Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, or...really anything mentioned in this chapter.

So without further distractions Chapter two.

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The tires of Axel's Camero screeched to a halt as they pulled up to his apartment complex. Demyx shot him a questioning look as Axel pulled the key out of the ignition.

"I just have to run in and grab some cash," the redhead explained, getting out of the car and shutting the door behind himself. He leaned down and peeked back through his still-open window. "You can stay here if you want. It won't take very long."

"It will if Larxene's home," Demyx retorted, making a face. Axel's face contorted to match Demyx's.

"Yeah, well," he grumbled, leaning against the open window of the car.

"Just hurry up, okay?" Demyx said, frowning at his friend, "I only have-" He stopped, looking at the clock in Axel's car. "Is that clock right?"

Axel hesitated, also looking at the LCD display. "Uh, yeah."

"Oh," stated Demyx dumbly, bewildered, "Take your time then." Was it still only four o'clock? He didn't have to be to work until six-thirty.

"Well," Axel started, both boys still half-spacing out whilst staring at the clock, "You wanna come in for a while?"

"Sure," Demyx mumbled, unbuckling his seat belt and sliding out of the car.

"And I told him- Oh, I'm going to have to call you back, Marly. Axel just got home. Yeah, okay. Bye," Larxene pulled the phone away from her ear and set it on the table, glaring daggers at her boyfriend.

"Hey Lar," Axel greeted shortly, attempting – and failing – a mad dash towards his room.

"Axel," the girl ground out lowly, her voice taking a dangerous tone; 'The calm before the storm,' Axel mentally remarked, desperate for escape.

"H-hey, Lar, I'm kinda in a rush here. Gotta get Dem to work an' all, you know, so we'll talk later, okay?" Leaning forward, he gave the fuming a girl a light peck on the cheek, then turned and scrambled for his room, slamming and locking the door behind himself.

'He ran away,' Demyx lamented, now helpless and finding himself the new target of Larxene's inexplicable rage.

"So," the girl began, taking a meaningful step towards a now-cowering Demyx.

"S-so," he repeated shakily, wincing as Larxene's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, said girl turned and began pacing back and forth in front of Demyx, waving her arms around in exaggeration as she spoke.

"So I took that TV to the pawn shop like Axel told me to," She began, making strange gestures with her hands. Demyx only spoke when he realized she had stopped pacing, awaiting his response.

"R-really," he stammered, watching the girl's flailing hands as if they would smack him.

"Yeah. And the guy started asking me all of these questions," she continued, once again pacing. Demyx had the fleeting thought that she might wear a trench into the floor if she continued for much longer. The thought quickly passes as he realized the girl was again waiting for him to answer her.

"D-did he, now?" Demyx questioned with vague interest.

"Yes. He was asking me questions like, 'How many channels does it get,' 'What size is it,' and 'Does it have a remote?'"

"Is that right?" Demyx suddenly felt like one of those people who talked to their growling dog as if it were really speaking. He had to hold in a fit of giggles at his own comparison of Larxene to a growling dog.

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of him. Demyx glanced down at her feet, disappointed at the lack of trench in the floor. "I mean, really. Do I look like I know these things?"

"Um…yes?" Demyx replied, hoping that was the answer she was looking for. Larxene, however, seemed taken-aback by his response.

"Really?" She questioned, looking at him curiously.

"Uh, yeah! Totally!" He gave her a half-smile and a reassuring nod.

Larxene hesitated slightly, then gave him a satisfied smile and pranced off, grabbing the phone on the way into the kitchen.

Demyx let out a relieved sigh and leaned back against the front door, content with waiting for Axel. Said boy emerged a moment later, looking around the apartment warily for any sign of the PMS Queen.

"She's gone," Demyx offered lazily, then fixed his friend with a steely look, "I can't believe you ran, dude."

"Yeah, well, sorry if I'm rather fond of living," Axel spat back defensively, "She's chased me around with a butcher knife before, you know. I was just trying to avoid a repeat of that." Axel paused as they stepped out of the apartment, turning to make sure the door was locked as something hit the other side of the door, hard. Both boys stared for a moment, then Axel locked the door and they started off down the stairs.

"I don't see why you even bother with her, Axel," Demyx announced as they arrived in the parking lot. He waited as Axel unlocked the car, then slid into the passenger seat and buckled up.

"Actually," Axel began, starting the car and backing out of the parking space, "I'm going to dump her." He finished, shifting the car into drive and speeding off down the street.

"Seriously? Where are you going to go?" Demyx turned in his seat to face the maniac currently driving.

"Well, I was thinking I could maybe…stay with Roxas," He offered, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Roxas?" Demyx questioned, "Roxas, the cool, new, anti-social, friend-of-Sora, Roxas?"

"Well…yeah," Axel nodded, seeming to think that was the end of the conversation.

"Dude, did he offer to house you, or is this one of half-baked schemes?" Demyx arched a dirty-blonde eyebrow at his friend.

"Dude, you've been hanging around Xigbar too much," Axel mocked, his trademark smirk falling into place on his lips, "And it's not half-baked it's…three-quarters of the way done." He said off-handedly, then frowned slightly in thought. "I'll figure something out."

"Yeah, how to make Roxas call you a raving, stalking lunatic," Demyx snorted and rolled his eyes, sitting back against his seat again.

"Hey," Axel held up a hand, waving it at Demyx, "Being a raving, stalking lunatic is what I'm good at." He concluded with a sense of finality, offering Demyx a charming grin.

"Whatever, psycho," Demyx mumbled with a half-smiling, turning to look out his window. Boy, did he have strange friends.