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Ten Reasons Why I Hate My Life:

A list by Roxas Strife

1. My brother killed my dog when I was 8. Instead of apologizing he bought me an electronic dog and said at least it wouldn't bark as much. When the button for the dog's bark was jammed, he killed that dog too.

2. I have a headache that spreads from my temple to the back of my skull and no amount of pain medicine is stopping it from ricocheting around my brain. Kill me. Now.

3. The smell of coffee is making it worse. How do I know this? Why, I'm suffering a skull snapping migraine and I'm at work. At the coffee shop. Where the smell makes my head hurt like a bitch.

4. Why am I at work? My father doesn't understand the concept of a day off for getting the dead animal taste out of my throat.

5. I went on a date with Axel last night.

6. … I can't remember what happened on said date. Why can't I remember? Why, because I think I got drunk. Since when have I ever gotten drunk? I'm the master of drinking… this is unheard of. Disgusting. I don't even want to think about it.

7. I now feel sick to my stomach and my head hurts because of the said date I went on with a boy that makes my up-chuck reflex kick in over time

8. I am too tired and in pain to care about whether or not I look good. Would care if my head would stop hurting enough for me to lift it off of the countertop to look in a mirror

9. That bitch, Kairi, just tried to yell at me for adding too much caffeine in her drink. Would kill her, but her stalker older brother Axel might find me.

10. As punishment for me killing his sister, I am quite certain he would inform me of all that I did while I was three sheets to the wind, drunk off of my ass, and smashed by something that left an aftertaste in my mouth that made me picture a dirty, wet dog rubbing his ass on the carpet.

Roxas was contemplating suicide. No, not contemplating… he was planning it. It was only a matter of time, really. His stomach was roiling unpleasantly, his throat was dry and constricted, his head pounded like a hammer to an anvil, and his tongue felt furry. Not even the cool, linoleum countertop could ease the pain as he laid his head against it tenderly. Every noise, every sound was pain.

Lots and lots of pain.

And he was feeling oddly horny.

"Roxas, we're going to need an inventory check." Sora walked past him, not bothering to touch him since he knew it would bring pain. When Demyx had attempted to glomp him over the box of cinnamon toast crunch, Roxas had grabbed his face and shoved it into his milk filled cereal bowl.

Nope, Sora was so not getting into that situation.

Roxas groaned something unintelligible in reply to his brother's statement, but even he wasn't sure if it was English or not.

"I'd like a hot chocolate please." Roxas ignored the voice and focused on the way that the cool linoleum eased his headache if he focused in that one area hard enough. Yes, if he pretended that it was helping, it helped.

"Uh, Roxas? I want a hot chocolate." Sure, the scratchy shirt was irritating and setting his nerves ablaze, but the cool linoleum really hit the spot. Scooting over a little to the side, Roxas sighed quietly. The blessing of linoleum.

"Roxas, I don't know what your fetish with that stupid countertop is, but I want a hot chocolate." His whole body ached though, not just his head. What had he drunk the night before that left him feelings like he couldn't speak his own language? Roxas not only hated it, he hated the man that allowed him to drink it. Oh, Axel was so going down for letting him drink something that made his mouth feel like a wet, dirty dog had rubbed its ass all over it.

"Roxas, give me the hot chocolate or suffer the consequences." The worst part of the whole thing was not even being able to remember what the hell had happened! He remembered the dinner with the god-awful waitress and Axel offering to work his stick shift… he remembered the rush of brothels and clubs just lining the road…and that's where he hit a road block.

Well, a mental road block. He didn't just run into a road block. Roxas was slow sometimes, but not that slow.

What did he do afterwards? Sora hadn't told him anything…he had just stared at him, jaw dropped and eyes bugging out of his head as if someone had squeezed him like a Hercules muscle doll. It was truly strange, and hadn't helped Roxas's fuck-off-and-die mood.

"Ok, you leave me no choice." Roxas scooted his head to the side to find the cooler linoleum, hardly aware of the world spinning around him. Oh how he wished he'd stabbed himself with the fork or knife the night before instead of picturing himself stabbing the waitress. What a waste of time. He could have avoided this entire thing if he'd just made Axel leave him to suffer in his own misery! If he had indeed stabbed himself, then he wouldn't have drunk the drink that made his mouth feel like a wet, dirty dog had rubbed its ass all over it.

"Three…" His entire body was cold and shivery and if he didn't know any better, he'd say he'd had alcohol poisoning. Alcohol had never done something like this to him before… ever. He had a very high tolerance and could hold his liquor.

It was that damned red head. He spiked the drink with something.

He was so dead.

"Two…" Roxas wasn't exactly religious. He wasn't an atheist, but his form of worship was standing at the cash register on Sunday mornings, nodding to the old ladies with a glare on his face as they walked to Sunday services. According to them, he was as good as dead for missing church. As far as Roxas was concerned, they were as good as dead for even looking at him.

But I digress.

Either way, he wasn't really overly religious. He figured God knew him and they had an understanding. He believed, but he was too busy for church. In times like these though, Roxas found himself praying. Dear Lord, he said to himself as he bit back a hiss of pain, I'll never drink again if you keep that demonic red head away from me. I've learned my lesson, I promise! No more alcohol for Roxas as long as you keep your end of the deal and keep that nasty, life-wrecking, perverted, overbearing, coffee chugging psychotic freak out of my coffee sho-

"One. Ok, here goes noth-"

"Well, well, well… look what we have here." Roxas let out a low moan of terror and anger, his throbbing head getting worse as he heard the devil's voice.

Ok, that promise was officially void.

"He's not a very good cashier." The girl snapped hotly, and in Roxas's throbbing mind he could see Axel smirking at that. How did he know? Call it the "Roxas Sixth Sense," if you will… it enabled him to know what Axel was doing whenever he was in a 5 yard radius.

"Oh, he's a good worker… you just have to know how to talk to him." Roxas could feel Axel's body heat closer on his left side, and he tried to make his aching body move. In far too much pain, his legs wouldn't listen to his screaming brain though, preferring to simply lean away from Axel's body heat. Hopefully, Axel would see the subtle movement and infer that Roxas wanted him to leave.

His hope was one to be marveled at.

"See? Like this." Red Hot gum, curve cologne and cigarettes permeated the air around Roxas as he felt Axel press his lips close to his ear. "Hey babe… missed you."

The reaction was instantaneous.

Roxas jerked up and back, a low curse falling from his mouth as he hit the back wall and slid down, glaring in a shrivel-and-die kind of way. The death glare effect was taken away however by the hiss of pain as he dropped his head into his hands to stop the throbbing in his mind.

There was a scuffling noise and then the smell of cigarettes, coffee, and cologne assaulted his senses once more. Axel's body heat was overpowering on Roxas's right side and he mentally willed him away, a low groan of anger slipping past his lips.

And those old ladies wondered why he didn't go to church.

"Easy now, don't have a heart attack." Axel's smug smirk was tangible. Raising his head, Roxas fixed Axel with a bloodshot eyed stare that would cook meat in the arctic with its fury alone. Not only would it cook the meat in the arctic, it would also probably burn it to a cinder as well.

And scientists were worried about natural global warming? Roxas was a threat to the environment all on his own.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here." He spit from clenched teeth, hating how Axel was crouched all close and most definitely in his private little bubble. What had happened the night before that would make him think that this was ok!? He in no way had said that Axel was allowed to ever get that close.

… Right?

When had he stopped knowing?!

Oh, right. When he got drunk the night before with Axel.

"I was just checking up; no need to be so feisty!" Axel grinned, exposing a wide and unsettling smile. "Although, I don't mind you being feisty…" Half in pain and half in mortification Roxas buried his aching head in his arms.

"If I had the strength to throw you out again, I would." He grumbled back. It was true; he wasn't sure if he could drag Axel out of the shop, let alone stand up to even contemplate it.

"Oh, is that the way to treat your new best friend?" Axel asked jokingly. Lifting his head with a wince, Roxas fixed Axel with a stare that could melt skin.

"I have no friends." He muttered darkly.

"Which makes it easy for me to fill that position!" Axel chirped cheerfully.

"Why are you even here?! I thought you said if I went on a date with you, you'd leave me alone!?" Roxas threw his head back into his arms and wondered just how much energy it would take to suffocate himself. If he held his breath, he would pass out, right? But if he passed out, he would instantly start breathing, a reflex of his body. If he taped his mouth and nose he would pass out, but that would leave him to the mercy of Axel, and Roxas wasn't sure if he wanted to do that. What would Axel do with his unconscious body?

Insert shudder, if you would.

"Did I say that?" Axel innocently smiled, much to Roxas's disgust. Did he have to look so- so smug?

"Yes." He bit back, and with a groan he dragged his body up the wall and pushed a hand against his throbbing temple. It was ok… if he moved slowly, the pain wasn't so bad. Easy now… he coached himself as he straightened up and did an internal victory dance at being able to move.

It was one small accomplishment for the day.

"Yes, you did say that. Now, if you would kindly leave me to my personal hell…" He made a move past Axel, but Axel stood up and put an arm in the way, beaming brightly at him. It was almost as bad as his intimidating, cat-like smirk that made Roxas think back to his dreams about him pressing him up against the wall, bodies flush against one another and breathing irregular as he let hands slide down his hips, letting his lips curl up as he-

Ahem.

Either way, it was not a look that Roxas wanted to see. It wasn't helping his horny hangover.

"Hey, you chose your personal hell… you didn't have to drink yourself into a stupor." He winked and ruffled Roxas's hair in an almost affectionate way that caused Roxas to hiss and step back, glare in place. People couldn't just touch him. That wasn't allowed. Why would Axel think that it was allowed?! Roxas found that he was oversensitive to people touching him, his nerves on edge and easily affected.

"Who said I was talking about my hangover?" He asked darkly. A little confused, Axel cocked his head to the side, imitating a dog's curious stare.

"You can't mean that I'm your personal hell." He scoffed, shaking his head. Roxas let out a sigh and spied his brother Cloud walking into the shop, his steps slow and his face drawn and tired.

Ok then…

"If I say that you are will you leave me alone?" Roxas asked curiously.

"Now how could you say that, Roxas?" Axel grinned smugly and leaned in, not upset in the slightest that Roxas was leaning away from him with a look of disgust on his face. His grin merely widened as he stepped closer and trapped Roxas between his body and the counter. Roxas found breathing suddenly hard as the over sensitive nerves went haywire and his fingers tingled with the desire to-

NO!

"Because I can't stand you?" Roxas suggested, but his tone suddenly didn't fit his words. His face was a mix between pain, shock, fatigue, and-dare Axel even suggest it?!-a slightly uncomfortable haze of desire. Grinning inwardly, Axel leaned in and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slowly.

"Are you sure about that?" He questioned huskily. Roxas shifted again, moving a little to the side as he tried to make his escape.

Oh, Axel wasn't having that…

"Because I don't think you hate me as much as you say you do." He continued, moving his arms to either side of Roxas to prevent escape. The breath rushed from Roxas's lungs as he struggled to concentrate, his heart suddenly thudding in his ribcage. Grinning blithely Axel leaned in, lips parting to daze Roxas even more.

"Do you?" He whispered against Roxas's ear. Unbeknownst to Roxas, a small group of fan girls had crowded around at one table, eyes wide and edible accessories hanging from open mouths. Unbeknownst to Roxas the world was still indeed turning and he was not the center of it.

In fact, the only thing he was aware of was the fact that Axel was pressed right up against him.

"I…I…" He found that he couldn't form coherent sentences and that he was unable to move as Axel leaned down and let his lips skin across his collar bone softly. It was softly, teasing and tempting, a soft sigh building in the back of his throat at the contact.

"In fact… I think you like this." Axel said as he brought his face dangerously close. Roxas felt himself begin to blush, his heart hammering in time with his aching head and his skin tingling with the desire to be touched.

All of the notorious fan girls began sporting nosebleeds.

BAM!

The doors of The Strife Coffee Shop flew open causing everyone including Roxas and Axel to jerk in the direction of the doorway where a haggard, blazing youth stood poised in the sunlight. It was like the dark avenger had stepped into Twilight Town, his dark hair, flushed skin, and fury assaulting all five senses and then some. When he saw that he had everyone's attention he gazed around the shop until he saw the object of his fury, and said dark avenger began making his way towards said object of fury.

"Hey, Zack! You look a mess!" Axel grinned and thankfully released Roxas from his small boxed in area, turning to face his friend cheerfully. Roxas let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Had he wanted Axel that close? No. Had he wanted Axel that close? Yes. It was a lose, lose situation…either way, Roxas slinked away from the heat of Axel's body and adjusted his shirt, his fingers a little shaky, his head pounding.

As Zack reached the counter he leaned across and glowered, his dark features seeming to scream bloody murder as he lifted a finger and poked it at Axel's face.

"You…" He growled, eyes narrowed.

"Me?" Axel asked innocently, unknowing of his fate. Roxas could sense the danger though and backed up. Though he was usually was the one wanting to give violence, he didn't like the bloodlust in Zack's eyes. That same bloodlust was usually in his, and he didn't want to share it.

With a flick of the wrist, a bright, shiny metal key was shoved dangerously close to Axel's face.

"You…" Zack glowered and jabbed the key against Axel's nose. "… Pain… lots of pain…"

"Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?" Axel asked curiously. Zack froze, anger seeping from him in violent waves. Roxas watched as the death glare on Zack's face suddenly cleared slowly, a tired and grumpy expression taking over.

"No…" He sighed and dropped the key into Axel's awaiting hand, his head sinking as he fixed Roxas with a leveled stare. "Can I have an iced latte, please?"

Zexion frowned as he walked down the sidewalk next to Demyx, the blonde man chattering brightly about something funny that he hadn't been able to get out of his head. Zexion nodded along slowly, adding a small, "hmm…" every now and then to let Demyx know that he was listening. You had to encourage Demyx, you see, or else he'd become discouraged and refuse to speak. It was disconcerting for Zexion to work with because he didn't want to feel like he had to speak or even open his mouth, but for some reason he found himself doing it anyway.

"And then someone said that you were emo, but don't worry, I set them straight!" Demyx laughed brightly and clapped his hands together, readjusting the earphone in his ear before it could fall out. "I told them that you weren't emo… you just liked peace and quiet." Zexion's frown deepened at this and he gave Demyx a slightly incredulous stare.

"You do not believe that I am emo?" He found himself asking, feeling slightly uncomfortable when Demyx laughed. People believing that he was emo were part of the reason that he got his peace and quiet. If they knew that he actually didn't cut himself and that he didn't listen to things like Hawthorn Heights then how was he supposed to get aforementioned peace and quiet?!

"No… you've never been emo. You're too pretty for that." Demyx gushed before suddenly his jaw dropped and he flushed a bright red, putting his second ear bud in to avoid hearing a response to that. Zexion tensed at his words, turning to regard the man with something like shock flashing through his one eye before he cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets awkwardly. Had anyone ever called him pretty before? His mother had… when he was a child. Zexion didn't really feel pretty or handsome… he just didn't. And yet, the fact that Demyx had called him that…

For some reason the oddest of feelings was fluttering through his stomach…

Tapping Demyx's shoulder softly, Zexion held his breath as the music lover pulled the ear bud from his ear and glanced, red faced, at his companion.

"Do you… are you… under the impression that I am actually pretty?" He asked quietly, the sensation rushing through his abdomen once again as Demyx turned an even brighter red and looked down at the ground, scuffing his shoes.

"You're beautiful, Zexion." Demyx mumbled and if anything his blush became even brighter. Feeling his own face heat up Zexion looked down to see that he was twiddling his thumbs, a nervous habit from when he was younger. Why was he twiddling his thumbs? Was he really nervous to hear that?

It was getting curiouser and curiouser…

"I don't understand you…" Zexion replied softly after a few more seconds of silence. "I am not what you say I am… I am merely an average human being." Demyx laughed brightly at that, but Zexion didn't know why. Was it, perhaps, from embarrassment? That is why he felt like laughing… either way, Zexion didn't know.

"And that's why you're so fun to be with!" Demyx slung an arm over his shoulder and steered him in the direction of the small bookstore in town. "And that's why I'm here… so you can understand me." Zexion nodded firmly but couldn't help but feel happy that Demyx had decided that they would go to the bookstore. It was nice to see how Demyx just knew him like that.

"It is a purely scientific situation." Zexion couldn't help but say. As they stepped into the store he noticed Demyx's grimace of pain, but couldn't tell why. Did he not like bookstores? Frowning, Zexion shook his head and nodded curtly to the young clerk before going to his usual bookshelf.

"Yeah…" He heard Demyx murmur. "Purely scientific."

"Hey… where have you been?"

"With my boyfriend, Sora. You know, the guy I love?"

"You talk about him a lot… does he even know about me?"

"No… and he never will."

"And what happens if he does…?"

"Don't you dare go there."

"I'm not going anywhere… you're the one who comes to me anyway. If you hated this so much you wouldn't come now would you?"

"It's not like I have a choice."

"Are you addicted or something?"

"Shut up."

"What's so bad about Sora knowing about me anyway?"

"You're my past… Sora's my future."

"You know, you keep saying that… but the way I see it is like this; you're with me now… and that's the present, right? So really, I'm not your past, honey. I'm just as much future as he is."

"But I love him."

"Love is subjective, sweetie. I love chocolate covered almonds, but sometimes I just can't get enough of peanut MnM's."

"That's an entirely different story and you know it."

"Maybe, but you know I love to compare life to food. I wonder if Sora does to...?"

"Don't you even try to talk to him. He already thinks I'm hiding something from him."

"Sweetie, you are hiding something from him."

"And it's going to stay that way. I don't want to hurt him."

"Would he love you if he knew about me?"

"…Yes. And that's part of the problem."

Axel was plotting. Axel was plotting in The Strife Coffee Shop with his best friend, Zack, in tow, papers strewn across the small tabletop as he plotted. He rubbed his hands together conspiratoraly and grinned evilly.

"I was so close, Zack!" Axel informed him triumphantly, brandishing a fist. "He was about to give into my charm, I swear to you!"

"He looked like he was about to scream rape. Is your idea of 'having someone,' stunning them into allowing you to do what they want?" Zack asked bitterly as he had his fourth cup of coffee. Axel didn't understand why Zack was so grumpy. It wasn't like he'd had to walk all the way home or anything!

"No, he wasn't stunned. He's just not used to wanting me." Axel grinned and looked over to where Roxas was currently filling out the lunch hour orders with a resigned, suicidal look on his face.

"If that's what you want to call it…" Zack sourly finished his fourth cup and grabbed Axel's unfinished black coffee, downing it just like the others.

"I mean, I got him to go on a date with me…" Axel ticked that off of his list with a grin.

"Where he became drunk out of his mind…"

"And I almost got him to kiss me here!" Axel smiled and ticked that off of his list. He didn't want to bring up the actual kiss that had happened the night before. Why, you may ask? Why, because whenever Axel thought about the occurrence, an unnatural amount of guilt washed through him and made him want to just leave Roxas alone.

And Axel refused to give up the hunt. Therefore, the kiss the night before didn't count.

"I thought you planned on being nice to him?" Zack asked suspiciously. Axel shrugged and ran his hands through his thick hair.

"Yeah… I tried that. That's what got him to go on a date with me." Grinning smugly Axel fixed Zack with a stare. "And now that he's off of his guard I'm going to make him see that he wants me."

"Or you'll molest him trying." Zack nodded somberly and raised a new cup of coffee that Sora had brought over with a bright smile. Chuckling blackly, Axel slapped Zack on the back and nodded.

"Exactly."

Ten Reasons Why Roxas Will Be Mine:

A list by Axel Flurry

1. He resisted my advances… anyone who doesn't give in on the first try invokes the wrath of my desire.

2. He's the nominee for best sex on two legs, after all… he has to be paired with the 10 year running award winner for best sex on two legs. It fits, after all.

3. He's violent in a way that makes it adorably threatening. It's like seeing a kitten try to roar like a lion.

4. He is short and blonde whereas I am tall and red headed. Opposites attract… and boy am I attracted…

5. I know he is attracted to me too, and I just have to show him that he is. Once he realizes this, there will be smooth sailing…

6. He is the best kisser that I've ever had the fortune of coming across. He even beat Kadaj, and no one beats him…well, except for Roxas.

7. I saw a side of him last night that I didn't expect to see, and instead of being freaked out by it… I felt… weird. Not weird like someone just shot me in the ass weird, but… my stomach got all fuzzy… if anything, it makes me want him more.

8. He's so sad… I have to cheer him up. It's like, an Axel Flurry law to cheer up any uke that's not yet gotten love from me. The only way to do that is to make him mine!

9. He was so close to giving in but was able to pull back last minute even with his mind rushing with the thought of moi…

10. I want him. That simple.

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