Title: Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Disclaimer: If my friend and I owned the Kingdom Hearts series, this would be a movie and yaoi galore would be everywhere. Do you see the yaoi everywhere? Didn't think so.
Author's note: wrote this with my friend, same one who is writing the Secret Diary of Beelzebub with me, and we hope you all enjoy. :)
Pairings: RikuSora, AxelRoxas, and more
Warnings: particle physics references, implied homosexuality, Oprah and republican bashing (not reflective of our own views. But come on, everyone knows a liberal like Roxas is in this story. Everyone.). Parolee-bashing, flamers, dungeons and dragons references and more.
Chapter Two: Say a Prayer But Let The Good Times Roll
Axel smirked, climbing out of the nearby subway entrance. Pocketing his mp3 player, the glass bottle green eyes observing the surrounding area. The Twinky Twincest Cousins hadn't made it out this far yet, maybe farther inside? Axel stalked his way onto the quad, his eyes darting across the campus.
Ah ha! There! A group of people were busy trying to fix a destroyed public awareness exhibit on sexual violence; furious at how quickly two little freshmen were able to cause damage. Humming the Mission: Impossible theme to himself, Axel darted from large, ancient tree to large ancient tree in the general direction. Within hearing distance of the group, his eyes once again surveyed the area.
His head snapped around at shrill yells coming from the Humanities building. Was it—yes, Sora's patented eunuch yell. He sprinted toward the sound. Cashmere-clad students parted for him like the Red Sea, out of respect for his reputation as much as out of the knowledge that this was one of Sora's antics, and therefore Axel's jurisdiction, as friend.
Before pulling the heavy main doors open, the frictional sound of metal and plastic against marble met his ears. He burst in, and dashed past fresh-faced students and middle-aged professors alike who were poking their heads curiously into the hall. Thirty yards, right turn, forty yards, right turn, quick left, then—
Sora was completely horizontal, and not touching the ground at all. He was hugging the leg of a heavy oak desk (what administrator had just had their office furniture hijacked?), thus the scraping sound, while Roxas pulled him by both ankles down the corridor.
Axel couldn't explain his subsequent pause to observe the scene, except with the defense that knowing what was happening was a good deal different from actually seeing it. The tall redhead then proceeded to mosey his way over to the two, ignoring his instincts to move away from loud screaming, and separated them.
Sora, geeky brown spiky haired boy that he was, proceeded to dive underneath the desk and hide from Roxas. Roxas himself had to be held back by Axel's long lithe arms from grabbing at his cousin. Realizing he wouldn't be able to get out of this grip easily, the blond stopped from fighting against the hold to relaxing and taking some calming breaths. Once Axel was sure Roxas and Sora, still hiding, were no longer screaming or clawing for the other, he released the blond.
Roxas crossed his arms and glared at the upperclassman, the look closer to a pout than an actual glare. Axel knelt down and pulled Sora out from under the desk, making him stand on two feet. Considering the cross campus scramble, Sora and Roxas didn't look too horrible. Sora's glasses were skewered across his face, cheeks flushed, shirt hanging of one shoulder (ripped probably from before), and shoes missing. Roxas' cheeks were flushed, both his shoes remained on his feet, jacket only on one arm, and his pants were sagging from all the running.
Glancing back and forth between the cousins turned roommates, Axel only had one question. "What the hell brought this on?"
First day of class
The first day hadn't been too bad, Sora thought as he wandered across campus. His eyes were focused on the campus map his RA handed him the night before, not really paying attention to where he was walking. With a quick glance up, azure eyes recognized the area as the spot Roxas and he agreed to meet for lunch. Both boys had a two hour break around midday that allowed for food and conversation.
Marking the spot on his map, Sora turned to the east and continued on. He reached the building in question and tugged on the handle of one of the heaviest doors possible. Groaning, the milk chocolate haired boy worried his bottom lip, realizing he might end up pulling a muscle in his arms from how heavy the doors were. And that would not be beneficial to his schooling…whatever he was going to be.
Pulling out a different piece of paper from his ripped Levi jeans back pocket, that was already threatening to rip in half from constant folding and unfolding, and observed his classroom number. Sora climbed three flights of stairs and made his way to the class in the back corner. The room was small, considering it was an introductory English class, but Sora wasn't going to complain. If it meant more one on one assistance from a teacher, more points for him.
Sora had difficulty writing essays and putting his thoughts on paper. The boy however had no issues analyzing or tearing apart any literary work to find symbolism, imagery, alliterations, onomatopoeias and more. That was probably the reason he got high marks in his high school literary analysis class, but failed the essay writing portion. Sitting in the middle of the classroom, closest to the windows, Sora allowed himself to relax. He already had three classes before this one and was exhausted from the walking and the climbing and the sitting and the listening and more walking, his two hour break was looking to be heaven sent.
He only had to wait two more minutes before the class was filled to the brim with fellow students, most likely freshmen, before two more people walked in. One was a female, with long brown hair pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a long sleeved purple shirt dress, black leggings and a pair of flip flops. Her eyes surveyed the class with a quick smile; she looked no more than twenty-five years old.
The person behind h was taller, around the same age. The boy had wildly spiked fire red hair; his skin slightly darker tanned than the Caucasian Boston natives, and wore a full suit and tie. His tie was an emerald green, stark against the white button up shirt and midnight black jacket and pants of the suit. However, when he turned to face the class alongside the professor, Sora noticed the boy had bright, piercing bottle green eyes that glittered with a mischief he had never seen before. He also looked like he couldn't be more than a few years older than Sora himself.
The female cleared her throat; the noisy (was it noisy? Sora hadn't noticed) class settling down quickly and turning complete focus to the teacher. "Welcome to English 101. You're class schedule says my last name is Helio." Her brown eyes looked bright and amused. "Disregard that and call me Meg, short for Megara. I'm in charge of assigning writings and grading them. However, Axel here will be in charge of peer reviewing your papers. If you have any questions or anything, ask him."
Axel smiled wide, the grin something that made fear go down Sora's spine. That was a troublemaking grin if the eighteen year old had ever seen one. As if just realizing the state of Axel's dress, Megara raised an eyebrow. "Why the penguin suit?"
"Oh come on," his voice was deep, but lighted with some cheeriness, and managed to somehow be alluring. "Supposed to be a grad student now, right? Got to be a role model."
"For Ugly Tie Day?" The class laughed predictably. "They got into this school, Red. I'm sure they can figure out dress code on their own." Sora liked Megara already. As the other grad student began defining the reasons that syllabi were for brainwashed bureaucrats, Sora's eyes settled on the redheaded grad student teacher's aide. The man began with a simple tapping foot, and then progressed jerkily into a bobbing head, lips barely mouthing words, and finally, angular shoulders shifting to put disco champions to shame.
Megara rolled her eyes once again, smacking Axel in the side with a spare notebook. "Don't make me banish you Red. I can and will put you on red-ink duty for the rest of the semester, and stop providing alibis for your probation officer. This is my class, not yours." Axel continued to hum. "And there will be no Freddie Mercury during lectures."
Axel dropped to his knees dramatically. "But the show must go ooo-oo-ooooooonnnn!" As the hall collapsed in guffaws, Megara wailed on Axel with the notebook. By the end of the Meg's 'punishment' Axel was jokingly curled up on the wooden floor, hands protecting his face.
"Why didn't you give me mercy and become a chemistry major?" Megara sat on the nearby table, glaring at the redhead. "I've already dealt with you enough."
Axel stood up, adjusting his suit and tie, grinning manically at the fellow English grad student. "What could they teach me that I don't already know?"
Megara paused. "Good point. Drama?"
"Same thing," Axel's grin was even bigger now. "Plus, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to torture you. We're going on nine semesters now."
"I seriously thought I got rid of you last semester," Megara sighed. "What do I need, a restraining order? Or will that be pointless Mister Avoids His Probation?" Not waiting for an answer, Megara pointed a finger at the opened classroom door. "Go work on your thesis. I need to teach this class."
Axel glanced at the clock, "You're a little late. Class should be over by now." As numerous freshmen hurried to pack up and leave, Axel chuckled. "Good thing it was just the syllabus, huh?"
"…Go away, Red."
"Feeling the love here Meg, I really am." Axel's green eyes rose to the back of the room, watching the numerous bodies leaving. His gaze met Sora's, the geeky boy slowly packing up. He could tell the boy was gaining the courage for something.
Sora licked his chapped lips, eyes darting back and forth between Axel and Megara. "Um…Excuse me?" At Megara's acknowledging nod, Sora continued. "I know I am going to need tutoring and it was unclear who I would talk to and meet with, and the tutoring times."
Megara let out another sigh. "Well, unfortunately for you, Axel is the master tutor for this class." Shooting the smug redhead a look, Megara picked up another syllabus and demonstrated where Sora could find the official tutoring times. "If you need any help, you are supposed to ask him."
"I thought you loved me?" Axel shot her a puppy-eyed glance.
"If I didn't know better, Mr. Narcissistic-Serial-Arsonist-Flaming-Homosexual, maybe." Megara packed up her items, sharing a small smile with Sora. "Keep in mind you could always email me as well, or ask questions during class if you don't want to deal with Red."
Sora nodded, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and watched Megara leave the classroom. Axel and Sora were left in the large room, the freshman feeling vaguely uncomfortable being in the presence of a parolee.
Axel gave Sora a grin, this one considerably less frightening than the others. "Dungeon's and Dragons fan?" Sora glanced down at his shirt, having to readjust his glasses. The black shirt had a 20 sided die and read, 'Don't Make Me Roll Initiative.' Glancing back up at the redhead, Sora nodded. "I played tabletop back home."
Axel tilted his head to the side slightly. "Really? I think we have a club here somewhere on campus for good classic D&D." Axel grabbed his briefcase and wrapped an arm around Sora, leading him out of the room and outside into the crisp air. "I'll find out when and where they meet so you can get back to the holy geekdom." Axel smirked, "I have to say I play too, but nowhere near as religiously as some of those guys."
Sora's eyes widened behind his glasses, his head tilted at an insane angle to look the tall man in the face. "You play?"
The response was a pleased, "Oh hell yes." He pulled Sora closer, the freshman slowly leading the grad student to the spot where he and Roxas were supposed to meet. Roxas was already there, sitting cross-legged, sipping out of a Starbucks latte. The blond was eating small pieces out of a Caesar Salad with a plastic fork while reading the newly released O! Magazine.
Axel observed Roxas for a moment, disregarding the fact Sora removed himself from Axel's presence and sat beside his cousin. Roxas barely murmured a hello, and Sora grunted a response while digging for his lunch. Axel finally sat down across from the duo, pulling out a sandwich from his briefcase.
Roxas glanced up, cobalt eyes meeting bottle glass green. The redhead smirked predatorily and Roxas turned to his cousin. "Sora, who is this?"
Sora looked up from his lunchbox, his… Star Wars lunch box, and gave a tiny smile. "This is my teacher's aide from English."
Axel scooted forward, uncaring about grass stains on his 'penguin suit'. "The name's Axel. A-X-E-L, got it memorized? I am Sex on Legs." As Sora's face turned bright red, Roxas's dropped into annoyed. That remark automatically knocked Axel onto Roxas's list of people to avoid.
"Leave, pervert."
"Only if I get your name first." Axel glanced over at Sora, hunched over his Star Wars lunch box waiting for Roxas to steal it.
"Roxas." Roxas spat, eyes narrow and watching every movement Axel made. "I'm Sora's cousin. Now leave." Axel continued to sit there, big grin across his face. Axel then proceeded to converse with Sora about all the Star Wars movies and debate over which was their favorite. "Why aren't you leaving?"
"I said I'd leave when I got your name, but I didn't exactly specify when."
"You're an ass."
The rest of lunch proceeded with Axel and Sora speaking a considerable amount of geek, Roxas throwing in his own two-cents worth and stealing Sora's lunch box. After two hours of bickering, debating, glaring and leering, the trio separated to their next classes.
From then on, Axel ate lunch with the two cousinsl and the group dynamic was forever changed.