Authors note: Nothing much to say…school sucks…

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Axel:

A Deal to Seal

"Shiza," I swore, crossing out another line. The tip of my pencil tapped the surface of my desk, stimulating my frustration caused by my lack of acceptable lyrics. My train of though was interrupted by the school bell ringing, signaling school was over. I let out a groan and slammed my forehead onto my notebook with scratches and random doodles along the edges. "Damn."

"Axel," a deep voice came up behind me and a reassuring hand squeezed my shoulder, "don't worry. I have faith in you. I know you'll think of something." Lexaeus's hand left my shoulder and he exited the classroom along with the other students.

I lifted my head and took a deep breath. "What am I talking about?" I asked myself, trying to collect my thoughts. "This shouldn't be hard. I've written lyrics before…ones that sucked…damn, I need Demyx." My pencil tapping continued again as my hand ruffled my gelled hair, screwing it up.

Sadly, I've never been in love, (not including the burritos on the dollar menu, that I adore.) so I couldn't write about it like most artists. I leaned back in my chair, causing it to go on its back legs. My uniquely colored eyes peered though the window on the classroom door. If I couldn't get an idea, maybe someone would give me one.

I observed the group of students pass by the window, right and left, and just as I began to give up hope, the source of drama took to scene on cue: Marluxia. And who would be there in his arms? My blonde ex-best-friend: Demyx; his face hidden with that pink bush in the way. "Perfect, you guys, give me an idea so I can beat Demyx's sorry ass at Duel of Dynamics." Marluxia wrapped his arms around Demyx and pulled him in.

"So, do you two plan on hanging out in my class all day?" My balding math teacher inquired, sounding quite annoyed.

"Two?" I turned around and there was Demyx, not outside with the pink-haired pussy but here, in the desk behind me.

"Sorry, teach! I'm leaving now." He stood up from his seat and gathered some papers in his arms. The mullet-boy walked past me but tripped over my desk leg, spilling the papers he was holding onto my desk. I took a glance at one of them, never batting an eye at my ex-best-friend, and read the title, 'Bed' at the top of one of the papers. Below it was neatly written stanzas and couplets.

A song.

I couldn't help but look up into his blue eyes, which were smiling at me. "Sorry, Ax, wasn't watching were I was going." He picked up the papers and continued to joke, "ever since my break up, I've been truckin' through inspiration, spewing out lyrics like a machine." He walked away and nodded good-bye to the teacher. I watched the door close behind him and sat there for a second thinking.

"…spewing out lyrics like a machine." I need some of the creativity. I can't do this. Those lyrics from days ago were not my words but Demyx's. He stimulated my creativity and helped me, just as best friends did.

I jumped out of my seat, grabbing my stuff, and ran out the door. "Wait!" Demyx slowly, turned around. His kind, gentile face I grew up with was twisted into a mischievous smile.

"Yes, Axel?"

I looked around before saying anything, Marluxia and who-I-thought-to-be-Demyx was there, but they were too intrigued with each other to notice me. Luckily, my new band mate, Lexaeus was not there. My body leaned in and my voice was kept low, "so, when did you two break up?"

"One week ago. What about it?"

"Nothing, just curious." I looked down at my feet before continuing, "so, those lyrics…can you help me? Lexaeus and Xigbar are not exactly the most brightest of them all and I can't do this by myself." My eyes looked up at his ocean-blue ones, I locked my gaze into his, "please help me."

"You want lyrics?"

"Yes." His lips twisted into an evil grin, formulating something. This would be my punishment for pushing him away.

"Okay…but you have to work for it."

My spirits lifted from the dark abyss where my failure accumulated. "Anything."

"Do what I ask and they'll be yours." My head jerked up and I shot a disgusted glance at him.

"What the hell?!" He continued to smile. I didn't like where this was going. I didn't want to be a slave to him, following his every order.

If I do that, it'd be nothing but degrading.

"Fuck you!" I screamed at him, and like an immature, giddy high school boy, which he was, he began to giggle. I rolled my eyes and sighed. His laughing pissed me off.

Why am I even friends with this guy? All he does is put dicks before chiks-er…friends.

I sighed and pushed past him, purposely ramming my shoulder into his, "grow up."

"Ow! That's hurt Axe-hole!" He thought about what he said and started giggling even more. "Heh… 'Axe-hole.'"

Keep laughing; let's see who wins Duel of Dynamics…

Not me…

Crumpled wads of paper occupied my desk, all of them having lyrics that would never work. I reached in my pocket for my words with most potential. So far, it read:

All of my purple life

And that's it, sadly. I glanced over at the clock: 12:38 am. Damn, one week until the contest and I'm still not ready. I checked out my window at the pay phone outside. I thought about calling Demyx, apologizing for the way I've been acting. But I can't do that, it's not my fault. It's his fault for being such a man whore!

I looked away from the pay phone and went back to 'writing,' trying to forget about my ex-best-friend. But how can you try to not think about someone when you have to think about who you're not supposed to think about?

Whoa…I'm never thinking that thought ever again…

I shook my head and lowered my pencil to write another line:

I've been looking for a dame

My pencil fell out of my hands and I threw up my arms in celebration. "Yes! Another line down!" After the moment of happiness, I was inspired to attempt to write more. Sadly, I sat there with pencil in hand for twenty minutes, having nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Why is this so hard? It never was! Where are the words? I need them…I remember it didn't used to be like this. Demyx and I used to be able to think of-…

I caught myself in my thought, stopping to think about it.

Demyx…

…and…

…I?

I hate to say it, but I have no choice…

The weather mirrored my feelings. Sad, sorry, sappy, the three S's. Oh, and I shouldn't forget the extra S, soaked with the tears of the gods.

This is pathetic…

I lifted the phone from the hook.

What the hell am I doing?

The coins went in but came straight out.

It could be a sign; I should turn back.

Yet, I put them back in. This time, the phone took it.

I know I'll regret this.

I inputted his number but stopped right before I put in the final nine.

Good-bye soul.

"Hello?"

"Demyx…you win…"

There was a moment of silence, I knew he was grinning, laughing at my weakness. When it came to music, he was always the victor.

"Excellent. I'm coming over now."

"Wait, what?!" The line went dead before I could be heard. I slammed the phone back in, getting some change back. "Damn you." Pocketing the change, I ran up the stairs, and hid in my apartment. I wasn't going to wait out there for him.

I'm not that pathetic.

I looked at the mirror in my bathroom. I looked like shit. My eyeliner was running down my cheek like a girl, and my hair was matted down…like a girl.

I don't care. If I feel like shit, I might as well look like it.

Knock, knock.

I heaved a sigh and opened the door. "Um…hi…"

Talk about awkward…

Demyx's hair was also matted down by the rain. It looked dumb with the random different lengths of hair, but personally, I think that's what he is.

"Here 'ya go!" He shoved a piece of paper that was ripped at the bottom. It was labeled 'bed.'

Without hesitation, I snatched it out of his hands and read it:

My little darling it's a crying shame
The way that you lead me on
And I've got nobody but myself to blame
Cause I've always just played along

Well show me a body that gets no love
And I'll show you a body that's way messed up
Well, it seems like you're aware of the effect you have on my head

I frowned. "What the hell? Where's the rest?!"

Demyx walked in and pushed the door closed behind him. "You'll have to work for that." He walked past me and looked around at my room. I don't know what could have been so fascinating; my room was a mess; boxers and other clothing items acting as carpet to the floor. His blue eyes observed my bed. Then, he looked back at me and grinned. "Take off your pants."

I stared at him with a clueless expression, while he smiled at me, hands on his hips, waiting. "What?"

"Waiting on you…"

I shook my head, "no, what did you say? I could have sworn you said-"

"Take off your pants," he finished.

I keep on staring at him, dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Don't question me," he waved a finger at me, "or I might not give you the rest of those lyrics."

I scanned over at the lyrics, again. They were actually really good. A hell lot better than, 'All of my purple life…' "Whatever; fine." I undid my belt and kicked off my jeans, leaving me in my boxers. "There! Nothing you haven't seen, we have been in the locker room before, dork."

He chuckled. "Silly Axel, I know we have…but I want more." I backed away, against the door. Demyx pulled off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the ground where my pants were. He gestured to the bed, "why don't you lie down and I can promise you'll get the rest of the lyrics."

Something is wrong with this, especially if my band found out. "Only if you can also promise you won't tell anyone."

His lips formed into a seductive smile, "it just depends how 'good' you are." My inner-self whimpered (I couldn't show him my weakness) as I took off my shirt.

What the hell? I'm about to get taken advantage of by my used-to-be best friend.

I took one last glance at the lyrics before setting them on my desk, walking forward.

It's for the best.

"Ahem…boxers?" I looked down at my blue boxers and sighed. I knew I couldn't hide myself for any longer. The blue boxers were shoved to the floor, fully revealing myself. Demyx let out a snort. I glared at him, offended. "Sorry but…" I could see his eyes on 'me.' "I guess the carpet does match the curtains." He continued to laugh as I threw myself onto my bed, face down.

Demyx came onto my bed and straddled my lower back. His hands brushed along my shoulders, admiring me. "Why are you doing this, Demyx?"

He ignored my question and leaned to my ear. "No more talking," his lips gave a small kiss to my neck, "you pay me back…" Demyx's fingers tangled themselves into my hair and turned my head to look him in the eyes. He forced his lips onto mine. He was sweet, not rough, but I could do nothing but wince. Demyx pulled away and licked his lips, "…now."

Yikes! It's been like over a week! That's terrible. Luckily, Aryll sent me something! Hoo-rah! And that'll be posted later…

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-Lady of the Cards-