A/N: Hello all. This chapter was much easier to write than the last two. I like it =) Though it's a little all over the place. Also, I don't know if anyone noticed, and maybe it's a bit late to point it out, but in chapter 7, I Think He Likes BDSM, I made an MLP:FIM reference. 10 points if anyone realized that Tifa says 'anypony' instead of 'anybody' when she's yelling at Roxas about dripping on the floor xD
And on that note, thanks everyone for reviewing! Most of the reviews have been very supportive and kind! I really appreciate it!
Please enjoy this chapter!
Not long after the twins' parents left, Roxas and Axel wanted to leave. Demyx and Sora were completely content with chumming it up with their swim friends, but Roxas and Axel were totally bored and there wasn't much to do at a barbeque that had died the moment the coach began his speech. The two did little to entertain themselves, busying their time with complaining and whining and begging to leave.
Finally, Demyx and Sora had had enough of their lousy attitudes and agreed to leave. Sora started crying crocodile tears when Axel took shotgun, despite the brunet having called dibs on it earlier that day. Axel looked a little surprised at the display, and his thoughts were clearly guilty. He let the whiny Strife boy have his precious front-seat position.
Axel's brain bargained for the fact that the backseat was better because then he got to sit in close quarters to Roxas.
The ride home was mostly silent with only the stereo playing a popular song that Roxas didn't particularly care for. It was alright to dance to, but a little out of place during a tense car ride.
"Hey, you guys live in Zexy's area!" Demyx exclaimed as they got closer to the Strife household.
"We're next-door neighbors," both Sora and Roxas said simultaneously. They did this often when people asked them questions they both knew the answer to, so it was nothing new to them. It wasn't as commonplace for Demyx or Axel, however.
"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" Demyx gasped.
"Yeah, you guys are like, legit twins! You guys must have that connection, right? I mean, usually it's only for identical twins, but you two shared a fucking womb for Christ's sake, so there must be something special there!" Axel put in.
Both Sora and Roxas grumbled in irritation. People always said that when they talked in unison. They should've been more used to that by now, but it still bothered them every time. Perhaps it was because they wished that they did have that connection.
"No, we do not," Roxas replied.
"We just say the same thing sometimes," Sora elaborated.
Through all the times this had happened, they'd grown rather used to breaking their speech patterns from each other. It would be equally as annoying if they continued to say the same things as each other, so they generally tried to avoid saying simple phrases to defend themselves in case they chose the same one.
"Well, whatever. Let's go visit Zexy since you guys are neighbors!" Demyx excitedly suggested, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
"Fuck yeah!" Axel agreed.
The door opened a little faster than normal, so Roxas knew that Zexion was a bit upset. The bookworm stood in the doorway with a scowl on his face. "Can I help—oh, it's you guys. What do you want?" he demanded.
Axel, Demyx, and Roxas stood there in a line, having to squish together a bit so that they all fit on the doorstep. They were looking at Zexion with pleasant expressions on their faces, like they'd just done something naughty and gotten away with it. That was the truth of the matter, anyway. Sora had just decided to go home. He wasn't really friends with Zexion anyway, and wanted to get far away from Axel.
"We just dropped in to say hello!" Demyx replied cheerfully.
Axel pushed his way into Zexion's house, despite the shorter teen's fighting to keep him from entering his home. "We're gonna hang out here for a bit, okay, cutie?" the redhead informed him.
Demyx followed close behind Axel. He gave Zexion a sweet smile. "Don't worry, Zexy, it'll be fun!"
Zexion watched the dirty blond enter his house and then turned to glare at Roxas. "Why the hell are they here?" he demanded, blaming Roxas for their presence.
Roxas shrugged sheepishly. "I'm sorry, but it's not really my fault! I had to go to the swim team's barbeque, and my parents decided to leave without us, so Demyx drove us home and then they just decided to visit since we're neighbors and all."
The blue-haired boy gave an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I suppose that isn't you're fault… I was right in the middle of something, but I suppose it can wait. Come in, Roxas. I might as well try to put up with this until they decide to leave."
Roxas smiled gratefully at Zexion for forgiving him, and entered his friend's house. He and his companion found Axel and Demyx sprawled out on the couch and armchair in the living room. They immediately stopped talking when the two friends entered.
"Hey, Zexy, can we watch a movie or something? Please!" Demyx requested excitedly from his place on the armchair. He gave Zexion his best puppy-dog eyes and made his lower lip tremble dangerously.
On the inside, Roxas swooned at Demyx's display, but on the outside, he acted like he didn't care, and went over to sit on top of Axel, who was spread about the entire couch on his back. He made sure to plop himself roughly on Axel's stomach, making him weakly cry out in pain.
Zexion heaved another sigh and his head tilted to one side with fatigue. "Fine, fine, whatever. Feel free to choose a movie from my collection." He went to go sit on the armchair on the opposite side of the room as the one Demyx was in.
"Fuck yeah!" Demyx cheered as he dove for the TV set, opening the glass cabinets to reveal Zexion's DVD's. He rifled through the movies as Zexion watched with bated breath, hoping the dirty blond didn't break anything or rearrange the DVD's too much. He put a lot of time into alphabetizing his collection.
Axel begged Roxas to get up, but the blond was more interested in making the redhead suffer under his minimal weight. It wasn't like he was crushing his ribs or anything. As long as nothing cracked too badly, Roxas was quite alright with torturing the poor older boy. He didn't feel that way when Axel began to tickle his ribs.
Roxas slapped at Axel's hands, but it wasn't long for the redhead to overtake Roxas and pin him to the couch with tickles. Sora would've killed them both if he had been there, but seeing as he wasn't, Roxas took it into his own hands to kill Axel. He swung a blind fist and was surprised when it connected with Axel's nose and he fell backwards against the armrest with a pained yelp.
"You deserved that!" Roxas said with a cackle.
The injured redhead pouted and held his nose in his hands. Then he got a serious look on his face. "Fuck, I think I'm bleeding." He removed one of the hands from his nose and found that, yes, it was definitely bleeding. "Zexy, can I have some tissues or something?" he asked in as pathetic voice as possible.
Once again, Zexion sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes. Follow me, and try not to bleed on the carpet."
"Wait, Zexy!" Demyx called to the teen. "I don't want to see any of your movies! I mean, you're cool and all, but I'm not interested in Gattaca or Memoirs of an Invisible Man. Don't you have any good movies?" he wondered.
"Gattaca happens to be one of my favorite movies! It's a classic take on genetic engineering and modification!" Zexion roared. "If you don't like my movies, then don't watch them!" He turned tail and stomped off to the downstairs bathroom with Axel following slowly behind him, clutching at his nose.
"Hey, Dem, if you don't like these, I can go get a DVD from my house. My family's collection is less science-fiction and more action and comedy-type stuff," Roxas offered.
"Yeah, do it!" Demyx demanded. "Go, go, go! You do that, and I'll raid Zexion's kitchen for some popcorn or chips or something!"
Roxas shrugged. Zexion really wouldn't like Demyx going through his things, but he figured that the dirty blond would do it anyway. He wasn't rebellious, it was more like he didn't see the need to follow a list of rules when he wasn't harming anyone. Roxas liked that about Demyx. He had initiative and wasn't afraid to make mistakes or to make others angry.
About five minutes later, the group of boys reconvened in Zexion's living room. Axel was slumped over in the couch, his nose now clear of blood, Demyx was relaxing in the same armchair he'd sat in before everyone had left with a bowl of popcorn in his lap, and Zexion and Roxas were working on getting the DVD player to work because the damn thing refused to read the disc.
"Why did you bring Slumdog Millionaire? Don't you have any action movies like Die Hard or anything that won't make us feel like we're going on an emotional journey together?" Axel complained.
Roxas glared over his shoulder at the redhead. "Most of our DVD's are still packed up in a box somewhere, but I don't know where they are. This was the only one I could find because it was still in the DVD player. And anyway, it's not that bad!"
"Yeah! It's a really good movie, Ax!" Demyx sided with the blond. "It's really cool how it all just works out! Plus, the love story is so cute! We can share this moment together as bros!"
"Dem, why have you seen this before?" Axel wondered, sounding confused. "At least with Roxas, he can blame it on Sora forcing him to. Nami would never force you to do anything."
"I went and saw it with Naminé, of course! Nothing like bonding with your adorable baby sister!" he giggled. "Besides, I wanted to see it anyway. I asked you to see it with me, remember? But Naminé wanted to go, too, so we just went together. It's a good movie, I promise!"
Axel rolled his eyes. "Whatever, it's better than all Zexion's science-y movies." He grabbed a pillow from the couch and began hugging it tightly against himself.
"Okay, there we go. Finally," Roxas grumbled as the DVD player finally decided to cooperate. He returned to the couch to sit on the opposite side as Axel, drawing his knees up onto it so that he was slouched against the armrest.
Zexion went back to his armchair and worked the remote, setting up the movie.
By the end of the movie, Demyx was tearing up and trying to keep himself from crying. Zexion was munching on some chips he'd gotten during the movie, uncaring to both the end of the movie and to Demyx's pathetic display of sensitivity. Roxas was still slumped against the couch's armrest, but his legs were properly on the floor because Axel had fallen asleep during the movie and decided that Roxas' lap was the perfect pillow for him to use.
Roxas didn't mind Axel being there. In fact, Axel was inhumanly warm, which made him like a cozy blanket for the blond to use. It was also amusing because Axel talked in his sleep. He kept murmuring about Zexion being his baby sister, or something like that. It was very unclear, but still amusing nonetheless.
"Aw, Dem, it'll be okay!" Roxas assured him. He hatched a brilliant idea. "Come here, I'll hold you and you can tell me all about how the movie was so beautiful and sad." He shoved his redheaded blanket onto the floor and patted the seat next to him as an invitation for Demyx.
Demyx sniffled and nodded, stepping over the now-stirring Axel. He sat down and buried his face into the crook of Roxas' neck. "It was just so lovely! Why is it so beautiful, Rox, why?" he sobbed. He continued to ramble incoherently about Slumdog Millionaire and Roxas continued to comfort him.
Zexion got up to turn the movie off, placing his bag of chips on the counter. It appeared that he didn't want to see the spectacle going on behind him, which was understandable.
Axel finally groggily sat up from the floor and rubbed his head. "Ugh, I have this horrible headache… How did I end up on the floor?" he wondered with a yawn. His demeanor shifted into a tenser, angry one when he turned around and saw Demyx going to Roxas for comfort for the second time that day.
"I pushed you off the couch, of course. I had to make room for Demyx, after all. Isn't that right, Dem Dem?" Roxas cooed to the dirty blond. He rubbed the older boy's back comfortingly.
The redhead stood up and sat down on the other side of Demyx, grumbling to himself. "Demyx, it's already almost one. We should go. Don't you have to drop Nami off somewhere?" he wondered.
Demyx immediately pulled away from Roxas and started heading for the door. "Shit! You're right! Come on, Ax, let's go! We'll see you guys later!" he called back to Zexion and Roxas.
"Au revoir, mes enfants ennuyeux! (Goodbye my boring children!)" Axel said with a grin, following after Demyx.
Roxas widened his eyes at Axel's sudden use of French. The blond had been studying it for a couple of years now and realized what Axel had said after a moment, being that it was a fairly simple phrase. He then scowled, and shouted back after a moment of thought, "Nous ne sommes pas ennuyeux! (We're not boring!)"
Axel stopped for a second and glanced over at the blond with a grin on his face. "Ah, parles-tu français? Quelle chouette! (Oh, you speak French? How cool!)"
Axel's grin spread to Roxas' face. He never thought high school French would ever come in handy, but apparently it was something he and Axel had in common. That was something to Roxas, but the blond wasn't quite sure what yet. It felt a little warm, though. "Mais, nous ne sommes pas les amis. Alors vous devez utiliser 'vous.' (But we're not friends, so you have to use 'you' (formal).)"
"Fuck that!" Axel said with a laugh. "We're gonna be besties, just you wait, Roxas Strife. It will happen! Peace!" With that, he hurried out the door, slamming it a little harder than he needed to.
The grin on Roxas' face transformed into a smile. He decided then that he didn't mind the idea of being best friends with Axel. Actually, it sounded like it would be really fun. Axel was really cool.
Zexion placing the DVD on the table in a loud manner broke Roxas out of his thoughts. "Fantasizing about Axel, I see," Zexion said with a grin. 'Better Axel than Demyx.'
"No, I just think he's funny sometimes. Most of the time he's irritating, though. He's been driving me up a wall all day, I swear," Roxas replied with a scoff. Of course, he was referring to Axel's temper.
"So you speak French?" the shorter teen wondered.
"Mhmm, I take it in school. What language are you taking?"
"German."
"Strangely, that really suits you for some reason," Roxas said. "Anyway, are you sick of me now? Or do you wanna hang out some more?"
Zexion smiled at his blond friend. "You can stay. Actually, would you like to see what I was in the middle of before the three of you arrived? I don't mind showing you, but Axel and Demyx… they are another matter entirely."
"Sure, as long as I don't get turned into a vampire or something," Roxas replied with a grin.
The bookworm led Roxas up to the second floor into the room that would have been Tifa's office in his own house. In Zexion's house, it was like a library mixed with a laboratory. There were bookcases filled with many different tomes of dull colors. In the middle of the room, however, there were two rectangular tables pushed together to make one square-shaped surface. There was a light microscope, papers, notebooks, folders, a few books, and several cages of mice on top of the tables.
"Whoa, Zexion, are you some sort of mad scientist?" Roxas asked once he had looked around the room a bit. He went over to where Zexion was, looking at the mice.
"Something like that, I suppose. I'm just doing research on mice. Nothing too crazy." Zexion stated. His tone was flat, and he looked a little nervous to Roxas. It looked like he was hiding something, but his forehead wasn't very helpful. 'Roxas will never talk to me again, I know it.'
"So why were you so angry when we got here?" Roxas was curious as to what Zexion was hiding, but he wasn't going to ask him directly. Plus, it was very interesting to Roxas. He'd never met anyone who liked to conduct actual scientific experiments.
"I was in the middle of a pivotal discovery when the three of you waltzed in here unannounced. I really wanted to get back to it, but there was no possible way with Axel and Demyx here. They would probably want to play with the mice," Zexion explained.
"Soo… What exactly are you studying?" Roxas wondered. He really did want Zexion to tell him about all the mystery. Plus, he had a sinking feeling that this had something to do with the power he suspected Zexion possessed.
The bookworm didn't respond immediately. He set about organizing the table's contents fairly slowly. Roxas didn't say anything, and finally, Zexion looked up at him and met his gaze. "Look, I don't know if you'll believe me… And I don't want you to think I'm crazy. I want you to promise that your feelings towards me won't change, but… that is a childish thing to request."
Roxas smiled. It looked like he was going to tell him after all. "Zexion, even if it is childish, I promise not to change the way I think of you. I know what it's like having to hide something people might think you're crazy for. Everyone has something like that to hide."
Zexion sighed. "But not like this… I suppose I will just come right out and say it; I have a special ability that I call 'power augmentation.' That means I can enhance or weaken the powers of others… I'm not sure how I got this ability, but I have had it as far back as my memory can recall. I've been doing testing on these mice to study this ability. This would be the appropriate time for you to leave and never talk to me again."
To be honest, Roxas had never even heard of such a power, even in comics or cartoons, but it sounded badass. "Holy fuck, that's awesome Zexion!" he gushed. He felt his cheeks flush out of pure over-excitement. Before he could even stop himself, he rambled on, "I knew you had some sort of special ability! Still, I had no idea what it could be!"
"You mean, you're not… weirded out by it?" Zexion asked, completely in shock.
"Hell no! I mean, I can basically read minds myself, so it's not exactly a surprise to me." Roxas quickly realized that he'd just spilled his biggest secret. It was a bigger secret even than being gay. His face immediately paled. "Um, I didn't say anything just now." On the inside, Roxas was cussing at himself, putting himself down, saying the most horrid things to himself he could. It was easy to prey on his insecurities; they were his own, after all. Even unrelated things came spilling from his mind to insult him, like how his mother would never love him or how everyone preferred Sora over him.
Hysteria quickly entered Roxas, and whatever Zexion was saying, he couldn't hear it. He was in such a panic that everything was blurring rapidly around him and he could only hear a deafening of rush air, like one might hear while sky-diving, or even with your head sticking out of the window of a moving car, only amplified by at least three times. He tried to take a definitive step forward to clear his head, but then Roxas' vision was filled with blackness and sporadic flashes of light breaking through, making him dizzy and nauseous. The sound of the wind increased, and he was vaguely aware of the sound of his body thumping against the floor.
When Roxas opened his eyes, he saw slate eyes that looked very familiar. There was deep concern within the eyes. A face began to attach itself to the eyes, and that made them all the more familiar. It was a cute face, but there was a thick scar on one of the eyelids. Hair began to flow down from the head in a pasty blue color, hanging off of the form.
After a few blinks, everything was real again, and Roxas realized that Zexion kept repeating his name. "Huh?" he replied incoherently. He tried to sit up as the sound filtered back into his ears, as if water had been impeding the sound from entering, but was now oozing out. He didn't like that feeling, and it prevented him from sitting up.
"Roxas, are you alright?" Zexion sounded panicked.
Roxas, still not in a very clear frame of mind, said, "You know, Zexion, you're really cute. I sort of feel like I want to kiss you." The blond furrowed his brows together. He looked Zexion dead in the eyes and asked, "Is that allowed?"
Zexion's entire face burst into a deep, red color that was very uncharacteristic of him. Usually he just turned pink in the cheeks a little bit. This time, his blush reached his ears. "Um…" he trailed off. He had no idea what to say as a response.
Finally, Roxas' sense began to return and he groaned. "Fuck, what did I just say? I don't even…" he brought a hand to his face and frowned. "What the hell happened? Where am I again?"
The blue-haired boy didn't respond. Instead, he hid is face in his hands. "I'm not cute. Why on earth would you want to kiss me?"
While Roxas wasn't quite sure what was going on, what had happened, or where he was, he sort of didn't mind it. Seeing Zexion blush was cute as hell. Not that hell is cute, but that is beside the point! Zexion was adorable. The blond couldn't help but give a goofy chuckle. "What are you talking about? You're fucking adorable, Zexion. Anyone would love to kiss you, even me. Especially me!" Then Roxas realized that he was supposed to be straight as a board. "Not that I'm gay or anything… Boobs, heh."
Zexion didn't remove his hands from his face, which was probably his mistake, because it was SO CUTE. Ahem. "Oh, Roxas, you might as well come to school riding a unicorn made of dildos and vibrators. And besides that, I am in no way adorable, or cute, for that matter. And I would really prefer it if we switched topics!"
Realizing that Zexion honestly didn't give a rat's ass (probably because he himself was crushing on a man), Roxas decided not to try to get back into the closet. "Okay, fine, but you can't tell anyone or else I'll take a shit in your bed or something weird like that. And besides," Roxas said, copying his friend's word usage, "you're about as adorable as a group of kittens snuggling with puppies. Come here, Zexy, I'll kiss you." He reached his hands out invitingly for Zexion.
"Don't call me Zexy," he commanded, not taking his hands away from his face. "You'll make me actually want to let myself kiss you."
"So that means you want to, right? Zexy, Zexy, Zexy! Cute little Zexy! Come here, Zexy, Zexy, Zexy! Come here!" Roxas cooed in a slightly musical tone. While he knew he had a crush on Demyx, he didn't mind kissing Zexion. The bookworm was adorable, after all. And Roxas knew from experience that kissing felt really good, even if you weren't kissing someone you were necessarily sexually attracted to. Still, Zexion was a better candidate for kissing than his exes because he was actually somewhat attracted to Zexion on a physical level, even if he didn't have any romantic interest in him.
Zexion slowly removed his hands from his face, earning a few more invitations from Roxas. He put his hands on the blond's shoulders to steady himself as he leaned down (Roxas was laying down since he'd just passed out, incase you forgot). His eyes were full of longing, but his face was full of fear.
"There we go, I won't hurt you. Come, child. I will kiss you now." Roxas grinned as he raised his hands to meet Zexion's face. He cupped his companion's cheeks. There was no escape now. Roxas couldn't explain how much he liked the way Zexion's hair felt as it touched and tickled his face. When Zexion's lips finally met his, he didn't feel sparks or anything like that. But he loved the sensation just the same. It'd been a long time since he'd kissed anyone.
When they broke the kiss, Zexion hastily sat back up in the chair he was situated in. His face was all red and he was panting. "We're still just friends, right, Roxas?" he asked, looking scared. "I mean, we don't have to date now just because of a… you know…"
"Only if you tell me what happened before I woke up here. Sorry, but a deal's a deal," he said as he flipped onto his side and propped himself up in his elbow.
Zexion grinned at this, looking giddy. "Well, I showed you my base of operations and told you about my ability, power augmentation. Then you said that you weren't surprised and that you could read minds… Then you started freaking out and tripped over a chair leg and knocked yourself out."
Roxas groaned and regretted telling Zexion. He knew it wouldn't be a big deal to him, especially since he had a power of his own, but he didn't like how he'd so easily told his friend, especially after only have knowing him for about a month now. He hadn't told anyone at all in Destiny Islands and he'd lived there his entire life up until recently. "Okay, well, you can't tell anyone. Just like about me being gay."
"The same goes for you, at least as far as powers are concerned. I've never told anyone about my ability, but everyone's aware of my sexuality. All the other guys in our friend group are gay, too, in case you weren't aware. More importantly, about our abilities… I don't know what possessed me to tell you, but since it seems we've discovered that we share something so incredible in common, tell me more about your power. What does reading minds really mean? I mean, surely everyone's mind works differently. Is it like hearing thoughts? Or seeing pictures? Please, tell me all about it! I would like to study your ability as well! One second, let me get a pad of paper and a pencil."
In the time that Zexion was gone, Roxas realized that he was in the blue-haired boy's bed. He wondered how the boy had been strong enough to carry him from the other room and into the bed. But then he smacked his forehead with a 'duh' as he remembered Zexion's ability to enhance power levels. He wondered vaguely if he could increase a power level to over nine thousand. Then he called himself a nerd and spent the rest of the time waiting for Zexion in a depression of what he was doing with his life and why he was such a geek.
Zexion returned soon enough with a notebook and a pen in his hand. He sat back down on the chair and adjusted his junk a bit before leaning forward towards Roxas with intense curiosity on his face. His expression changed for a moment. "So, before we begin, I just wanted to ask… We really are still just friends, right? I mean, not that I don't… It's just that… Well I… I-I like someone else," he sputtered.
A few chuckles escaped Roxas. "It's cool. I know who you like. Mind-reading, remember? I actually usually call it truth reading, which is a term most people aren't familiar, so just call it mind-reading for now. Anyway, as for the kiss, we're friends…" Roxas saw the potential and was careful with his next sentence. "Did you like the kiss?" he asked.
Zexion's normal, pink blush returned. "Not particularly, of course. As I said, I like someone else." 'That was the best kiss I've had in a very long time.'
"Oh, really? Because I'm thinking it's the best kiss you've had in a while." Roxas raised his eyebrows at Zexion.
"Right, 'truth-reading,' I forgot." Zexion gave a small huff, as if his pride was aching. "Well, then, yes, I did like it."
"Well, then, we could be friends who… kiss often. Regularly. Sometimes…" Roxas' voice trailed off. He was giddy at the prospect of having a friend with benefits, especially a boy as cute and laidback as Zexion. This was the perfect opportunity for him to wrack up some more experience and explore his sexuality more.
"Friends who kiss… periodically?" Zexion wondered.
"You know… Friends with benefits. I scratch your back, you scratch my back-type thing. But it's more like, I S your D, you S mine. Come on, it could be fun! Think of it, wouldn't you like to dominate me? Toss me around a little? Or wouldn't you like me to dominate you and toss you around a little? I guess I'd be fine either way. We could switch off if you like." Now that Roxas had finally said it, he was excited about all the possibilities.
"Are you really asking me this, Roxas?" Zexion wondered lamely. His face was bright red again.
"Yes, now what is your answer?" The blond wondered eagerly. There was no real reason for Zexion to say no.
A/N: If you speak French legitimately or are a French person, then I'm terribly sorry if I slaughtered your language. I just really love French and will use any opportunity to practice!
It was actually my original plan to have Zexion and Roxas be friends with benefits. I was very honestly re-thinking it and planning not to put it in (especially since Roxas has a crush on Demyx), but sometimes the characters just take the story where they want it to go. It sounds more natural than forcing it the other way, in my opinion. And even if Roxas and Zexion have teh smex, it wouldn't sway their feelings for each other. Sex isn't necessarily about 'making love.' It's difficult to explain, I suppose, but I'm basically saying that any affectionate, naughty activities that may or may not occur between the two will not increase their romantic feelings towards each other.
I've had a lot of discoveries and opinion changes on sexuality. I don't think it's right than in most fan fiction, everything is so planned out and perfect. I also don't think it's right that it has to be set in stone that the main coupling of the story has to immediately fall for each other and that they can't look at other people.
Anyway, sorry for the rants and explanations in these author notes today -_-' I just have this feeling that someone is going to complain about the ZexyRoku (lol I don't even know what this pairing is called). I personally think it is a sadly over-looked pairing! Anyhoozle, I really hope you enjoyed it and AkuRoku IS ON THE WAY DO NOT FRET, CHILDREN. IN THE MEAN TIME ENJOY THIS DEMYROKU AND ZEXYROKU LOLOLOLOL. /shot
Anyway, loved it or hated it, tell me about it in a review or just alert and fave the story! Actually I just checked dA, it appears that Roxion is the actual name for this pairing xD
Kisses~!
