Author: voodoodoll333 / katalystik
Rating: T
Chapter: 3?
Pairings: Axel/Roxas main. Roxas/Sora... almost. AH!
AN: This is a very short chapter. I'm so sorry! It may be a bit... strange, too. But as consolation, I'll post another chapter later tonight. Like, in the A.M.'s. Haha. Wow. :) And I may have lied in the last 'NEXT TIME'. I write those before I write the actual chapter... haha. But Axel will give Roxas his number. Yeeeeah baby.
Thank you all for the reviews:) I LOVE YOU ALL MUAH. 3
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Chapter 3
Summary: In another dimension, Roxas is leading a normal, high school life. Axel, on the other hand, is a low-wage worker at a fast food chain who happens to be smitten with the blonde boy. Awkward times lead to desperate measures, and they soon find themselves in the middle of something neither know what to do about. AU Crackfic.
It was amazing how much Sora could talk, Roxas thought, slurping the grease off of his fingers and watching the other boy with rapt amazement. Sora had, so far, been babbling non-stop for the past nineteen minutes- the precise time it took Roxas to scarf down two double bacon-cheese MartBurgers, one large fry, part of a napkin (on accident- it had concealed itself in his first burger), and half of the shared soda.
Roxas discreetly eyed Sora's food, which had yet to be touched. Against his better judgement, he decided to not snag one of his burgers, which sat there so temptingly, so delicious. Roxas swallowed the drool that invaded his mouth and cursed his extremely hyper metabolism.
"...and then my gum just flew out of my mouth! Right over my head!" Sora made some extreme hand motions, breaking Roxas out of his hunger-lust. He nodded, as if he had been paying attention. Sora clamped his hands on the edge of the table, eyes wide and chest heaving. "It was /wild/."
"Sound like it." Roxas said, trying to sound slightly enthusiastic. He took a deep quaff of the soda, finishing it off in a desperate effort to tame the roaring beast of his stomach. Sora didn't notice that he had gotten not one sip of the super-sized soda, or just didn't care.
"So..." Sora finally unwrapped one of his burgers, considering it. He turned his gaze towards Roxas, who was staring at his burger with something akin to bloodlust. Sora frowned and took a large, possessive bit of the burger. A bit of grease dribbled down his chin. He wiped it off with the back of his hand. "How's life for you?"
Roxas sat back, eyes unwillingly travelling to Sora's chin, where a streak of grease remained, shining in the cheap florescent lighting. An alarming mental picture came to mind- he could very easily lean across the table and lick that delectable trace from Sora's chin, very easily. He banished the thought without further analysis. Hungry minds were a scary thing.
When Roxas replied, he looked away, not meeting Sora in the eye. Sora took this as shyness, but little did he know Roxas was putting up a mighty effort not to lick his chin.
"Well..." Roxas didn't know where to start. Compared to Sora, he certainly didn't have an exciting enough life to fill up nineteen minutes nonstop. The most exciting thing that had happened this year was Aunt Maleficent's escape (and immediate capture) from the crazy house. He struggled for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Life is good." He finally managed.
Sora nodded,
satisfied with his answer. He took a second to stuff a large handful of
fries into his mouth, eyebrows contorted in thought. "Sho," He said,
trying and almost succeeding to speak through a mouthful of mushed
potato product. He swallowed, a mammoth effort considering he had at
least four potatoes worth of french fry in his mouth. "What about your
love li-"
Sora was interrupted, quite rudely, but a mysterious hand
clapping onto his shoulder. It was only a mystery because both of the
boys at the table spent a whole ten seconds staring at the hand (it was
a nice hand, to be sure, with nicely manicured fingernails) before
glancing up at the owner of the hand.
Roxas sprang up, unfortunately banging his thighs on the table. That would leave a bruise. "You!" He hissed, pointing vindictively.
Axel removed his hand from Sora's shoulder. "Me!" He said suavely, butt-shoving Sora over so he could sit down. His hair, free from it's troublesome visor, spilled over his shoulders, bright as ketchup. Roxas stared at it, entranced for a moment-
Sora spoke up, a little confused as to why the cashier felt the need to come over and interrupt their meal. "Do you know each other, Roxas?" Subtly, Sora moved his tray closer to himself, obviously harboring the fear that the stranger would move in on his food. He was extremely skinny, after all, and probably ravenous.
"No," Roxas said, in the way-too-fast way people use when they try to hide the fact they are actually telling a really big lie. "I've never seen him in my life."
Sora frowned, not noticing when Axel stole a french fry. "But you just said 'You!' like you knew him." Damn Sora for being so analytical and observational, Roxas thought. Damn him to hell.
Roxas slowly sat back down, eyeing Axel like he was going to pull another act like the previous day's episode. "I... he overcharged me for my meal, once."
"Did not!" Axel protested.
Sora finally noticed Axel's continuing french-fry theft and smacked his hand away.
A tense silence fell over the table, broken only by the sound of Sora eating his food at a high speed pace, fearing Axel's wandering fingers.
"So," Axel began, leaning back and crossing his legs. "Are you guys... dating?" It wasn't a great way to break the ice, but Axel had to know. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest.
There were two courses of action he could take upon receiving an answer.
If the answer was 'no', he would proceed to continue his loving, stalker-like ways within the confines of the resteraunt until Roxas fell desperately in love with him. Or remembered him. Unless the whole 'I knew him in a past life thing' was all a big dream, which would mean Axel's whole purpose of existence was an extremely cruel joke played on him by someone upstairs.
If the answer was 'yes', he would simply kill Sora and proceed to continue his loving, stalker-like ways within the confines of the resteraunt until Roxas fell desperately in love with him. Easy as pie.
Both Roxas and Sora stopped what they were doing (which, in Sora's case, was demolishing a large burger in record time and in Roxas' case... absolutely nothing) and stared at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Roxas demanded, eyes wide. What a freak. What an absolute freak! "Shouldn't you be working? Or stalking someone else?"
Axel shrugged. "I'm on break. Chill out... I just asked a simple question." A simple question that determined whether the Sora kid would leave the restaurant alive or in bloody, burning pieces.
Another silence, even more awkward than before. Axel considered initiating a game of footsie with Roxas under the table, but had a feeling the action would not be appreciated at this stage of the game.
Sora surprised them all by bursting out in laughter. "Me?" He gasped. "Date /Roxas?" He collapsed onto the table, getting ketchup all over his face.
Roxas, offended, hoped that Sora was allergic to ketchup and went blind. What was wrong with him? Just because he never had gone out with anyone before or wasn't popular or smelled after gym class didn't mean he was laughable! In fact, he was WAY out of Sora's league! What an ass!
Axel smiled. "So that's a no?" Good job, Sora, you have just won the right to live.
Roxas stood up, this time not bruising the hell out of his thighs. "I don't need this," he hissed. He really didn't. Here he was, having a perfectly good date- no, late lunch with Sora, the weird... freak just had to show up and ruin it. "I'm leaving."
Sora tried to stop him, but couldn't breathe. He smacked at his knee in a futile manner, trying to stop his laughter. He failed.
Roxas began to stalk off, regretting the whole event, when a warm hand on his wrist stopped him.
And then /it/ happened.
/It/ wasn't something Roxas could really describe. The reseraunt shrunk out of view like some bad special effect. His lungs constricted sharply and the ground felt like it had fallen from under his feet. Fractured thoughts flew in and out of his brain, totally alien to him, like they belonged to someone else. He could distinctly feel Axel there, holding onto his wrist, a warm something as everything else grew cold. For a minute, he knew he was himself, but not himself.
It was very weird, to put in plainly.
Roxas let out a heaving breath, and then it was over. he was back in BurgerMart, and Axel was still touching him. And old woman in a booth was looking at him with alarm.
"Get off me," Roxas said weakly. Sora was still laughing, a distant, background noise. "Get off of me now."
Axel looked up at him, face serious- the first time Roxas had seen the expression on the boy (not that he had seen him much). He let go, slowly, fingers lingering right on Roxas' pulse point, hot. Roxas wondered if he had felt it too.
Axel started to say something, his green, green eyes trying to capture Roxas' gaze. Roxas didn't want to hear it.
"Shut up." He said coldly. Goosebumps were forming on his arms and the back of his neck. Sora finally stopped laughing.
I gotta get out of here, Roxas thought, frantically. He turned, still feeling as if the floor wasn't there, and ran, ignoring Sora's calls after him.
Axel smiled weakly, his hand rising to his apron, right over his heart. Maybe I'm not crazy, he thought to himself. Maybe... he's remembering too.
AN:... Yep. That's how we work it down here, yo! -gang sign-
I probably should not do that. Urg.
NEXT TIME: Riku gets Sora a puppy and... Axel really actually does give Roxas his number.
