoke through a yawn, "Close the door and have a seat...Stay a while, eh...?"
Roxas obliged, closing the door lightly and sitting opposite of the red-head on the especially small twin. He looked at his gloved hands in his lap and tried to keep himself from going slack jawed. It was difficult.
"So, what're we gonna talk about, Rox?" Axel asked again, this time using a bit of force in his tone. This 'big-brother' thing might have been fun, but he didn't have all night to talk to this kid. Marluxia had worn him out.
Roxas looked up at him before pulling his gaze quickly back down to his lap, "I...I don't feel like I...fit."
"What...?" Roxas had just thrown the older man for a loop. He thought this was going to be some kind of cutesy 'What's it like?!' talk, not an emo-fest.
"I don't feel like I fit here," Roxas repeated himself, growing a bit redder as he emphasized the 'fit'. He'd been thinking about this for a while.
"What do you mean Roxas? You fit just fine. You're a Nobody just like the rest of us. We're all trying to become whole again," Axel blurted out his opinion, not expecting much opposition. Jeez, did he pick the wrong kid to assume was an idjit.
"No, I don't fit..." Roxas whispered, knitting his brow together, "Just because I'm a Nobody doesn't mean I fit. Just because I have a similar goal as the people here doesn't mean I fit...I'm younger than all of you. I'm the keyblade wielder, unlike any of you. I'm still...a friggin' virgin, which I'm sure no one else in this castle is. I don't fit, Axel..."
"Hey, now, Namine is still as pure as ever, " Axel shook a finger at Roxas before feeling the blood drain out of his face and a look of horror shoot across it, "Un-unless you know something that I don't...That girl better still be a fuckin' virgin! Oh, shit! Marly didn't rape her or anything, did he?!"
Roxas chuckled, mostly to himself when he saw Axel's reaction to the virgin comment. In truth, he'd simply forgotten she was the only snow-white-princess-of-purity left in the castle. He was, for obvious reasons, second in the running. "No, no. I just forgot about her, that's all...I'm sure Marluxia wouldn't do that ayways."
"You don't know my Marly, then," Axel said, still quite pale, as he stared as the cover still covering his lower half. After a minute of unnerving silence and creepy-rape thoughts, the red-head spoke up, "Well, um...So, you don't think that you fit because of those reasons?"
"And others, yes," Roxas replied, firmly.
"Um...Okay then..." Axel scooted down the length of the bed and looked thoughtfully at Roxas' face for a moment, "Well, as for being younger than us...so what? They could care less about age. And me and Demyx are only three years older anyways. It's not that big of a jump."
"But he's retarded."
"Well...yeah, he is..." Axel considered the point for a moment before moving on, "As for the keyblade, that's just awesome fuckin' luck, kid. Be grateful, ya know?"
"But it makes me so damned special and pampered, " Roxas stared down at his gloves again. "I hate it sometimes..."
"Let me get this straight..." Axel furrowed his brow and cocked his head in Roxas' direction, "You don't like the whole...'Don't fuck with little key-kid or we'll fuck with you' attitude that Saix and Mansex have towards you?"
Roxas shook his head and rolled his eyes. This drugged-up, oversexed pyro was getting a bit...annoying.
"Shit, kid...If I had that I'd abuse my privlages!" Axel shrieked, a little too enthusiastically.
"I'm not you, am I?" Roxas gave his curt reply, turning quickly away from the red-head and moving to the door. He had almost opened the door when he turned around, somewhat in thought, "Wait...You said 'Saix and Mansex'...Who's Mansex?"
Axel stared at the blonde for a second before bursting into hysterical laughter and throwing himself backwards onto the bed, "M-mansex...is...Xemnas...with the, ah...Heehee! The letters scrambled!"
"Oh...uh..." Roxas cracked a smile and even giggled a little, "That's an interesting way to look at things..."
"I know! Isn't it?" Axel continued to laugh, but sat back up and patted the spot where Roxas' behind had been recently planted, "C'mon, don't leave now...I'm just startin' to like you."
Roxas felt his face heat a bit at Axel's comment and he sat as instructed, looking away quickly. Axel chuckled once more before he stopped laughing and smiled widely in its place. He leaned over to Roxas and sighed, "So the last thing that you don't feel fits is your lack of un-virginess?" Roxas wobbled his head up and down a bit, not quite nodding. He wasn't sure what the consequences of his response would be.
"I can help you with that..." Axel slid out from under the blankets of his bed and knelt beside Roxas. Breathing softly onto the boy's neck, he slipped an arm around his slender frame and rubbed his thigh against the others'. He felt the blonde's breath hitch and his body shake into a rigid position while watching the hair on the back of his neck rise. Damn was he good.
"Axel...!" Roxas tried to sound urgent, but his cry turned to a whisper too easily and his body melted into Axel's arms. He watched as the red-head leaned in, hovering just beside his lips. And then he was dropped onto the floor.
"Ha-haaa!" Axel laughed heartily at the crumbled blonde on the floor, "You shoulda seen the look on yer face!"
Roxas growled from the floor, his face flushed and contorted in embarrassment, "…Very funny…" The blonde stood up and began to walk out again, his fist clenched at his sides.
"Aw, I was just messin' with ya, Rox! Relax!" Axel, for the third time, patted the bed as a signal for Roxas to sit.
"Why, Axel? Why should I relax?" The blonde scowled at him and placed his hand on the handle, preparing to leave.
"'Cause yer bein' a tightass…?" Axel replied sarcastically. This kid was too much…
"A tightass? Is that what you call a person who has an issue with who they are and why they exist?" Roxas' quick and painful words struck Axel just right. He was quite speechless.
"…"
"I came to talk to you, Axel. You," The blonde stared at his booted feet for a moment, pausing briefly. As he spoke again, he raised his gaze to meet Axel's, "I thought you would might be different than them…I thought you would listen…Maybe even understand. I guess I thought wrong…"
Axel stared at the blonde's eyes as he spoke and read their sincerity. He cursed his drugged up conscience, blaming it for getting in the way of something real.
"Bye-"
"Wait a sec!" Axel leapt from the bed and grabbed a hold of Roxas' arm, "Don't go. You're right, I am different. I listened and I…I get what you mean about fitting…None of us really do…We just feel like we might fit better if we stick together…Strength in numbers, ya know?"
Roxas nodded, but still tried to leave. Axel pulled on his arm again and shot him a pleading look, "Roxas…Could you stay?"
"Why?" The blonde boy looked suspiciously at the older man.
"I…I like talking with you. You make me think, something I don't do much with anyone else…" Axel rolled his eyes at his own comment, tossing it around his head for a few moments before speaking again, "Would you stay?"
"Overnight?" Roxas inquired, looking wary, his mind kicking into action about Axel's tendencies.
"Yeah…I'll take the floor, you can have the bed…I just…I like your company, okay?"
Roxas, although still unsure about Axel's true motives, nodded, "Okay…"
"Yay!"
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AN: This one's long, but the others aren't... Sorry, I got a bit lazy as it went on... Review please!