Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts II or any of the character mentioned. They, and the universe of Twilight Town, are owned by Disney and Square Enix.
This is purely fictional and not subject to real life.

A/N: This is my first story on this site, but I've been hanging out here and writing for years. I finally decided to create an account. I hope you all enjoy this.

There's a bit of a surprise at them end for you all. XD And I only plan to have one more chaper after this one. This is a very short fiction. I hope to write longer ones later, though. XD

Music: Chris Brown - Lottery

Chapter 4: I Think You Should Kiss Him Again

School has started up again, and it sucks balls. It has been two, maybe three, weeks since the Struggle. I don't keep track anymore. The days just seem to run together as sleep escapes my grasp. I know I'm failing most of my classes, but it's a good day if I make it to school at all.

In the morning I deliver mail and then go to school if I'm in the mood. If not, I spend my day at the Usual Spot. I work more after school and meet with the gang whenever there is time.

I've only had a few run-ins with Seifer, thankfully. He seems to be avoiding me as much as I am avoiding him. I find that odd. I thought he would be beating my ass every chance he got.

I skipped school again today. All my homework is done, but the teachers don't accept late work. I don't have the energy to attend those boring classes. Olette has been getting on my case, too. She's realized that something is wrong, and I don't want to deal with her.

Maybe I'll go to afternoon classes. I need food anyway. If I leave now, I'll get there in time for lunch.

Leaving the Usual Spot, I catch the tram running in the direction of the school. The lunch bell is still ringing when I step on the campus. I hurry inside and grab a tray, sitting at my usual table. Roxas is already there.

"Hayner, it's nice of you to grace us with your presence. You look like crap."

"Still awesome at giving compliments, as always, Roxas." I punch him in the arm playfully.

He grins as he bites into his turkey sub. I completely devour my food. Even the crumbs do not escape my mouth. Olette and Pence, who arrived sometime while I was attacking my food, letting their mouths hang open, and Roxas almost falls on the floor laughing. Well, I am hungry.

Olette finally snaps to her senses. "Hayner!" That's disgusting!" she exclaims.

"Sorry, I missed breakfast," I mumble, scratching the back of my head nervously. I also missed dinner last night, but I'm not about to tell Olette that.

She turns to Pence with an eye-roll, talking to him about their geometry homework. I sigh with a slight smile on my face. Those two are perfect for each other. It's almost unbearable to watch, but I watch anyway. I'm sure they'll go a long way, even though Roxas and I didn't know about their relationship. Or, we aren't supposed to know.

Roxas hasn't told Pence or Olette of his relationship, either. I wouldn't either. Olette would fan girl so badly. It would be unbearable. Now, I've actually met Axel. He's a pretty cool pyromaniac college guy. He's got good taste in music too. I had to stay at his apartment a couple of times. He and Roxas fit really good together, too. Axel's the spark to Roxas' darkness.

I feel eyes on the back of my head, causing the hair on the nape of my neck to rise. From staring at my empty tray, my eyes find Seifer as I turn my head. His eyes pierce mine with a look I've never seen before. He looks away first while I still stare. I want to know what that was about.

Roxas, who happened to witness our little "moment," nudges me in the ribs. I inhale sharply and turn back around in my seat.

"So, is he finally warming up to ya?" Roxas whispers.

"I wouldn't know; he's been avoiding me," I shrug in reply.

My best friend gets a thoughtful look on his face. I think I just met the devil himself. Oh my Gods! Are those horns growing out of his forehead? That smirk is positively evil.

"I think you should kiss him again."

I sputter indignantly. I should what? His smirk only widens. Before I can clarify what Roxas said, the bell rings. He gets up and walks away. The world is coming to an end again… again.

I throw my tray away with a sigh. Roxas is already long gone in the sea of people. Anyway, I have to make it to the English room, which is on the other side of the building and up one floor. I'm probably going to get another tardy. I shrug. Oh well. At least I'll be there.

The end of school doesn't come soon enough. The gang and I hang out some and work on homework a little. Roxas keeps tormenting me, silently of course. We actually get into a wrestling match. I win, duh.

We separate after sundown. I still have a few odd jobs to do, so I attend to those instead of going home. The jobs are easy stuff, though. I get them done in time to grab a slight dinner at one of the shops. It's so good, but un-filling. I'll get over it. I'll scrounge for something at home. I think there is still cereal in one of the cabinets.

The streets are silent around me. It's getting late once again. I'm tired, but I can't find it in me to fall asleep at night. There are too many things on my mind. Restlessness.

Oh, wait! I'm not alone after all. The shadow of a person just passed by. I think I recognize that shadow. I'm already bored, so it's time to stalk!

My Gods! The sleep deprivation is getting to me.

I casually stroll into the Sandlot, in the direction the shadow went. It's empty, and I can't hear any footsteps. Okay…I must be going crazy, then. I know I saw someone walking. I sigh and go towards the back alley. I think I'll hang out in the Usual Spot for awhile. Maybe I'll catch a few hours of sleep there.

I gasp as my back hits the wall. Fuck. That hurt!

Before I can retaliate, warm lips devour mine. I'm completely breathless. Hands grip my shoulders tightly.

I gasp, "Seifer." That word is nearly soundless, just a rush of air escaping my lungs.

Nothing else is said, and no questions are asked as we stumble into the Usual Spot. I'm pressed against the wall again, not protesting in the slightest. Gods, it feels so good. I run my fingers over his exposed stomach, loving the feel of the muscles twitching under my touch. Gasping breath and groans are the only sounds.

We stumble across the room again. The back of my knees find the couch. Clothes are discarded, strewn across the floor. His skin is so warm, so soft.

Have I died and gone to Heaven? Or am I just dreaming?

I hope it's neither. I want it to be real.