AN: I'm far too good for you guys. Don't expect this to happen another time however XD From this point on I will be a little slower.
I will try to update regularly one day a week. Most likely a Saturday or Sunday. Depending... oh well...
I also didn't know good family names, so I just took them from the Japanese form of their game 'titles'
I still need to search for good names for Axel's parents. It's getting slightly disturbing to keep calling them father/mother all the time in the story. I want to give them an identity with their own names XD
May also return at one point in time to rewrite all the chapters. Adding more and changing names here and there to let it flow smoother.
Now, I'm just too impatient and want y'all to enjoy this before I lose my courage or will to write.
Warning: Slash (M/M), language, fluffy moments, minor pedophilia and OOC-ness.
This is also unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Not mine, however I wished that it was, it is solely from Square Enix and Disney. Some parts and ideas in this chapter belong to the writer of that wonderful piece of Harry Potter fanfiction.
It was a warm August morning, the rays of the sun going through the tapestries and hitting his light sensitive eyes. He breathed in deeply, before pushing himself up from the bed. The sheets kicked away in the course of the night and he rubbed his head for a moment.
He exhaled softly and with a groan he remembered what he had done last night. He had drunk too much cocktails and other alcoholic beverages and was paying the price for it now. The hangover pounded with the ferocity of a sledge-hammer against his skull. He pushed himself to his feet with another groan and carried himself to the closet that he possessed.
He opened one of the doors and looked at himself in the mirror at the inside of the door and winced at how he looked. His fingers traced the dark bags he sported underneath his eyes and gave a half-grin at his reflection "You look fucked up." He spoke to himself, not finding the usual humor to return some witty comment against himself.
He dragged his gaze away and hands searched for the clothes he wanted to carry today. His eyebrows knitted together in thought and a cry of victory escaped when he pulled the desired clothes out, although it soon changed into another wince as it seemed to worsen the headache pounding behind his eyes.
His feet dragged him to the bathroom that was a few doors down from his bedroom and turned the spray of the douche on already, allowing the water to heat up as he undressed himself.
Axel put one hand underneath the spray and sighed as it was a comfortable temperature and finally dropped his boxers as he stepped underneath the spray of water.
He felt the fiery locks he possessed sag underneath the weight of the water already and he dragged a hand through it and raised his head further. It seemed to soothe the headache lightly.
The next step was to locate the shampoo, looking through the water that shrouded his vision he spotted the small bottle that he used. It was never on the place where he had left it, courtesy of his parents who inhabited the bedroom not too far from him and also used this bathroom.
He washed his hair with the shampoo he had found, relaxing further and thoughts once more turning to last night. He only could hope that the other male didn't hate him or something. The thought send a blush across his cheeks as he remembered the scene he had caused yesterday, he would have caused some dislike. He usually never behaved like that.
A moan slipped past his lips and he placed his weary head against the wall, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair the same time. His hands resting against the wall as well, although soon one of his hands turned for the tab to shut down the constant stream of water.
He turned the spray of water when it was too hard to see because of the vapor that rose and when he was sure that all shampoo was out of his hair.
He dried himself and dressed himself, checking himself over he smiled once more. He looked handsome, even he had to admit that to himself.
The eyes could be better though, he looked like a raccoon like this. He couldn't do nothing about it however, really a shame. He would have to deal with it, like always. He winked at his reflection and took a brush to tame those locks quickly. They looked like a mess, but it was surprisingly easy to care for, courtesy to his mother.
A knock on the door interrupted him and he stalked toward it, pulling it open and looked upon the familiar form of his father "Hey there." The older man greeted easily, peering past his only son "Did you try to suffocate yourself or something?" He questioned then, waving an arm to get the damp away from himself and taking a step back.
"No dad..." Axel replied sourly and slipping past his father, danced down the staircase and waving toward the other male who shook his head lightly at Axel's behavior.
His mother waited for him there, a somewhat impatient look on her smooth features, although he could see past it and see the mischievous nature glimmering there "There you are." She spoke, brushing some hair away and looking at the bags underneath his eyes disapprovingly "Did you sleep well?" She questioned, Axel only nodded.
She let out another sigh, before perking up "There is also a visitor for you, dear." She spoke gently "You let him wait for quite a bit.." A small smile crossed her features. She had been surprised to see him, although it didn't bother her. Her husband would show a total other reaction however. She only wondered how her son knew that man. She never had seen them talking together before.
"A visitor?" He echoed, dumb-struck and having the decency to blush lightly. He had been in the shower for a while after all. The visitor, right. It wasn't usual that he got one this early on a day, if ever. His friends would have walked directly to his room, no matter the hour.
"Yup.." His mother confirmed, a smile on her lips, making her appear younger "He's waiting in the lounge, y'know.." She stepped to the side to let him pass.
"Alright." Axel murmured, wrapping his arms around the slender frame of his mother for a moment, before side-stepping her and walking to said lounge, still wondering who it could be.
He opened the door, breath catching in his throat as he noticed the familiar form of the azure-haired male who had helped him last night. A blush covered his cheeks once more and wanted to step back and run away as far as he could. It wouldn't be polite however and he wasn't raised to be like that.
Axel couldn't help but notice that the man still looked tall and imposing like a statue of old. His emerald eyes travelled over the one he knew as Isa. Azure-haired hair was held back with a simple ribbon and amber eyes where looking at the room with indifference. They sometimes paused as they spotted something that needed closer inspection.
The man turned around and looked at him with an expressionless gaze as if noticing the younger's gaze "Mr. Kaze." He spoke in greeting.
"Is- sir.." The youth returned, only to receive a small shake of the head and a thin smile as he hurriedly covered up his slip-up. He doubted that the other would like the sudden familiarity now that Axel was sober.
The azure-haired man bowed his head briefly "I am afraid I used a fake name to avoid attention." He spoke, earning himself a confused look "You would know me better as Saïx Majin." Another thin smile greeted him "A pleasure.."
A gasp escaped out of Axel's mouth and another blush heated his cheeks. He couldn't believe it! He had heard of Saïx before of course, but he never would have expected to have him standing before him. Or having used a fake name to be addressing said man.
"But why?" Axel questioned. He couldn't understand why someone of Saïx's stature would want to do things like that with a fake name. It would be far easier with his own name, Axel quickly winced however. He didn't like to do it himself, why would someone like him do the same?
Saïx shrugged his shoulders briefly "I didn't feel like getting attention.." He offered, bringing gloved hands together and watching the redhead "You don't look too well." He continued.
It made Axel shrug lightly and looking away "Sorry.." He muttered, making the older man laugh softly.
The amber gaze shifted and seemed to catch sight of something, lips pulled themselves down and he looked at Axel again "It seems that I'm not welcome here." He offered his gloved hand "So I'll take my leave.."
Axel took the hand with a bewildered expression, before turning to look at the other man as he walked away "You are welcome!" He spoke, blushing yet again as he realized what he had said.
The azure-haired man's head turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised "Hn, good to know." He nodded his head again toward the youth and left the lounge to go back home.
Axel kept looking at the door for a bit, before running toward the window and looking out to look at the older man one last time.
The elegant male was walking down and paused, seeming to think about something and turning. His gaze connected with the green orbs that Axel possessed. The aristocrat had a strange expression on his features, one that Axel tried to read. It was impossible however and Axel cursed the fact that he never had been good in reading emotions, especially in a cold face like that.
A gloved hand raised once more and a brief wave was offered, before Saïx stepped into the car and ordered his driver to ride back.
His father took the clue and burst in "What was he doing here?" He questioned his son "And he's welcome here?" The word here was stressed and it made Axel wince slightly as he looked at his father.
He had to shrug lightly however and let out a soft sigh "He was just checking in." He spoke. His arms crossed in front of his chest and he wanted to retort.
"But he's a known pedophile!" His father cried out. Axel frowned and the arms tightened around his thin figure "Well, he was only polite to me." He returned, knowing that he wouldn't get through that thick skull.
"He's a pedophile!" Axel's father cried again as if that explained everything. Axel sighed, he was nearly seventeen, knew what he wanted. Yet his father insisted on still threading him as a five year old. He loved his father dearly, but sometimes that man could be such an annoyance.
His dear mother beat him to it again however as he wanted to speak "Oh, don't be such a suck-up dear." She spoke, slapping her husband's arm "You know that it was years ago.." She knew of the intense dislike between the two of them, even before Saïx had been accused of being a pedophile. It never had been confirmed however, it didn't stop from rumors arising here and there, some spoke that it had to do with the money the other possessed.
A mischievous smile curled her lips and she turned her equally green gaze toward her only son "Maybe you should invite them for dinner one day." She spoke to Axel who got an answering smile on his own lips.
"Don't you dare it, miss!" He warned her, narrowing his eyes. It only made her laugh "Neither you, Axel."
Axel raised his hands and shrugged "I wanted to ask if I was allowed to go out." He finally questioned, recalling what he had wanted to ask first, before Saïx appeared.
His mother looked at him for a moment, before nodding "Alright dear, do you have your key?"
The redhead rolled his eyes with a grin growing larger "Yes mother." He answered.
"When will you be back?" She then questioned, the question only earned herself a shrug and she nodded her head as if it was answer enough for her.
"Set the table for two extra people though?" He questioned, making his father groan and his mother laugh loudly.
She giggled softly, "Sure will Axel, we'll even put a chair right next to your father, so that they can talk." She looked at her husband's expression and giggled a bit louder.
His father adopted a scandalized look and Axel pulled away from her and kissing her cheek "That's a good idea." He quickly left before he could give his father a real heart-attack. His own expression had brightened and his step had gained a skip once more.
He heard his father speak to his mother though "If he brings home more men like Him, I'm blaming it all on you!"
