Alright, I absolutely have no idea why all of this became such a "dangerous" chapters. O.o In case anyone's confused, this story is meant to be confusing until everything is revealed. Basically, I'm putting the reader in the position of Axel where he's basically clueless about everything. And—I'm clueless too because I didn't even know where this is going. In addition, this story will be AkuRoku centric. That means, other side characters won't be mentioned much. XD Alright, read on.

Edit: Thanks to pinkyblues for pointing my silly mistake out. :3

Chapter 3

Dangerous Vengeance

After the whole event and the bothersome night, Axel went home, exhausted. He immediately threw his backpack down somewhere in the poor sty of a living room and walked into his bedroom. Axel was never one to care about cleanliness and neatness. To hell with what happen with his living room, as long as he could live through fine with it. Most people who had visited Axel's small apartment, decided to never step into the place again due to the horror. Strangely though, there weren't any animal that grew inside the apartment no matter how filthy the living room may seem. Even his roommate, Xemnas didn't bother to take care of it. In fact, Xemnas contributed to half of the disaster in the living room too.

First of all, there was what seemed like a sofa in the corner of the living room. It was so old and torn apart that you could not really tell that it was the sofa that Axel once sat on—well once, now, he did not even bothered to look or even touch it. Part of the reason the redhead didn't want to take a glance at the sofa was because every time he saw it, a sentence always came across his mind—something in the line, 'Dang! I knew I should have sold it!' In the past, the sofa's purpose was for the redhead to sit on, to enjoy life in front of the TV. Ever since Xemnas moved in Axel didn't sit on the sofa anymore. Why? Because later on, it had become Xemnas' base where--the silver head man would bring back any stranger to do all sorts of nasty things. Now the sofa's true purpose was really be the resting place of all those cup noodles and pizza box which had remained there for several weeks. The redhead made miracles sometimes.

On the table sat even more cup noodles and kitchen utensils which had yet to be cleaned. Noodles, pizza leftovers, and stains of alcohols and juice could be seen on the carpet. Luckily the apartment didn't smell thanks to the magic of febreze or what people called the aroma spray. The kitchen was even worse than the living room. The redhead basically had to tiptoe in order to reach his bedroom safely without stepping on anything.

However, for now, the redhead didn't care on what he stepped on. Let the bedroom become one with the apartment, he would say. It was a tiring night—exciting, to be precise. Soon, the redhead fell into his slumber.

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What happened next was blurry. Axel found himself in a very dark and cold place, alone, sitting. He couldn't quite make out his surroundings as it was all just shrouded in darkness. However, soon, everything came into view. Suddenly, as his vision became clear, his hearings malfunctioned. He couldn't hear anything. He just saw himself sitting on a very strange place—on a bench, in the park. Afterwards, there came a blurry tinge of blonde and two shades of cerulean and everything turned to nothing.

Axel awakened with the word, "Roxas," coming from his mouth. It was already morning and the redhead didn't want to think or make out what the heck that was all about. It was time for morning classes.

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There was nothing interesting in the Organization University except for the math teacher, Luxord, who raged on about functions, complex number, and so on. Not important. So, night came and it was time for Axel to go to the minimarket again. Sadly, the blond was nowhere in sight.

The blond showed up exactly four days later with a pouting face. Axel had seen the blond from faraway but he pretended he didn't notice and went back to reading his automobile magazine. He didn't want to show out that he was curious about the blond—no! He was not curious. Axel watched the blond's every move. The blond didn't directly go to Axel; instead, he took a basket and went inside the minimarket, walking over to the aisle of chocolates. Axel's eyes widened as he watched the blond swiped all of the chocolates in the shelves and let it all fell into the basket he's taking along.

With much effort, since the chocolates was obviously very heavy and the blond was noticeably small, he carried the basket overloaded with chocolates bar and bring it up to the counter, straight in front of Axel's face with a loud bang. Axel was about to open his mouth and muttered out a question but decided to do against it and closed his mouth again. He got to his job and began scanning every last bar of the chocolates until it was all counted and he was panting heavily, feeling the sore in his arm--it was not fun at all to scan all those chocolates. Finally, he opened his way of vision to the blond's face.

The blond didn't seem happy, not at all. Anyone could see that he was in a very outrageously poor mood. He glared at the emerald eyes that belonged to Axel. "Are you sure you're going to buy all these?" Axel asked innocently, pointing to the mountains of chocolates.

"Shut up," the blond retorted.

"Whoa, there. Whatever happened, calm down."

"What do you care? What do you care about me, Axel?!" the blond went into an outrage.

"Look, I don't know what had gotten you into this mood but I'm against venting it on me," Axel snapped, refused to let the blond do whatever he wanted with him.

To Axel's surprise, the blond suddenly broke down on his knees and began sobbing. "I hate it…" he sobbed, "I hate those people! I hate them!" he shouted, hands holding on to the counter, head tilted downwards. "They don't have the right to tell me what to do!"

"What?" was all the redhead said. Axel walked around the counter to get to the blond, kneeling down; putting a hand on the blond's back, rubbing it softly. He had never seen a boy crying before. Wasn't crying supposed to be a girl's job?

"They don't have the right, Axel!" he shouted, looking up and meeting his gaze with Axel's. Bright blue eyes were welled up with tears and Axel could feel his heart stopped. Axel didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to do. He was clueless and he knew he would be better off not asking about it. "I don't wanna be controlled," the blond sobbed violently.

"You don't have to be controlled."

"I don't care what people think. I'm going to do it no matter what," the blond muttered, tears stopped.

"What? What are you going to do?" Axel asked, feeling worried all of a sudden. He remembered the blond mentioning something about revenge. Receiving no reply from the blond, the redhead added, "You're not going to kill someone, are you?"

The blond looked up and made eye contact with the redhead again. He tilted his head to the side, looking perplexed and puzzled. "What did you mean?" he asked sweetly, big drops of tears running down his cheek.

"Are you going to murder someone?"

"Huh?" the blond looked even more confused.

"You said something about revenge and—last time you talked about those people that stared at your ass and about how you wanted to deal with them," Axel explained, to point out what he meant.

The blond giggled brightly then. "Of course not," he continued giggling. "I'm not going to kill anybody." He smiled sweetly. Afterwards, he crawled on all fours to Axel, pressing his lips to Axel's ear. "If I'm going to kill anybody, it's going to be you," he said with such dangerous tone that Axel couldn't help but shiver—either at the pleasure of being that close to the blond or at being threatened.

"What?"

The blond pulled back and grinned. "That is if I'm crazy enough to want to make you only mine. Here's the rhetorical question. Do you think I'm crazy?"

Silence. Axel eyed the blond cautiously, trying to search for the correct answer. "Why would you want me to be yours?"

The blond laughed and stood up. "That's an answer I want to hear and I hope you'd figure out an answer to your own question." Axel frowned. "Did I sound weird?" Axel nodded. The blond chuckled. "Yeah, I'm weird sometimes." And he offered out a hand to Axel. Axel took the hand and stood up. When Axel was about to take his hand back, he found out that the blond was gripping his hand tightly, not about to let go and with the strength Axel thought was impossible, the redhead was pulled to the blond. The blond tiptoed and press his lips on Axel's. Later, the blond jumped on the redhead. Axel was obviously caught off guard as the both ended up falling down to the floor with the blond on top of the redhead. Their lips didn't disconnect even for a single millisecond.

Axel's brain froze altogether, trying to make up an answer on why he was being sexually attacked. Could it possibly because of his good looks? That he was simply irresistible? Why was he asking so many questions? It was not like he hadn't been jumped before. He realized that it was not the time to think. He either should shove the blond off or continue where they left off the last time they were interrupted. 

His rational mind told him to push the blond off while his wild mind searching for pleasure shouted at him to return the favor. Miraculously, Axel's rational mind won this time.

The blond was more than confused when Axel pushed him off, separating their contact. The both panted; out of breathe because of the kiss, staring at each other. "You—don't like it?" the blond asked, voice almost a whisper, saddened.

Axel pulled himself back up on his elbow and sat there. "I liked it," he answered honestly and the blond brightened visibly. "But it's not right."

"What's not right?" the blond asked again.

"All of this. You, me. Who are you? I don't even know your name. You're just here to buy chocolates and you suddenly jumped me. Tell me what's right from all of this," the redhead demanded.

"I love you," the blond muttered out softly.

"No, you don't. You're just playing around. You've got a boyfriend and you're what? Fourteen?"

"Fifteen," the blond corrected unhappily.

"Fifteen. You're still young," Axel grinned. "I don't do pedophile-y stuff. I'm 21. I don't want to go in jail for this."

"You won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I love you."

"Kid, you're beginning to sound very weird. Look, I don't know you. I work here and you're a customer. We're both strangers."

"I'm not a kid."

"I don't want to call you a kid. I don't know your name."

The blond grinned happily. "The second's letter is 'o'."

"I've had enough with the game of guessing, kid. I hate to be fooled around. Go back to your boyfriend."

"That's the second time you chase me away," the blond smirked.

"Kid, I hate to do that but—"

"I am not fooling you around. You're the one fooling around, Axel," the blond said with a grim and determined voice. "You're always living in this foolishness. You always want to forget. Why? I'm here to make you remember but you're still running around, hiding."

"What are you saying?"

"I don't want to tell you anything. I want you to remember. Remember and you will know."

"I don't know anything."

"Yeah," the blond laughed. "I'll come back around when you're feeling better."

"You mean you won't let me go?"

"Do you honestly want me to?"

Axel didn't reply. He just watched as the blond walked away. The blond stopped halfway, taking the chocolate from the counter and threw it to Axel's head. Axel cursed loudly and the blond said sweetly. "Remember to arrange these all back to the shelves. Revenge is so sweet, you know." At that, the blond really disappeared.

Axel didn't quite catch on to what was going on. Later, he only sighed as he took back the mountain of chocolates for rearranging.

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"Revenge is so sweet." Those last words that the blond, which Axel currently knew as Ro from their recent encounter rang in his ears for several days. Axel was torn between wanting to find another job and made himself completely vanished from the area so that the blond couldn't find him or just continue delving on further. The more gave it a thought, the more he couldn't make his decision. Thus, he ended up still working at the minimarket.

Several days later after all that, when the redhead walked to work as usual, he found out that the minimarket had been closed down. There was nothing left, only the empty building. Axel was shocked and he only stared, standing at the entrance of the minimarket. Damn it! He hadn't received his payment yet! He couldn't stop cursing and wondering what happened. He jumped a little when he felt a hand rested on his lanky shoulder.

"Hi, Axel." It was the blond, smiling sweetly at him.

"The minimarket, it's…"

"Oh that. Serves them right, you know. They shouldn't have sold me stuffs that expensive. After all, I hate liars and cheaters," he giggled happily.

"What? You mean you did all this?" the redhead frowned. It was impossible for someone as the blond to just close down a shop.

"Yeah. Why? A mini market like this could be easily detached and bulldozed if you want it to," the blond replied with a smile gracing his delicate face.

"Are you crazy?"

"Aww, we had already discussed about that, haven't we? And you haven't found the answer yet? If you really must know, Axel, it's a-secret," the blond put his index finger to his lips and winked.

"But how?" the redhead was amused and amazed.

"I have my way around, Axie. You don't need to worry about that. You should be happy about this," the blond reasoned. "I saved everyone from the dread of this minimarket. They are stealing from people by selling everything a buck or two more expensive than the price."

"How can I be happy? I've worked for three weeks and I haven't received my payment yet!" the redhead sounded desperate.

"Aww. I can pay you tenfold if you want."

"Huh?"

"Come to my house tomorrow and I'll pay you tenfold everyday for what you're paid here."

"Tenfold every day?" the redhead muttered out, couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.

"I never lie even though I may cheat. No, not to you, Axel," the blond stood and approached the redhead. "Now, entertain me."

"Entertain you?"

"Entertain me and I'll pay you the easy money."

Axel took several steps back. "I might be in a craze for money but I'm not going to stoop so low, Ro."

"Wow, you called me my name," the blond laughed. "Figured out my name yet?"

Axel stopped as the blond halted. "Roy?"

"Roy?" the blond pouted. "That's the best you could come up with?"

"You must be Roy," Axel grinned widely.

"No, you asshole. I am not Roy. Roy is like the name of that stupid colonel over at Full Metal Alchemist anime."

"He's not stupid. He could summon fire from his hand," Axel debated.

"And you think that's cool?"

"No, not really."

The blond grunted for a second and then eyed the redhead. "Third word is 'x'."

"Rox?" Roxas. The name came springing into the redhead's mind.

"You should be able to figure it out by now," the blond grinned hopefully.

"Roxoy?" Axel refused to mutter out the name Roxas. He couldn't understand why.

"You bastard! I'm not some freaking soy sauce. I'd rather die than have that name attached to me," the blond growled. "Do you really need five encounters to know my name?"

"Five encounters?"

"My name is only five words. I couldn't believe you've forgotten it. So much for best friends forever, Axel. Gee, thanks," Roxas put a hand to his forehead, sarcasm dripping from every words he had said.

Roxas. Axel knew the name. Five words. It fits correctly. Roxas. But—how could the redhead know the blond's name when he didn't even know him? He had no memories whatsoever regarding Roxas. Yet, Roxas was talking like they had known each other for a long time. After all, it's not possible to forget someone that easily right? Even if he'd forgotten, he would at least have a little tinge of remembrance. And it was the blond we're talking about. Axel couldn't imagine why he would forget. Roxas must have mistaken him for someone else.

"Hello? Anybody there?" Roxas waved his hands in front of the redhead's face.

Axel snapped out of his thought and brought back his focus to Roxas. "Sure, Rox."

"Huh?"

"Where's your house?"

Roxas put on a confused face but smiled later and pointed to the east side of the town. "It's right there, the big mansion over at the edge of the town near the beach. You won't miss it."

"What—"

Before Axel could finish his sentence, the blond had suddenly jumped him again—this time not on the lips but on the neck. Even though Axel was caught off guard, he remained steady so the two didn't fall off to the cold ground. Roxas cleverly hooked his legs around Axel's waist and began nibbling on the redhead's neck. He smiled when he elicited a moan from Axel. Soon, their lips were connected again. Axel didn't hold back this time. He didn't find any reason to.

However, before they could go on any further, Roxas stopped and pulled away, staring at the back of Axel with his bright cerulean eyes. Axel was confused and he turned around to look at what Roxas was staring at. He found a teen, shorter than him, glaring at him unhappily.

"Well, hi," Roxas purred and smiled sheepishly.

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Nyuh okay. I have to stop it here. So, let's see. I've lost my touch on the humor part. For that, I apologize. I hope I didn't disappoint you. Thank you! Please tell me what you think. :D