A/N: I'm not even sure how this story started anymore. I think I was just looking out my window at another house and thought of a peeping tom. XD It's been about a week since I started it and I have about 10 pages hand written for it, which is amazing for me! Especially with AP testing coming up. I had originally planned to make this a one-shot, but couldn't wait until I was totally done with it to post it. This is only the beginning so expect an update soon!
For my first fanfic in years I'm really happy with this. Yay for my first AkuRoku fic!

This story is dedicated first to my unofficial beta, RoxasIsReal13 (a.k.a. Sora. . .yeah, you need to change your pen name), who convinced me to get back on FanFiction and who got me hooked on Kingdom Hearts. I hope the author doesn't mind this, but I also want to thank .project107 for her amazing stories which gave me so much inspiration. If you haven't read any of her stories, go, now! You won't regret it!

Well, have fun reading and please review! Constructive criticism is welcome!

Edit: For some reason the pen name of the other author I dedicated this too keeps getting cut off; I have no clue why, but I apologize!

Coarse shingles scratched at bare skin as he stretched out while trying not to fall off the roof. Once settled he stared back up at the inky black sky. Stars and planets blinked back at him attempting to break through the darkness, an even harder feat in a city sky. Yet, despite the air and light pollution, he was still able to see a few constellations: Cancer, Canis Minor, Carina, Lynx, Pyxis, and Vela.

His eyelids had begun to drift closed when his consciousness was jarred back by a blaring noise. He sat up and looked around for the source, finding one window of light in his otherwise dark neighborhood. The window led to someone's room, a teenager probably about his age judging by the state of the room: a mess of clothes strewn about the room, textbooks open on the desk, band and movie posters tapped to one wall, a collage of photographs on the other. No one seemed to be in there, but he could tell the noise came from the room.

Axel's ears perked as he tried to distinguish the sound. It sounded like a person's voice . . . yelling? No . . . it was music. He picked up the tune and recognized the song: Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World.

Satisfied, he was about to lay back again and let his eyes flutter closed when a flicker of movement caught his attention.

So there was someone in the room.

In the back of the room, on a black leather couch, a blond head was bent over a notepad. In front of the couch an a coffee table sat what looked like paint tubes and a paint tray. The blond looked up briefly t inspect the paints. He held a pencil in one hand and gripped a paintbrush between his teeth; paint smudges decorated his face and arms. With practiced movement and sharp eyes he set to mixing his selected paints. Removing the paintbrush form his mouth he dipped into the paint and bent over his pad again.

Axel continued to watch him as he worked on the painting, oblivious to the red head watching from the roof. since the night was so dark Axel could not see any details of the teen's face, only his light blond hair and glasses that he was constantly pushing back up even though he practically had his nose to the paper. Yet Axel could not help thinking he had seen the boy somewhere. The other house was across from his backyard so they did not live on the same street, but perhaps they had passed each other in school. From what he could tell the boy looked pretty cute, so how could he forget him? Axel had quite a memory, especially for names and faces-especially cute faces.

He continued to stare, trying to grasp at a name and a familiar face, until the blond finally for up from the couch. He walked over to the glass doors that led to a balcony, opened one and leaned against the door frame. His hair blew to the side slightly as he breathed in the night air. Axel did not even consider being spotted on his roof until the other teen was looking in his direction-no, right at him.

The red head froze as the other boy continued to stare him down. But, could he really see him? Was he really looking at him? The night was an unbroken sheet of black making even the details of his backyard hard to see. He only saw the other boy because of the light pouring from his room. Axel was reassured when the blond turned the other way, finally entering his room again and closing the door behind him.

Axel let out a breath he did not even realize he had been holding and relaxed against his roof once more.

Close call, he thought.

His skin still prickled like eyes were still on him. Suddenly not feeling so hidden atop his dark roof, Axel climbed down and slid through the window into his room.

That night his dreams were consumed by images of blond hair and a face with no name.