Disclaimer: Square Enix and Disney own all of these characters.

So this is another Akuroku story, but it also involves other character drama, secrets and love.
I plan on working really hard on this!

Sorry this first chapter is short. Heh.

OH AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!

"They met at a club, the "sparks where already flying in the air", is what Roxas told me. And then they rented a hotel room, and we're you know, totally into each other. His name was... Axel? Yeah. Axel. But they were really drunk." Kairi told Sora into the phone as she breast fed a baby. A baby boy with big blue eyes, just like his father's.

"So Roxas is dating this sleazy guy now?" Kairi smiled at his concern. Sure, he and his brother hadn't talked since they were in high school, but it was nice to see that he actually cared for Roxas.

"Well! That's the thing! The next morning, apparently, this guy Axel drove Roxas home, and didn't say a word. But Roxas did find a piece of paper in his jacket with this guy's number. Roxas is too prideful to call, though."

"Wow." Sora sighed; a muffled call came from the background of the phone, from what Kairi could here.

"No, Riku, not now, I'm on the phone! In five minutes, have some patience, please!" His hardly audible voice said. Kairi sighed. She never understood why he picked Riku over her.

Laughter and a drop of the phone out of Sora's hand occured.

"Fine! I will! God damn it…" Sora's muffled voice said. His voice came clearer into the phone. "Sorry, I got to go, Kairi. Rik- I... I just have to do something." Sora bit his tongue.

"It's okay, I understand," Kairi said, rolling her eyes.

"But yeah, so I think that we should all hang out again, you know, like old times in high school? I haven't seen you in about a year now."

"Yeah, haha, I know. But I'll get back to you on that. I would love to." Kairi bit her tongue after speaking as well.

"Okay. Bye!" He quickly hung up the phone.

"Bye." Kairi said into the empty receiver. She sighed.

Quickly, her phone rang again. She picked it up, "Hello?" she said. Something inside her made it wish it was Sora, calling to tell her sorry. Or something.

But it was the debt collector.

The only man who ever wanted to talk to her.
Roxas sat in a cold metal stool in his local coffee shop. He slowly sipped at his alcohol tainted ice coffee drink. He was 19 and seemed to have the world in his hand. Going to a prestigious art school and getting his degree as an art therapist would seem pretty cool for someone who hardly got through highschool.

But it wasn't enough for him.

He sighed deeply, watching a couple hold hands from across the table, their eyes filled with tons of emotion. But Roxas's held not much but a hollow shell.

He thought of the man he had met two nights ago, his smiles awkward but menacing. His lanky, tall body towered over Roxas's small, 5' 6" frame.

It seemed as if this guy, Axel, had all he'd ever need going for him.

From what he could remember from his vodka stricken memory, Axel was 23. 23 and in med school or something big and important like that. And unlike Roxas, he seemed to have no intentions of dropping out.

Roxas started to laugh to himself, "This is pathedic. I am pathedic." He hadn't really touched his drink, but he stood up and walked on the brown tile floor to throw out his plastic cup, a waste of $4.97. Roxas walked out of the small cafe and put his hand in his pocket, digging around for his cell phone. He fround a crumpled piece of paper with a sloppy written phone number and chucked to himself.

"Pathedic."

He forced himself to press the numbers on the piece of white napkin paper. He wasn't going to pine over a stranger. Not again. The numbers all made their specific beeps and boops, and finally, a ring was heard.

Roxas bit his lip and leaned against the outside brick wall of this coffee shop.

It rang again.

And again.

And agai--

"Hello?" A tired, familiar voice said. Roxas's sarcastic, self mocking frown turned into a wide smile.

Axel slept in his twin sized bed, the blankets thrown everywhere but on him. He was in a pair of boxers with little pattern designs on them. The walls in his bedroom where painted a bleak white, with cracks in the foundation. Working the night shift sucked, especially if the next day he had to get up at 10 to be at school. Working and school ate up all of his time. He was turning from a colorful tropical fish into this flat faced flounder and he couldn't stand it.

The light in the ceiling of his room flickered on and off slowly, obviously running out of whatever made it run. The outletswhere painted over a few times, and the plugs stick in them were forced through. An old TV sat ontop of Axel's dresser, a large crack running down it's plastic side. It was at least 20 years old.

For such a crappy apartment, it was relitively clean. Probably from the insomnia that Axel was forming, and he needed something to do with his lack of sleep.

The sun was starting to set outside his window, but he really wouldn't be able to tell all to well, seeing as how the only veiw outside his bedroom window was the brick wall of the next building over.

The cell phone on his night stand started to ring and vibrate, singing a generic tune.

Axel's emerald eyes jolted open, though they were a bit red from his lack of sleep.

He yawned and cursed whoever was calling him, even though he knew it was probably good to get up now.

He flipped open the phone and tiredly said, "Hello?".