A/N: Heey all! Finally--The Chapter 8 update! Believe me, I've had this chapter written since forever but it took me forever to finally re-retrieve it because I had quickly typed it out at my school's computer lab--and never had it uploaded. Anyways, read on! Update: It's been edited now. It doesn't look so bad LOL


Chapter 8

Roxas walked through the halls, taking in the students loitering around their lockers. He found it surprising how quickly the storm moved over the city and as his eyes passed over the students faces, he could tell they were as shocked as he was. IT wasn't very often that a storm clouded over Destiny Island's city.

Roxas rounded the last corner, bringing his gaze up off the floor and setting his eyes on the double glass doors that led into the school's large library. He'd only been in the library once and it had only been a research block in his class, yet he remembered a section amongst the rows of shelves where he had found some interesting novels he wanted to read.

He waved a quick greeting to the librarian, who didn't notice the wave, and walked to the end of the library.

It was no wonder why the school was so big―the library must have taken up half the area of the building. Each shelf was stocked with leather-bound books, all varying in different sizes. Roxas still remembered his old school's library; it didn't even compare to this library.

He reached the end of the library and turned down the aisle he wanted to look at only to stop abruptly and stare at the two boys who held each other, their foreheads touching and their lips moving in an intense conversation. The boys' lips were soon locked in a passionate kiss.

Axel?

Roxas continued to stare, his body unable to move. Their cheeks were a light shade of pink, their shirts wrinkled and hiking up their bodies. Roxas finally looked away, only to feel suddenly exposed and under someone's penetrating gaze. Darin himself, Roxas glanced at the boys and saw both of them staring at him. Axel sported a shocked, hurt and guilty expression and Marluxia's spiteful glare was clear beneath his slitted eyes. The images of them kissing arose in Roxas' mind, and he turned and ran out of the library, blushing deeply in heavy embarrassment.

He had known something was going on between Axel and Marluxia but Roxas had no idea they were … intimate. A lump began to form in his tense throat as the blond slowed his pace, tears daring to break. Roxas shouldn't have expected much from Axel, but the hurt and regret still crossed Roxas' mind, throwing the blond into a confused and angry state as he made his way through a bleak maze.

A sharp, piercing metallic sound rattled Roxas' eardrums, and he slowly realized that the bell had rung. He numbly walked to his locker and arrived after what seemed like hours. He grabbed his books, the lump becoming larger and larger. In the distance, he could hear his name being called but Roxas hadn't registered that he was being pursued by Axel.

He felt a tug on his shirt, and Roxas was spun around to meet two jade green eyes that probed through Roxas' wall of emotion. The blond looked away, fearing the tears to arise again.

"Roxas, listen―"

Roxas brushed the red-head off, lowering his gaze to avoid Axel's. "Don't touch me," the blond said quietly, yet his tone was full of stubbornness that pierced through Axel's heart.

"Roxas, what you saw in the library was nothing…"

"Sure didn't look like nothing to me." The blond crossed his arms, his books pressed tightly to his chest.

"You can be stubborn all you want, but I just want you to know―"

"That you're crazy about me? That you're crushed because I saw you making out with Marluxia? Yeah, well, I don't really care about you anymore, Axel. You can go back to Marluxia."

"But I don't want to―"

The last minute bell sounded off and Axel groaned loudly. Roxas turned on his heel and headed to his last class, hoping it would kelp to keep his mind off of his shattered heart.


Marluxia resented Axel. He hated him, in fact. Twice he ditched him; twice his heart broke into a million little pieces. Why then had Marluxia's heart rebuilt itself and fall head over heels for Axel with a stronger, burning desire? Why did Roxas keep getting in the way of things? He hated the runt more than Axel, though Axel was an exception.

Flipping his cell phone open, Marluxia pounded in a number and brought the phone to his ear, exhaling in mild frustration.

"Vexen."

"Hey, Vex, it's Marluxia."

"Hi Lux. What can I do for you?"

"You still mess with potions and shit, right?"

"I experiment, and yes, I do still experiment. Why?"

"Got anything lethal I can have?"

There was a pause. "What kind of lethal?"

"Something that'll kill quickly and painlessly."

"Oh?"

"Just come up with something that'll kill even the nastiest rat in your lab."

Vexen sighed, annoyed at Marluxia's impatience. "I think I've got something that'll work. I'll have to test it out and see if it's still fresh."

"I need anything, liquid preferably. Even something in a powder form will do."

"What are you planning to do with it, Marluxia?"

"Oh… Nothing important."

"Seriously."

Marluxia hurriedly thought on his feet. "I need it for my Chemistry class. It's kind of hard to explain."

Vexen exhaled into the phone. "When do you need it?"

"At least be Saturday so I can write a lab on it over the weekend."

There was another pause, the phone becoming uncomfortably quiet.

"You there still?" Marluxia asked, his tone even more impatient.

"I can trust you not to do anything stupid with it, can I?"

"Yes. You have my word." A malicious grin appeared on Marluxia's face.

"Fine. I'll give it to you at your place no later than Sunday afternoon."

"Okay. Thanks, Vex."

"Yup."

There was a click as the call was disconnected and Marluxia breathed with ease. Knowing Vexen, Marluxia would receive just the right solution. Hopefully it would be him to screw over everything.

Axel's conversation came back to the pink-haired boy's mind.

So, Marluxia, I have one question for you.

Fire away.

Would you ever kill anybody to get me?

Yes.

The dark grin began to widen on Marluxia's lips as he continued to walk home, his mind racing. His own thoughts even scared him sometimes.