a/n I currently have time to write because I was at work on Saturday (I teach kids improv classes) and then I did an adult improv class (none of my coworkers are in it but a bunch of hella cool people are) and I was about to start helping with the improv dojo and I had gone to get my dad (another improv teacher and performer) and I went to find him. I took one step off our backstage (it was like six inches off the ground and has all our sound and light equipment) and I ended up falling and severely spraining my ankle.

Not gonna lie a lot of this chapter was written while listening to "Anima Libera". *dances enthusiastically and then cries because of pain*


Axel stared up at the ceiling in Saïx's room. He was laying on the other boy's bed, surrounded by a soft, dark blue comforter. His mildly wet hair wasn't in its usual spiky fashion, but instead pooled around his shoulders. He listened the his friend taking a shower in the other room while he mentally traced designs in the ceiling. He watched a pair of dancers fly across the ceiling intertwined. They began to take shape in his mind as he slowly fell more and more into his imagination world.

One of them, the slightly smaller one, was covered in bright red flame. It was possibly made of flame. It flitted back and forth across the ceiling, weaving, spinning, constantly moving in a never ending sort of graceful chaos. Its body flitted and flickered as it turned and moved, never still never stopping. Beside it was another figure, slightly blue, and glowing like the moon. It stayed close to the flickering figure, almost acting as a stabilizer. It was less spinny, more stable. It stayed close to its partner, keeping it grounded, and they got closer and closer, their faces about to touch-

"Alright, showers all yours." Saïx said, walking out the shower in a pair of pajama pants, holding his clothes from the day in his arms. He dropped them in the laundry basket and tossed a towel to Axel. "Or did you already shower?"

"I mean that probably why my hair is damp." Axel said, sticking out his tongue. He used the tile to dry his hair more and tossed it, balled up, into the laundry basket. Saïx got onto the bed and pulled up his lap top, sitting next to his friend. The redhead put his head on the blunette's shoulder and watched as he pulled up youtube, probably to find some random MMD. His thoughts began to drift back to the dancers.

He of course knew the flickery fiery one was supposed be him. What else could it be? He'd been told so many times that he resembled a flame not only with his fire but in the way he spoke and moved. There was absolutely nothing else that figure could represent. But...what about the other one? What was that one? It was blue...a familiar kind of blue, and it glowed, like the moonlight, which always reminded him of a certain someone. Was...was the other dancer Saïx? He looked at the blunette at his side, watching as the golden eyes reflected his computer screen, flickering with an unknown emotion. Yes, the other dancer was Saïx. Their faces...moving closer together...spinning closer and closer...

"Hey, you want to dance?" Axel asked. "Demyx showed me a really good song the other day and I think it would be really fun to dance to, even if we don't have the choreography." Without waiting for an answer he grabbed the laptop and typed in the name of the song, pressing on some random lyric video and standing up. He started moving his body to the music and stared at Saïx, holding out his hand. Saïx stared at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and taking the redhead's hand, joining him in the dance.

Axel grinned and they began copying each other's movements, and then Saïx took the lead, as he usually did when they danced together, and started moving them to the beat, spinning his partner. Axel couldn't help but blush as his back was pulled tight to the chest of the other, and he grinned, pulling away and smirking flirtatiously at his dancing partner, swinging his hips and spinning once or twice. He lost his balance and grabbed at Saïx in an attempt to catch himself, but ended up being swung into the arms of his partner, held up off the ground by a pair of strong arms. Green eyes and gold eyes stared into each other, both teens panting from the exertion of the dance, and, in the heat of the moment, Axel leaned up and pressed his lips against the other's.

Saïx dropped him, and Axel quickly stood up, realizing what he'd done. He covered his mouth and back away quickly, back hitting the door. He fumbled for the handle, but just as he managed to grab it, Saïx yanked his hands away and pinned them above his head with one hand. Axel struggled and looked at Saïx, filling with panic.

"Saïx I'm sorry let me go please I don't want to die!" He begged, trying to get away. His friend continued to stare it. "Saïx please I'll lea-"

He was cut off by the feeling of Saïx's lips pressing roughly against his. His eyes widened in shock before eventually closing as he mustered the sanity to kiss back. Saïx's grip loosened and Axel wrapped his arms around the blunette's neck and the other's arms wrapped around his waist. After a minute they pulled apart, in need for air, and stared at each other.

"You're...not mad?" Axel asked. Saïx shook his head and pressed his face into the redhead's neck, breathing in his scent. Axel shivered a bit at the feeling. He pulled away and stared at Saïx, biting his lip at the hungry look in the other's eyes. It was like being stared down by a wolf. A very...attractive wolf. "You want this?" He was suddenly pinned to the bed, Saïx looming over him, gold eyes glowing.

"I want this more then you will ever understand." Saïx muttered, and then smirked. "My dad doesn't know this, but I'm gay. Really, really gay. And I don't just want this. I want you." Axel's heart was pounding at this point and he grinned giddily, and gave his own flirtatiously.

"Well then, I'm waiting." He purred. Saïx gave his own dominating growl and bent down, beginning their night of fun.


"You...bastard..." Reno growled, coughing up blood from his place hanging from the ceiling by a pair of handcuffs. Rude's own dead body was slumped in the corner, having been tossed there hours ago. Seymour stalked around the redhead in a circle, sneering. "Let me go! I have a cousin to take care of!"

"Please, I say the child from your...immorality." Seymour said, looking away just slightly. He was cleaning his gun, preparing it. "And now our turks will be much more effective without your faggotry holding them down."

"We're immoral?" Reno spat incredulously. "You kidnapped us! You killed my fiancé! You took me away from a cousin who desperately needed fa-!" One of Seymour's guards kicked Reno's face, causing the turk to growl like a feral animal. Seymour put the barrel of his gun between Reno's eyes, and Reno spat blood in his face. "Go to hell!"

"I'm afraid that's where you'll be." With a bang Reno fell to the ground, dead. Seymour cleaned the blood off himself as one of his guards walked up.

"What now sir?"

"Hm..." Seymour had to think for a moment. "I think I'll pay my son a visit."


DUH DUH DUUUUUH... Cliffhangers bros... Wow, story is about three chapters from being over.