OKIE DOKIE! This is Don't Mess With the Rules! Aweshome right?

If anyone here likes their lemons, feel free to look at the requested one shot lemon I made. It's called Monster.

Sorry for making generally short chapters. I'm one to rush ;O

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GET READY FOR SOME COLORFUL LANGUAGE! ROXY GETS PISSY THINKING ABOUT RIKU, SOOO:D


It took an hour for Xion to wake up, even then she was still a little bit out of it. It was only about, 6:30 and we hadn't even decided what kind of fights we were going to get in to. Xion was sitting next to me, not saying anything at all. She was looking at her wrist inspecting her new tattoo. XIV was obvious on her light skin. She rubbed her hand over the raised skin, still incredulous to the fact it was real, and that this was really happenning.

"Xion, you have any cigs?" I asked her. She looked at me and nodded. She turned away and continued inspecting her tattoo. I sighed and held out my hand.

"Well can I have one?" She dug around in her pocket and fished out a box of cigs that was almost empty. With that she also produced a cheap red lighter. She dumped them in my hand and I feverently dug a cigarette out of the small box. I placed it in my mouth and lit it. I handed the lighter and box back to her. I took a long drag, thankful for the smoke burning inside my lungs. I looked at her and took the cigarette out of my mouth.

"Thanks," I told her. She looked at me with a look in her eye that almost suggested that she was surprised. I mean, who wouldn't be surprised? Roxas Strife saying thank you? Yeah, that just doesn't happen. Unless there's a pretty girl involved. She swallowd and looked down for a moment. When she looked up she was smiling.

"Your welcome, Roxas,"Was her reply. Her voice wasn't as soft as I thought it would be, it was the voice of a fighter. I liked that voice on a girl. I tried to smile back, but I just couldn't. It came out as a sneer.

"That's close enough to a smile,"She said while laughing. I took another drag out of the cigarette and puffed it out into the air. It stood out the quickly darkening sky. I looked back at Larxene who was admiring her knives.

"Hey Larx, you know of any good gang fights?" I asked her. She put her knife down and looked into the sky for a moment. When she looked back she seemed disappointed.

"No, everyone is too much of a pussy to want to challenge us," She replied, sadistic smile turning to her face. That was true, we stopped getting gang fight challenges to see who becomes top dog. Sissies, they shouldn't even be in a gang if they're afraid of getting into some fights.

"Damn, it's been awhile since we fought anyone good. Roxas probably scared them away with what he did today," Axel said while playing with his lighter. Today, I beat somebody up, same old, same old. It's one of those fights were you either kill someone or almost kil someone. I've been in those fights many times, it wasn't anything I was shy to go into. I did it all the time actually. This time though, I lost the grace I had with fighting. I didn't give a shit that I nearly killed the guy(he deserved it, asshole), I'm more worried about how I lost that finess and how that shit head humiliated me and made me lose that finess with fighting. I was rough and uncontrollable. That's not a bad thing, I never said I didn't like it, but I'd rather have it seem skillful than bruteful.

"What did Roxas do?" Xion asked Axel. I looked at her. She either just moved here or she had been doing something and hadn't heard the news. Axel laughed and put away his lighter and looked at Xion just like how I was doing. He scoffed and took another drag out of his cig. He looked at Xion before turning back to the ever darkening sky.

"Where have you been Xion? Well, you must have heard all about Roxas. He's the head of the most feared gang in Twilight Town, he's pretty much the ruler of Twilight Town actually. With his rules and all. You see, some people just don't like Roxas and his rules-"I stopped him to add my own little bit to the story.

"Actually, everyone who isn't in my gang hates my guts. I just want to clarify that fact," I said. Xion looked at me almost with pity, but she laughed anyway. Axel coughed and grimaced.

"Yeah, okay, pretty much no one likes Roxas. Jeez, hound on the guy trying to make you look better, GOD!" He waved his hands around sarcastically. I laughed with Axel and Xion. True, everyone hated me, but I don't care. That's how it's supposed to be. To lead a town, people have to fear you, that's the only way they'll follow you at all. I like it that way. I'm the superior one, and the rest of the world is inferior.

"Anyway, because people don't like the way they run things, they try to fight him. Haha, trust me, he isn't the type of person you want to fight, ever. Today he fought someone tough. Riku Gray. Well, at first Roxas got him down, but the tides turned and lets just say that some things were said that set Roxas off. Roxas has this sort of style that he fights in, if you saw him you'd swear that it was choregraphed. Roxas got you know, a little insane after what was said. He literally beat him to a pulp. I couldn't recognize the guy's face by the time he was done. I bet he won't be able to use his arm either. Let's just say this, never piss Roxas off," He finished his story with a puff of smoke in my face(which I didn't mind that much). Xion looked at the ground so many feet below us for a long time before she said anything.

"What kind of things pisses you off, Roxas?" She said. I don't care what I tell her about what pisses me off.

"Let's see, people breaking the rules I made is at the top of the list. Talking back to me, and being an annoying little shit." I told her. She nodded and turned towards me again.

"No, I mean what kind of things piss you off enough to do that someone," She looked sincere. I'm not going to tell her anything. She doesn't have to know anything about him. I couldn't help but glare at her.

"None of your fucking business," I can't help but be pissed. I always get into a pissy mood when people talk about him, or even say something that could link back to him. Xion shrank back and drew her shoulders into herself, losing anything social about herself almost immedietely. She looked back at her hands that she was fiddling with.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," She mumbled. I looked back at the setting sun. I don't know why I get angry thinking about him. Wait, I do.

"You better be," Axel punched me in the arm, not entierely joking.

"Come on Rox, give her a break. She's a newbie,"He leaned around me to look at Xion. He smiled apologetically.

"Don't worry about it Xion. It's a touchy subject, it took him forever to tell me about it. You'll know in a year or two," He said that last bit with a small laugh. She giggled but didn't look at me. As for me-I stared into the pink sky trying to cool down. As much as I hate to admit, Axel was at least a little bit right. I'd never tell him that though.

The next few hours passed uneventfully and quietly-for me that is. It was already completely dark out, it was time for the gangs to go and fight. Or you could always fight solo, like what I'm doing. I didn't want to go home, I don't like spending too much time there, it's boring and it still seems like he lives there. I usually go hang out with Axel at his house or something. Today I wanted to get some one on one fights. I haven't had a fight that was one of those ladi-da carefree types in a week. I need my fill on that.

At this time of night the shops are closed, but there are still neon lights lighting up the nighs from other shops. Tram Common is the perfect place to fight someone. Some men like to tell someone before they attack someone, I'm the type who just likes to jump them without warning.

Not a lot of people were roaming about the streets of Tram Common tonight. They must have know that I'd be prowling. I did find someone though. I have no idea who he is, but a fight is a fight. I followed after him for a minute or two. He didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular. As soon as he stopped for a second to tie his shoe, I jumped.

The first thing to do, kick him in the head. He fell to the ground with a yelp of surprise. His arms flailed around him and he looked up. He growled when he saw my face. I grimaced at him.

"You."

The next thing he did was get up and swing at me twice. He easily dodged them, he was slow and lumbering. I punched him once in the jaw and kicked him in the stomache and let him fall to the ground. He put his hands over his eyes and groaned. He never stood a chance. I towered over him, trying hard to not laugh at the little fight he put up.

That's when for the second time today, my bits and pieces were attacked, both times with a foot. The air rushed out of my lungs and I doubled over grabbing my boys. He brought his knee to my face and I felt warm blood trickle from my nose once again. I stubled back a few fight, trying not to cry out from the throbbing pain in my pants. He punched me in the stomache more times than I could count and blood began to trickle from in between my teeth. He kicked me in my shins mutliple times, and once in the ankles. They throbbed, but I ignored it.

When he was coming back to punch me again I ran my head into his stomache. I straightened out and kicked him shins. He fell to his knees where I kicked him in the face. He fell backwards blood pouring out of his nose. He held his nose and tried to kick my from where I was, but I easily side stepped. I went beside him and kicked him as many times as I dare. He rolled over on his side and clutched his stomache. He kicked him two more times before stopping. I only then realized that I was panting. I walked away from the scene limping from the attacks made on my leg.

I still didn't want to go home, and I didn't want Axel to worry about me, so i made it to the one place I know no one would expect me to be. The secret spot that I used to share with my few friends.

By the time I arrived my legs were about ready to collaspe under me, and I felt light headed. I knew I was losing blood, but I would never consent to go to the hospital. my head pounded. I admit that it hurt like hell.

I made my way over to the tattered red couch and collapsed onto it facefirst. It took my last bits of strength to turn myself over so I was lying on my back. I groaned from the motion, my tense mucles screaming for me to stop. I fell asleep instantaneously.

The next morning I felt like crap. I could feel the itchiness of the dried blood covering nearly the whole bottom half of my face. I wanted to reach my hand yp and brush the red flaks away, I began to, too, but the slight movement cause my arms to go on fire, or at least seem to. They continued to burn even though I wasn't using them, just having my arms hurt like being hit in the balls, except this time with fire. I sat up groaning, blech I wanted to cut my arms off so bad. That's when I noticed two fine looking young ladies sitting not too far away on a wooden crate probably full of dust. Kairi and Namine.

"So you finally woke up, Princess?" Namine asked mockingly. I was too sore to even think about yelling at her.

"Yeah," Was my only response as I used an enormous amount of effort to stand up from the couch, trying my best to ignore the pain and ask them a question.

"Why are you guys here?" I asked. Kairi either noticed my change of attitude for the time being or got a pep-talk from Namine, because she answered me, she even looked me in the eye.

"I was giving Namine a tour of the town. What are you doing in here?" She asked back. She had crossed her arms in a haughty fashion that made me laugh. The laugh was over quickly due to the soreness of my lungs.

"This used to be my place too you know," I replied. I was a tad bit annoyed that she would forget something as simple as that. She always was an air-head who could never get the facts straight. Kairi pointed to a wooden board that was painted white.

"If you didn't notice, we crossed your name off of the board." I looked at the board and read the names on it.

Kairi Itachi

Olette Wantanabe

Pence Nomura

Under those names was a big black blob where my name used to be written. I grunted. Not that I cared-much. Namine smirked.

"Are you hurting inside? You must be hurting on the outside, you look like a pile of shit!" She said while laughing at her own joke-not cool. I smiled, no, I grimaced.

"Don't worry, I beat him up just for you," I hobbled over to her and picked up a lock of her hair, leaning in closely."Sweetie," I whispered huskily. Her facial expression became one of disgust. She slapped my hand away and pushed me from her(I tried to hide the wince). She glared death at me.

"You're pathetic Roxas! You're a no good piece of shit! You go around bullying people, make them follow these stupid rules, and you beat them up! You're a fucking monster!" She screamed in my face. She's so bold, it's endearing, for a horse's ass that is. I smiled at her, I smiled sweetly like she wasn't even affecting me(which she wasn't).

"You know you love me," Were my last words before walking out of the secret place. Thankfully, there were no people in the alley to see my injuries. I made my way to the underpasses because they were the fastest way home. I walked sickeningly slow, hobbling along the cold stone of the underpasses. Every five minutes or so I would have to stop and sit down with my head resting on my knees to catch my breath. Eventually I saw the sun again, but it was in a different spot in the sky. A trip that would normally take me 10 minutes took me 30 minutes.

I walked to the front of my cheery home covered with the flowers my mother planted when there were still four of us. The door was a bright red, I don't know why those red. Maybe because it matched my mother's eyes? I graspd the doorknob and turned it, pushing it open. I was greeted by the very stern face of a very worried mother.

"Where were you?" My mother asked me. I shrugged. I honestly didn't want to tell her or she'd break nearly every rule and punish me. Even I, the bad boy of Twilight Town, did not want to face the wrath of a mother who learned that her son ditched sleeping in bed to sleep on a dingy couch in a dusty little room full of mice. She didn't buy my 'I don't know' shrug, but she moved on to other things.

"What happened to your face?" She said reaching out and touching it tenderly. I let her, she is my mother and she is worris, it's a right that only they have. I winced slightly as her hand brushed against the left side of my face, near my eye. I grabbed her head and gently and held it tight. I looked her in the eyes and willed her not to worry.

"It's okay Mom, it's not the worst," I told her softly. She frowned and aqueezed my hand before letting go. I limped past my father who grunted to acknowledge my presence. My father, he got a little pissy after what happened to their other son, and what I got into. Mom was always more understanding anway.

I was somehow able to make it all the way up the stairs without falling and breaking my neck. I ventured into my room and grabbed the towel off of the chair by the desk I neglected, and some clean clothes from my bed. I left my room and half walked half fell into the bathroom. I started the tub, turning the heat up all the way. I stripped my body and examined the damage from the night before in the mirror. I had a black eye on my right eye, bruises covered my jawline. My nose was red and swolled with dried and flaky blood surrounding it. Above my lips, my lips, and a strip of my chin was covered in blood. There were two thin streaks of red from my nose and mouth that traveled down the left side of my face. My arms were covered in a mosaic of bruises, as were my legs. The only are un colored by blood or bruises was bits and pieces.

I turned off the water in the tub and slid in. The water was like heaven for my muscles, and I welcomed the searing feeling with open arms. My muscles un tensd, and I bgan to relax in the tub. It closed my eyes and just enjoyed peace, real peace, like nothing could go wrong in the world. I've never actually had a peaceful life. At least one aspect of my lives, old roxas or new roxas, there was something violent in it.

I got out eventually when I thought my skin was pruned enough and drained the tub. I put on the clothes I had grabbed; sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt. I planned on relaxing for most of the day. Of course, I would tense up near sunset. I fell onto my bed and stared out the window that was above the head of the bed. It looked pretty actually. So there I stayed, relaxing in bed until I had to become violent and tense again.


I honestly don't care if I have spelling mistakes. I'm tired and I'm proud for staying up late to type this jsut for you guys. Review!

I tried to show how even the most uptight bastards like to relax in jammies from time to time. :D

I hope you liked it!