Taking Back Sunday - An Akuroku FanFic

I didn't like the way I wrote the first chapter, and I apologize. I'm too lazy to go back and correct it. So from now on, I'm using first person, and I will warn if there is a POV switch. It will be mainly Roxas' POV, so don't feel confused. Now, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

~*DiScLaImEr*~ Do. NOT. OWN! (but DO want, very much so, especially Dem-Dem, an' Luxord, an' AXEL {the smoking god, I SWEAR}, an' XIGGY, an' Lex cause he's awesome, an' Zexion because I need to be able to call SOMEONE emo...) All owned by Squeenix. Except coffee and cookies. Those belong to Nabisco and Folgers. I think...

Chapter 2

When I woke up in the morning, I realized I had not had any bad dreams. In fact, I felt mildly refreshed, though my backside hurt, like hot pins and needles were jabbing me inside and out. My head hurt too, and it made my thinking fuzzy. Something warm was wrapped around me, and it felt comforting. I opened my eyes, and was met with an extremely shocking sight. This was not my bedroom, it was too... messy, and the walls were a strange shade of red, unlike my nice, soft blue room.

I tried to sit up, but I fell back with a gasp of pain and surprise, pain because the pins and needles multiplied by a million and were coated in acid, surprise because the warm thing wrapped around me was a pair of arms. As I fell back, I whimpered, having landed on my sore ass. My groans of pain seemed to rouse my sleeping partner, and a shock of red hair rose from the tousled bedding. I gulped as I realized he was naked.

He released me, rolling onto his back and stretching like a cat, yawning hugely. 'Damn, he looks SEXY,' I thought to myself, watching as Axel rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rumpled his already mussed red mane. He turned his head toward me and smiled, teeth glittering and eyes shining warmly. I rolled onto my stomach, which meant practically laying on top of him. I felt his arms snake around me again, and he pressed a kiss to my bedhead, murmuring, "Morning, Roxie."

I shivered and stuttered out, "M-morning A-ax-xel..." I hurt more than I ever had before, and I couldn't remember why, but I had a notion, though it hurt my already aching brain to think about it. I groaned, and felt one of his hands snake up to press to my forehead.

He tutted, and pulled away, causing me to whimper, since it got a lot colder when he moved farther away. "You've got a bit of a fever, probably from the liquor you drank last night. I had no idea you were such a lightweight, you only had 3 screwdrivers..." he said softly, shaking his head sympathetically as he made his way across the bedroom, still naked, and opened his bedroom door, walking out into the hallway and away.

I curled into a ball under the warm, brown comforter, covering my head until only my eyes and nose peeked out. The blanket smelled faintly musky and, somehow, sweet. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. It was a comforting scent. Just as I was beginning to get comfortable, a scream sounded from the hallway, causing me to sit bolt upright. I screamed as a ripple of agony shot up my spine, and fell back onto the pillows in a dead faint.

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(AXEL POV)

I walked out of the room, leaving the slightly feverish Roxas behind under the covers. He was so cute when he was waking up. Slightly flushed from the fever and confusion, golden blonde hair tousled and spiked from mashing into the pillows, blue eyes dazed and thick with sleep. It made me want to molest him even more.

I made my way into the kitchen, unobstructed by waking roommates. I leaned against the refrigerator and pulled open the freezer door. I flinched as the cold metal pressed my bare skin, and shivered as a rolling cloud of whitish fog spread from the open door. I snagged the coffee container and closed the door with a soft slam.

I turned to the counter and got a pot of coffee going, pouring some water into the chamber and filling a filter with some grounds. I put everything in order on the machine, then pressed the start button. A green light flashed on, and with a burbling hiss, water tainted brown with coffee splashed slowly into the bottom of the glass. I turned and leaned against the counter, tapping my feet in time to the music in my head, closing my eyes and humming as well as I waited for the machine to finish. My mental image of Naked Roxas danced in time to the music. It made me smile.

After a minute of this, a sharp scream cut through my reverie, jolting me to reality. I leapt upright, skidding on the tiles. I saw Demyx covering Zexion's eyes, soothing him and glaring at me, when another scream sounded from the hall. I scratched my head and sighed, slightly peeved, when a thump sounded seconds later. Dread filled me as I dashed back to the bedroom, and beheld the sprawled form of Roxas on the bed, half-covered with my scrunched-up comforter.

I jumped onto the bed, causing the unconcious blonde to jounce slightly. I gripped his shoulders and pulled him into my lap, patting his face and repeating his name softly. "Roxas, wake up... hey, are you okay? Roxie... ROXAS..."

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(Roxas POV)

I could hear someone calling me, and something smacking my face. The voice was soothing, but frantic, it made me anxious. I tried to answer, but all that came out was a garbled moan. I heard the voice sigh in relief, and something squeezed me, holding me to something else that was warm, softish, and it smelled familiar, delicious...

I snuggled into the warmth, pressing my face closer and releasing a breath in a soft huff. After a few seconds, I pried my eyes open a crack, but it was still dark. I could make out the faint outline of a neck and shoulders, and shaggy red hair. I muttered, "Axel..." and pressed my face back into the shoulder, wincing as my attention was brought to the stiff pain that lanced me repetitively.

A hand rubbed my back, focusing on a point between my shoulder blades. It tickled a bit, but felt nice. I closed my eyes again and relaxed, the throbbing ache in my backside taking less attention as I was soothed into a sense of security. But, with a flash, I realized what was going on, despite the fuzz that clogged my thought processes. I pushed away from Axel, spinning away to fall with a thump to the floor. My legs were tangled in the striped white sheets, and stuck over the edge of the bed awkwardly. I also realized I was completely naked.

I blushed furiously, wincing in pain as I fought to disentangle my legs from the mess of sheets. I caught Axel's face as he watched me thrash like a hooked fish. It was amused, and slightly mollified. He made a move to help me, but I struggled free of the sheets and forced myself upright, limping out into the hallway and making my down the hall.

I made it to the end, when a gasp caught my attention, causing me to turn halfway around and see a short guy with pale bluish purple hair that fell over one eye (I swear, he was shorter than ME!) and a tall thin kid with a mullet/mohawk/thing hairdo that had a few stray hairs over his face. I stared back at them, realizing I was wearing nothing, unlike the other two. I reddened like a piece of metal held over a fire, then shuffled awkwardly to the nearest door and opened it, then edged around it and closed it behind me. Luckily, I'd gotten the bathroom.

After locking the door, I shambled slowly over to the shower, whimpering with each step. I came to a stop beside the tub, contemplating on how to climb into it, when I just gave up and swung a leg over, gasping as another wave of agony swept up my spine, sending me to my knees in the tub. A dull bang sounded as my legs smacked down, causing me to wince. Panting, I turned on the water, feeling a little guilty, but I had to clean myself.

As the water ran, I splashed the warm liquid onto myself, splashing and rubbing handfuls across my upper body, afraid to go lower. After awhile, I grabbed the plug resting on the ledge and stopped up the hole, letting the bathtub fill with the heated water. Once I felt the tub was full enough, I turned off the water and relaxed into its soothing embrace. Instead of hurting unimaginably, like I had expected, it soothed the pain in my ass and eased the ache.

I lay there for a long time, my skin slowly wrinkling in the wet. Eventually someone knocked at the door, and rattled the handle. I tensed, staring at the door like it was going to fly open and reveal a monster. As it was, it did stop rattling, swinging open slowly with a soft sighing sound, to reveal Axel, holding a towel and some clothes. I closed the curtain halfway, glaring balefully out at him. I had a feeling he was the reason behind why I hurt so badly.

Axel stepped forward slowly, making motions with his hands to show peace, his eyes anxious, and he said, "Roxas, you've been in here almost an hour. You should really get out and get something to eat. You'll feel better, really. Maybe take some Tylenol to take care of that ache I'd bet you're feeling. I've got some clothes that should fit you, and a towel to dry you off, now how about you get up and I'll help you get dressed, kay?"

Staring at him suspiciously, I leaned forward and released the plug in the tub, letting the water run out. As the air struck my warmed, wet flesh, it super-cooled the heated areas and caused me to shiver. When the water was completely gone I began attempting to stand, flinching at each stab of pain in my ass. I finally gained my feet, and had just taken a step forward when the foot still in the tub lost traction and sent me forward, flailing wildly, looking for something to grab, when a pair of arms entered my field of vision and gripped me tightly, pulling me into Axel's chest with a yank.

Axel's heart thundered in his chest; I could hear and feel the resonating thumps against my cheek. A towel was dropped on my head, and a hand began rubbing it into my scalp gently. It felt sooooooo good. I hummed and became limp under the soothing ministrations. I was too weak to fight the comfort Axel was providing me. He rubbed me down carefully, being extra sensitive around my ass, causing little pain. I leaned against him, eyes drooping sleepily and rubbing my face lightly against his shirt, like a big cat.

He picked me up, carrying me like an infant, swaddled in the too-large towel and unable to move. I was just so TIRED... I felt something press into my slightly damp hair, and I looked up to find Axel's cheek resting against my forehead. Slightly irritated, I smacked his chest with my one free hand, weakly. He chuckled quietly and held me a little tighter, causing me to squeak in discomfort.

He carried me back to his room, making me shift uncomfortably, but he shushed me and stopped my movements by pressing a light kiss to my forehead. It was wonderfully warm and soft, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel. He set me carefully on the bed, then unwrapped the towel. I shivered as I was exposed to the air, but he quickly whipped a thick, dark blue Old Navy sweatshirt over my head, and pulled a worn looking, but comfortable, pair of black pajama bottoms over my legs and waist. To complete the ensemble of bed wear, he placed a pair of slippers on my feet, which sported bright green fabric and Kermit the Frog heads. I stared at these, and glanced up at Axel, who shrugged and said, "What can I say? I love Kermit."

I put this out of mind, since I was quickly warming up, but I pulled the comforter around me anyways, and curled on my side to alleviate my still sore butt. It didn't hurt as badly, but it was still uncomfortable. Axel rubbed a hand through my hair, and stepped out of the room. I felt a pang as he left, but dismissed it as not wanting to be alone.

As I lay there, a ringing sound came from a pair of jeans right next to the bed. Peeking over, I recognized the jeans and tone at the same time. That was Sora calling, and my jeans. I reached over the side and plucked the phone out of the pocket, then flipped the phone open and pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello..?" I croaked into the phone.

"ROXAS! I've been calling you for ages! Where are you? I've been by your house like a billion times, but you weren't there. Where have you been? ANSWER me!" Sora erupted on the other end, sounding peeved, frantic, and relieved at the same time.

I held the phone gingerly away from my ear, wincing as my headache worsened, then answered when the tirade ended. "Ugh, not so loud, my head hurts. I'm with a friend at his house, so stop worrying. I'll be home later, okay?" I moaned, rubbing my forehead softly.

"Okay, okay, but sheesh, ya coulda warned me. Who are ya with? I'll come pick ya up, a'right?" Sora said brightly, instantly calm again. (omfg I swear this kid was bipolar...)

"Nah, I don't think you can, unless you know where Axel and... I think the kid's name is Demyx?... live... so unless you do, you're gonna have to wait till I can get one of them to take me home, okay?" I said softly, eyes closed as I relaxed into the pillows and began to breathe slowly.

A burst of laughter erupted from the other end, causing me to snap back into wakefulness and pull the phone away slightly again. "Really? You're only at Axel's apartment? Sheesh, you're only like 3 blocks away from your place. We'll be there in a sec... Hey Riku!" Sora chuckled into the phone, hanging up before I could react or answer.

Stunned, I could do nothing more than stare into space, not even reacting when Axel appeared in the room bearing a tray with what looked like half of a breakfast buffet on it. He set it down next to his bed, on the bedside table, then proceeded to pour a mug of coffee. If anything, that was what got me moving. I looked down at the mug, eyes fixed on the steaming brown contents as I reached to take it from Axel. I wrapped my hands around his, catching him between my own and the mug. He flushed, and so did I, loosening my grip so he could slide his hand away.

He poured himself a mug as I moved to take a drink of the hot liquid, gasping as the coffee burnt my tongue. I squinched my nose at the bitterness of the brew, but drank more, since it was hot and made me feel better. Axel sipped slowly at his, avoiding looking at me.

My headache receded as I finished the mug, and I felt faintly lightheaded. I slumped slowly against the pillows, feeling pleasant and sleepy again. Idly, I wondered if there was something in the coffee. As I pondered this, my eyes slid shut.

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(Axel POV)

I looked up in time to see Roxas doze off, his enormous blue eyes fluttering shut as he slid into a slumped sitting position. I pulled him down until he was in a more comfortable position on his side, then pulled the blanket up over him and kissed his forehead softly. "Sleep well, Roxie," I whispered into his hair, and I took the food away. I hadn't expected him to gulp the coffee, having laced his with a heavy-duty sleep aid.

I left the room, closing the door behind me, and ran into Demyx, who grinned at me like a kid who had done something naughty and noone had caught him. "Soooo, who's in there?" he whispered, staring at me with wide, teal eyes.

"My friend, and he's sleeping so leave him alone, okay?" I said gruffly, pushing past him into the kitchen. Demyx tagged along, bouncing like a puppy.

"Oooooh, what's his NAME?" Demyx practically squealed with delight, drawing the attention of his beau, Zexion.

"Roxas, now go pester Zexion! Sheesh, what a pain you are," I glared half-heartedly at Demyx, whose jaw dropped and he rushed to the much shorter Zexion, clinging to him with a whine.

"Zexy, he's being mean to meee~!" Demyx whined, pouting at me with tear-filled eyes. God, what a little actor.

Zexion sighed and patted Demyx's back, then turned to look at me blandly. "Axel, please stop making Demyx whine. It makes my life harder than it needs to be," he sighed, causing Demyx to gasp and pull away, pouting at Zexion now.

Demyx stomped away, and flopped on the couch, only to jump up and turn to look at it confusion. I looked up as he reached down and picked up some broken Oreos, causing me to gulp. He looked up at me mischeviously. "Aaaaaxel. Why are there cookies all over the couch?" he giggled.

I rubbed my hair cautiously, glancing at Zexion, who was looking at me with a mild interest, the faintest of smirks showing on his lips. "Yes," he mused, "DO tell us why there are cookies all over the couch. I cleaned last night, so those shouldn't have been there. Axel?"

I glared at them both, then drooped my head in defeat. "They were for Roxas, 'cause he was drunk. Didn't want him to get a hangover. I only ate like one when he attacked..." I muttered, jumbling my words so that they were almost indecipherable.

"Come again..?" Zexion said politely, leaning forward, "We didn't hear you."

Slamming the tray on the counter, I turned to them and practically shouted, "THEY WERE FOR ROXAS! I DIDN'T WANT HIM TO GET A HEADACHE!"

Zexion nodded and rubbed his ears patiently, while Demyx blinked and backed away. "Sheesh, Ax. We were just playing... no need to shout," Demyx whimpered, wilting as he slunk away to his bedroom. Glancing coolly at me, Zexion made his way to the bedroom, trailing behind Demyx.

I stood staring after them, breathing heavily. I relaxed after a sec, rubbing my hair sheepishly. I'd have to apologize to Dem. I almost never yelled at him, and it made me feel bad. I was still grousing at myself for the ill-behavior toward Demyx and Zexion, when a whimper sounded from the hall. It didn't sound like Demy or Zexy, so I started toward it, when someone knocked at the door.

I darted over to it, glancing back at the hallway, before peering out the peephole. All I could see was a shock of brown hair, then a large blue eye. I pulled back, nose wrinkling. I cracked the door, and saw what looked like a slightly taller, brunette Roxas standing there with Riku.

I opened the door wider, smiling. "Riku, long time no see. This what you've been busy with, hmm?" I teased, leering at the brunette.

The brunette stared back, dead pan, and Riku blushed. "No, he's my friend, and Roxas' older twin, Sora," he huffed, slightly peeved at my jeering.

Shock showed for the merest instant, then I positively glowed with playful malice. This was going to be fun. I ushered them in with a wide grin, and closed the door behind us, locking it shut.

Sora peered around nervously, standing close to Riku while glancing at one thing after another. He reminded me of a puppy, unlike Roxas, who reminded me of a cat. When the sound of the lock clicking shut reached his ears, he whimpered and practically clung to Riku's arm.

Riku patted his fuzzy head and murmured reassuringly, then rolled his eyes at me. "Where's Roxas? That's the only real reason we're here," Riku drawled, rubbing the little brunette's hair softly.

I jerked my thumb toward my bedroom and said, "Asleep in there, he's down from an alcohol induced fever and some drugs to reduce the fever. He'll be out for awhile, those pills are pretty potent."

Looking indignant, Sora moved a little away from Riku to stare at me. "But he needs to rest at home, where he knows where all his stuff is, and he has clothes. He can't stay here," the boy argued, eyes scrunched in a frown.

I sighed and shook my head. "Seriously, where did you find this kid, Riku? He can't move, Sora. He's sick AND asleep. You might make him worse if you move him now. He needs to get better, then he can go back. Now, why don't you run along and I'll take care of him? Okay?" I groused, moving back toward the door to open it.

Riku dragged the protesting Sora toward the exit, and started out the door, but the brunette broke free (surprising both me and Riku, I mean, Riku has a freakin' DEATH grip) and stared angrily at me. "At least let me see him. I need to know you haven't done something horrible to him, like chained him to the bed or beaten him with something."

I sighed, and began toward my room, followed by the hot-headed kid and patience-worn Riku. I opened my door, showing the curled up Roxas, who was quiet now. Seeing nothing wrong, Sora retreated reluctantly, this time towing Riku. "All right, but don't you do anything to him, or I'll beat you up," he threatened, murder glinting in his cerulean eyes.

Strangely enough, I felt a glimmer of fear as he said this, but quickly dismissed it. I closed the living room door behind them, and my way back to my room. Roxas hadn't moved, and I was prepared to leave, when he whimpered again. I edged closer, and saw his hands grip the sheets, white-knuckled.

I placed on of my own delicately fingered hands on his cold ones, and they gripped the bedding tighter. He whimpered again and dragged the blanket in his hands closer. He murmured something, and I leaned forward to hear better. What I heard left me feeling shocked, gutted and nailed to the spot.

"Don't leave me alone... not again..." he whispered, tears squeezing through his eyelashes and down his flushed cheeks. He sobbed, and then muttered, "Axel... don't go... don't... leave me..."

I felt a single tear slide down my own face, and I leaned forward, placing my lips softly on his heated forehead. His frown smoothed out, and he relaxed the tiniest bit. I stared at his sleeping face, one hand still resting on his, when I felt a touch on my hand. I looked down to notice it was now held tightly. I gripped them as well, settling down on the bed. I scooted close to Roxas, pulling the covers over myself. I crushed Roxas gently against my chest, rubbing his face with my one free hand. He snuggled closer and buried his head in my neck.

He curled into a ball against my torso, breathing smoothly now. I kissed his hair again, and just lay there, relaxing. It couldn't hurt to take a little nap, since he'd be out for awhile, and I'd not slept much last night. I wrapped my arm around him and rested my chin on his hair, allowing my eyes to close as I drifted off. "Sleep well, Roxas," I murmured to him, feeling a small smile spread across his face as my own smile spread, and I fell into an easy slumber.

Fuuuu... I must say, it's harder to write a good fan-fic than it looks. I actually stopped writing this for a week because my muse had died. A most horrible death it was too.

I ended up drooling over thoughts of Luxord, Axel, and Xigbar again (my friend agrees about Luxord)... mmmmm delicious. My three favorite Orgy members. Course, it's strange thinking of Xigbar as sexy, since he's like 40 something. Those grey hairs have to mean something... Oh well. Review review review... or not... T^T it hurts when noone cares. Eh, oh well. Read and enjoy. the views are all that matters anywho.