Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own the characters within.

Yay, Roxas's back story this time! But don't worry, half is from Axel's POV as well. It's like an ice cream swirl! But who's chocolate and who's vanilla? ( And yes, I will be adding a pre-song to Axels chapter at a later late)


There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses.

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains.

And a few more of your least favorite things.

P!ATD

Roxas's Log of daily occurrences-

"Roxas sweetheart, would you please grab the sugar for me? Only my fat lard of a stomach is making it almost impossible for me to get it."

Which lead my eight month pregnant, and ready to blow, mother to start crying hysterically into her hands.

I immediately jumped up from my position of sitting on the countertop while leafing through my dictionary . Not that I really needed to, I know all the words and their meanings already.

"Mom. In no way, shape, or form are you even the slightest bit fat. It's called being pregnant, if you didn't look the way you did, that would mean something was wrong with the baby, so it's a good thing."

I patted her gently on her bulging belly then grabbed the sugar off the fridge, which was hard even for me to do; seeing as I'm not the tallest guy around.

She stopped sobbing and smiled so large I thought her teeth would go around her face for a moment there. Pregnant women are so unpredictable, it's a bit disturbing.

She kept smiling at me as I handed her the sugar, "Oh thank you hun, and not just for the sugar. I don't know what I would do without you!"

She set the sugar down on the table and grabbed me up in an uncomfortable hug. It wasn't awkward because I didn't like getting attention from her. Actually I'm quite the momma's boy, so I love getting hugs from the only person who makes me feel worthwhile. It was awkward because of her stomach, which is currently holding my soon to be born step-brother.

Yep, my step-brother, feh. Don't get me wrong, I already love the kid, even though I've yet to meet him. It's just…

My mom and dad got divorced when I was nine years old, eight years ago. They told me the reason was because they just didn't feel the same way they had when they'd first met. I know the genuine reason though.

I'd fallen asleep under the kitchen table, again, while perusing my much loved dictionary. I woke up to the sounds of hushed giggling, two male tones. I groggily wiped the drool that had escaped my mouth and looked up to ask my father why he was kissing another person. Not another woman, but a man.

For reasons unknown to me even to this day, I didn't scream at him, I didn't try to make myself known at all. I just sat their, clutching to my beloved dictionary like it was all just a fabricated dream. The only thing that ran through my head while I watched my father caress this mans face was, this isn't real, dad isn't kissing another man, he's not cheating on mom. There's no reason for him to be. NOT REALNOTREAL.

I remember biting my lip so hard that I could taste the blood pooling in my mouth. The coppery salt taste shook me out of my stupor and I silently ran up to my room, where I proceeded to jump under the covers and roll myself into a ball. For the remainder of the night, I sat in a numb delusion.

I kept telling myself that they were simply giving each other goodbye kisses. I'd seen my mother peck her girlfriends on the cheeks after their book club ended. But my father had been using his tongue and mouth. Still I refused to relent to the irrevocable truth that laid itself before me. Like I said before, I was seriously delusional.

Over the next days, weeks, months even, I acted as if I'd seen nothing. Childishly I hoped not allowing myself to believe it had happen would make it the truth. But gradually I saw the strain of my parents relationship progress until the day they took me aside to tell me they simply "didn't feel the same way as before."

They'd forgotten to mention my dad was abandoning my mom and I for another man. They decided to leave out the fact that my father was a selfish bastard who only cared for himself.

He came around for awhile. He'd show up to my birthdays and the occasional spelling bee's that I would be in. Then, increasingly, he would show up extremely late. Then he started to only show up once in a blue moon, then the visits stopped completely.

My mom tried to shield me from the pain this induced. She'd make up outlandish lies as to why he wasn't present anymore. His car had broken down, he had a tooth that needed to be filled, he fell off a ladder. And my all time favorite, he had to go to the gynecologist.

I don't think my mom is dumb, but that was quite hard to restrain laughing at and making her feel the fool.

I'd like to believe if he showed up today that I'd be able to go up to him and punch him right in his face, but that's just me lying to myself. What I really think I would do if he returned is run up to him and tell him about myself. I'd ask him if he was proud of the smart man I'd become.

I would also like to think he'd say he was proud of me, but let's face it, who could possibly be proud of a nobody like me? He would take one look at my unruly hair, glasses, and still toted around dictionary, and run the opposite direction. I'm just not someone a person can be proud of. Heck, I'mnot even proud of myself.

My dad played every sport there was when he was in high school. He got along with every single person in the halls, teachers included. He charmed everyone with the blue eyes I'd inherited from him. He was the star player of his basketball team, hockey team, and soccer team.

When I'd been a Freshman, all the teachers and coaches simply gushedwith enthusiasm when they read my last name. They dismissed my aloof behavior as first day jitters, and had proceeded to force me to humiliate myself by trying to do the things my dad had.

Thing is, I inherited my mom's coordination, or lack thereof. After knocking out a few people with a volleyball, they figured that just wasn't my sport. But after injuring myself, and others, in every other sport, they decided that my dad's superb genes hadn't been passed onto me. Then they just ignored me like everyone else always did.

It's not like I don't want friends. I hate being the loner, the geek of the school. Whenever partners in class ,or P.E, are picked I am always chosen as the last resort.

Now anything related to dexterity I can understand, but why is it that I am shunned when it comes to mental tasks?

I'm exceptional in all classes, especially English class. I have all A's and a 4.0 grade point average. The kids should be lining up for me to offer help, but the thing is, they aren't. I've never had a friend in all my years of school, not one. I believe the reason is because I lack a set social skills, and also because of my appearance.

My mother say's I am an introvert who is too timid to speak to others . She explained the reason was because I am a genius. I believe that to be completely ludicrous by the way. I am nothing compared to Albert Einstein, whom she said I reminded her of.

She explained that many brilliant people have a hard time communicating well with others. Because of their high level of thought processing most people feel intimidated when talking to smart people.

She says it's a wonderful thing that I'm so smart, and all the better that I don't talk to other people, because they'll just get in my way and bring me down. Down from what exactly? Besides, I have attempted to make friends, but it's they whom hate me.

In every high school, you will find that the way you look reigns supreme over most anything else. Who cares if you have the personality of a oiled robot, as long as you have the most up to date clothing?

You walk around my school, you will find people wearing name brand socks. Does that tell you what kind of place it is? And it's only the public school, just think of what the private schools are like. I shudder at the thought.

While they are outfitted in socks that could buy me quite a few dictionaries, I wear nothing special whatsoever. My mom and step-father try their hardest to keep a roof over our head's, they've no time for something as frivolous as clothing. You can usually find me wearing threadbare white shirts, hand-me-downs from my step-father.

He's no lightweight so they hang off me in a very unflattering fashion, but it's all we've got. I wear jeans that are also quite baggy, but I am able to lessen my tripping over them by tying rope around my waist. If my mom knew I used rope as a belt, she would most likely be angry, we could probably afford to buy a nice belt. I'm merely trying to save as much money as possible, with a baby on the way we need all the extra money we can allow ourselves.

My socks are definitely not designer, if I wear them at all. It's not that we have a shortage of them, I just dislike wearing them, and I go without if at all possible. Actually I dislike shoes as well, and if it weren't a rule I wouldn't wear those either.

So to sum myself up, I look like quite the dope. Add on my dirty blonde hair that is in a constant state of disarray, and you've got a winner! I usually wake up extremely late in the mornings, so I have no time to brush through my tangled locks. I've gotten so used to not brushing it that I usually forget even when I've the time.

The reason that I sleep in so often is because I am an insomniac. No I don't stay up late making genius inventions, or the such. I stay up because, to put it simply--I really am just unable to fall asleep easily.

Usually I'll just read through my dictionary, or stare out the window at the stars and the lady moon. When I am sucked of my ability to sleep through to the late hours, I'll start daydreaming; mostly ridiculous things.

Sometimes I'll see myself reuniting with my father, but with good outcomes. He'll come back and start living with us again, never mind mom's already married to another man.

Or I'll dream I'm a courageous knight who must fight off evil things to save the poor townsfolk. Sometimes I get a flash of myself fighting with a rather large key-?

I'm sure that's just my brain telling me in a offbeat way that making friends is the key to happiness.

Because of these late night squanders I have developed slight bags under my eyes, they aren't very noticeable though. However, I'm sure that doesn't add to the charm of my overall look.

But look at this! I've gotten very off topic, not what I was going to say to you at all. I'm sure you don't want to hear my dreary life's story.

For year's it was just my mother and I, living on our own. It was hard, with just her paying for everything. Though I got a job as a newspaper boy, it barely contributed too the money we needed at all.

When she started dating, I was not a very pleasant child to deal with. I treated all of them with utmost hatred and disrespect. I didn't want them breaking up what family I had left. We had little, but live we did, and without the help of any replacement.

That's when she met her current husband. I had been out of town for a school paid trip to New York when she met him. I wasn't able to hook into him like I'd done for the others. By the time I returned she was deeply in love, and visa versa for him.

I could see how happy he made her, so I decided to let her keep just this one beau. I figured they'd get tired of each other rather quickly, and all would be well again. But I hadn't calculated that he would get her pregnant, and that they'd become married.

For awhile I abhorred the man with all my being. He was tearing me and my mother apart after all! But after a while, I got used to him. He was quite kind, and very nice to my mother. He was respectable, and worked hard to keep her and I healthy and happy.

It's not that large of an affair that he's replaced my father, he's been a much better one than that idiot had ever been. What I'm really afraid of is that this new child, this new boy that is currently growing inside of her, will be the one to replace me.

I know I'm being rather silly, but can't you see it from my point of view?

I was knocked back into the current time when my mother threw a brown lunch bag in my direction. I have an extremely slow reaction time, so by the time I'd staggered off the chair to catch it, the bag had already hit the ground.

My mom turned around at the sound of her freshly made lunch hitting the floor. She smiled slightly at my guilty face. "Sorry, I forgot that you've got my reaction time hun. Ahem. Well you'd better hurry along, don't wanna be late now."

For an eight month pregnant woman she sure moved fast, I was barley able to get a good hold on my dictionary before she moved . She grabbed my lunch, put it in my hands, and all but flung me out the door. As she closed the door behind me she called, "Don't get in any trouble now!" She tittered like it was the funniest thought in the world, me getting into any type of trouble, and closed the door.

As I ran to school, seeing as I was late again, I thought of something very peculiar that I had been noticing recently. I suppose "something" is rather a rude thing to say. The better thing would be someone.

I've noticed that one Axel Lae has been looking rather down as of lately. Ever since his purple haired friend graduated and went on without him, he seems to care even less about things than usual. Just yesterday he got the second detention of the week from Professor Strife, not that he didn't deserve it, he'd said some pretty ghastly things to the professor.

No one notices what I do anymore, so I've been able to overhear when people come to the back of the class to have private conversations. They don't see me, so they figure they're alone and no one will hear what they are saying. I know most of the secrets of this school, not that I really care about the petty happenings in my classmates lives.

For instance.

Namine, the head cheerleader, told her friends that she had informed her parents that Tidus, her former boyfriend, had gotten her pregnant. They haven't been going out since last fall however, so he really isn't the father. She informed her friends, right in front of me, that the real father is o, the biology teacher.

I've overheard people talking about killings, and where they hid the bodies. Raping's that have gone on. A girls plans to completely ruin someone's reputation because they flirted with the her boyfriend.

Yes, my high school is almost as good as that show they used to air on television-what was it? The OC I think.

So the point is that I see a lot, but no one knows that I know.

I've started seeing something in Axel that is very reminiscent of what I see in myself. Instead of making fun of the teacher in a playful way when he first enters the classroom, he just lays his head upon the desktop and feints sleep. And when the professor asks him something, instead of a lighthearted jab like usual, he'll lash out.

When he thinks no one is looking, he takes on this face. It's the sort of face you'd expect to see on someone whom have lost their dog. I can tell he's lonely, because when I look in the mirror, that the face I wear.

However, if he knew I can see his pain, I am sure there would be a reckoning. Axel is the type who puts on the air that he doesn't care much for anything. You can do whatever you please, and he could care less. He doesn't like to show anyone his weaknesses, no matter how minute they are.

Seeing as how he's so touchy on the subject of people knowing how he feels, what I have planned to do this morning is probably not all that genius of me. But I have to try, I want him to know that I understand what he's going through. The loneliness he feels can be fixed if he let's me in.

I was going through the plan in my mind again when Demyx rode up next to me on his bicycle. Demyx and I go way back, he's the only friend I've ever had in my life. We've known each other since birth because his mom and mine are very good friends. He's the only one I told the actual reason for my parents divorce. He doesn't scorn me for having a lack of social skills either. If I'm having a hard time speaking with him, he just slaps me on the back and laughs it off.

My life would be much better if he went to my public school, but he doesn't. His parents deemed it right that he should go to a musically gifted private school. He's played the sitar ever since I can remember; I'm almost certain he'll become famous one day from his talent.

He slugged me on the shoulder and asked me with a sarcastic tone, " So dear Rooooxaaaaas," he's always drawls my name because it annoys me, " what's the word of the day today?!"

I'm usually unable to play around with anyone, so it's refreshing when Demyx is around. He makes me feel like a halfway normal teenage boy, he doesn't know it, but I really appreciate him for it.

"Repulsive: distasteful or unpleasant to look at. Used in a sentence-Demyx should get an attractive haircut, because his current one is repulsive."

I tried to hold back my laughter when I heard his tires squeal loudly as he braked. For a moment he stood there gasping like someone who had just resurfaced from the water without air for a long amount of time. Then he was riding next to me again, and agitated look on his face.

"You know Roxas ,for someone with a rats nest like yours, I don't think you have reason to make fun of me."

He leaned over and tousled my hair to prove his point, then he smacked the side of my head lightly for the jab. My blonde locks are rather disheveled today, more so than usual anyway.

"An adequate retort my friend. I am ,however, disappointed that you had to resort to violence to establish you're side. That's barbaric reasoning at most."

He snorted and waved as he turned the corner where his school was located; I still had a few blocks to go. He's used to the way I talk, so he doesn't get overly confused when arguing with me.

When I finally made it to school I had two minutes to spare, just enough time to make it to class. I headed into the English classroom with all the other stragglers who were also late, but for much different reasons than mine. Most likely they were getting in a last minute smoke.

I sat in my desk just as the bell rang. I glanced over at the fiery ball of hair that was currently drooling (already) on a desk far away from mine. I had never felt so nervous in my entire existence. Would he be annoyed at me? Happy? Sad?

I had no idea what was going to happen, but I figured that he wouldn't be too angry. At least I hoped not.

We went through our usual morning rituals before I stood up with my dictionary and stood at the front of the class. I could feel the dubious look overcome my face.

Axel raised his head to look at me with a completely neutral expression, like he didn't care. Which, I am sure, he didn't.

I wanted to see some emotion on his face. Something to show that he was still alive on the inside. So I did something I'd never done before. I stared him straight in the eyes and tried to convey all the emotions I was feeling. Understanding, because I could tell he was having a hard time with being alone. Friendship, because I knew he needed someone. But most of all, sadness. Because I knew, more than anyone, what he was going through.

I could see the confusion in his eyes, the puzzlement. I hoped he would understand soon enough.

"Forlorn: sad and lonely because deserted, abandoned, or lost."

There. I had done it.

I felt I had made good work of the job. He didn't seem to be to angry. He only had a concentrated look on his face, like he was thinking of something very hard. That was before he pounced me and tried to tear my throat from my neck.

I should've known it wouldn't be that easy with Axel. He was like a pacing panther, just waiting for a reason to blow up and get some blood on his hands.

Good thing I had very large amounts of patients.

So far.


Axel- Screwed up, Bi-polar Diary of a Madman.

You like my Diary title? I saw Roxas decided he was important enough to deserve a title, so I sure as hell get one too. But I much, much cooler. And diary is SO not gay! Screw all you who say it is. …yeah.

Before the whole "Word of the day" incident, I'd never so much as glanced at Roxas.

Well, there was the one time when I was trying to go to the pisser and he just so happened to be in my way. I told him to move, or I would be forced to relocate his face elsewhere.

Actually, that's the polite version. I don't like people who lie, and I hate myself if I do it, so I'll tell you the actual words.

"Get the fuck outta my way whatever you are, or I'm gonna piss all over your shoes. OR I could just rip your pretty little face from your skull if you'd prefer."

Hah, thinking back on that, it's pretty damn ironic what I threatened him with. It's like I foreshadowed my own future, intermingled with his. Hum. Intermingle, sounds like something you'd link with an orgy.

Don't look at me like that…Yeah? Well, fuck you too.

Anybloodyway--

So now I'm staring at Roxas ,The Dictionary Freak, in the infirmary. He's sitting in the furthest corner from me, still holding his damn bible tome tightly in his hands. I don't see why he's still got it, because in my anger I ripped most of the pages in it.

When I'd pounced on the kid, I'm absolutely sure no one was ready for it. Not Roxas, not Meester Strife, not even the god damn Tooth Fairy. And to be perfectly fucking frank, I dunno if I was even expecting myself to do it.

Usually I have supreme control over myself; sure I'll get in a few jabs to bastards who piss me off, but I don't go too far. I don't want, or need, the attention that comes with being a "tough guy". So when Roxas read that damn word, I really didn't mull over the fact that I might possibly be about to maul the kid. I figured, maybe after class, I'd slap him around a little. But then I thought about the whole fucking pitying look he'd given me, and I snapped.

I'd given him a nice busted lip, a black eye, and some lovely scratched on the cheeks to complete the whole look; I hadn't been without injury either. After I'd tore his precious book from his hands and ripped quite a few of the pages, he'd grabbed a pen from the teachers desk and tried to stab me. Fucking stab me!

I dunno about you, but when someone tries to end your existence with a pen because you ripped pages in their dictionary, that means they're a little on the loopy side. Okay, so I tried to rip his face off for saying a few words, but I wasn't gonna kill 'em! At least I don't think I was…

He might've succeeded in ending my life too, if Strife hadn't come to his spiky senses and dragged the kid offa me. Roxas did manage to slash a minor cut in my bicep though, damn kid.

I find that funny, the whole Roxas being dragged off of me bit. I attack his ass, but he get's thrown off me. Does that say something too you?

No? Okay.

After that we both were manhandled down to the infirmary, none to gently by the way, to get our injuries looked over. Strife left to go talk to the principal; and there is no doubt in my mind he's pressing his hardest to get me kicked outta this fucking school. He thinks that's the worst thing he could do to me? HAH. I could fucking scoff at that shit.

In reality, if he did get me expelled, that would be him doing me a favor. I'd be able to leave this shit hole finally, with no worries. The only reason I even lug myself here, day after fucking day, is because Tifa asked me too. Now you'd expect me to not give a damn what she thinks right? Because I'm all cold hearted and shit? Well I am cold hearted, that's true, but what reason do I have to fuck over someone who's only done well by me?

She took me in, with no gain on her part but a fucked up kid, and has kept me ever since. She's paid for my food, clothes, schooling. I like Tifa, she seems almost infallible to me, like a female version of the Hulk. Only she's got boobs...lots of boobs. And she's not green, although whenever she drinks too much vodka she turns an awesome she of olive before she throws up.

But my pointis that if going to high school will make her happy, I'll do it. But I won't strive to get good grades...at all. Why? Like I said before, I don't give a shit; and if Tifa does, I guess that sucks ass for her. I'm not gonna change how I am, or what I want, for anyone. Not even her.

But really? I know if I got expelled she'd still allow me to live at the foster home, because she's just too kind for her own good. Sure the place is loaded to the brim with brats, but she would still figure out a way for me too stay. I know that would make it hard on her, let one kid stay who isn't doing shit, while another needs a place to be able to get off the streets. In the case of expulsion, I wouldn't put that on her shoulders, I'd leave for her consciences sake.

Zexion on the other hand…

Yeah, I'd go bug the shit outta the guy till he let me kick it at his dorm room. Force his roommate too fall in love with me, and all would be well.

I heard a cough in the vicinity of where I'd seen Roxas last. I glanced over to where he was sitting, hunched over his book. Even after getting a good beating because of the damn thing, he's still looking through the book!

And he not doing it because it's just something to get the impending expulsion offa his mind either; I can tell. He's acting way too nonchalant to even seem like he's worried, the little ass.

He's hunched over his book, but in an overly relaxed way. His eyes are roving across the pages with an intense stare, like he's looking for something. He even has a little smile on his effing face!

If there's anything that annoys me, it's that. He's acting calmer than I am, and that's just not something that happens. I'm always the calm in the eye of the storm, never getting angry. Well, expect for that little tiff back there, which doesn't count anyway cuz he flew off the handle too.

The other thing is he's ignoring me like none other. I've been glaring holes into the back of his shaggy hair for the past ten minutes. It really irritates me when people ignore my obvious attempts to blow up their brain with my eyes alone. Not everyone can do that ya know.

The damn nurse still hadn't come, so I figured she wouldn't come meandering through the door anytime soon. Time to get a reaction from this fucking kid.

" Hey, blondie!"

He merely glanced up at me for a moment and then turned back to his book. Well lets see if he can ignore this.

"You've got a pretty terrible aim kid. If I were the one trying to stab me, I woulda gone straight for the heart. You know, get the job done right and all of that shit?"

That did it. He started and turned around with disgust on his face. I smiled with grim satisfaction and waited for the tentative remark that was sure to come outta his mouth.

"I wasn't trying to kill you, you imbecile. I was only trying to stab you into incapacitation so you would be unable to harm myself, or my belongings, any further."

I raised my eyebrows at the word "imbecile." So he wanted to pretend to be big and bad with long words and insults did he?

"Fuck you kid."

He snorted and saved his place with a dirty piece of cloth that seemed to have come out of no where.

"Now, aren't you the most mature man I've ever met. Only a simple minded person would have responded with such a derogative insult. It's apparent that you had no ready comeback, so instead of making a fool of yourself with a word such as that," He wrinkled his nose in dislike ,"you should have simply kept your mouth shut."

Say what?! Who the hell does this kid think he is?

Instead of jumping up and continuing in my earlier throttling of him, I coolly acted like his comments didn't effect me. Even though they had, the little bastard.

"What's so bad about the word FUCK kid? I think it's a pretty kick ass word myself."

He shook his head and then spoke like I was some damn two year old he was potty training," It makes you sound like a troglodyte."

GOD DAMN IT! How dare him, he thinks he can just talk about me like that?!

"Ummm…What the fuck is that?

He smirked in a triumphant way, like he'd just proved a point. Which he had NOT. Not at all.

I was just about to show him how great the word fuck was if used in the terms of "Fucked up," when Strife came back and we all calmly shuffled into the principles office. Well, more like Roxas calmly shuffled. I more or less mocked Strife by whispering crude things behind his back the whole way. Haha, but he couldn't catch me doing it because I'm such a pirate-ninja

And YES you can be both at once. Fuck all the naysayer's, I do whatever the hell I want. BECAUSE I'm a pirate-ninja.

We walked into the principals office and sat down in squishy chairs placed side by side. You would think the chairs would be hella comfy, but they just gave me the feeling that my ass was being eaten by a bloodhounds face or some shit.

Strife was, of course, was playing sentry behind my chair. I think because he sucked so much as a human being and a teacher, he needed to take all his anger out on other people who gave him even a bit of trouble. Just so he could bring himself up onto a pedestal.

I fidgeted with the cuff of my shirt for a moment before Principal Xemnas turned from the papers stacked obsessive compulsively on his desk, and addressed us.

And by the way, people really do call him Xemnas, not because they don't respect him( notice I am not in the they portion) but because he's never told anyone his real name. I suspect the reason is because it's horrifying and extremely embarrassing. I'm thinking along the lines of Xemnas Tiddlywinks.

" I'm sure you two know the reason why you were brought to my office?"

Noooooooo, we figured we were here to help you build you're very own candy land, which you will call "Tiddlywinks Gardens."

But I didn't really say that. Pity.

We both nodded. He glared at me for a moment before turning to Roxas. " Roxas, I am very disappointed in you. You have a 4.0 GPA, and have never caused any trouble. Why start now? You're a genius, I can't understand why you'd risk getting into an Ivy League school for this."

He pointed at me when he said "this." Well didn't that make me feel just so special?

Before Roxas could mumble out an apology I interrupted with a wise voice. " There's a thin line between genius an insanity, ya know."

Roxas glared at me, and Xemnas looked at me with extreme disapproval. FUCK YOU BOOOOTH.

"As for you young man. You were held back for inattention, and a clear lack of care. You are obviously going to go nowhere in life if you keep up this act."

Glad to see someone believed in me.

"So, you will be punished."

He made a dramatic pause and glanced between the two of us, and at Strife. I looked at Roxas outta the corner of my eye. He looked nervous as hell. Looked like Xemnas hadn't been lying when he'd said the kid'd never done shit.

He didn't really have anything to worry about, though. I'd been through this type of crap numerous times before. He'd probably make us say sorry, and hand out some community service or something….

"You two obviously dislike each other. I figure the worst thing I could do to you would be to make you spend lots of time together. Roxas, you have an extremely easy time with school. Axel, you…do not. So as you're punishment, Roxas will tutor you in every subject you take. This will be in effect for as long as I feel it will take for you two to get the message."

…Or not.

Roxas's eyes went extremely wide. He gave me a wild and strained look, like he would rather roll through glass and jump into a pool of alcohol than take this. He started to shake like he'd gone too long without a cocaine jump. Believe me, I know what that looks like.

Fuck, why do I always get stuck with the lunatics?

Oh yeah, because God hates me. Well, the feelings likewise asshole.


OH MY HECK! I am sooo sorry this took so long. I couldn't think of good ways to continue and then I got busy. And now I'm in school, so we are all pretty much screwed over. I hope you liked this chapter, but it might take awhile for the next one. Damnation! ( BUT I SHALL CONTINUE!) And I really hope this lives up to your expectations.

I think this chapter has a few mistakes, which I will fix a little later on. I just figured I better get this out here before it's readers died of old age.

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