Fame and Fortune

Chapter Four: Wanting Fame

The redhead fell back against his couch, as Roxas sat next to him, trying to piece together whatever information had just gotten into his mind. Axel, surprisingly for someone who didn't even know Twilight existed, knew a lot, and shared his thoughts with Roxas. Albeit he was a little against the idea at first, but Roxas knew he'd use the advice given to him.

"What about my singing?" the blond asked, turning to look at his mentor, blue eyes sparkling with admiration. Axel froze up, unable to say anything. "Well? I want to know."

"I—I don't know how to judge singing. It's hard to judge something you're not good at and haven't heard a lot of."

Roxas looked at him, head tilted to the side, as if confused. He snorted, covering his mouth, looking away. "But you seem to know so much, Axel."

"According to Demyx, I apparently lived under a rock, since I didn't even know what Twilight was." Axel shook his head. "I never really heard a variety of singers before, so I can't really help with that. Also, according to my parents, I sound like a dying whale."

Roxas nodded, putting a hand to his chin and thinking. "Well, whatever things you said today really helped anyway." He checked the time on the display screen of his iPod. "Wow, it's really late. Marluxia's going to hate me if I don't get home really soon." He packed up his multiple magazines, zipping up the back while meeting Axel's eyes. "Thanks so much for today."

And he found his way out on his own.

The light dinging of the bell turned Demyx's head to the door, and he grinned broadly—probably enough to blind someone this early in the morning—waving. "Hey, Axel, good morning."

The redhead in question groaned, practically falling into the stool. The blond chuckled, moving to begin brewing Axel's morning coffee. "So...how was your little guest yesterday?"

"How do you know where I live, Dem? I never told you."

"I can do a little research, Ax, I'm not completely useless." Demyx leaned in close, resting his elbows on the counter. "But you're seriously lucky."

"How am I lucky?"

"Dude, it's a person's dream come true to have Roxas visit their house."

Axel scoffed, and Demyx turned to finish the coffee he was brewing. Axel began tapping his fingers against the marble, rolling his eyes. "He's nothing but a brat, anyway. All he wants is fame."

"Not really," Demyx countered, pushing the steaming mug towards his customer, then wiped his hands on his apron. "Twilight had its rough moments. Roxas never wanted fame at first, in fact, he had to teach himself to want it."

"Why?" Axel asked, resting his head on the palm of his hand. "Wouldn't any band want to become super famous after they debut?"

"You've probably never heard of the band called Struggle, have you?" The look the blond received answered his question. "Okay, guess not. Well, they're Twilight's rival band. And they're relatively equal in skills. I personally hate Struggle."

"What is with these bands and their names?" Axel rubbed his forehead, running a finger over the rim of the mug. "And? What's the deal with Struggle?"

The bell rang and Zexion's voice rang into the empty café. "Seifer, Struggle's lead singer, is Roxas' ex."

And we have been introduced to Seifer.

This chapter's a little early and a little short. To anyone celebrating Thanksgiving, I hope you all have a very wonderful holiday! Stay safe, wherever you're going, especially if you're going Black Friday shopping! *hugs*

TardisGirl: I wanted Roxas to look up to Axel, and he's still a teen, but a spoiled one. So acting like he does really makes their pseud-friendship a little easier to write.

Please leave a review, and happy Thanksgiving! Updates will continue next Thursday. Love you!

-Eternal White Rose, AKA, Shion Ercal.