A/N:Yeah so, yeah. I actually didn't know people were actually reading this. Wow, I feel like an idiot. I saw the reviews, and I was all "Oh my god, they like it. They really like it!" Especially ihasakeyblade123 who wrote another akuroku fanfic I was reading called King of the Beach (which was totes awesome, and you should check it out) who was all "update your akuroku!" and i was like "...wait...you're reading that?!" So I checked and quite a few are reading, I'm so happy! So here you go, hope you enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, haha. Don't I wish.

Roxas POV

My lungs were as heavy as lead as I collapsed at my empty desk. Class didn't start for another 10 minutes, but I'd been interrupted from my morning rest. My breathing still hasn't returned to a normal state, which was weird, because I always take long runs on weekends. Maybe it's because I sprinted…no. My heart was thudding out of control and my skin was completely flushed. This was not from the run. I brought my hand to my chest, and realized my sweater-shirt was still open. Who the hell was that?! I didn't really get a good look at him since I was in such a daze from waking up, then a rage from being molested, that I didn't even notice. All I can remember is a flash of red and those eyes…those emerald green eyes. I've seen them before, I know I have. Maybe he's in one of my classes. No, I feel like I would remember someone like that. Not that I pay much attention to other people. A concert maybe? But it's nearly impossible to see anyone beyond the stage, the lights are so blinding. Well, except for last night, when I saw-

"Roooooooox!"

I jumped in my seat. Whipping my head around, I relaxed at who it was. "Sor. I swear to god, you almost gave me a heart attack."

My twin laughed. He skipped to his desk that was to the right of mine and dropped his black messenger bag on top. He abruptly brought his ear to my chest.

"Wow, your heart really is pumping. Hey, why is your vest open?" he asked, pulling away.

Roxas quickly zipped it up. "What are you even doing here so early?"

"Coming to class. Why is your vest open?" he asked again. Damn, he wasn't gonna let me change this subject.

"Some guy touched me...my chest and stuff...while I was sleeping in back of the school," I muttered.

"Wow, really? You gotta be careful Rox, anyone can attack you out in the open like that, especially when you're not wearing a shirt."

"You're not wearing a shirt either!" I pointed out. He was wearing exactly what I was wearing, except his sweater-shirt was white with a black-lined inside, and he had on white high-top converse. Our mother was a lunatic who thought it was fun to dress us up identically. So we have had the same wardrobe in inverse colors since we were born.

"But it's fun to dress identically! It really messes with people's minds," Sora laughed. He was so cynical under that smiling face.

"It does, it's so funny." But then again, so was I.

"Why do you always come here so early anyway? To sleep? You can sleep at home," Sora whined, pulling on my arm.

I never told Sora about that gazebo in the woods behind the school. It was probably the one thing about me he didn't know about.

"Sorry that I actually like to be on time for my classes, unlike a certain sociable someone," I taunted.

"Sorry that I actually have people who love to talk to me all the time, unlike a certain un-sociable someone," Sora zinged back.

I was about to get him back for that (my social life was none of his concern) when we heard someone come through the door. We turned to see who it was.

"Riku," we said simultaneously. Of course, I said it like a regular person would greet there friend early in the morning. Sora fucking squealed it. He also proceeded to hop out if his seat and dash for him.

"Good morning, Sora," Riku said, a small smile gracing his otherwise grouchy face.

"Mornin' Riku!" Sora cheered as he skipped with him back to our desks. He sat in front of Sora.

"Mornin' Riku," I cooed, imitating my bro's sickengly sweet tone.

"Morning, Roxas," he dead-panned. I smirked and turned fully to him, holding my hands in front of me just like Sora does all the time.

"Aw, what's the matter, Riri? Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" I grinned evilly as I said this.

Riku shuddered from head to toe. "Oh god, please don't do that. You look…"

"Hmm? Are you going to say I look cute?" I said in the same voice, dragging out the 'u' in cute.

"You wish you could be as cute as Sora," Riku scoffed. I flinched a bit.

He nor Riku seemed to notice. "Aw, you think I'm cute, Riri?" Sora said.

Riku blushed a bit and turned to the front of the room. "Oh, would you look at that, class is starting." Sure enough, hordes of students were filing into the class. I meant to come after the initial herd, it kept people from talking to me beforehand (okay, maybe I'm a bit anti-social). I just felt so uncomfortable around people sometimes 'cause I never know how to act. Am I supposed to smile all the time, like Sora? Play it cool, like Riku, or Yuffie? It's all so stupidly complicated. That's why I created X. I didn't have to put on a façade, pretend to be someone I'm not. It was just me and the music. And of course my fans, who saw me for who I was, and appreciated what I did. I loved it.

"Am I boring you, Mr. Stryker?"

My head jerked at being called out. When did class start? I thought people were still coming in. But looking up, I can see everyone in their seats diligently taking notes from the already filled white board.

"Oh, did you mean me, Ms. Harrison? You'll have to be more specific since there are two Stryker's in this room," I said in my calm, I'm-a-good-student voice. Apparently she heard the smugness in my voice, and decided to send me out. Not even to the principal's office, or to the dean, just 'out'. She was so pissy sometimes, I swear. On my way out I could hear Riku snort and Sora trying to hold in his laughter. I threw up a peace sign and left the class. I could hear squealing and giggles as I shut the door firmly behind me. Well, now what? I could go back to my gazebo, maybe catch some more-

Nonononononononono. Come on, Roxas. How the hell could you forget you were nearly did this morning? I sighed and decided not to take my chances. With a quick turn, I decided to just sit out under the fire escape. Usually there were a group of kids there, but it was so early and class was in session. I already began to pull out my headphones as I pushed through the secluded doors.

And was hit in the face by a waft of smoke.

I went into a bit of a coughing fit and waved my hand in front of me to disperse it. I heard quick shuffling from below the staircase. Probably thinks I'm a teacher. Well, that's good for me. They'll leave the spot.

But luck has decided to go on vacation because proceeding from the shadows was a head full of red. He looked up, and I locked onto those emerald green eyes. It was him.

"Roxas…?" He sounded like he couldn't quite believe it. Neither could I until I noticed he was slowly making his way up the stairs to me. I immediately turned and tried for the door, but I heard him rush up (probably skipping steps with those damn long legs I saw) and slam it shut before I could squeeze through.

I turned to face him (mistake number one) finding myself trapped between his arms resting on the door. I took a deep breath to slow my pacing heart (mistake number two) and could smell him. It was…intoxicating. I couldn't even describe it. He smelled of smoke, but it was bitter-sweet. And some kind of cologne…I don't know what it was, but it was making my head spin and my heart beat twice as fast. What the hell is happening to me?!

"Roxas…I'm sorry."

What? Where had that come from?

"I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved earlier. It was rude to do that to you in your sleep, and I don't want you to think of me as some perverted ass-wipe," he said, looking down into my eyes (seriously, how tall was this dude?).

"Rude? You molested me! Without consent!" I shouted.

"Um…you can't molest people with consent, it wouldn't be molestation then," Axel pointed out with a hint of a smirk.

Fuck. "Shut up, you know what I meant!" Damn, his scent was turning my mind to mush. I needed to get out of here before I did something else stupid.

"I know, you're just cute when you're angry," he said softly, running his hand down the side of my face. I could feel the blood rise to my head and a deep crimson splash over my face.

Oh yeah. I needed to get out of here now. Gaining some sense of my control back, I smacked his hand away, hard. "I'm not fucking cute, you bastard. What the hell do you want?" I sneered. I was about to punch him in the gut too, for good measure, but he stepped back a bit, returning my personal space.

"I just wanted to meet you. My name is Axel Lynch." He stuck his hand out like he wanted me to shake it. Wait, he did want me to shake. Damn him and his hypnotizing aroma.

"…Roxas Stryker," I responed. I gingerly stuck out my hand and placed it in his. Wow, they were huge. And so fucking warm, what is he, a heater? And they feel a little calloused, I wonder what he does. He's got a strong grip too, he must work out or something. Wonder how his abs look-

Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait. What. The. Hell am I thinking?! This situation just went to level c dangerous. Time to get the hell up out if here.

I snatched my hand away. "Gotta go now, bye." Before he could even answer I ducked past him and darted down the steps. I didn't stop until I had reached the other side entrance of the school. Busting through, I made my way through the empty halls to the dean's office. I should've just went there in the first.

"Yo, Rox," came a voice from the couch inside when I entered. I turned to see who it was.

"What did you do now, Yuffie?" I sighed. She was lounging with her feet up flippantly reading a magazine.

"Could ask you the same thing, mister. I'm on a study break."

"Reading a mag on cosmos and steam-punk is not studying," I commented. She picked her legs up for me to sit, then put them back down on my lap.

"That's what you think," she smirked, waggling her eyebrows.

The dean came out of his back office to the front where we were hanging out. "What, there's another one? This ain't a dang hang-out spot Yuffie, stop inviting people. And you're not even in trouble for once, so I don't understand why you're here anyway!"

"Oh come on, Jim. You know you enjoy my company." She batted her eyelashes over the top of her magazine.

He promptly ignored her and glared toward me. He was always glaring. "And what about you?"

"Ms. Harrison sent me out for disorderly conduct," I said flatly.

"What, she's PMS'ing again? Does this woman ever get off her period?" Yuffie scoffed.

"Her menstrual cycle is none of my concern, and I definitely prefer we didn't even bring it up." He shuddered at the thought. "She really does need to get her panties out of a bunch, I'm tired of her sending you snot-nosed brats to my office over any crap."

"She defs needs to chill out," Yuffie said not looking up from her magazine.

"Anyway, just stay there for the rest of the period. When that bell rings I don't wanna see either of your mugs in my office, ya hear?" he said pointing at us.

"Roger," I responded.

"You won't see me for the rest of the day!" Yuffie saluted.

"I don't wanna see you for the rest of next week. Just stay out of trouble for once!"

"But Jim, trouble's my middle name, I can't help it!"

"No it ain't," he snickered.

"How do you know?"

He held up a stack of papers that looked like the school roster and smirked.

"No fair! That's cheating!" She screeched, sitting up now. She tossed her magazine at him but he quickly retreated to his office, leaving the book to hit the closed door and slide down to the floor.

"So bud, what made Harrison go off on you? You and your brother are usually the perfect little angels in disguise."

I sighed, remembering the cause of all this trouble. He was turning his life into one great big annoyance. "Thank god it's Friday," was all I said.

"Damn straight." Unlike my brother, Yuffie was much easier to change the subject with. But now my mind was back on Mr. Tall and Red, causing me to space out until the bell rung.

"See ya Jim!" Yuffie called, collecting her stuff.

"Out," he grunted through the door. Yuffie chuckled and hooked her arm through mine as we exited.

"So? What's on the agenda today?" she asked.

"Well, after lunch, I'm leaving. I really can't stay in this place any longer today. So I was thinking we head downtown and hang out, maybe stop by the atrium and chill."

"Sounds like a plan. Now I've got a way to get out of French group work today," she said, smiling evilly.

"You're terrible."

"Says the guy who got sent to the dean today."

"Says the girl who gets sent to the dean every day."

"Hey, I wasn't sent there today!"

"Yet you decided to go anyway. The action must be instilled in your internal system," I joked.

"Ugh, you are so not cute," Yuffie scoffed. She ruffled my hair and went off to her next class down the crowded hallway. I scrunched my eyebrows trying to fix my hair. I already know I'm not cute. Sora's the cute one.

"I know, you're just cute when you're angry."

My heart started to beat faster again, and I stopped before entering my class. No way was I walking in with a face as red as a tomato. Get your shit together, Rox. Come on! Yet, I couldn't help but to smile at the thought that someone thought of me as "cute". Even if he was a psycho