LAWL. I just realized that I made Luxord a math teacher in the first chapter, and now he's ILLUSION's bassist. I changed it though. Now Vexen's the math teacher (and a cocaine dealer! LULZ!)! P
'Cause Luxord looks more like a bassist.
Anyways, I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I almost didn't, but I had a certain best friend who kept bribing me with things. 3
On to the next chapter!
Roxas waited eagerly for Axel and Demyx to pack up their things. He and Kairi stood there and chatted, but Roxas wasn't really paying any attention to her. It was getting cold. Roxas had nearly forgotten that it was almost winter. It was a lot warmer during the day. Now he wished he had remembered to being a jacket.
Suddenly, Axel walked off of the stage, Demyx following closely. They were both beaming, and their cheeks were slightly flushed. "Well? How were we? Did you like it? What was your favorite song?" Axel blurted excitedly.
"You were both amazing, I loved it, and my favorite song was the first one." Roxas replied, with twice the energy.
"Me too!" Kairi exclaimed, eager to join in the conversation.
"'Savior'?" Demyx butted in. "I love that one too, my guitar solo is SO sick!" he paused. "Hey Roxas, who's the chick?"
Roxas blinked for a second, then realized he meant Kairi. He didn't really consider her a 'chick'. She was, despite her extremely girly getup, probably more manly than Roxas. Not to mention twice as insane. "Um… this is Kairi. She's… a fan. We were just kind of hanging out. I kind of promised her your autograph…"
"Autograph!" Demyx exclaimed. "Me? Of course!" As Kairi let out a squeal of delight, he pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. "I have to admit, I've never given an autograph out before. I almost feel kind of famous!"
"You're kidding!" Roxas exclaimed.
"I wish." Moaned Demyx. "Larxene and Luxord always get the autograph requests. They hog like… 97 percent of our fan-base."
Kairi let out a nervous little laugh as she took the signed paper from the frowning guitarist. "Well, I kind of wanted Luxord's autograph too…"
"Aghh!" Demyx cried. "See what I mean?"
"Axel!"
They turned to see who was calling. A blonde woman, the singer from before, ran up to them. "You…" she huffed. "forgot… you forgot one of your cables, you idiot!" Still struggling to catch her breath, she held out her hand, which was clutching a small, black chord.
"Whoa!" cried Axel. "I could have sworn I grabbed that. Thanks Larxene." She grinned as he took the chord from her. "So, are we still on for dinner?" she asked, but before Axel could respond, she let out a squeal. "Eeeeek! Soooo cute!" She cried, hugging a very frightened Roxas. "Is he your friend, Axel? Can we take him to dinner with us? Oh, he's just so adorable!" "Um…" Demyx stammered, a little frightened himself. "That's Roxas. We just met him the other day."
"No way, Larxene!" Axel spat. "I know how you get when you latch on to someone like that. We're taking Roxas home now. Meet you up there in a little bit." Larxene whined loudly, but Roxas frowned. "Don't… decide things for me!" He growled. "Maybe I want to go!" There was a silence, and then Axel and Demyx were hugging him too. "Awwww! You're so cute when you pout!" Demyx cooed. "Of course you can go!" Axel chimed in. "But Larxene isn't allowed to touch you, okay?"
"Awwww… why not?" Larxene whined.
"Because, I said so." Axel snapped, and then suddenly switched tones again. "Come, Roxy, let's go! You can even bring your friend if you want." Kairi gave a squeal of delight as Axel dragged them both along, Larxene pouting as her and the rest of the gang followed. "Don't just invite random fans…" she grumbled, but was ultimately ignored. Roxas followed Demyx and Axel to a silver car, not too far away. There waited Luxord and another man, the drummer, who Roxas had never even paid attention to. He was kind of short, with gray-ish hair that was parted off to the right. His bangs, oddly enough, were longer than the rest of his hair. It was a stylish cut, Roxas supposed, but it made it hard to see his eyes. Or the rest of his face, for that matter.
"This is Luxord, our bassist." Demyx said happily, pointing at the smirking blond. Luxord gave Kairi a wink, and she swayed a bit. "…and this is our drummer, Zexion." Demyx pointed at the other man, who shifted and gave an uneasy smile. "…Hi." He mumbled.
"Hey, why didn't I get a proper introduction?" whined Larxene.
"Because I'm sure he's had enough of you." Axel growled.
"Hey, cool it." Luxord intervened. "I'm hungry, so let's go, alright?"
"I concur." Said Demyx, with a nod. "Let's hit the usual spot! …If… everybody here doesn't mind…" he added, sheepishly, as he glanced at Roxas. "Um… you guys like Italian… right?"
Thankfully, Roxas did. Kairi didn't really care what they were eating, so long as she could continue living her fantasy. Her and Larxene were hitting it off well; every few minutes Roxas could hear their high pitched giggling. He kind of wondered exactly what was so funny, but decided against joining in on their conversation. Better safe than sorry, he figured. Instead, he found himself sneaking glances at them all throughout the car ride. There was something about the way Kairi laughed that made Roxas smile.
There was no doubt, Kairi was cute. Not to mention that she wasn't overly girly. Roxas liked that about her. She seemed… more real than other girls. To Roxas, anyway. Maybe, after getting to know her a little better, he would work up the courage to ask her out.
…Maybe.
Roxas wasn't really good with girls. He had a tendency to get all flustered, his sentences got all… jumbled.
"-Roxas? …Hey… you in there?"
"Huh?"
Roxas looked over at Demyx, who was sitting to his right. "I said, you do have any money with you?" he repeated, with a little smile. Oh. That wasn't something Roxas had thought about. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and pulled it open. There wasn't much, but probably enough for an appetizer or something like that. "Yeah, I have a little." Was all he said. Demyx snickered. "You liar. Don't worry, I'll treat you. This time, anyway." Blushing furiously, Roxas merely nodded in silence. "I just don't understand how you do that." said Demyx, with a little smile. "You're just so sickeningly cute."
"We're here." Zexion said, as he pulled into a parking lot, followed by a "It's about fucking time!"; courtesy of Luxord. Roxas poked his head out the window. It was a really nice looking restaurant, with some fancy looking Italian name that he couldn't understand. Stepping out of the car, he felt his heart sink. There was no way he could let Demyx treat him to a place like this. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see a smirking Axel. "Don't worry, Roxy," he said, seemingly sensing his thoughts. "I know this place looks ritzy, but it's really not all that expensive." Roxas blushed. Why were these guys being so nice to him? They had just met the other day. Was it leftover pity from the other night? Or did they really, genuinely like him? Roxas looked over at Kairi. 'Oh well.' He thought. 'At least I know she likes me.' That, for him, was enough. As they entered the building, Roxas noticed that the interior was almost as nice as the exterior. He was beginning to have his doubts. Perhaps Axel merely said that so that Roxas wouldn't feel bad? But then again, Roxas recalled, the two of them worked in a coffee shop. There would be no need for that kind of work if they were filthy rich.
Roxas also noticed that there was no hostess, something that would be very odd for a fancy restaurant.
"Let's sit by the window!" Demyx said, accompanied by a giddy nod from Kairi. Luxord scowled. "Who the fuck cares where we sit? Let's just sit somewhere and fuckin' eat!" Despite Luxord's grumpy outburst, the crowd followed the happy mullet-man to a booth in the corner of the room. Demyx and Kairi eagerly slid in first, occupying the closest space to the window. Rolling his eyes, Luxord scooted in next to Kairi, with Axel following. Roxas took a step forward, as if to sit next to Axel, but was rejected, as Axel turned sideways and rested his head on Luxord's shoulder, his legs occupying the empty space. Frustrated, he slid into the other side of the booth, next to Larxene, who had already struck up another giggle session with Kairi. Zexion quietly sat next to him.
A man approached them, older, though not by much. He had wild, brown hair, tan skin, and a smile that made the ladies swoon. Donning a black shirt, some slacks, and an apron, he gave a quick bow. "Good evening, gentlemen…" he paused, and flashed another heart-stopping grin. "…ladies…" Even Roxas found himself blushing. The man just seemed to be radiating with such… overpowering hormones. "My name is Diego, and I'll be your waiter this evening." With that, he flicked some menus out of his apron pocket and began explaining the evening specials as he handed them out. "Now, what would you all like to drink?" His eyes twinkled as he turned to Axel. "You seem like a coffee kind of guy. How about the Colombian French Roast? It's the darkest, richest coffee we have." At that point, Demyx, who had been trying so hard not to laugh, let out what may have been a stifled giggle, and Axel flushed, scowling. "I work at a coffee shop, actually, so no thanks."
"A coffee shop, you say? A man after my own heart…"
Axel choked on whatever witty comment he had thought of just moments before. He sputtered nonsense for a moment, then growled. "Look man, can you just get me a Mr. Fizz?"
"And I'll just have water…" Demyx piped, as the enchanting waiter began to eye him.
"Mr. Diego?" A voice called. "I'll take a coffee, actually."
Just as Diego began to drop his gorgeous smile, he turned to Larxene and grinned widely. "It would be my pleasure, Kitten." After taking everyone else's drinks, the man finally walked away, leaving the table eerily quiet.
"'Kitten'…?" Luxord scoffed. "Is he allowed to call her that?"
Silence for a moment… and then the table burst into hysterics. "Man, that was weird!" Exclaimed Kairi. "I swear, Axel, he was so hitting on you!"
"Shut up."
"Come on, Axel." Demyx chimed in. "You have to admit, he was looking at you rather… oddly."
"At least he didn't call you 'Kitten'." Scowled Larxene, obviously not fond of the nickname.
"You liked it." Axel teased, dodging various tableware which was being hurled at him.
The table suddenly hushed as Diego came running back.
"Here are your drinks…" He said cheerily as he began setting various beverages in their proper places, though not before giving Axel a little wink. Luxord looked down at him, smirking, which was returned by a glare. "Now, are you guys ready to order?" Diego asked, practically blinding them all with his platinum grin. Fortunately, they were. Roxas had decided to just go with Spaghetti, while everyone else decided to order fancy dishes with strange Italian names. The only other one he recognized was Chicken Parmesan, which was ordered by Zexion. Diego took their menus, and was off to the kitchen.
"Well, before Mr. Whore-omones comes back," Larxene said, while lifting her mug. "How about a toast?" The other band members groaned. "Larx, do we have to do this after every show?" Demyx whined, only to be smacked upside the head. "Of course we do!" She snapped in reply. "It's practically a tradition by now. Fucking get over it and raise your damn glasses." Knowing not to push her any further, the table fell silent. "To…" She paused for a moment, then looked over at Roxas and smiled. "To new friends! And a fucking awesome show." With a nod, the others slowly but surely raised their glasses, gave various noises of approval, and took a long sip. Roxas, who ordered a Cola, wrinkled his nose as the fizzy liquid slid down his throat. He didn't usually drink soda, and the carbonation was almost irritating. He wasn't even sure what compelled him to order a soda in the first place, but it wasn't too bad, he supposed.
"So what'dya think?" Axel asked Roxas as everyone else chatted away. "They're not the most exciting group, but you gotta' love these guys."
Roxas gave a little chuckle. "I… like them." Was all he could think to say. "They're nice. This is… nice." A pause. With a sigh, Roxas decided he may as well ask… "I have to wonder why you and Demyx invited me here in the first place. I mean, you guys don't even know me, really."
Now it was Axel's turn to laugh. "Well, to be completely honest, you looked like you needed a good time, and that just happens to be me and Dem's specialty."
Roxas' heart sunk.
"So you really did invite me because you felt bad for me."
"Awe, come on, you didn't let me finish." Whined Axel. "That's why we invited you, but in all honesty, we've actually grown kind of fond of you."
Roxas looked at him skeptically. "In one night?"
"Yup."
"Both of you?"
"Yup."
Silence.
Roxas wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. He decided to take this moment to take another sip of cola. Axel frowned and lowered his voice as he asked; "Did you ever talk to your friend?"
It was a rather long sip.
"No." He finally replied, setting the glass down gently. "I was going to. I waited for him to come home, but…"
Another silence.
"He was fucked up." Axel guessed. After a nod from Roxas, he sighed. "Well that explains why you looked so miserable this morning."
"Look, I don't really want to talk about this right now, alright?"
"Alright." The redhead agreed. "Just cheer up, alright? Me and Dem can't get enough of that cute smile of yours."
"Demyx thinks my smile is cute?"
"So it's weird for Dem to, but not me?" He shot back, grinning. Roxas choked for a second, then reached across the table and smacked him. "That's not what I meant!" He exclaimed.
Suddenly, Diego approached them, setting their meals on the table with a flourish. "Enjoy! Remember, if you need anything, just give me a call." Another flashy smile, and he was gone. Roxas decided to let Axel be and focus on his dinner. Picking up his fork, he realized that it had been ages since he'd eaten anything that remotely resembled noodles. He poked at the pasta, attempting to get something on his fork. It was around this time that he realized that noodle-eating is a skill… a skill that he no longer had.
How fucking embarrassing.
In a desperate attempt to keep attention off of himself, he simply tried to pick up one noodle at a time. It was actually pretty good, as far as Spaghetti goes. A few minutes passed of trivial conversation, when-
"Roxas, what are you doing?"
Shit.
Demyx grinned. "Don't you know how to eat noodles?"
How fucking embarrassing indeed.
"Uhm… well…" Roxas could feel his face turn red. "I haven't really eaten Spaghetti in a long time…"
"Here." Demyx said, reaching his arm around Larxene to get at Roxas' plate. After a "That's really fucking rude, you know." from Larxene, he picked up Roxas' fork and began twirling it around the pasta. "Like this, see?" He pulled his hand back, and Roxas gave it a go. Noodles still hung pitifully off the edge of his fork, but it was better than nothing. Kairi and Axel exchanged snickers as Roxas attempted to eat.
'I'll never eat Spaghetti again'. He thought, miserably.
