I like this chapter. Possibly the most of all!

"Axel?" he looked around the dark classroom for his boyfriend. Someone had cut the power to the lights, probably some pranksters, so the only light were the emergency lights and what the sun was sending in through the windows, which still left the building pretty dark. "He was here just a minute ago…"

He was grabbed around the waist from behind and his mouth was covered. Roxas thrashed, trying to scream. The person holding him shushed him. "Roxas, stay still and shut up! It's me!" they hissed in his ear.

'Axel?'

"We have to get you out of here. Now. They're looking for you."

'Who?'

"The orphanage refuses to let you be adopted. Apparently they've literally sold you. If we let them find you, who knows where the hell you'll end up?"

'Sold?'

"Your mother just called me and told me they're going to come looking for you here. I have to get you somewhere safe. Just until this is sorted out."

'This is why people hate Mondays!'

"You need to promise you'll stay perfectly silent when I uncover your mouth," Axel didn't wait for a reply, taking Roxas by the hand and leading him like a secret agent through the hallways, staying in the shadows and remaining fully aware of their surroundings. Roxas could somewhat imagine spy music running through Axel's head as he moved. Mission Impossible, maybe.

The redhead successfully smuggled the boy out of the building and to his car. Roxas got into the backseat.

"Get down. We don't want anyone to see you."

"Where are we going?" Roxas asked after they had been on the road for awhile.

"As much as I hate to do this… we're going to my parent's house. They'll put you up as long as they're able to tolerate my presence. It won't last very long, but it's a safe place a good distance away from where you would be in danger. My parents may hate me, but they aren't heartless. They'll keep you safe. It helps that you're cute, too."

A little while later, Roxas giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"In theory, you're bringing me to meet your parents. We've been dating for three days."

Axel smirked at this. "Well, you're a keeper, I suppose," he joked.

"Are you going to ask for their blessing on our future together?"

"If I can get out more than a few sentences of dialogue to them… then sure, why not."

"How many kids will we have?"

"Eight," he replied without hesitation.

"Eight? Why so many? I don't think I'd be able to manage eight kids."

"I… I don't know where that came from… That was weird. It's like I've been ready to answer that question my whole life. But yeah… I guess my answer is eight. What about you?"

Roxas thought about it. "Hm… I would say somewhere from 1 to 3… then I might consider more."

"Maybe after the third one I'll convince you for five more. Then we'll both be happy."

"I'm not having eight kids, Axel. That's way too many. You've lost your mind."

He chuckled. "Will we have any pets then?"

"I kind of want a golden retriever. Named Kiroko…"

"Let's have a black and white cat too. Why Kiroko?"

Roxas leaned his head back. "My fourth family had a dog. When the orphanage came to take me back… Kiroko tried to save me. That dog was the first one to ever stand up for me. The first thing that ever loved me. I loved Kiroko…"

Axel sighed. "We'll get it as a puppy. That way it will love you all its life."

"Look at us. We're acting so serious about this. We've only known each other for a little over two weeks and we're planning our little house in the suburbs with a dog and a white picket fence…"

"Picket fence? I don't want a picket fence. We should have a force field!"

"I'm destined to have children with an idiot."

"I'm just saying that fences are overrated," Axel shrugged. "People with fences are just trying to hide the fact that their lawn looks like crap. If you have a nice yard, show it off!"

"I take it you'll see to it that we have a lawn worth bragging about?"

"You've got the idea, baby."

"Good. That means you're in charge of house training the dog~!"

"What? You want the dog, not me! I want the cat!"

"It's your cat or your pretty yard, Axel. Which do you want to be able to brag about: a nice cat or a nice lawn?"

"You play dirty, don't you? Maybe I don't want you to have my eight kids!" Axel growled.

"I never wanted your eight kids in the first place!" Roxas snapped back.

"Good! I'll find someone else that wants my kids!" he hissed.

"Fine!"

They sat in silence for a moment before Axel started laughing.

"What?"

"We just built up an imaginary future with all the little details, then it ended in an imaginary divorce."

Roxas burst into giggles. "I guess our future isn't too promising, huh?"

"No…" Axel pouted playfully. "I'm sorry, baby! Take me back!"

"Do I still have to have your eight kids?"

"Of course you do!" Axel declared.

The blonde smiled. "Eight it is, then."

What a cute little future!