O.M.G. I have, over 100 reviews now. (throws confetti) I absolutely love you all. Whooo I have that many reviews? OMG! I'm so ecstatic! Yes!

Okay, I still have finals to do and everything, but, I never study to begin with so... Yeah.

Warning: Uh, some bad words, angry father, emotional Axel, uh... oh yeah and relatives. lol I'm joking with the last one. xD

Disclaimer: Not mine. It if was, in one of Roxas' flashbacks he and Axel would be making out in the background. Oh yesh ;D

"So you stood there like an idiot?"

"I am not an idiot." I hissed into the phone at Riku. I glared at a maid that was watching me, sending her scurrying away.

"That's what it sounds like. You let him get the best of you. The least you could have done is go to his house."

"…"

"Please don't tell me you don't know where he lives."

"I am not a stalker!" I stomped my foot on the floor. I threw another shirt onto the floor as I looked for an outfit that my father thought was suitable for my birthday. Like I should care to begin with.

"I'm not saying you need to stalk people to know where they live. I mean, you don't know where the person you like lives? That's pretty sad, Axel." Riku snickered on the other side.

"I don't know why I called you." I huffed and threw a yellow shirt on the pile of "to be burned" clothes.

"Sorry. But after your birthday gathering of annoying relatives is over, I'll come over and talk to you about it. I might even let you know where he lives. Roxas does live with Sora and Cloud."

"Oh joy." I rolled my eyes.

"I have to go now, Dad wants to teach me how to make his, and I quote, "super delightfully cake of happiness." Unfortunately, the corny name doesn't match how delicious it is; I'd give my arm for it if my dad didn't willingly make it."

"Hey, bring me a piece. I think after the party I'm going to need some delightful happiness." I heard Riku laugh on the other side, before he said bye and hung up.

Let's see…I have mostly black clothes and my father wants me to wear blue. But I have no blue. The only other color I have is dark red, and some weird green color that matches my eyes. I heard a knock on the door, and I opened it.

"What?" I sighed at the sight of a very ecstatic mother. I know I should be happy for her because my birthday is one of the few days of the year she didn't have to take pills to be happy. But today I just wasn't in the mood to be talking to family members.

"Oh dear, I wanted to know, since the cook is almost done with your cake- oh it's lovely, it's your favorite flavor of ice cream, it's strawberry and its mixed with mint chocolate chip, it's lovely. And I made him go out to go buy blue dye for it since I know how you wanted a blue cake a while ago, but we never got you one, so I wanted to give you a blue one this year and oh I'm rambling." She laughed nervously and I smiled at her. "Anyways dear, what would you like written on your cake? Anything you want is okay, oh and the icing color of it too please."

"Hmm…" I leaned against the door opening. A blue cake… maybe that year was the year I started to like Roxas, and wanted it blue like his eyes. But I don't remember what year that was. Well, if it's going to be blue, might as well have some white, black and blonde in there. Since his hair is blonde and he likes black and white.

I can't believe I'm making the colors of my cake based on Roxas.

"I want the icing on the side of the cake white, on top black, and the writing blonde." I saw something spark in my mom's eyes as she grinned widely. "What?"

"Nothing, dear! What do you want your cake to say?"

"Hmm…" Isn't Happy Birthday just good enough? "Happy Birthday, I guess."

"Okay!" She said happily and skipped off down the hall.

"Axel." I almost jumped as my father appeared where my mom was when I was about to close the door.

"Yes?" I wanted my words to not drip venom, so saying very few words would be helpful when talking to him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Black. I have no other color in my closet."

"We're going to go get you better clothes than that after your birthday." He gestured towards the things I had put on my chair, the clothes that I was deciding between wearing. They were mostly shirts with crude sayings or black baggy pants with chains around them. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'll wear what I want. You're hardly around to see them anyways."

"No; if you're living in my house, you will wear what I deem is proper. But for today, you may wear that crap since that's all you have." He lowered his voice as if he was talking to himself. "I'll have to talk to your mother about the condition of this household." Then he stalked away, and I carefully flipped him off before going back into my room.

"He's so grown up!" I braced myself for the onslaught of pinching cheeks, and sloppy kisses from the abundant aunts and great aunts I had. My grandmothers were leading the pack, being the first to pinch my cheeks at the same time and plant disgustingly wet kisses on my cheeks. Getting away was an option that long ago I had figured out wouldn't matter. I would just be attacked by the males of my family that liked to talk about if I looked manly enough or wanted me to go outside and play some baseball or some other sport with them.

"Presents please!" My mother swooped in to collect the colossal amount of presents from the family members. My whole family was either very rich or high up in the middle class so I got many expensive presents or cards that had a lot of money in them.

The one problem with my family was that there were no kids my age. The cousins were either too old to want to socialize with me more than saying hello or goodbye, or they were too young and sat around playing with toy cars or dolls. I was stuck in the middle, and was always unofficially put in charge of making sure the younger boys didn't run over the Barbies too much.

My birthday was really an excuse for a family reunion, the only part where anyone said 'Happy Birthday' was when they sang it in disunion.

Eventually, the younger cousins would just fall asleep on the floor, giving me time to do the wonderful activity of staring at the wall. The living rooms were always full of the adults who either refused to release their hold of the remote, or relatives I did not want to be around.

"Axel, dear." I felt a hand on my shoulder and didn't even have to turn around to know it was my mom. "If you would like, you can open your presents now. I'm afraid that the other adults have either gotten drunk or are… preoccupied with other things."

"You don't have to try to hide the fact that none of them caring." I answered and she took her hand off my shoulder.

"I'm sorry dear. I always tell myself 'this year will be different. This year my little boy will be center of attention for his special day.' But I guess that won't happen again." She sighed.

"It's okay mom." I got up and smiled sadly at her. Nothing ever worked out for her. Her marriage didn't work out the way she probably wanted it to, and I know that she doesn't like her job and would rather stay home. For once something should go her way, even if it was just something small.

"At least you care." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before turning to go unwrap my presents.

"Oh!" She squeaked happily. "Honey, why don't you open mine first. I wasn't exactly sure what you would want, and I know you already have a lot of lighters and I didn't want to get you one that you already had." She scurried over to the corner of presents and picked up two wrapped boxes. She looked like she couldn't carry them so she put them back on the floor and just pushed them over to me.

"I thought these looked rather cool, and even if you don't play with them, at least they'll look nice in your room." Raising an eyebrow, I sat down on the floor to see what she could possibly be talking about. Ripping open one box, I had to pull out all of those Styrofoam things that stick to you before getting to the present.

It was a large chakram, with large spikes on four sides, smaller ones between them, and the handle in the middle. It was red on the inside and the large spikes were attached to circles. I ripped open the other box, to find a matching one.

"I hope you like them." She smiled at me. In fact, I did like them. Standing up, I grabbed them and started to play around with them.

"Hey, this is pretty fun." I grinned at all the possible things I could do with them. I could probably do some really fun things if I figured out how to get my lighters on it and then-

"Put those down, you'll hurt yourself, or someone." I turned around to see my father standing in the doorway with a frown on his face.

"Oh, he's just having fun. No one else is in the room and it's his birthday." My mom put in and crossed her arms.

"I don't want him playing with those monstrosities on the house. Why did you get him those stupid things anyway? They are hideous." He snorted angrily, making my mom lower her eyes.

"What did you get me then?" I stepped forward.

"What?"

"Don't go insulting mom's present when you probably didn't even get me anything." I narrowed my eyes.

"Dear, its okay, you really shouldn't play with them in the-"

"Don't give me that shit." I turned to her. "You got me something you wanted to get me because you thought I would like them. And I do. Don't feel down because father is being a jackass because he doesn't have the decency to get his own son a present. Got it memorized?"

"You insubordinate little bastard! Don't talk-"

"We want cake! We want cake!" An explosion of chanting came from the other rooms.

"We'll talk about this later. It appears as if the relatives want cake."

"No shit, Sherlock." I hissed as he left the room.

"Birthday-Happy-Axel-Dear-Birthday…" I sat at the front of the long dinner table as the relatives attempted to sing in union the simple "Happy Birthday" song.

"You-to You!" They finally finished.

"Make a wish Axel!" My mom said giddily as she waited with the camera.

I wish that I'll get a chance to tell Roxas how I feel.

I blew out the candles and everyone clapped, and then went back to ignoring me, talking while they waited for the cake.

As I stuffed my face with the cake, I paid no attention to anyone until some relative that I forget whether he's my mom's or father's, said my name.

"What?"

"Why didn't you invite any of you friends over?" I looked at the younger kid who obviously has had birthday parties where everyone single friend he had ever known would come to.

"They didn't want to be around with all of the relatives. It'd be too crowed." I replied.

"Ohhh…" He said as he shoved a piece of cake in his mouth.

"We don't need your friends over anyway." My father had to put in.

"What's so wrong with having my friends over?" I put down my fork and crossed my arms, glaring at him.

"Well, for starters, there's that faggot best friend of yours-"

"Don't say that…" My mom said quietly.

"What? Faggot? That's what he is. It's disgusting." He snorted.

"Don't say that." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't take that tone with me young man."

"Don't call Roxas disgusting. You're the disgusting one." Raising my voice, I noticed some of the relatives closer to us starting to turn their heads and listen to our conversation.

"Don't talk to me like that! You know very well that I am not afraid to hit you." He started to get up from his chair and I shot up from mine.

"I don't care! But don't go saying things like that about Roxas!" I snarled.

"Why? Are you a faggot too?" He laughed, making my mom shift in her chair and stare at the table. Looking at her, I turned back to him with a glare.

"Yeah, I am." I crossed my arms. The room was silent now, and my dad choked disbelievingly on my words. "And…" I stepped closer to him. "And, I like Roxas. Got it memorized? So I don't like when you say things like that about him." I paused as everyone, besides the younger ones, stared at me with gaping mouths.

"What's a faggot, mommy?" The kid that had asked me earlier why I didn't' invite my friends was hushed by his mom as soon as he asked.

"It's not faggot!" I shouted sweeping my arms out. I looked directly at the kid who looked back at me, scared by my outburst.

"You want to know what it is? I'm gay. I like men. Your mom doesn't want you to know that because she thinks that a ten year old like you will be gay if you know about it!" I stomped my foot. "Oh the horrors of it all! You have a gay relative! Surprise, surprise!" I smirked at the expression of everyone.

Then I started to laugh. The stupidity of it all. They suddenly care about me because I'm gay. No, they don't care; they're just interested, like I'm some experiment. They didn't talk to me, or even look at me this whole time, and now that something has happened, they all want to know about it. Oh we have a gay relative? How will this work out? It's like a soap opera to them so now they have to tune in every week with phone calls and visits, to see how my father copes with me and what my life is like. That's how they are; my relatives are never seen unless something interesting is happening. The reason why they all come together for parties? They think it's a family reunion so they can gossip about people they know: each other. They are the disgusting ones. They think I'm wrong- they are wrong in more ways than I am. They are such bogus people.

I turned to my father, still laughing.

"You know what?" He just looked at me.

"I'm not afraid to hit you either." I punched him square in the face, knocking him over as everyone started to talk at once and get up and crowd around him and me.

"Got it memorized?" I snarled at him as he groaned on the floor. Turning I saw my mom's shocked face. She looked at me as I walked by and got up from the table and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

From down the hall I heard her shout my name, but I had already closed the door and locked it. I picked up the phone and dialed Riku's number.

"Hey, sup?" I heard him say on the other line. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing would come out.

"Hello?" Again nothing would come out of my mouth.

"Axel?" And then, for a reason I still don't understand, I started to cry.

"Oh shit, Axel. I'm coming over."

Oh! The suspense! Now, there was no other characters besides Riku in this chapter (he wasn't even there in person) because this was to focus on Axel and his family. Why? Because they would have eventually have to know, and at such an event like a birthday seemed like a perfect way to make it happen. So explosive. :D

I very much like the idea of Axel and Riku being best friends like that. Maybe because I secretly want Axel to be Riku's Nobody but oh well. I just think it works out well like that.

Oh yeah, and those cookies from last chapter? You now get cakes because of the 100 review mark! Yay! And since some of you seemed concerned about Sephy making the treats, I must tell you that in my stories Sephy makes delicious desserts like that. Sephy is also Riku's father, so thats why Riku was talking about baking with his dad. Hehe

So now, what will happen with Axel? What will his father say? What about his mom? Will he ever be able to confess his undying love for Roxas? Next time on, GD! (man, I love saying it like it's a t.v. show. So fun!)

Oh and please review! It makes me want to dance! Although, I won't show you my hideous dancing. I'll just give you more chapters. lol