Warning: This right here is a Unicorn of death Fanfiction. For those of you who haven't read my other brilliantly amazing Fanfictions, that basically means that this thing will be filled with swearing, YAOI (dun dun duuun) and the occasional tasteless joke. Consider yourself warned.

Disclaimer: It's called Fanfiction because I am a FAN, not the owner of the damned characters.

Why doesn't Roxas care that much about me?

He was in my fucking lap again, and he moved against me and I was going to scream...

I mean, um, I was asleep the whole time. Roxas did not get felt up at any point. I swear. In my defence, my hand was just on his leg, and he moved so that I was almost where I shouldn't be. I did nothing but sit there and enjoy it, honest.

Anyway, when he got up the second time, at seven in the morning, I was just dying to do things to him, especially when he stretched luxuriously right in front of me, a content hum coming from the throat that I ached to kiss, lick, bite, draw screams from...

"Axel? C'mon, wake up, it's seven. We'll be late."

I blinked. "Right. Coming." I'd be coming soon, all right, very soon. "Morning, by the way."

He smiled at me. Fuck, he was beatiful. "Morning."

I took a deep breath, got up, and followed Roxas downstairs for some breakfast.

"Oh, hello, boys. I did some laundry while you were asleep, so Axel, your clothes are over there, okay?" I nodded dumbly at Roxas's mom, wondering how she could have obtained our clothes without waking us. She must have come around at about three, because I didn't get to sleep until about two and I woke up at fourish. "Sleep well?"

"Like a dead body. Where are the cornflakes?" Roxas asked, beginning to rummage through cupboards. "I could've sworn..."

"We took them to the hospital in case we needed to stay overnight again. Nothing major, don't worry. How about I make pancakes instead?" Roxas nodded bouncily – that was cute, clearly he had got a lot more sleep than I had – and tugged me by the hand towards the table, forcing me to sit next to him. Well, this was pleasant. Very pleasant. Almost as pleasant as having him in my arms, his legs wound up in mine, occasionally mumbling in his sleep, his mouth opening and closing and his perfect little chest rising and falling slowly, peacefully. Not to mention practically asking me to feel him up.

Several pancakes later – Roxas was still really, really hot when he ate pancakes, and he ended up with syrup on his cheek, but his mother wiped it off with a cloth before I could get rid of it with my tongue – Roxas and I decided we would get the bus, and went upstairs to get dressed. Roxas went into the bathroom to change, unfortunately for me, and I was left alone in his room. I may have stolen a pair of his boxers, but then again, I may not have. You cannot prove jack shit.

He came back into his bedroom adjusting his shirt, a little pink in the face, and I grinned. Damn, he was hot. "Um... hi."

"Hey, Roxas. You ready to go?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my bag." He bent down slightly to grab his bag and HOLY FUCK HIS ASS OH MY GOD. I need to stop thinking in caps lock, it gives me a headache. "Ready?"

I nodded, temporarily speechless, and followed Roxas out of the door, falling into step with him on the way to the bus stop, having to take baby steps to avoid overtaking him. "Thanks for having me over, Roxas, it was great."

"No problem, I really enjoyed it." We both smiled like dumbasses as we arrived at the bus stop. "You should come over again soon."

"Yeah, I should. You're coming to mine on Saturday, right?"

He nodded, and I noticed a small scratch on the back of his neck. "Hey, what's that?"

"What's what?"

"You have a cut..." I mumbled, reaching out instinctively and trailing a finger just below the awful red line. If someone hurt my Roxas, I swear to fucking God... "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all, I didn't even know it was there." I could feel his goosebumps forming under my finger. "You must have great eyesight." Or maybe I'm just staring at you a lot and have your neck memorised, so any changes are always obvious. "Hey, here's our bus."

On the bus, we didn't talk much, mostly because Roxas was a lot more tired than he'd let on when he was at home, and happily rested his head on my shoulder, while I checked my phone for texts.

Hey, Ax, wanna ditch school and come hang out with me? Xigbar's taking the day off to let things settle down and make sure I'm okay (I'm still at his place, woo) and I'm definitely not gonna be in today or tomorrow. It is Thursday, right? Or is it Friday? I'm confused :S -Dem

I looked at Roxas, half-asleep on my shoulder. It was Thursday (I think) so skipping school would mean skipping Math with Roxas... but then, I guess I'd had more than my fair share of the blonde for today (not that there's even such thing as too much Roxas) and Dem deserved at least a little of my time.

"Roxas?" I said quietly. He raised his head, so I hurriedly threaded my fingers through his hair and guided it back down, smiling when he hummed contentedly and wound his arms around my waist. "Listen, I'm thinking about skipping school to go see Dem. That okay with you?"

"Uh-huh. Just stay my pillow a little longer?" I loved being his pillow. I might as well just dress in a pillowcase from now on. Or Roxas could dress in nothing but a pillowcase... damn, I wanted that to happen... I wanted that a lot...

Roxas perked up just a tiny bit when we got to school, and I held his chin firmly in place, made him promise to stay safe and fall asleep in Math if he was tired, and almost found the courage to kiss him before turning abruptly with a hurried goodbye and beginning to sprint to Xigbar's place, barely able to recall the address that Dem had texted me. I arrived relatively quickly and tapped on the door, my face blank when Xigbar answered with a harsh "Are you here for Dem?". I still wasn't sure how I felt about Xigbar, really. He had helped Demyx, sure, but it was partially his fault that Dem had been in that situation in the first place... Anyway. I don't think I get to judge him, really, considering that if he hadn't stepped in last night, Dem would have been in a lot more trouble.

"He's in the other room. I think he's exhausted, apart from anything else." Xigbar looked me up and down. "Are you and Roxas a thing yet?"

I felt myself go a little bit pink. How could everyone in the universe know except Roxas? "Um, no, but hopefully, you know, soon..."

"As long as you have no interest in Demyx, I don't care about the details." He pushed the door completely open and stepped out of the way. "Be nice to him, or you're in shit, got it?"

I was tempted to start mouthing him off, but I had to remember that this was the guy who'd hospitalised Luxord and Zexion last night, not to mention the fact that he was entirely capable of failing me this year and preventing me from being with Roxas.

"Yeah, I got it." I walked past him, found Demyx, and knelt down next to him, because he was lying in bed, half-awake and toying with his phone. There was a scratch on his face, and his shirt was torn, but other than that he looked mostly okay. "Hey, Dem."

"Hi, Axel. Have you come to say "I told you so"? Because I think I deserve it." I shook my head. "No, come on. Tell me I've been a stupid whore and I've had this coming to me for years now. Tell me it's all my fault and you were right all along. Go on."

I shook my head even harder. "Dem, I don't blame you for any of this. I mean, okay, maybe you were a little reckless getting yourself sort of cornered, but you know, that was more them than you." I swallowed. "Really, I'm just glad that you're safe."

Demyx looked at me pleadingly. "You've gotta understand, Axel, I wasn't just... just being a whore or being reckless or whatever. I'm lonely. I'm scared for my sister. I just wanted something to take my mind off it. And cause I'm one of the oldest, my parents don't pay as much attention to me. So... I just... I don't know." He started coughing, and instinctively I looked for his inhaler, but he didn't seem to have it around. "I – I wanted someone – someone to love me – like you l-love Roxas – but..."

"Dem, where's your inhaler?" I asked, spotting his bag and starting to rummage through it.

He coughed some more. Shit, shit shit... "I think I left it in the kitchen."

I leapt to my feet, but Xigbar was already coming in, holding the blessed blue thing in his left hand. "Honestly, what am I gonna do with you?" he said softly, kneeling where I had just been and giving the inhaler to Demyx, smoothing some hair out of his face and taking his hand as Dem shook the thing, opened it up and sucked on it. "There ya go. I'm gonna make you wear it on a chain around your neck if you aren't careful."

I felt like a ginormous cockblock, so I sort of melted out of the room and made my way back to school.

Starting to worry

I left Math feeling oddly empty without Axel constantly touching knees with me and staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and wandered in the direction of the bathroom.

I stopped short when I heard sobbing, and rounded the corner cautiously, the sound oddly similar to –

"Sora, it'll be okay, I promise, you won't get hurt again..." God, even when he was trying to cheer someone up, Riku came across as EMO. "I'm sorry I let you get hurt. It's not gonna happen again, I promise you that."

I took a deep breath. Who would hurt Sora? He was like a really awkward, tall, bouncy kid. And as his maybe-or-maybe-not relative, I did have an obligation to protect him. Although since Riku was doing that pretty well, I ducked out of the bathroom, and traipsed into the library, deciding to take out a couple of books to read to Nami when she was sleeping. I had seen Larxene in the corridors that day, actually – it was one of those rare days Larxene had bothered to come into school – and the look that we shared was so charged with gratitude and a secret nobody else knew that I could almost see the air between us ripple. It felt like I had torn a small hole in the fabric of reality, doing Larxene a favour, making her not-hate me. Larxene was not meant to not-hate anyone, with the obvious exception of my sister. But there she was, not-hating me...

I was interrupted in my boring inner monologue by my phone vibrating. After a sly glance around to check that the librarian wasn't going to see me and go apeshit, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was from Axel. That was nice.

Hey Rox, just seen Dem but I left because him and Xigbar were eye-fucking, so I'm on my way to school again. Anything you want from the store before I get back? Axel x

Was that a kiss on the end of that text? Was it even deliberate? Maybe his thumb slipped. But then, the last letter of Axel was L, and on a QWERTY keyboard, X and L are pretty far away... (what a useless piece of information to have)... Maybe it was just because he was kinda girly sometimes. Yeah, that'd be it... still, it was only appropriate, in this situation, to put a kiss on my reply, right?

Um, can't think of anything, really. Chocolate would be nice, but other than that I'm cool. Thanks a billion :) Roxas x

There. S and X are pretty close, anyway. It could look like my thumb had slipped. Nobody would ever know the difference.

What kind of chocolate? White, milk, dark? Nuts or no nuts? Caramel? Be more specific or I'll buy you one of everything. And don't mention it, your mother made the best pancakes in the history of the universe, I think I should at least get you some sweets. Axel xx

Two kisses. That was deliberate, wasn't it? Should I put two, or stick to one? Or maybe even three? What if he only meant to put one, but accidentally put two, and then I'd look weird if I... fuck. I was turning into a fucking girl. And that wasn't helpful, because Axel definitely liked guys.

Um, just plain white chocolate if that's okay. And I'm gonna mention it, I think you're too nice to me. Roxas xx

You have no idea how many times I deleted those kisses, typed one, typed a second one, deleted them both... ugh.

Oops, accidentally-on-purpose bought white and milk. You need the calories, though. And the sugar, since you keep falling asleep on me. Not that I mind. Axel xx

I smiled down at the screen. Aw, he was such a sweetheart. I mean, um, I like chocolate. And I'm glad that he doesn't mind me falling asleep on him, because I really quite enjoy it myself.

I took out three books in the end – Twilight, to make fun of when Nami was awake, one of the Harry Potter books, to read when she was asleep, and a Spanish dictionary so that we could learn some Spanish swearwords and giggle like small children, like we used to do before she got ill. The librarian looked a bit taken aback at me checking out a Twi-shite book and a Harry Potter one, but she said nothing as she stamped all three and handed them back to me. I slid them into my bag and emerged into the corridor, which wasn't exactly packed, but wasn't quite empty either. Thankfully, nobody I knew except Riku was around, and he was hardly going to –

"Hey, Roxas!" Shit, I spoke too soon. "Why didn't you tell us that Tianne was a psycho?" he growled, throwing himself at me, pinning me to the wall. "She nearly fucking killed Sora, why didn't you tell us?"

"I... I..."

"You're gonna get it, Roxas," he growled, and my stomach churned.

Then, all at once, Riku was on the floor bleeding from the nose, and someone very tall and red was standing in front of me, facing the silver-haired EMO. "Get up, I dare you," Axel growled. Riku pulled a "this-isn't-over" face but half-walked, half-crawled away, whimpering slightly.

"You okay, Roxas?" Axel said softly, turning on the spot to examine me. I hurriedly held up my hand to cover up the scrape on my chin from where Riku fell and his hand connected awkwardly and roughly with my face. Of course, though, Axel tugged my hand away delicately and hissed when he saw the red mark. "Fuck, I can't believe... is this my fault?"

I shook my head frantically, almost cricking my neck. "No, not at all!" I answered far too peppily. "Um, so, chocolate..." Subject change is always good.

"Oh, yeah!" Axel dug through his bag and produced two of the biggest chocolate bars I've ever seen, one white and one milk. "Here you go, Roxas. That okay for you?"

I nodded dumbly, taking the bars from him and looking down at them. "Axel," I said quietly, "these are fucking enormous."

He looked so upset, the poor thing. "I'm sorry, I can take 'em back if you want, or you don't have to eat all of it, or I'll buy you something else..."

"No, it's okay. I'm just surprised because... how much did these cost?" I held one flat in the palm of my hand, judging its weight. "I mean, they're wonderful, don't get me wrong, but..."

"Not much." He looked at the floor. "I just... I wanted to perk you up a little, and I saw the sweet store and I was like, "Ooh! Perfect!" but then there was so much stuff, and you being so thin-looking and exhausted I wanted to buy it all for you, but I didn't think you would appreciate that so I –"

"Axel," I cut across him, hugging him with one arm and cradling my two enormous chocolate bars with the other, "these are fantastic. What make are they, anyway?" I checked the label. "Hang on... aren't these supposed to be horrifically expensive?"

"Nope," Axel said, clearly lying as he hugged me back, using both arms because, unlike me, he didn't have huge bars of chocolate to hold. "Anyway, forget the price, I'm a brat. Say, uh, what d'you fancy for Christmas?"

"A toothpick," I said simply, hoping that he wasn't planning to splash out on me at Christmas as well. (Splash out sounds really sexual.)

Axel laughed. "Calm down, I won't buy you stuff if you really don't want it."

That was always reassuring, except that he'd just bought two chocolate bars when I only asked for one, and they were both fucking huge, as well. (Not that I was complaining or anything, oh, no.)

"So what do you want for Christmas, this year?" I asked, knowing I probably wouldn't be able to afford what he wanted but still wanting to know.

He grinned at me. "There's a specific someone I'd like to catch under the mistletoe, but other than that, I can't think of anything. Now come on, tell me what you want. Really. Anything at all."

"I wouldn't mind Naminé getting better, um, and going out with Larxene if that's what she wants. I'd also like a housekey, a blade of some sort, an awesome black coat would be nice..." I trailed off. "Sorry, got a little carried away there."

"No, it's fine. The more information I can get, the better." I just went pink and tried to put some distance between me and Axel, but he followed me. Secretly, I was glad. "So tell me, why was Riku threatening you?"

I blinked. It hadn't occurred to me that Axel didn't know the full story. He just stepped in and fixed everything the way that he does. But he actually had no idea what was happening, which was a weird thought.

"Well, you remember my friend Tianne..."

Even when talking about Tianne, one of my least favourite things to talk about, Axel made me feel warm, and loved.

xxx

There has been a worrying amount of people saying that Demyx deserved what he got. I mean, I know he was prancing around advertising himself, but come on, people, have a little sympathy. (I jest. Mostly. I love you guys, don't ever change.)

I apologise for the light Twilight-bashing, I love Twilight fans. I hate Twilight, but I'm not going to spew my hate all over the place, so don't panic.

I've been writing a lot of oneshots lately. Go and check them out, but first review here. And someone should buy me WAY too much chocolate as a quick gift.