STOP! This is a kingdom hearts fanfic, complete with yaoi, angst, and spoilers!! This is the continuation of New Kid, a fanfictious prologue to kingdom hearts. This takes place after everything has occurred, however, as opposed to New Kid. I'm trying to be a bit more upbeat, so please enjoy, fans and newcomers! ^ ^ NO CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY!!!!!!!!
Hayner sighed, throwing the half-eaten stick of salty ice cream to the ground in frustration. He wiped the sweat from his face, cursing the mugginess of Twilight Town's scorching summers. In the distance, the looming clock tower struck the hour. Hayner cursed loudly, hating himself for feeling like this. Why did he feel like he had forgotten something important?
"Hayner!" Pence called out to him from the opening between the town and the grassy ledge Hayner was laying on as he watched the clouds angrily. He came rushing up as Hayner looked down with a frown.
"Hayner, are you all right?" he asked, eyeing the melted mess of what used to be sea salt ice cream on the dirty ground. The look on his face was one of worry and concern. Hayner turned to face his best friend.
"It doesn't feel right."
"Huh?" Pence's face betrayed utter confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Hayner looked out over the valley and felt the pull of something he had forgotten. Something he cherished.
"It doesn't feel right," he repeated, furrowing his brows. "Me, you, and Olette. It feels like something's missing."
"You need a girlfriend Hayner?"
Hayner frowned and socked Pence one in the arm. His friend stuck out his lip and rubbed the area tenderly. Hayner looked back at the summer sky.
He had forgotten it. That feeling he used to have. The feeling of a summer day of laziness, eating ice cream on the clock tower, the struggle tournaments, talking to Pence, Olette, and…
There was someone else. Someone they used to hang out with! Who was it?
Pence waved a hand in front of Hayner's face. He didn't seem to realize how close Hayner was to a revelation. To knowing what was wrong with his summer.
"What's up, Hayner?"
Hayner turned, deep thought across his features.
"Who was it?"
"Huh?"
"The person we used to hang out with?! What was his name?!"
"Seifer?"
Hayner groaned in frustration.
"I told you not to talk about that!"
"Sorry…"
"There was a guy… he loved sea salt ice cream. He came to the clock tower with us… He won a struggle tournament!!"
Pence stared at Hayner like he had just sprouted antennae and yellow bulbous eyes. He bit his lip with a worried expression. Hayner could read the "he might be crazy" tone without trying. He hit the ground in frustration. Why was it so hard to say this?
"He was real!"
"I'm not saying he isn't…"
"But you're thinking it!"
Pence looked over at the town without speaking. There was his thinking expression, quiet and withdrawn. It had fostered some of their greatest endeavors.
"What if…"
"What if what, Pence?"
"What if… it was all a dream? A dream within a far off memory?"
"What was all a dream?"
"The blonde kid."
It was Hayner's turn to look at his best friend with puzzlement. He made a motion with his hand as if to explain something.
"…But I never said he was blonde."
"I know."
Hayner stared with wide eyes. Pence nodded. The sandy haired teen scanned the valley as if looking for proof.
"We do know him." Pence shrugged. But Hayner was convinced. He knew in his heart what was what.
He knew that his best friend was out there. He would find him.
~*~
Sora yawned and stretched. He blinked and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The sunlight drained in from the opened window and beside him it glinted off of Riku's soft hair. He smiled in spite of himself. He closed his eyes in a happy grin.
"Good morning Riku!"
Riku groaned and covered his head with the pillow, yanking it out from under Sora's elbow.
"Ri-ikuuu/i…"
Riku mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into the blankets. He swatted away Sora's hand as he tried to wake him. Sora grinned and got out of bed. He walked down to the kitchen and opened the freezer door, reaching for the ice cube tray. He laughed and bounded back up to the bedroom.
Riku was still under the pillow, encased in blankets, and Sora's grin grew wider. He plucked two ice cubes from the tray. He snuck up to Riku's bed and flipped his friend onto his back gently. He pulled the pillow away carefully and let Riku fall into his arms. Riku had never been a morning person. He always slept until he was pulled into a shower and dressed. But Sora wanted to wake up now. He took the ice cubes, looking over Riku's bare chest. He smirked and brought the ice cubes closer and closer…
"What the hell!!!!!"
Riku jumped about a foot from the bed as Sora jammed the ice cubes up his nostrils. He shot up and coughed, letting the ice cubes fall down onto his chest.
"Aaah! That's cold!"
He flinched as his nipples seized up and Sora laughed maniacally. He was bent over double and Riku took the chance to stuff the ice cubes down the back of his shirt. Immediately Sora shrieked and danced around with cold skin. Riku frowned at him, pouting. He knew that it was best that he got up sooner than later, but ice cubes up the nose? And now his nipples were hard. Thanks, Sora.
"That wasn't funny." But Riku knew that it was, in a stupid sort of way.
Sora snickered as Roxas heaved a mental sigh. Why was he in a mind with the mental capacity of a six year old? Why couldn't he think without Sora randomly interrupting him? And while he was at it, why was the sky blue and not pink with yellow poka dots? He instead looked at Riku, who was massaging his chest. Were his nipples sticking out? They were. Maybe the immaturity wasn't so bad.
Sora yawned and stretched as Riku cussed. The pale teen caught the gesture and sighed.
"Why wake me up if you aren't even up yet?"
"I'm up, Riku! I was just stretching."
"Lazy ass."
"What did you say Riku?!"
With that Sora pounced on his best friend, tackling him to the bed. Riku yelled and tried to push him off, but before long he was laughing and playing along. Roxas could feel it through Sora, and liked how Riku's wiry muscles pushed up against them. He noticed that Sora was a bit red, and knew that he couldn't help thinking a bit similarly. But Roxas knew more about these things than Sora…
Roxas thought about everything he had ever heard or learned at the Organization about man on man sex… there was a lot. Riku was under them, and he was thinking about sex. What happened next was completely natural.
Sora blinked and flushed a deep red. He could feel the stiffening in his groin. He was a bit familiar with it, but it was still unusual to him. And he was ion top of Riku./i It was awkward.
Riku frowned. He felt something digging into his hip. Now, Riku knew a bit more about this stuff than Sora, but he couldn't believe that his Sora would let it happen. He was always so innocent and pure…
"Sora, are you feeling alright?"
Sora blushed deeper, mumbling about Roxas and his thoughts before standing up quickly. Riku blinked, realizing that it idid/i happen, and turned just as red as Sora.
"It was Roxas…" Sora said lamely, and Roxas felt a smug sense of satisfaction.
iTake that, Sora…/i
Sora bent his head embarrassedly in response.
"I gotta go eat!" he squeaked, and rushed down the stairs.
iStupid!!!/i he chided.
Roxas didn't know which one of them he meant.
~*~
Axel looked over the ticket. It was a simple ticket, with the event, seat, and time printed on both the main part and the stub. But to him this ticket was so much more. It was a great beginning to a difficult mission. One that could win him life and love.
Xemnas had told him what was going on. He had signed a contract with the "angel of death", part of the underworld management, stating that they could live again, complete with hearts, upon the completion of several individual tasks. Axel's was to find and bring back someone very dear to him… and he would do his best.
The redheaded pyro looked over the racks of the shop, wondering if he should be worried. If his target was in this kind of situation, no doubt he was in trouble. Should he be wasting time here?
Yes, he needed to blend in. If he came in something conspicuous, then he could kiss his target good-bye. He sighed, sorting through the merchandise. Well, as long as he was doing this, he should try to have some fun.
Axel grinned, finding a couple that he liked, and went back to try them on. None of them fit. He groaned in exasperation.
"Curse these hips!" he muttered to himself, leaving the dressing room. A man stared at him funny. Axel blushed. Now he was attracting odd looks. Not that he blamed him, seeing a red haired teen of his type in such a place. He appeared to be out of his element. Truthfully, he was just uneasy without the ability to call forth fire to his aide.
"You might want to try over there," the man said, pointing to a section of the store Axel hadn't noticed before. He was blushing too now, as uncomfortable as Axel with a similar load in his hands.
"They have clothing better suited to your type of, erm, body…"
The two stared at each other with an uneasy look. Then Axel smiled his old confident grin. Life was too short to waste.
"Thanks buddy!"
He deposited the clothes that didn't fit by the reshelving bin and patted the man on the back. The look on his face as Axel walked away was priceless. He headed straight for the section the man had pointed out.
Hey, it did look a little better. Best give it a try. Axel shrugged and started looking.
He left fifteen minutes later with a satisfactory outfit.
Ready for duty.
Ready to bring back Roxas.
~*~
For Sora, the week until the concert couldn't move fast enough. For Roxas, an eternity wouldn't have been long enough. It was humiliating enough when he had been robbed of an identity, but now he had no common sense. At least, Sora did not.
Riku had to calm Sora down more than usual over the wait. There was a lot of pinning and tickling going on, and that was the only reason Roxas wished for the concert to arrive. He didn't trust Sora's penis and his dirty mind around Riku. He was trying to avoid another isticky/i situation. Axel's sense of humor seemed to have rubbed off on him. A throb sounded in his chest. Sora's chest.
And finally, Saturday came and the wait was over. It was time to go out in public in a dress. Roxas was overjoyed.
iHave I ever said how much I hate you Sora?/i
iYeah yeah, almost every day./i
iGood. 'Cause I really hate you./i
iFair enough/i
Sora spent three hours doing his makeup. He used blush, mascara, lipstick, and blue eye shadow. Roxas' highlight of the dressing up was seeing Sora's black lacy underwear.
iIs that a girl's too?/i
iShut up Roxas!/i
iRiku will be so pleased with it. Good choice./i
iI'm not listening to you!/i
iGood luck with that./i
Sora sighed and looked at the mirror. He grabbed an eye pencil from the table and twirled it between his fingers. The word kohl came up as it spun. Ebony kohl eye pencil. Roxas' chest clenched itself into a fist. He remembered a conversation distantly.
i"Axel, why do you do your face like that?"
The redhead turned to face his boyfriend of three days. He was sitting at a table, applying makeup underneath his emerald eyes. He smiled and Roxas blushed. It was still foreign to him to have a partner like this.
"I like it. It accents me."
"Yes it does."
Axel's smile grew wider, and Roxas smiled back, still red.
"C'mere and let me do you."
"No! I couldn't…"
"I'll give you some hints."
It ended in them kissing in front of the mirror, makeup strewn across their faces./i
Roxas watched Sora apply the makeup. He thought hard about what they were doing.
iYou have to use different sides or it dulls./i
iWhat?/i
Sora was unused to Roxas giving him advice.
iTo keep it sharp,/i he explained. iTurn it as you go./i
Sora tried it, seeing the difference.
iGee, thanks!/i he exclaimed, darkening his eyes and then drawing a spiraling curve down his left cheek.
iDon't mention it./i Roxas thought sadly. He wished for his friend now more than ever.
Sora finished with his makeup and examined himself before nodding, satisfied. He tramped down the stairs calling Riku in a whiny voice.
"Ri-ikuuu/i, let's go!"
Riku was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. He had his gown on, and blue eye shadow adorned his sea foam eyes. He had gone with the same makeup idea as Sora and a blue moon with jewels was splayed across his cheek. He smiled as Sora approached.
"Shall we go?"
After several shrieks about how good Riku looked, the party was out the door. Roxas settled in for a long night of mind numbing excitement. He was going to a Crossdressers concert.
~*~
Axel grinned. This was his kind of crowd. The music was loud and sexy. He was getting stares of all kind, eyes roving his body with interest. He waved to a boy with blue streaks in his hair, lifting his eyebrows in a suggestive way. The boy spilled a drink all over his friend, and Axel laughed. He walked closer to the stage, checking out the lead singer. Not too shabby, he decided.
He scanned the crowd, looking for a certain brunette he knew was there. This visit was to observe, not to interfere. He needed to know his goal was attainable. At the least.
Guys all over were dancing and jiving. Axel joined them, pumping his hips to the beat. He knew how to have a good time. Until Sora appeared, he would wait. He tugged at his skirt, liking the shortness of the outfit. The songs were catchy and the boys were good looking. He was going to have a good time.
He looked over at the entrance, wondering if Sora was here yet. If they didn't show up, then it would be a waste of his time.
A cute young man offered to buy him a drink. Maybe not, he thought. He accepted, not with the intention to do anything, but liking the attention.
"Nice concert, huh?" asked a red haired boy near him. He looked like an agreeable sort of fellow, with a wide grin and tan skin. He was wearing a cheerleader outfit with D.I. displayed across the chest.
"For Destiny Islands?" Axel asked, pointing to the letters.
"Yeah," the boy grinned. "I'm here with my friend Tidus, he's getting us drinks. What's your name?"
"Axel," he smiled, liking this fellow immediately. "What's yours?"
"Wakka," the boy replied, turning back to the stage. "I can't believe these guys even came here!"
Axel grinned.
"Neither can I."
~*~
Sora screamed along with the lyrics, jumping up and down. He was enjoying himself so much that Riku was laughing at his expressions. They both smiled and danced along with the crowd. Roxas just sat in Sora's head, not amused. He wanted to get out of there. This was hell.
The song changed, and a shy looking boy in a miniskirt walked over and asked Riku to dance. Riku accepted, proving that he knew how to dance with a partner well. He was good at dancing, Roxas could definitely see that. Sora remained ignorant, until Roxas forced his eyes over to where Riku was twisting to the melody. Then he blushed and lost the beat.
When Riku was done, he turned to Sora and smiled.
"Would you like to dance?"
Sora prepped his mouth to say no thanks. The word raced through his mind, running for the tip of his tongue. His brain made all the right connections and poised to refuse the offer. But Roxas had a different idea. He was tired of Sora doing this all the time, letting Riku slip away. It was painfully like his relationship with Axel.
"I'd love to."
Sora blushed; knowing who had really said that, but Riku smiled and took his hand. Sora couldn't get in the groove. He tried, but couldn't keep up with Riku's dancing. He became exasperated, calling in his head for Roxas to help.
Roxas thought of Axel, of his best friend, the one who had searched the world for him and returned empty handed. He thought about his pale skin, his slender fingers and emerald eyes. His hips and legs. He reached into Sora and pulled out himself, his feelings hopes and desires. He smiled and moved closer to Riku, wrapping his arms around his neck. Riku looked surprised, and then pleased, as Roxas as Sora danced closer and smoothly met the rhythm. Sora watched this time as Roxas pleased his best friend. When the song was over, Roxas let go and Sora came back into full.
"You're a good dancer," Riku said, smiling.
"I-I'm not really…" Sora stammered.
"Nonsense. Hey, I'm gonna get us some drinks. Wait here."
Sora blushed and turned back to the crowd as Riku slipped off.
Roxas could see the wide range of costumes and getup in the audience and it frightened him. There were maid outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, s&m suits… it was a medley of cross-dressing perverts. Who would be caught dead going to a place like this?
A flash of red caught his eye. He looked through Sora's eyes at the back of a redhead in a nurse's uniform. The boy's hips curved out nicely and the dress fit him like a glove. His buttocks curved into perfect taunt lines, but none of this was what Roxas was concerned about.
The hair stuck out in every direction. It was bright red and shoulder length. iHe knew that hair./i
It was Axel.
The boy turned and his emerald eyes glinted in the flashing lights. He grinned at no one in particular. His face was adorned with two teardrops under his eyes. Eyes that were curved in a way that was almost Egyptian in shape. Beautiful eyes.
Roxas wrenched control from Sora once again to stare. He was seeing Axel again, he was sure of it. But wasn't he dead? Could his prayers have been answered? His heart beat recklessly in his chest. What was Axel doing in his life again? What was he doing in Sora's life?
And most importantly, what was he doing at a Crossdressers concert?