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Oh, and one more thing. My specialties are short stories, so, unfortunately, this will probably be a short story. As will all (or at least most) of my works that I will probably post. Unless I state otherwise.
Oopsie, there's another thing I forgot to mention. THE SETTING. I can't believe I COMPLETELY forgot about the setting.
Well, the setting is… is…
It's about love! (ha ha, I'm kidding. :P For those who can't guess, it's a line from Mulan Rouge.)
The setting is in a sort of English city kind of setting. Like, there're cobblestone paths and lampposts and cars. The buildings are relatively modern as well as the technology. Mostly everything is apartment buildings, or the houses are squeezed in tight between the huge buildings. So there's little grass. Or perhaps there is a large central park in the middle of the city to bring color to the place. But they still use keys instead of keycards in the hotels. So the setting isn't completely up to date with modern day settings. I guess I should say it's like an English Town thirty or fifty years back?
Hmm… I'll think about it…
"Sora? SORA!" He was sitting on something. From the hardness of it, it was probably a wooden bench. The air was cool. It must be close to early morning by now.
Someone was shaking him.
"Huh? Mm—wha?" Sora opened his eyes to see the identical blue of his brother's eyes staring at him.
"R-Roxas?" Sora lifted his head to look at him.
"Sora, where have you been!?" his brother said. "You said you'd be home by 2:00!"
"What time is it?" Sora asked, groggy.
"Nearly 5:00 in the morning!" Roxas said, his voice rising with a combination of relief and anger. "Goddammit Sora!! I looked EVERYWHERE for you and I find you dozing off on a bench! Did you at least get the cloak?"
"The cloak?" the brunette repeated, dazed. "Oh yeah! The cloak!"
He snatched up his backpack and hastily opened it.
It was still there. The Whatever-It-Was Cloak.
'He left it…' Sora thought. 'Why… why would he leave it? He…'
Last night flashed back to him. The inspector's face, his hands on his body, the feel of his…
'…he definitely caught me. So why…'
Roxas straightened himself, which caught Sora's attention. He seemed to be puzzled about something. Then he spoke.
"Hey Sora, did you change your clothes?"
"Huh??" Sora looked down. Instead of his old shirt and faded denim, he was dressed in a clean, long-sleeved, collared silk shirt and silk pants sleepwear. There were intricate designs of peonies and narcissus in fine, blue thread.
'THESE AREN'T MINE!!!!' Sora thought.
~*~
[Just a little sidenote: When Sora and Roxas reached their apartment, the first thing Sora did was place the backpack on the floor, throw off his clothes and burn them. :)]
"So let me get this straight," Roxas said. "You were thieving along, minding your own business and then this inspector catches you on your way back home. You try and run, but he catches you and, well…" he trailed off and casted a worried glance at Sora, who waved it off.
"I'm fine," he said. "You can continue."
"But he leaves the cloak… I don't get it," Roxas said.
Sora sighed and looked around their apartment, which (despite their rather decent income) was shabby, but homey. He thought of the inspector, and for some reason that made him really angry.
"He's probably just doing it to confuse me!" Sora declared, standing up. "That stupid, egotistical, man-raping pedophile!"
Roxas tilted his head and watched his brother carefully (Sora tended to be a bit destructive when he ranted) as he sipped his soda.
'Silver hair and pale skin…' Roxas pondered. 'Sora said that he was called "Inspector Yorushi." Yorushi, Yorushi… I've heard that name before…'
His electronic watched beeped and Roxas looked at the time. 10:50 AM.
"Hey Sora, don't you have to get the Cloak to Kami soon?" Roxas asked.
Sora stopped in his tracks. "WAH! That's right!" He grabbed the backpack from the floor and raced out.
"Wait, I'll go with you!" Roxas said, running after him.
~*~
The Kami Organization worked like this:
The heart and brain of Kami resided in a selected few of elite black market kingpins whose identities are unknown. They could be (and more than likely are) rich people who made their names in the black market. These people specialize in a spectrum of black market activities like slave trade, drug circulation, illegal artillery, assassination and thievery.
The thievery branch's income comes from rich people who request to have something stolen for them for whatever reason. Whether it was a piece of junk or a work of art. There is (of course) a hefty fee, but if people really want something, they have no qualms on what they must give up to obtain it. And in any case, if they're rich, they can probably make more money. Or sometimes the Kami Organization would order a thief to steal an object to auction it. Either way, the thief (or thieves) who stole the target item would then get a 40% cut of the profit.
To deliver the stolen item to the Kami Organization, there was a rendezvous spot that was assigned where the thief would meet someone who will transport the package.
"ROXAAAAAAAAAAAAS!" Axel cried, waving his hand. "Over here! Oh yeah, and you can bring the other kid here too."
Sora frowned. Axel was a long-time associate of the Kami Organization and he was one of the many couriers of communication between the heads of the Kami thievery branch and the thieves. (The heads of the thievery branches never went out and assigned the thieves their targets personally, they always sent a courier for them.) Axel and Roxas had met when Axel was handing Roxas his first assignment. After a while, they developed deep feelings for each other and they became a couple. Since then, Axel has been Roxas' exclusive courier. Sora had no idea what Roxas saw in Axel. He never really liked him since their first meeting.
Sora and Axel's first meeting:
"Sora, this is Axel," Roxas said. "Axel, Sora."
Axel (who was a good few inches taller than Sora) leaned down very close to Sora's face.
"A-AXEL!!" Roxas protested. But Axel made no response. His face showed no emotion as he stared at Sora. And Sora (unsure of what else to do) stared back at him. In their long seconds of silence, Sora mused that he was winning their staring contest.
Finally, Axel frowned, straightened himself and said in a rather loud voice, "You have too much baby fat on your face. You're not sexy like Roxas at all!"
Of course, a rather dramatic situation ensued, and Sora hated and hated and hated and hated Axel so much after that.
But even though Sora never really took to the redhead at first, he was slightly grateful to him. Axel had contributed a statement to Kami that he was a competent thief and convinced them to hire him. Sora asked Roxas if he had anything to do with Axel's actions, but his brother said Axel acted of his own accord.
So perhaps the redhead wasn't as bad as Sora had thought.
Axel was waiting for them in a local restaurant, his flaming, red hair a huge flag despite the large crowd in the lunch hour. Sora and Roxas sat at his table.
Sora dropped the backpack at his feet. "Thanks for lending me the backpack," he said.
"No problem," Axel said flashing a smile. He flicked his eye with the slightest of movements to the backpack and confirmed there was something inside it.
Axel, who was sitting with his hands laced in front of him, and placed his chin on them. "So, how did it go?" he asked, casually inquiring about Sora's night of thievery.
"Fine," Sora said. A waitress came up to them.
"May I take your order?" she asked.
"I'll have the hamburger lunch special, large drink, please," Axel said, looking at her briefly.
Roxas skimmed over the menu. "Country fried steak, please," he said.
"I'll have what he's having," Sora said, pointing to Roxas.
The waitress bowed and left.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Axel said, reaching into his pocket and held out a neatly folded dollar bill. "Here's the money I owe you, Sora."
Sora definitely knew that Axel didn't owe him any money, but he obediently extended his hand, took the dollar and mumbled a thanks. Axel was one of the many points of transaction between the thieves and Kami, whatever he handed out probably had his next assignment on it.
The brunette was itching to open the dollar and read his next assignment, but it would have to wait. For now he had to act as Axel's friend and have lunch with him.
~*~
It was around 12:30 when they finally left the store.
"See ya, Axel," Sora said, waving.
"Hey Sora, I need to speak with Axel about something. Go on without me," Roxas said.
"Got it, see you at home!" the brunette took off.
"Ooh, you need to speak with me?" Axel said, bending down and circling Roxas with his arms. "About what?" He buried his nose into his golden hair.
"AXEL," Roxas said, catching the glances of everyone around them.
"What?" the redhead said, keeping his voice down. "We hardly see each other anymore. With me going back and forth as a messenger, and you, well… doing your thing. Come over tonight. I made sure that we were both free." He brushed his lips against the cartilage of the smaller boy's ear.
"Axel?" Roxas said, lifting his head.
"Hmm?" Axel looked down.
"I have something to ask you."
"What is it?" The redhead's breath was at his neck.
"Can you look up the name 'Yorushi?'"
Axel frowned and released him, "And here I thought you'd say something kinky for once…"
Roxas crossed his arms over his chest. "What in the world did you think I was going to say?"
"I dunno," Axel scratched his head. "Something pertaining to interesting sexual positions, or illegal aphrodisiacs, or… perhaps… questionable objects for homosexual sodomy…"
Roxas was walking down the street.
"R-ROXAS!! I was only kidding!!" Axel said after him. The blonde didn't turn around. Axel placed his hands on his hips and heaved a sigh. Then, gathering his courage and creativity, he threw himself on the floor and began to sob hysterically.
"BUT IT'S YOUR BABY TOO, ROXAS!!" Axel cried from the floor.
Everyone around him stared.
"I WORK DAY AND NIGHT, AND I HARDLY EVER SEE YOU! AND NOW THAT WE FINALLY HAVE SOME FREE TIME YOU WANT TO DILLY-DALLY ELSEWHERE!?!" the redhead stabbed a finger at Roxas, who was frozen with horror. "YOU'RE THE WORST BOYFRIEND EVER! YOU KNOW THAT I SHOULDN'T STRAIN MYSELF WHEN I'M ALREADY FOUR MONTHS ALONG!!"
People began to whisper.
"That's a guy isn't it?" said someone close by. "He can't really be pregnant, can he?"
"Who's he pointing to?"
"I think it's that blonde kid over there."
"Creepy…"
"Honestly, young people these days have no self restraint."
Axel continued to rant. "I'LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU JUST SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME!!" he shouted as loud as his lungs could manage. He twirled a strand of his fiery hair in his hands. "I'll even do that little thingy that you like me to do to make you feel good and—"
Roxas yanked him up by the back collar of his shirt and dragged him away, the crowd alive with whispers behind him.
"I. CAN'T. BELIEVE. YOU. DID. THAT." Roxas hissed through his teeth.
Axel grinned broadly as Roxas continued to lead him along. "Got your attention, didn't it?"
Roxas hauled him to the back of a building.
"All right, what do you want?" Roxas said.
"One night. Together," Axel said, raising a finger. "And in return, I'll get the information of Yorushi for you by tonight."
~*~
Sora was lying on the roof of his and Roxas' apartment building, idly passing time by glancing at the clouds.
He sat up and opened the dollar bill. Sure enough, there was a message in Axel's bold handwriting.
Saturday, Monica's Restaurant at noon sharp! Don't forget!
That was the randevouz point.
'Saturday,' Sora thought. 'That's two days from now.'
Then (making sure there was no one else around) Sora held up the dollar to the sunlight, revealing another neater message below the first.
The Seven Teardrops of the Moon.
Sora knew about them. The diamonds shaped into perfectly rounded, small spheres. A single teardrop had a nearly inconceivable value.
And they were Sora's target.
Sora brought a match from his back pocket, struck it against the concrete floor of the roof and lit the dollar.
He wondered if he was going to see the Inspector again. But then again the Seven Teardrops of the Moon was in a building in the northern sector of the city. Far from the building where the Whatever-it-Was Cloak was held.
'Maybe I won't see him,' Sora thought. And then he twitched as if he had swallowed a slug. 'ACK--WHAT AM I THINKING!?! That stupid, perverted rapist-inspector! I hope I never see his face again!!' He rolled over on his side in complete aggravation, mumbling under his breath.
And yet he still found himself thinking about last night. Remembering the single kiss they shared made Sora's lips tingle with longing. His body squirmed as it recalled the inspector's touches, his silky voice that melted sweetly into the air. The Inspector's sea green eyes, like sunlight on the sea-- vibrant, beautiful and wild. They drew Sora in, and played with him in dozens and dozens of the Inspector's wicked fantasies.
There was a loud honk from below as a civilian tried to cross the street without looking both ways first. The noise jerked Sora awake, and brought attention to the noticeable new warmth between his legs.
'Shit…' Sora thought, drawing his legs in and placing his arms around them. He let his forehead fall on his knees. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit… Why him!?'
~*~
That night, Sora dressed in jeans, a black tanktop and a denim jacket with pockets on the inside where he would hide the Teardrops of the Moon. He was told they were very tiny, so there was no need to have a backpack.
He leaped easily from building to building, his feet making no noise. Sora arrived at the City Museum, where the Teardrops of the Moon were being held.
[Author's Note: I'm going to totally skip how Sora steals the Teardrops of the Moon because:
(a) I suck at action scenes
(b) most of you will probably bypass it anyway and skip right to the sexy part
and (c) I don't know a lot about alarm systems than what I read in DNAngel. It won't be nice, grammatically and imaginative-ly.
SO LET'S JUST MAKE EVERYONE HAPPY AND JUST SKIP IT! YAY!]
~*~
Sora bounded from building to building, the Teardrops of the Moon safely deposited in his jacket pocket. He looked back at the building. There was no alarm.
The brunette kept moving, eyes in front of him.
A glint of silver hair. The inspector was standing in a dark ally, his fine, white skin and silver hair giving his presence away.
Sora stopped at the next building.
'Run,' his mind was telling him. 'Run very fast and don't look back!'
But his body wasn't moving.
Sora turned, and leaped to the ally below.
He could hear Inspector Yorushi's soft laugh. Sora turned, careful to keep himself at a reasonable distance from the Inspector.
"What happened to the clothes I gave you?" the Inspector asked, frowning. "I thought you would wear them tonight."
Sora's cheeks flushed red. "I burned them. Why did you change my clothes anyway?"
"Well, I couldn't very well let you go home in the state you were in. However, if you don't mind coming home with a rather large white stain over your shirt, it's fine by me. Just tell me next time."
'Next time…?' Sora thought.
"Why did you come here?" Inspector Yorushi asked.
"To pick up something," Sora said. That's what Roxas would say when he went out to steal something.
"No, I mean why did you come down here. Where I am."
Sora didn't avert his eyes for he knew it would make it all too easy for the Inspector to guess his real motive for jumping from the building to here.
'Because I wanted to see you again.'
"I wanted to ask you something," Sora said. "Why didn't you take the cloak last night?"
"Because then you would've gotten in trouble and I wouldn't have seen you tonight," The Inspector answered. He took a step forward.
The brunette held his ground. "I also wanted to tell you something else!"
"And that is?"
"I want you to stay away from me!"
Inspector Yorushi put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. "Well, you're doing a fine job of staying away from me!"
"I mean it!"
The Inspector finally lost all restraint and broke into a bell-like, beautiful laughter.
"I'll ask again," Inspector Yorushi spoke when he calmed down some. "Why are you here?"
'Because… I think I…'
Sora turned heel and walked away. But he didn't even take two steps before the Inspector caught his arm.
"Let me go," Sora said, though it didn't sound even half as threatening as he wanted it to be. Inspector Yorushi was so close to him now.
His touch on his hand brought back memories that Sora tried to block, but they came anyway. The feelings he had on the roof, which he had thought he bottled up, burst forth again.
The inspector whipped him around and pressed his back to the wall.
"You knew that I would be here, yet you came anyway," the Inspector said. Ripping off Sora's jacket and tossing it carelessly to the side.
"No," Sora protested, confidence gone from his voice.
"Yes," Inspector Yorushi persisted, coming closer. He didn't fail to notice that Sora was fighting back with less enthusiasm than last time. "Would you like to admit it yourself, or do you want me to tell you?"
The brunette said nothing. A wide grin curled on the Inspector's lips.
"You can't stop thinking about last night."
Sora averted his eyes.
'He's right…' he thought. But he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. All this time he couldn't stop thinking about last night-- couldn't stop thinking about the Inspector and his alluring voice and sea-green eyes.
Especially those sea-green eyes.
A rustle of clothes brought his attention to his front again. The Inspector had knelt down, and with a swift movement, he unbuttoned Sora's jeans.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Sora asked.
"I didn't have time last night to do this," Inspector Yorushi said, pushing away Sora's underwear. He came closer. Instinctively, Sora gripped both his shoulders and feebly tried to push him away. Inspector Yorushi's sea-green eyes flicked up at him in a moment and his gaze trumped all of Sora's reason. The brunette loosened the hold on his shoulder, signaling the Inspector to go on. Riku gave him a small grin before opening his mouth and taking Sora's shaft.
Sora's breath hitched in his throat and he felt his legs grow weak at the Inspector's lips on his skin.
"Tell me your name," Sora asked, almost timidly. He felt Inspector Yorushi's lips leave him.
"Yorushi. Yorushi Riku," he said.
"Riku," Sora repeated.
Riku gave a soft chuckle, liking how Sora said his name.
"I'm—"
"Sora. I know," Riku said.
"How do you know—" Sora began, but was cut off when Riku licked the tip of his erection.
Riku wrapped his lips around Sora's length and sucked furiously. The brunette twitched and bucked his hips as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through him.
"Aahn… U-uwa! R—Mm!—Riku!"
He felt Riku's lips tighten into a grin around him as he said his name. And as a reward, Riku gave Sora a lick in a rather pleasurable spot, nearly making the brunette's muscles turn to water.
The brunette clamped his hands over his mouth. If he made any more noise people will notice. Though, Riku (as Sora suspected) continued without fear of discovery, passionately using his tongue to lick and tease him. In a spasm, Sora heard the blood in his ears sing and his orgasm passed. Riku withdrew, wiping off bits of stray cum on his chin with the back of his band.
Sora's legs gave, and he slid to the floor of the ally, panting. He felt Riku's hand on his cheek, and curiously looked up. Riku chuckled softly.
"You're not resisting as much tonight," he said. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Sora's temple. "Is it because you've been waiting for this?"
Sora couldn't say it. It was much too embarrassing for him.
'It's because I've fallen in love with you,' Sora thought. 'You evil, sadistic, beautiful rapist-inspector.'
Riku trailed kisses from Sora's forehead to his cheek, paused for a moment and then gently pressed his lips against the brunette's. In his kiss, Sora felt a hint of his own cum on Riku's lips.
And for some reason, that really turned him on.
The inspector tugged at the hem of Sora's shirt, and briefly unlocked their lips to pull the clothing over his head before diving into another kiss. And Sora could no longer help himself. He kissed back, opening his mouth to allow the other passage. Riku's tongue dove into his mouth, eagerly seeking his flavor. Riku pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss for air.
The silver-haired male quickly undid his belt and pants and then hoisted Sora onto his lap. Sora made no protest.
Riku spread Sora's legs open, looking intently at his target. Freeing one of his hands, he prodded the brunette's mouth with two fingers. Sora didn't understand.
"Open your mouth," Riku commanded. Hesitantly, Sora parted his lips and Riku's fingers slid into his mouth. At first, Riku pushed his fingers too deep and Sora gagged. The silver-haired male retracted his fingers a bit to a comfortable length. After a few seconds, Riku withdrew his fingers completely. A silver thread of saliva connected Riku's fingers with Sora's mouth. Riku easily shook the thread away with a soft chuckle.
The slick fingers descended down Sora's body before finally disappearing underneath him.
"What are you doing?" Sora asked, watching Riku's hand.
"I'm prepping you," Riku said. "If I don't do this, it'll hurt."
"That didn't stop you before…" the brunette muttered.
Riku chuckled, and leaned forward until Sora could feel his lips on his neck, "But that was because you looked so delectable I couldn't resist." The tender feel of the Inspector's breath on his skin nearly made Sora melt. "I can take it as slow as I please tonight."
The two slick fingers went in. The night air had made the saliva slightly cold, and Sora squirmed at the contact. That area was still rather sensitive from last night. Riku's fingers prodded inside him, making Sora's rectal muscles tense around them.
"Relax," Riku said.
Sora glared at him. Having two wet fingers up his backside really didn't make him want to relax at all. But then the Inspector's fingers brushed up against a rather sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shivers down Sora's spine. Riku didn't fail to notice that, and pushed his fingers into the spot again. The brunette had to bit down on his lower lip hard to keep from crying out. Riku was grinning, and pressed harder onto the spot. Sora's muscles went into a sharp spasm.
"Riku!" he cried out.
And Riku couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Placing another kiss to Sora's neck, Riku entered him.
Sora sank his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He gripped Riku's shoulders tightly for support. The Inspector didn't wait for Sora to get used to the feeling before pulling back and plunging in again.
"Nngh! Riku!" he protested. "That hurts!" In a show of comfort, Riku placed his hand on the back of Sora's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, though his thrusts didn't lighten.
"But this is how I want to take you," Riku murmured, breaking this kiss. "And you can't deny that you like it this time." Still plunging in and out of him, he spread Sora's legs open, revealing the brunette's obvious erection. Sora turned bright red.
"Look down at it, see?" Riku said. Hesitantly, Sora obeyed, and bowed his head to look at his own erection.
"It's very hard," the Inspector continued, and gripped the erection tightly. Sora cried out. "Your lewd body likes it when I'm rough."
Sora could hardly talk back at that point. The Inspector's hard shaft driving in and out of him, his hand sliding up and down his erection, and—above all—his voice, clouded his head with complete ecstacy.
He wanted the Inspector. Wanted him to thrust his hard length deep inside him and make him writhe and squirm and fill him with absolute pleasure. Sweet, milky-white absolute pleasure. He wanted the Inspector to speak to him again—murmur those naughty words that made his mind reel in that glorious, alluring voice. He wanted to feel his gaze intently on him, watching only him as his wicked fancy played out in front of him like clockwork.
Sora wanted him, wanted him, wantedhimwantedhimwantedhim. He even found himself bucking his hips to the Inspector's thrusts so that his shaft would hit deeper inside him.
In one last, hungry thrust, Riku released his seed inside him, and feeling his insides warm with the Inspector's semen, Sora couldn't hold himself back and came as well.
In exhaustion, Sora laid his forehead on Riku's shoulder. He felt the muscles heave underneath the heated, sweaty, white skin. The Inspector's hot breath came in pants close to his ear. Sora shut his eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" Sora murmured.
"Hm?" Riku responded.
"Why are you doing this?"
There was a moment of silence, and then,
"Because I called you."
"Wha…?"
'What do you mean?' Sora wanted to ask, but despite fighting for consciousness, he felt sleep creep up on him.
~*~
Sora woke up, but he didn't open his eyes yet. He felt his environment by moving his hands slightly.
Silky sheets. A blanket was on top of him. A bed?
'But my bed doesn't feel nearly this nice…' Sora thought, rolling his head to the other side. Sunlight, there was a window, and judging by the intensity of the heat, it was late morning. Slowly, Sora opened his eyes.
He was in a magnificent bedroom, decorated with beautiful, walnut furniture around him in the French Baroque style. A grandfather clock ticked near the doorway. 9:12 AM. Sora sat up, wincing a little. His clothes had already been changed into pajamas similar to what the Inspector had given him on the first night. His own clothes were folded neatly on a nearby chair. The door opened.
"Good morning," Riku said, walking in. He was already dressed in his Inspector uniform. "Unfortunately, I must be going. Since I so eagerly shirked my duties my superior officer is most displeased." He gave a little laugh and readjusted his tie. "I've already gotten breakfast for you." And with his hand he indicated to the tray near the window. He came closer to Sora and sat on the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Riku asked.
"SORE." Sora said immediately, folding his arms. Riku leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"Don't be like that," The inspector purred. "I even took care to bring you here."
"Where is 'here,' exactly?"
"My home," Riku said.
"Th-this is your home!?" Sora looked around. 'Seriously!?' he thought. 'How well-paid is this guy!?!'
"I couldn't very well leave you on the streets like last time, perverts might come and molest you in your sleep," Riku said, smiling pleasantly.
"Yeah, perverts..." Sora said, deadpan.
[Author's note: If this was a manga, I'd write 'PERVERT' in great, bold letters and have an arrow pointing right at Riku. :)]
Riku looked at the clock, and frowned. "I have to go.—"
"Wait!" Sora called. Riku stopped.
"What is it?"
"Lat night. What did you mean when you said you called me?"
Riku frowned. "You really don't understand?" he said, disappointed.
"No," Sora felt insulted. "Tell me!"
"You're a smart boy, figure it out," Riku flashed a brilliant grin. He turned to walk out the doorway. "You're welcome to leave anytime you like. Just remember to lock the door before you go."
"I'LL STEAL YOUR STUFF!" Sora shouted
Riku paused, and then turned his head to him, "And why would you do that when all you need is me?"
Sora flushed darkly, but didn't say anything else. After the Inspector left, he went to his clothes and found that the seven teardrops were still there. Replacing the pajamas with his street clothes, Sora left. Despite passing several expensive paintings from well-known artists on his way out, he felt no urge to take them.
Ta-dah! That's it for this chapter. Don't worry, I'm not done yet! I've still got at least two more chapters in me! I'll be fine! [I'm really hyped up for some reason… Maybe I'm going crazy…]
I tried to introduce a little comedy through Axel in this chapter. I hope the comedy didn't feel out of place. Every time I see Axel, I think he should be funny because I want to give a little distinction between him and Riku. Like, they both like to tease their partners, but Riku's more sadistic and Axel's more comical. And Roxas and Sora are just at the short end of the stick. :)
As always, I'll keep doing my best with writing my chapters. And if anyone finds something incompetent in this chapter, don't hesitate to review me about it, or… I dunno… Can you guys get my e-mail address on ? Hmm…. Well anyway! Here's a preview of the next chapter!
The blonde turned and walked to the door. He heard Axel following him so he picked up the pace a little, but just as his hand grasped the knob, Axel's hand promptly shoved his hand over his head, keeping the door in place. Angrily, Roxas turned his head to him.
"Do you love me?" Axel asked.
Roxas' anger faded in an instant. He dropped his gaze.
Yeah, I actually get into some Akuroku romance. :) Weird, because I never thought I could put it in this story.
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