Beware, Roxas, beware! It's going to get a little strange, now. I like to think it's "Haha" strange and not "What are you on?" strange. If it's weird, you can blame my best friend, who is known on most sites as PrincessKatana and just happens to give me lots of crazy ideas on a plate. She has greatly contributed to this particular fic, so I thank her!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not Demyx, not Axel,and not "What's My Age Again?" Okay?
"Uh, where's Mr Fisher?" Roxas asked feebly as he entered the cooking room (which smelt of fish). He furrowed his eyebrows at the man, not sure whether he was a young teacher or just a tall student.
"Roxas, right? He's had to take a rain check, so you've got me instead," he grinned. "The name's Mr Flynn. F-L-Y-N-N. Got it memorised?"
The teenager stared at Axel in alarm. Was the guy high? Wait… he was the guy Namine was talking about. Which meant he was his P.E. teacher. "Er, yeah. What do you want me to do?"
"Hmmm," Axel started to circle around him, shark-like. "Why don't cha run around the room for me?"
"What?"
"You heard me, run around the room. NOW."
Terrified, Roxas flung his bag onto a nearby table and began to jog around the room, constantly swerving to miss the sharp ended desks and counters littered about the room. He stopped beside the teacher, clutching his left side, which had painfully collided with the corner of a desk.
"Hmm, this is a bit dangerous. We'd better go to the gym!" Mr Flynn grinned brightly.
"But sir… I don't have my p.e. kit."
"You could do it in your underwear."
"No way!"
"I'm only joking!" Axel pursed his lips. "I suppose I could let you go early…"
"Oh thanks sir!"
"Wait, I said suppose, right? How much munny do you have on you?"
Roxas backed away in alarm, making a mental note to report Mr Flynn to the police once he had got home. "I dunno, forty munny?"
"You give me your munny, I'll let you go free."
"But, I, er… I guess," he removed the munny from his wallet and handed it to his teacher, the coins making a satisfying clink as they landed in his hand.
"Thanks, I'm saving up for a trip to Las Vegas, you know."
"That's very nice," Roxas mumbled. He took a cautious look out of the window, it was streaked with long, thick waterfalls of rain, and the sky outside was a threatening shade of charcoal. "Oh geez." He'd just given all of his bus fare to Mr Flynn.
"What's up, Roxas?"
"I have to walk home in the rain," and then, forgetting the 'You must always respect teachers' rule, he added resentfully, "thanks to you."
"Oh, right," for the first time, Axel looked apologetic. "Do you want me to drive you home?"
Roxas grabbed his bag from the table irritably. "No. I'm not letting my teacher take me home, it's weird."
"Oh there you are, Axel!"
The pair turned around to see another young teacher peering from round the doorframe. He was tall, and cute with sea-green eyes, a dirty blonde mullet and an adorable piano tie. He gave them a good natured wave.
"I've been looking all over for you! I need you to drive me home!"
"Why do I need to drive you home, Demyx?" Axel sighed.
"You know my car got stolen two months ago!" He whined in response. "And I would ask Zexy to drive me but he has to stay back late to prepare for parent's evening!"
"Fine, I'll be ready in a few," Axel shuffled closer to Demyx shiftily. "He's in detention," he jabbed a thumb at Roxas, who narrowed his eyes at him.
"Aw, bless him! It's been a long time since I've ever had to do a detention with naughty kids like him!"
"Isn't that because you're too much of a pushover to actually punish kids? And you mostly teach the younger years anyway…"
"I suppose. Come on Axel, we need to get home!" Demyx tugged at his friend's arm desperately. "There's a movie marathon on Disney Cinemagic and I'll miss if it we don't hurry!"
"Seriously, how old are you?" Axel sighed, and then turned to Roxas. "Come on, Roxy. I'll drive you home."
"Please don't give me nicknames Mr Flynn," Roxas said awkwardly. "It's disturbing."
"Quit stalling, it's not as if I'm gonna shove you in my car boot and kidnap you. Seriously!"
"I wouldn't put it past you…" Demyx muttered under his breath.
Roxas didn't really have a choice in the matter, as Axel grabbed hold of his wrist and dragged him along to the car, pushed him into the passenger seat (much to Demyx's complaint), and then grinned at him charmingly. "Where do you live, Roxy?"
"I want to walk home!" He protested, having no effect on the teacher whatsoever.
"Hmm, Demyx do you know where that is? I don't think it's a real address…"
"Nope!" Demyx smiled cheerily, and then, leaning forward from the back seat, popped one of his own CDs into Axel's music player.
"Fine!" Roxas folded his arms in defeat. "It's fourteen Paopu Tree Drive."
"Ah, I know where that is!" Axel said proudly and hopped into the driver's seat.
The ride home was noisy. Axel's bright red car was rather old, and had an engine that constantly complained about having being used. Adding to the rattles and clanks from said engine, Demyx also whined about how rubbish the old heap of junk was compared to Zexion's car, and then would stop doing this so that he could sing at the top of his lungs to the songs on the CD.
"Well, I'm saving up for Las Vegas!" Axel yelled in defence. "I can't afford to spend fifty thousand munny on the latest Ferrari with leather seats, rockets for engines and cup-holders!"
Demyx ignored him and grabbed the headrest of Roxas' chair so that the teenager turned to face him . "I think I've got you in my class this year! I teach music! I look forward to seeing what instrument you play, Roxas."
"Back. Off," Axel hissed. "I'm very sorry about him Roxy. He's very grippy."
"I don't mind, he was only being friendly," the blonde shrugged.
Axel gasped, feeling the threatening wave of competition engulf every little spark in his brain. He realised that he would have to kick it up a notch.
"Wow Roxas, you have the most beautiful eyes," Axel drawled, quickly snagging the teenager's attention from the chatty music teacher. "You look like an angel."
Roxas eyed Mr Flynn warily, and then shuffled as far as he could get to the door as possible.
"Do you play an instrument Roxas?" Demyx asked brightly.
"No, but I've always wanted to learn how to play saxophone," Roxas replied, turning to face him. "Saxophonists always look really cool."
"Huh, well you know, it's the footballers and stuff that get the best girls… and guys, not lame saxophone players," Axel muttered, and then flashed his award winning grin Roxas' way.
"Yeah right, haven't you heard of Footballers' Wives? It's just full of slags!"
"Shut the hell up, O'Dorkohue, or else you're walking home!"
Demyx slumped back into his seat sulkily, and then began to hum along to the tune of "Surfing USA", a much more worthwhile alternative to arguing with the fiery red head.
"So, Roxy… what are you interested in?" Axel questioned calmly, twisting the steering wheel as he rounded a corner.
Roxas stiffened at the seemingly harmless question, unsure whether to trust his teacher or not. "I like skateboarding and video games."
"Me too!" Mr Flynn grinned, extending an arm out to rest his hand upon the teenager's knee. Roxas yelled, flailed around and whacked it defensively in response, causing Axel to lose control of the wheel and steer his car towards a brick wall. He swerved sharply back on to the road, a thousand complaints honking at him from the many irked drivers nearby as he did so.
"You can't do that, you freak!" Roxas screamed at him.
"Hey, if something bad happens to me in this car, I'll sue you!" Demyx announced from the back seat. "And change the song, I wanna listen to 'What's my age again'!"
"Shut up Demyx!" Axel replied angrily, pulling over at the side of the road. "Get out."
"What? No way!"
"I warned you, now get out." Having no effect on the poor music teacher, Axel got out of the car, opened the back door and pulled out the whinging Demyx.
"Hey! But it's MY house Axel!"
"Tough," he replied, getting back into his seat and taking off before Demyx could protest.
"Mr Flynn, that was horrible," Roxas mumbled, feeling very afraid of his P.E teacher and wishing that he could join Demyx in the ever safe outside world.
"Nah, he's fine," Axel waved a hand dismissively and turned his attention back to the road. Roxas stole a nervous glance in the mirror, frowning when he saw the image of Demyx frantically running behind in a vain attempt to catch up with them.
"This it?" Axel looked at him enquiringly, gesturing the row of sun kissed orange houses to their left.
"Yeah, this is it. Just park here, I can walk the rest."
He looked disappointed with the reply, "You sure?"
"Positive."
Axel sighed and pulled over. "Well, it was nice driving you home Roxy!" He grinned.
"Thanks Mr Flynn," Roxas replied sheepishly.
"My pleasure," Still smiling in that creepy way of his, he darted forward and pecked Roxas on the cheek.
Flushed tomato-red and furious, the teenager screamed, whacked Axel on the face and yelled, "What the fk?!"
"I was just saying goodbye," Axel beamed.
Not wanting to stick around for any more abuse from his teacher, Roxas yanked the door open and leapt out of the car, ensuring that he ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to his house.
The next day, Roxas had made it an obligation not to be seen by Mr Flynn. The red headed teacher was a weirdo, he had concluded, and it was in his best interests to avoid him at all costs. He wanted to forget him, and focus on the all important matter of trying to make some new friends. After a tedious maths lesson with Mr Thornton, who had a monotonous voice and some obvious anger issues that needed to be addressed, he stepped into his English classroom. He knew no one in this class, so he scoured the room for a possible candidate for a friend. There was a boy standing alone in the corner of the room, his head bent low to examine a sheet of paper, allowing his long emo fringe to flop down. He looked promising.
"Hi, I'm Roxas," he said kindly. There was no answer. "I'm new here, I just started here yesterday." Still no answer. He looked around for something to talk about. "I wonder when the teacher will arrive…"
The boy's head snapped up at that. He looked furious. "I AM the teacher," he hissed.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Roxas stumbled back, embarrassed at not noticing that the man wasn't dressed in school uniform.
"Do you know what it's like, having to put up with you little punks and your sass about my height every single day?"
"I'm really sorry, sir!"
"Quiet! I don't want to hear you make stupid excuses. You've just ruined my day. In fact, have a detention!" Mr Ishida angrily whipped out one of those dreaded pink slips and scrawled down Roxas' details. He thrust it into the teenager's hand and glowered at him. "Sit down."
Roxas quickly occupied one of the available seats, which was unfortunately situated at the front of the classroom. He jumped out of his skin as a copy of "Romeo and Juliet" and a clean exercise book slapped his table, almost hitting his innocent fingers.
"We're currently writing an essay about two of the characters in Romeo and Juliet, just take notes on everything I tell you to, and then you can catch up tomorrow in your detention," said Mr Ishida irritably, although it seemed as though he had calmed down a bit.
"Act two, scene four," said Zexion, holding up his copy of Romeo and Juliet pointedly. "I want Tony and Georgia to read as…" He trailed off, having his attention caught by the fact that the classroom door had been nudged open.
The perpetrator happened to be very tall, and very slim with very unmasculine hips that were hugged tightly by vibrant red trackie bottoms. His hair was wild, the brightest and boldest shade of red and sticking out in all directions, which was complimented by the intensely bright green eyes that glittered wickedly. Axel paid no attention to the class, not even gracing them with a wry comment (like he usually did). Instead he strode over to Roxas' table and sat down in the available seat, smiling as if this was a completely normal thing to do and as if he had done it all his life. Zexion just glowered at him.
"Axel, I mean Mr Flynn," he hissed, trying not to draw attention. "Don't you have a class you should be attending to?"
Axel pretended to think for a few moments, "Yeah, but they're not important." In response to Zexion's disapproving glare, he added weakly, "I wanna learn English real bad!"
Mr Ishida sighed, "Please, just get out. You're disturbing my class, and this is the only opportunity I get all day to have a break from you, so go."
The P.E teacher ignored him, instead turning to Roxas, whom was wearing an expression mixed between disgruntlement and fear.
"Hi Roxy."
Roxas ignored him.
"Axel, get out of my classroom!" Zexion yelled, his temper rising. He paused to think, realising that plain shouting at him was futile. "If you don't leave this instant… I won't make you any dinner tonight!" The class began to buzz with gossip, and having realised the implications of his less than thought through statement, he clapped a hand to his forward in frustration.
"I'll order take out!" Axel argued defiantly.
"Aren't you saving up for Las Vegas?" Zexion raised his visible eyebrow smugly.
"Damn you!" Axel stood up, defeated. He stroked Roxas arm, he shivered in response. "Bye Roxy."
"Get lost," Roxas scoffed in defence, having realised that there was little point in trying to ignore him.
"Your words hurt my soul!" Axel held his hands to his chest pathetically, and then shuffled away out of the room.
Zexion coughed awkwardly. "Well, forgetting that intrusion, let's get back to work. Now, in Romeo and Juliet Shakespeare uses dramatic irony, which means that the audience know a fact in the play that most of the characters don't." He stopped and began to write notes upon the board.
"Hey sir!" A cheeky silver-haired boy jeered from the back of the class. "I can't see what you're writing, it's too low down!"
"That is it!" Zexion screeched, storming out of the classroom furiously.
A few points I need to make:
1. The Las Vegas issue will be actually relevant some day.
2. Axel, Zexion and Demyx all share an apartment. xD
3. Reviews, like chocolatey cereal, make me very happy. :D
4. I adore you Zexion.