Note: Wooh hoo! Second Chapter is FINALLY up! This one took a while to write but it's up and that's all that matters. I think this chapter and the next one will be when things start getting interesting and crazy!
Disclaimer: After hours spent slaving over the games, and research, I've found that I own zero of Kingdom Hearts *Tear
Warning: This story contains boys who like boys and girls who like girls, shield your eyes if offended easily, or simply don't read it :D
He lay in his bed, restless and agitated. His eyes darted over to the clock for the millionth time only to be greeted by disappointment as the atomic green numbers glowed back the same exact time for what seemed to be years. He let out and exasperated sigh and rolled over, trying to find a more comfortable spot that wasn't anywhere on the bed.
"What are you doing?" The lump next to him grumbled out.
"I can't go to sleep Roxy." He whined.
"What time is it?" Roxas asked, lifting himself to a sitting position, looking at the clock that to Axel was frozen.
"It's only three, and it's been three forever!" Axel groaned and twisted to his side, now facing Roxas.
"In the morning? Axel what the hell? Why are you up?"
"Because I can't sleep! I'm too excited for tomorrow!"
"Why?"
"Because it's my birthday!" Axel exclaimed, pouncing out of the bed.
"Axel, you're birthday is in two days." Roxas sighed out, followed by a quiet 'idiot'.
A goofy smile played across his lips; once in a very long while Roxas would be wrong and Axel couldn't help but gloat in his face. It was worth the pain given later.
"What?" Roxas asked, eyeing the moronic looking redhead through bleary eyes.
"You said my birthday was in two days." The dorky smile grew.
"And?" Irritation and curiousity prevailing over his drowsiness.
Axel paused a moment to absorb the lack of knowledge Roxas had over the subject they were discussing with delight.
"Axel!"
"You said my birthday was in two days-"
"Yes I'm pretty sure we've already established that. What else?" Roxas quickly asked, trying to end the conversation so Axel would shut up and go back to sleep.
"It's not. My birthday is tomorrow!" He jumped with glee.
"Axel what-"
"It's three in the morning. Meaning that today is tomorrow and that means my birthday is in only ONE day!"
Roxas spent a few seconds trying to comprehend what Axel had just said while he stood there still smiling brightly.
"Go back to bed." He said, rolling over and closing his eyes, sensing Axel's disappointment as he climbed back into the bed. He then felt Axel's body press against his and warm breath ghosting his neck, causing goosebumps to cover his body.
"Y'know since we're both awake now. Maybe I could have an early birthday gift?" Axel cooed, pulling Roxas closer and moving his arm downward, expecting Roxas to immediately smack his arm back.
"Fine. But make it quick." He yawned out.
"Really?" Disbelief in his voice.
"No. Go to sleep."
"Damn!" Came the voice from within the closet.
"What now Vexen?" He sighed. Vexen had been digging and searching his entire room and closet for a present to give Axel for the past twenty four hours, and still couldn't find anything.
"I thought I found something good but it's kinda broken."
"And what would that be?" He asked, perfectly content laying on Vexen's bed and relaxing while he had mini panic attacks every twelve minutes.
"A candlestick." Vexen said after a sigh.
"You're seriously going to give him a candlestick?" He asked incredulously.
"He likes to play with fire! What else would I give him, either way it's going to end up in flames so I might as well give him something that actually is meant to be burned." Vexen responded as he reentered the room from the bowels of the closet, holding the candle.
"Yeah, but a candle?"
"Look Saix, you can either help me, or just lay there being lazy. But don't judge what I find as potential gifts for the idiot." He said, despising the redhead for existing.
"Or there's secret option three." Saix said with a smirk as he stood up.
"And what would-"
A split second later he lay on the bed with Saix on top of him.
"You could be lazy with me."
She hadn't been herself the past few days. She screwed up. Bad. And she couldn't think of any way to fix it. She'd even locked herself up in the Astronomy tower again so she could think without being bothered. When she told Namine' about the kiss with Luxord she could see the hurt in her face. Even though she explained that it just happened and Luxord forced it upon her. but there was no excuse, she messed up and now Namine' has been locked in her room and won't talk to anyone all because of her and Luxord.
Luxord.
He was the one who kissed her. This was all his fault. She rose from the chair and stormed out of the room to pay the little gambler a special visit.
"Did you even sleep last night Rox?" He asked, noting the lack of response coming from the blond already face first on the kitchen table, asleep.
"Seems like a no." Zexion said from beside Demyx, not looking up from the thick volume.
"Should we wake him up?"
"Sure. Go for it. He won't be mad at all." Zexion responded with a bored tone.
Demyx leaned forward on his chair and slowly brought his hand forward until it was above the deep breathing Roxas. He looked over at Zexion who was still immersed in his book, then turned his attention back to Roxas. He gently put his hand down toward the blond spikes and curled his index finger and thumb together on one single strand. With one swift motion he jerked his arm upwards, bringing a small blond hair with.
"GAAHH!" Roxas wailed out as his head flew upwards with his hair that failed to leave the boys head and Demyx's fist.
It took a few seconds for Demyx and Zexion to blur into view.
"Hey Roxas!" Demyx said jovially, still holding Roxas' head up.
"Morning sunshine." Zexion muttered.
"Demyx. What the hell?" he asked while pushing Demyx's arm away from his head and sitting back down, rubbing his now stinging scalp.
"You were asleep." he said.
"I know. Usually when people's heads are down and their eyes are closed it means they're asleep. Why did you wake me up?" Roxas retorted.
Demyx contorted his face, trying to grasp a thought or far off reason as to why he did wake Roxas up. After what felt like hours to Roxas, who began tapping his fingers on the table rather loudly, Demyx simply shrugged.
"So you woke me up by trying to rip my scalp off for no apparent reason?" his eyes narrowed to slits.
"I wanted to ask you a question...but I forgot what it was." Demyx smiled sheepishly.
Roxas let out an exasperated sigh, "I swear Demyx, if Zexion wasn't here I'd kill you."
"Go ahead." Zexion said.
Demyx almost fell out of his chair, regained his balance, and began to whine at Zexion, "You'd let him kill me Zex? Buh...buh...why?"
"Demyx, I was kidding." Zexion responded dully.
In an instant the almost weeping Demyx grinned widely and lunged forward into a bear hug. Since Zexion was not expecting an assault at that moment, plus that fact that Demyx compromised of at least two Zexions. Two Zexions plus a bear, and he came crashing down to the floor with the flashy toothed blond on top of him.
"So, my new boy wonder-"
"Don't call me that."
"Do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" he asked, ignoring what the other had said.
"When you say it like that it sounds like you think you're a super villain." he said dryly.
"Oh pish posh. What's important is that we have everything tomorrow boy won-"
"Luxord." he interrupted curtly.
"Now where's the fun in that?" he asked playfully.
"Marluxia." he responded in a warning tone.
"Fine."
"You have the tape, correct?" Luxord asked, trying to get back on topic.
"Of course. And Xemnas knows what he needs to do. Now all we have to do is wait until I can give it to the birthday boy tomorrow." Marluxia said, a smirk playing across his thin lips.
Luxord nodded and rose from his sitting position on Marluxia's rose scented, pale pink bed and walked towards the door. He paused, giving a backwards glance at Marluxia standing in the middle of the room, still holding his wolfish smirk.
"You sure this'll work?" a ping of doubt rang in his voice.
"Oh Luxy, when will you learn that you can trust me?" Marluxia responded, giving off every impression that he would more likely stab you in the back. Literally.
"Right," Luxord said quietly as he opened the bleach white door, walked out into the hallway, and closed it behind him. "when I lose a game of Poker."
"Luxord."
He whipped his head around to find who the voice belonged to. He regretted it instantly. Larxene stood feet from him in the middle of the hallway.
"I need to talk to you."
Axel lay on his bed, comfortably snuggling with his little Roxas in the crook of his arm, letting his mind drift listlessly as heavy breathing flowing across his naked torso told Axel that Roxas was fading into a soft sleep. He smirked to himself, how he loved a sleeping Roxas, his usually furrowed brow was now smooth across his cherubish face and his pink lips were slightly parted so oxygen could more freely flow in and out. Axel pulled his other hand forward and gently caressed the soft as silk skin on his cheeck and moved upward to play with the trademark spiky hair that Roxas claims 'just does it naturally'. Axel let out a content sigh and slowly shut his eyes as his thoughts continued to drift about nothing and everything until it stopped on his birthday. Another smile broke across his face as he decided that would be his thought of choice, mulling over excitedly what wonderful gifts and splendor he would be receiving the very next day...
He heard cheers and excited cries as the person holding the blindfold over his head steered him onto a chair. The black cloth was lifted from his eyes and he opened them to see a gloriously decorated room. Streamers swayed gently from the mile high ceiling, balloons strained against the string keeping them tightly tied to every chair, table, and any surface that could house a small knot. After what felt like a few minutes as he continued to observe in awe all the warm colors on the wall that seemed saturated and seeped onto the beaming faces around him. He couldn't help but smile goofily back at each and every face. He seemed to be brimming with excitement, for he wouldn't stop asking what they got him with a fervor of glee. After countless begging and pleading the group finally conceded and parted as a smaller figure approached holding a small object. He strained to see what the other was holding but couldn't quite make it out until it approached him and placed it in his lap. All the happiness seemed to seep out of him as he looked down at the palm sized, ratty box that seemed to be centuries old and covered in a thick layer of dust. He hesitated, then placed a hand gently on the lid, feeling dread pull on his heart as the moldy lid lifted with little effort and revealed what was inside...
"GAAHHH!" Axel exploded upward, not noticing Roxas tumbling off the bed as he did so, and began frantically pinching himself to make sure he was awake.
"Axel...what the hell?" Roxas asked simply, rubbing a fresh lump on his head, and looking at Axel with bleary eyes.
Axel looked around the room, breathing heavily, and noticed Roxas for the first time on the floor next to the bed.
"Axel!" Roxas exclaimed as he rose himself back onto the bed.
"Sorry...I just had...a really bad dream."
"About what?" Roxas asked, concern completely washing away what was the beginnings of anger.
Axel relayed the dream he had just had with several dramatic pauses and deep sighs, Roxas began to see Axel was trying to milk all the sympathy he had, and began describing the box. "And it was forever old and covered in mold and dust. So I opened it, right? And there was," Axel took another overly dramatic pause. "An old SOCK!" he said in horror.
Roxas, who had been genuinely interested up until that point, stared at him in disbelief.
Axel continued, "D'you see what this means? It's an Omen!"
"For what?" Roxas asked, losing interest by the second.
"That I'm going to get lame presents and have an awful birthday!" he said in a duh-you're-an-idiot-for-not-knowing-that-immediately sort of way.
Roxas slammed his palm up to his forehead and took a deep breath.
"But I think I'll at least get something good from my Roxy!" he said with joy as he scooped Roxas into a hug.
Roxas let out a small groan, he still didn't have a gift for Axel, and his birthday was the very next day.
Well, at least I know he doesn't want a pair of old socks...he thought hopelessly.
OH NOES! Roxas STILL has no gift for Axel. Shame, shame. And what are Marluxia, Luxord, and Xemnas cooking up?
So I'm gonna stop saying that I'll have stuff up and posted soon because that tends to not happen at all haha. I'll just say I'll try and have another one up soon/when I can.
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