Warning: Stupid.

Disclaimer: I called up Square and asked if I could have the rights to these characters, and they said they'd send 'em to me the day after tomorrow.
...Should be here any day now.

A/N: Sorry for the double... triple(?) post. FF wouldn't let me fix some things so I had to re-upload completely.
Sorry for the wait, and sorry for the itty-bitty length of this chapter. I just couldn't think of a way to make it longer.
Thanks so much for reading, folks. Happy Turkey Day!


Lose It.luuuurv~

Chapter 7: The sounds of

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"You know, Roxas…" Lunch-time again. Same as every-day, only emptier. Winter was wiggling its way under everyone's fingernails and there was no hesitation to dressing in layers—that being noted especially towards Axel. He looked like some kind of skinny marshmallow that had imploded or something.
But like I said—empty; Axel had waddled off in his coat-extravaganza to finish a project with Larxene and Demyx; Zexion had followed because apparently he needed a book from the library.
So it was just me.
Me and Sora.

All alone at lunch with no one to occupy us but ourselves and the other.

Not that it was really a terrible thing, but… Well.

Sora talks a lot.

Huge emphasis on the 'lot.'

"What, Sora?"

I didn't like where he was going with this. He'd been quiet all through the never-ending lunch line up until now and his voice sounded undoubtedly guile—sly; like he was planning some crazy ninja Sora attack on me… again. Don't ask.

"Well…" I grabbed a tray, glancing back at him to see that he was deep in thought, trying to find the right words to say. For such a naïve kid, he sure did put a lot of thought into things. It was sweet, really. "Do you remember my birthday party a couple months back?"

"Sora, that was like… A month ago."

"I know." He frowned at my remark. "That's what I said."

"No." I stated justly, grabbing a cup of fries and some… cheese thing. "You said a couple months ago. There's a difference."

Sora huffed in frustration, snatching his own tray and what looked like a burger—I wasn't really sure. "Well, you get what I mean." He finished with his pouting in record time and slid along the line to pay with me. "But like I said: birthday party."

"What about it?"

"I've…" He paused in thought again and I sighed, showing the lunch-lady my school ID, handing her my money and shuffling off, Sora in high trail behind. "IheardyouandAxelthatnight."

Whatever he'd just said, I'd completely missed it. Not only had I been distracted by a peculiar snowflake falling outside the window, but the jumble of words he'd supposedly spoken was hardly what I'd call English. "Say again?"

"I…" He sighed, setting down his tray. "I've wondered whether to tell you this or not- or maybe to tell Axel instead. I just don't want either of you to kill me."

Oh geez. "Sora, what are you getting at?"

"I heard you and Axel that night."

"…...Define 'heard'."

"Uhmm…" Sora sat down at a table, avoiding my gaze of doom and making a funny face. "Lots of… Moaning and…" He waved his hands animatedly at the word 'moaning' and my stomach just about upchucked the fries I hadn't even eaten yet. "Well… yanno…" He hung his head, picking at his burger.

I squirmed a little in my seat across from him, face burning and fries looking less tasty than they had earlier. But I took it calmly- better than I would have if I wasn't so close with Sora. "Who else have you told?"

Sora looked up, big eyes bigger and wider. "No one! Not a soul, I swear!" He rushed out, shaking his head rapidly.

"Well then why are you telling me?"

Sora made another face, gnawing the corner of his lip and looking at his burger. "Well…" He looked up and smiled a little. "I thought about using it as black mail against you, but I figured you would tell Axel and he would probably castrate me… So I just thought I'd tell you just so you know that someone heard you two. Plus, it was bugging me if you knew if any of us were awake or not, yanno?"

In truth, I'd completely forgotten about me and Axel's little trampoline adventure. It's not that I wanted to forget it, it's just that it wasn't a huge significance in my life (should it be?) and I let it slip from my memory without care.

…But now that I was remembering, it sort of answered why Axel has been looking at me a little differently since then. And he's always finding some excuse to just… touch me. Not in a creepy-Axel way, but just… to shove me, or ruffle my hair, or scoop me up in his arms and swing me around like an idiot.

I hadn't known what inspired him to do such un-Axel 'lovey-dovey-ish' things up until now. …And it's bombed my stomach.

"Roxas?"

"Huh? What?"

"Did you just drool on purpose?"

"….What?"

"Drool. You just sort of froze and then you started drooling a little. Like, you were brain dead or something." He paused, than let a big Cheshire cat grin spread across his face. "Or were you just thinking about Axel~?"

I stabbed his pleasant little face with glares before wiping the drool from my mouth. It's a curse, really. When I get lost in thought, my mouth tends to open and I forget to swallow… But that's irrelevant.

"No, Sora. I was not thinking about Axel."

Sora shrugged amiably, biting into his burger. "He likes you, you know?" Bits of food flew out of his mouth—a habit I'm assuming he learned from Axel—as he spoke.

I shook my head, nibbling on a fry. "Yes, Sora, I know."

"Don't you like him, too?"

Kinda…

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"No, you little shit! Ug! Just give me the glue, you're getting it everywhere!"

"Shhh!"

"Shh, yourself!" Larxene hissed at the librarian, snatching the glue away from Demyx before he could sabotage any other poor helpless inanimate object. "Axel, are you just going to sit there, or what? 'Cause I am not doing all this by myself!"

Axel barely managed a shrug in his many layers, looking out the library window and trying not to think about the itch on his thigh under the 20 pairs of pants he'd put on today. He smirked when Larxene growled a small 'jackass' and sloppily glued another paper to their poster.

"Demyx, I swear to the gods, if you spill any of that water on this poster, so help me, I will staple your tongue to your insides."

Demyx made a curious face. "How can you even—" He stopped talking when the angst-y blonde girl before him reached for the stapler beside her.

"What do you think Roxas is doing right now?" Axel asked blankly to no one in particular.

"Who cares?" Larxene sneered, labeling one of the pictures on the poster. "Why don't you just go see for yourself? It's not like you're doing anything, anyway!"

Axel smirked, drawing aimlessly with his finger on the fog on the window. "Nah, I don't trust you. Either you'll kill Demyx, or you'll deny my helping with the project…" His green eyes followed a snowflake falling outside the window and if he hadn't hated it for being a part of the cold, cold winter, he would have smiled.

"Help? HELP?!" Larxene stood up, cheeks a slight red. "You haven't done crap!" She mocked the librarian carelessly when she received another 'Shh!'

"Yes I have!" Axel defended emotionlessly. He turned to face his friend's bright green eyes. "I've provided you inspiration with my godly-ness to get your fat ass to work!"

Larxene's face went blank, but she didn't reply. Because the only way of replying to that that was currently going through her mind was with her fist, but she was already in deep enough with the Principle, so she bit her cheek and turned away to finish the project.

Axel winked back at Demyx and he smiled smally, scooting across the library table next to Axel by the window sill.

"I think it's cute…" He stated loudly enough for Larxene to hear.

Axel glanced at him questioningly, long fingers still doodling with the frost on the window.

"You and Roxas." Demyx beamed sweetly, swinging his legs gaily. Larxene groaned, but Demyx dismissed it. "He's such a big ball of angst, yanno? Kind of like you used to be, Axel."

The red haired boy smirked, trying to scratch the unreachable itch on his thigh.

"He's still a big ball of flaming angry shit…" Larxene mumbled, scribbling something on the poster. Demyx chuckled, glancing at his friends cutely.

"Yeah, that's true, but-!" Demyx looked up at the pictures on the library walls, cheeks warming up when Zexion crossed his mind. "He's a big ball of flaming angry shit in love."

Axel froze, casting a freaked glance at Larxene, who was snickering at Demyx's remark. "Love?" Axel hissed incredulously. "Who said this was love?" He tried not to wrap his mind around the thought of loving Roxas, because he knew if he did, the thought would tie itself in a big knot around his brain and never go away. "Sure, I think the kids cute and all, but… Love?"

Demyx made a face, his wandering eyes finding their prey at the back of the library, bent over to pick up a book. He resisted licking his lips, and instead returned his gaze back to Axel. "I see the way you look at him." He paused, smirking. "Not to mention, we all heard that night at Sora's. What other sounds could those be than the moans of luuurv~?"

"…You're cutting to conclusions you can't even justify!" Axel ran a hand nervously through his hair, batting away the 'L-word' from his thoughts.

'You don't love, Axel. People like you don't love.'

"Wow, Axel, two big words in one sentence! And it even makes sense!" Larxene cackled, cutting out some paper.

Axel grimaced, scooting off his seat on the sill and inching away from Demyx. "You're too mushy, man. You're starting to mess up my trains-of-thoughts." The red-head shook his head, shaking away that stupid word and that stupid Roxas. "Douchebag."

"Will you kids be quiet!" An agitated librarian shuffled her way over, her glares mostly on Axel and Larxene.

Larxene dismissed the old woman's existence and returned to the nearly finished project. Axel scoffed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and sagging off tensely.

'Roxas, Roxas, Roxas… What am I going to do with you?'

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