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WARNING - THIS IS Shounen-Ai

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"So what's your name, kid?" He added the last word in a tone meant to rile me.

"Why would you want to know, old man?" Hah, if he was going to be condescending to me, then I was going to be a bit cold. For some reason though, it didn't work. He started laughing. A rich sound to my ears, that are too used to the harsh sound of yelling.

"I'm not old, little man, I'm only 18. But I guess I'm older than you. What, are you 17 or 18?" He asked, with lightness in his voice and mirth in his smile. I looked down, hiding my hair in my face, towards the shaggy brown carpeting of his floor. I mumbled my age. He took my chin, made me face him and asked me to repeat. I told him I was 16. Weird how I never noticed those bright green triangles directly under his eyes. Reminded me of clown make-up.

He looked a bit shocked. "What?" I asked sharply." It's not my fault I look 18...sir." I used Sir for a better lack of a name.

"The name's Axel, kid." He offered...but with authority. Reminded me of dad...

"My name is Zexion. Nice to meet you, Ax-hole." That must have hit a teensy tiny spot, for his facial structure changed immediately. Instead of an over-all soft look, I got a fiery look in his eyes along with an almost straight line for lips. Everything sharpened...somehow. His hair, that was the scariest part, raised almost like a cat's would.

"What did you just say?!" ...Axel grabbed my hand and squished it into the cushion of the couch, I would have expected roughly, but he was gentle even when mad.

"Your name." I said, my face showing nothing but the bruising around my hidden eye. Which had conveniently spread across most my face. I stayed uncaring as he suddenly got up and went to the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I questioned him as soon as he grabbed the biggest knife he had and brought out a package from the freezer.

"Feeding you, oh un-grateful one." He replied back, and slammed the knife down hard on the package, that was covered in foil I realized.

"But what poison are you supposedly trying to feed me?" I asked him. He merely replied by smiling a wicked-looking smile at me. I shivered, and not because I was scared. I think...I may like him. I won't tell him that though, I'll just slightly tease him in my own way.

Axel walked over, making virtually no sound on the plush carpet. He handed me some of the foil covered, thing. I opened it to find a brown, cold, lump in my hands." What the hell is this?" I asked, almost dropping it as I balanced the lump on my jean clothed knee.

"This," he said, motioning to the brown lump on my leg," is a frozen brownie. Eat." And he promptly shoved half of it into my mouth, as I tried to slap his hand away. Instead he grabbed my arms and forced me to chew. I squinted my eyes when I felt extremely soft red lockes brush against my cheek. A voice whispered in my ear," See? You've never had a brownie until you've had a frozen one."

"Get off." I said in the same normal tone, except I was pissed, so it was probably colder than normal. He got up though, and so did I. though I was probably the only one trying to ignore the chills that had gone straight up my spine. "What if I was allergic to chocolate? It'd be all your fault for me having to go to the hospital." I said defensively.

"But you aren't." He said smugly and played with his hair. Which consisted of him trying to slick it back a bit.

"Well, how did you know?" I asked sharply and crossed my legs, waiting for an answer.

"I was taking a chance, which is what I'm good at. Now, change of subject." He said brightly, as his face sharpened yet again. " Who did that to you?" He said and brushed the tips of his fingers across the bruising.

If it hurt before, it was lightly in comparison to now. I practically twitched, and ended up gripping the soft cushion tightly. " Nobody, I fell down the subway stairs. Besides, it's none of your business." I shoved back, and reached for my old hoodie. He grabbed my arm, and I shook him off.

"Zexion, stop." He practically commanded me. I did, for a total of 2 seconds then barged out the door and down the street to the subway. And ultimately...home.

Please, tell me if i have any spelling errors or something.
Thank you for reading.