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Author's Note: The edited version of chapter two. I couldn't believe how many mistakes i found in this chapter. It was really quite embarrassing. Anyhoo, enjoy. (:

-x-o-Chapter Two-o-x-

Axel had never realised how easy German was. Sure, he had already done this work – but his time had been wasted, spending too much time joking and laughing with Demyx. Ah, how he knew he would miss those days with Dem, and Larx and Marly. Well, not particularly Marly. Marly scared him somewhat. The kid's voice was too deep for his personality. Wayyy too deep.

As he finished his last question, there was a crash and in came an out-of-breath boy with hair that looked like someone with gel on their hand and just gone and shook his head up so badly, they would have been bald had they not had such thick hair. His big blue eyes held concern and worry. He wiped an arm over his face, and tried to find an empty seat.

"Excuse me, young lad. But, I don't take nicely to boys just butting into my lessons! Could you kindly explain yourself, please?"

Roxas looked with horror at the teacher. What was he supposed to say? His mouth opened and closed. Like a fish.

"WellyouseemycousinSoraranoffwithoutmeandI'mnewandIdidn'tknowwheremylesso... n... was..."

Roxas stopped speaking as the laughter erupted from the class. Axel laid back in his chair, laughing along with them. The kid was so funny! Even if he was lost, and cute.

The teacher sighed, and placed a rough, gnarled hand on her desk. Roxas looked like he was about to cry.

"What's your name?"

"R-Roxas..."

"Very good. Now, just go and… sit down somewhere.

He nodded.

He looked for a seat again, and eventually found the only place spare. Next to Axel. The boy stumbled over to the redhead, gently rubbing his hair back in place. It hardly made a difference.

"Um… i-is it okay if I sit here?" He asked Axel, looking at the boy with his big baby-blues, a hopeful glint in them.

"Sure, help yourself." Axel replied looking up and flashing him a smile. The boy sat down, and looked at his hands. Axel stared at the boy intently, he could see sparkles in the corners of them where tears were beginning to form, but the boy brushed them away, smearing them over his cheek.

Axel felt sorry for him.

"Do you know what work we have to do?" Roxas continued to look down, and shook his head. "Do you want me to explain it?"

Then Roxas turned away, "Don't bother, I don't have any books..."

Axel was taken aback by this comment. He'd just been rejected. Axel? Rejected? Never! But the kid did have a point – if he didn't have any books, what was the point in bothering?

-x-X-x-

After about ten minutes, Axel couldn't contain himself any longer; the boy had been staring at his hands for – what, like – nine whole minutes? And he looked so fricking sad.

"Hey… Are you alright?" the older boy asked

Roxas looked up to see the redhead looking at him.

"Um… yeah…" He replied, in what he hoped was a way to get rid of the older boy – he just didn't feel like talking right now. Being humiliated in front of the whole class was not something he enjoyed. And now this boy was talking to him and it all seemed too awkward and inefficient.

"Oh, it's just you didn't look too happy."

Roxas looked at the boy again. He was telling Roxas that he didn't look happy. No, literally, telling Roxas that he didn't look happy? Because Roxas sure as hell didn't know!

"So… You're Roxas, right?"

Roxas nodded, turning back to look at his hands.

"Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" The boy held out a hand, Roxas looked at it sheepishly before agreeing to take it. Once he did though, he felt like he was binding some sort of secret contract – only between him and Axel. "So… You're new?"

"Yeah. I moved here about a week ago. You?" Roxas remembered when he had been found, huddled up in the corner of his kitchen, cold and hungry. He had eaten all the provisions they had already had. But, after that, he just didn't know what to do so he used his instincts and crept into the corner, crying.

"Naw, I'm a senior, but the college I want to go to say I need to be able to speak a foreign languge."

'Ah, I thought he looked older…' Roxas thought to himself. He'd been ever so slightly worried that this was one of those schools you saw in those films and all the kids look way older than they are meant to be.

"So, how come you moved here?" asked the intrigued boy, leaning closer to Roxas. Roxas felt somewhat intimidated, and leant back a little.

"My parents died. Two weeks ago." He managed to say it, with only two gulps. And now, he had Axel's pity. Oh what a joyous day indeed. First Old Moley over there, and now pity. Pity, pity, pity. For the past week that was all he got. And he was sick of it. His parents only died. There are worse things, like being sick – being sick's worse than dying. Because it is dying. But slowly, and painfully.

"Oh… I'm sorry, Roxas."

"Don't worry about it. It's fine. I'm not bothered."

Axel raised an eyebrow. Not bothered?

"I used to wish my parents would die," the redhead said, snorting to himself as though he had just made a particularly amusing joke.

The blond seemed offended, and slightly angry. He clenched his fists, but continued to look down at them. He wasn't going to look at Axel because he didn't need to.

"Don't say that. Ever."

"It wouldn't make a difference." The older boy said it with a hint of bitterness, but it obviously wasn't a statement for Roxas to hear, so he ignored it, and just tried to guess. Or maybe he should've just forgotten about it.

The bell rang and students filed out of the class, chatting animatedly about their next lesson.

"Uh, bye…?" He said warily.

"Bye, Roxas."

Roxas walked to the door.

He was determined NOT to be late for his next lesson.