As soon as I stepped off the train, I was lost.

I didn't see anything familiar, and Aerith was swept away by the crowd in mere seconds. I was lost, surrounded, and in a completely different world from what I was used to. Naturally, I panicked and started running.

They found him curled up behind a trash can, hyperventilating. Roxas looked up into an amber eye and backed away-that color was not normal. The eye-patch and scar running down his cheek did not help make him look harmless, either.

The man's hand wrapped around his wrist and Roxas screamed bloody murder, whipping off his shoe and beating the man's hand with it. The man cussed and pulled his hand away, cradling it in a way that reminded Roxas of Demyx.

"God, kid, they didn't tell me you were rabid," the guy said, scowling. Roxas flinched. The man smiled and held out a hand. "C'mon, they're just over there, we've been looking for you, short-stack."

Roxas growled lightly. He did not just call him short. He chucked his shoe at the taller man's head, but he dodged it and his shoe went flying to hit someone else in the back of the head, causing a familiar yelp.

"Is that? Yeah, that's Roxas's shoe. Xiggy musta found him," Axel said, picking up the shoe that'd just flew into the back of his head. He glanced around and spotted Xigbar cornering something by the trashcan. He sauntered over and pulled the skunk-haired man away. "Down boy," he said, and pulled Roxas into a hug. "What the fuck were you doing, Rox? I thought someone snatched them a Blondie," he said, ignoring Roxas' flailing arms and garbled protests.

Roxas shoved the red-head away, glaring at the floor. "I can defend myself," he said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I'll say," the man from earlier said. "That goddamn shoe broke skin," he said, showing Axel his hand, which had two small holes in it.

Axel flipped over the shoe he'd been holding. Two nails stuck through the sole, just enough to hurt when hit with, but not enough to hamper Roxas' ability to walk. "Hope you got your shots, Xigbar," he said, before handing Roxas his shoe. The kid might have been short, but he wore huge shoes.

Roxas put his shoe back on, glaring at Xigbar. The man shrunk back slightly, and Roxas smiled. "Axel, who is he?"

Axel shrugged. "Some guy, it's not important," he said, wrapping an arm around Roxas's shoulders and leading him out of the train station.

"Hey! Axel! Not cool, dude. Not cool!" Xigbar shouted. "Yeah, walk away! See who helps you find your fuck buddies next time."

Axel pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's my friend who I happen to enjoy fucking, not my fuck buddy, Xigbar." He yelled back.

Roxas' elbow mysteriously found itself in Axel's stomach.

Axel whined, rubbing the injured spot. "I didn't mean nothin' by it," he said, pouting. "I was just being politically correct..."

"No, you weren't."

Axel pouted. "Fine, I was correcting the lesser beings. Happy?"

"Am I going to have to see that for a month?" Roxas said, head jerking slightly towards Xigbar.

"Thankfully, no. He's just my neighbor."

Roxas cringed. "You better have a lock on your door," he said.

Axel looked at the blond and burst into laughter. "What self respecting adult doesn't have a lock on their door?"

"Sora."

Axel grimaced. "Knowing Riku...that's a bad thing."

Roxas nodded. "Sometimes they don't even shut the door," he said, shuddering. He'd seen way more of his brother's boyfriend than he'd needed to in the past two years. Not to say Riku wasn't attractive, but...ew. He didn't need to see that. "Cloud and Leon are worse, but at least they're at Yuffie's apartment."

"So, uh, wanna go do it with the door open?" Axel asked.

"Fuck no," he said, frowning. "Demyx would probably join in," he said. "And I'm not into that."

Axel laughed. "Yeah, he totally would," he said. "Although I'm sure Rokudem is hot, I'm partial to Akuroku, myself."

Roxas raised an eyebrow at that, but said nothing.

"Uh, well..."

"I prefer Rokushi, personally."

Axel flinched. "Dude you couldn't even get it up with her," he said, preparing for shoe-related injury.

"Could too," he said, frowning.

Axel snorted. "Yeah, and you totally don't get hard making out with certain red-heads," he said, smirking.

"Kairi? No way, dude. I don't wanna go near that," Roxas said. "Pretty sure both Sora and Riku tapped that somewhere along the line."

"Hey! That's my sister!" Axel said, frowning. "She's not a-okay, well she might have done Riku on my bed before, but still..."

"She did Sora," he paused. "And Namine, and Xion, and Hayner, and Seifer, and...maybe Olette, I'm not really sure though. They might have just made out."

Axel let out a low whistle. "Guess she's pretty popular, eh?"

Roxas snorted. "You could say that."

"So...Roxas."

"Why do you bother asking if you already know the answer, Axel?" Roxas said, bored.

"Uh... I was going to ask if you liked Pizza, but okay," he said, eyebrow raised.

"Everyone likes pizza, Ax."

"No! Riku doesn't!"

"Riku is excluded from the word 'everyone' because I don't like him."

"He's kinda scary," Axel agreed, nodding. "And have you seen those biceps? Flippin' huge, man."

"Leon's are bigger."

"Yeah, you would know," Axel said, earning an elbow to the gut. He dragged Roxas up to a small house. "Home sweet home," he said, grinning.

The house was small, tan, and brick. Roxas openly stared at it. "You...live in a house."

Axel hesitantly nodded. "Yeah..? You got a problem with that, Roxy?"

"You...have a yard."

"Uh, yeah..?"

Roxas stared up at him in awe. Even in Destiny Islands, yards were fairy tales-because there, you had a house and a small 4x4 patch with a tree on it on either side of the door and then sidewalk. In Twilight Town, he lived in an apartment. In Atlantica, they had ocean right outside their doorstep.

"Ooookay, then. Uh, now go through the door and you can meet our resident bitch and Zexion," Axel said, shoving the blond towards the open door.

"Who the fuck is the twelve year old?"

Roxas glanced around.

"Yes, dumb ass, I mean you. What the fuck, Axel? Didn't we tell you, no more strays?"

Axel stared at the blond at the table, imagining her antennae like hair bursting into flames. It didn't. "Larxene, this is Roxas. Demyx's cousin. He's nineteen. You know, as in six years younger than you?"

Larxene's eye twitched. "You did not just imply that I was old," she said, setting her glass down on the counter before launching herself over the counter and tackling the redhead. "Take it back!"

"Run, Roxas! Call the cops!" Axel screeched, dramatically flailing as the blond chomped down on his ear, viciously tearing at it.

Roxas looked on, amused.

"Roxas?" A voice called, quietly. Demyx came bounding over. "Roxas! You're alive! Oh my gosh, it's been ages."

"It's been two weeks, Demyx," he responded into the mull-hawked man's chest.

Demyx ignored him, swinging gently. "We're going to have so much fun," he said. "We're gonna get on the bus and go everywhere and eat cool food and get food poisoning and go to the hospital because you ate the food on the floor even though Zexy told you not to, and then we get back in the bus and Zexion doesn't talk to you because he doesn't like associating with imbeciles but then he gets drunk and forgets he's mad and fucks you into the mattress and then it's all better in the morning because he's really cuddly when he's hungover."

"Uh...tmi, Demyx,"Roxas mumbled. He suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. If Demyx was anywhere near as vocal as Roxas thought he was, he dreaded the events following Demyx's stupidity.

"Demyx, I would like it very much if you didn't discuss our sex life with everyone you see," said a calm voice from behind Demyx. Demyx jumped and released Roxas and latched onto a slate-haired boy only a few inches taller than Roxas. "Hello, Roxas. My name is Zexion. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, smiling lightly and holding out a hand.

Roxas shook the hand. "Yeah, you too," he said, returning the smile. He had a feeling he would get along with Zexion as long as he kept his cousin occupied.

Zexion glanced over at the current Larxene attack, and shook his head. "She's really nice, if you don't provoke her," he explained. "Unfortunately, Axel and Demyx seem to do nothing but provoke the poor girl."

"Oh," he said, somehow not doubting that. "I guess I can't blame her."

"Don't take her side!"

"Axel, shut up. He can take my side. It is, after all, the better one," Larxene said, smirking as she slinked away from the redhead and over to the blond. She placed one manicured red fingernail under Roxas's chin and lifted it up to look at her. "Well, well. Aren't you a cutie? It's too bad you're gay, I'd do you," she said, giving him a once over. "If you ever decide to question your sexuality, I'm always open for some one-on-one playtime."

Roxas stared blankly at her. "I'm not gay," he said.

Axel growled, batting at the blond woman and latching onto Roxas possessively. "Mine," he said, hissing and scratching the air.

Roxas frowned. "Get off me, Axel," he said, even though his body was telling him to lean into the redhead and soak up the warmth.

Axel pouted and let the blond go. "It's not like you can deny it," he said. "You came out to your mom as gay, remember? 'Cause I do. I was there. We were eating spaghetti."

Roxas stared at him for a second before remembering. "Oh yeah, she was all 'I already knew that,' and you laughed at me," Roxas said, pouting.

"Atta boy, Roxy," Axel said, smiling. "Now that we've sorted that out, why don't I show you my room?"

"Axel, you're not getting into my pants right now," he said, glaring at the redhead. "I'm not drunk enough."

"Well...we could fix that," Axel said, smirking.

"I'd rather you didn't get him drunk within the first fifteen minutes of being here," Zexion said, blank-faced. "In fact, I'd much rather not be a witness to you raping the poor boy."

"It's not rape if he wants it, Zex."

"If he's intoxicated, it counts. I would rather not deal with legal bigots anytime soon."

Roxas rubbed his temples. "Axel, shut the fuck up and take me to your room before I get sick of you and kill you," he said.

"I like this kid, Axel," Larxene said, smiling slightly. "Hey, Zexion, what do you say we replace fire-crotch here with the boy and have a trio of blonds?"

"That's a fabulous idea, Larx. Replace the singer and have three blonds when no one sees our hair anyways," Axel said, eyes narrowed.

"Larxene, shut up. Axel, Roxas, go away. Demyx, go order pizza," Zexion ordered, mimicking Roxas' action of rubbing his temples.

Larxene rolled her eyes, but obeyed. Roxas was led down a hall and into a room, while Demyx...bothered Zexion anyways.

Roxas looked around the room Axel led him to. It was...red. The walls, carpet, even the windows were red. "I see you, uh, got to choose your paint."

Axel looked around. "Oh. Uh, you could say that."

Roxas set down his suitcase and jumped up on Axel's bed, and sat there staring at the red-head. He was wearing a black wife-beater and tan cargo pants, his red hair in it's usual unruly spikes. Roxas held his arms out to the redhead, flailing slightly to get his attention. Axel smirked and wrapped his arms around the blond boy's waist, his forehead resting against the other's.

"Hey there," Axel said, smirking.

"Hey," he said, grinning widely. He let his eyes close, sighing contently before opening them again. "How are you?"

Axel grunted in response and leaning into the smaller boy, pushing him back so that Axel could half-lay on him. "Cold, tired."

Roxas ran one hand through the red spikes, humming lightly. "I dunno how you can be cold, you're like a fucking heater."

Axel grinned against Roxas' neck. "Maybe I just wanted you to hold me, because I've had a bit to drink," he said.

"Have you really? It's like nine in the morning, dude."

"Nah, I'm just messin' with ya."

"Dumb ass," Roxas said.

Axel hummed in response. "I am really fucking tired though. Can I just sleep on you until next year?"

"Uh, no, not if you plan on getting laid anytime soon."

Axel sighed in response and rolled off him, but kept his arms firmly wrapped around the blond. "I'm tireddddd," he whined.

"Then go to sleep, fucktard."

"You gotta sleep with me," he said, pouting.

"I didn't think I had a choice," Roxas said, rolling onto his side and cuddling into the red-head. He was tired too-he wasn't used to getting up before noon, and his body was flipping out from getting up at six-thirty to catch a train. "Now shut up and go to sleep, fire-crotch"

"Whatever, you like it."

"I don't like red-heads," Roxas said, grinning.

"Aw, don't be like that," Axel said, pouting. "I know you like me."

Roxas grinned into the red-head's chest. "You're the only exception to that rule," he said. "But only 'cause you're in a band, you know."

"Psh, whatever. You didn't even know until I told you, loser."

"Whatever, dork."

"Shut up, nerd."

"No you shut up, hipster."

"Bitch please, I ain't no hipster."

"Aw hell naw, you ain't callin' me a hipster, bitch."

"Hey Rox?"

"Yeah, Ax?"

"I don't think we're gonna get any sleep," he said.

"Yeah, me neither. Wanna make out?"

"Yeah, sure."

A/N: I'm a bad person. 8D

Also, I'm sorry if there's some large spelling error in here, my spell check on this computer doesn't work. D: But I'm too lazy to switch to my laptop, so you're just going to have to deal I guess.

Thanks for reading!