Author Notes: Third chapter! Roxas is going to have his stone exterior chipped away slowly by the same dude that helped to build it in the first place. Oh what chaos will ensue!

Disclaimer: r3 doesn't own any of the Kingdom Hearts/KH2 characters, nor any of the Final Fantasy ones. She does however have a friend who's turning himself into Reno. Same hair, same suit. Not as good looking though. Shame that. But, anyway, only the random, never-seen-anywhere-but-this-fanfic characters are of r3's creation.

Story Notes: This is an AU with slash pairings, mature content, swearing and often random ramblings that make no sense whatsoever so don't worry too much. Sometimes in the AU-verse there will be little mentions of the games, including spoilers and what I would like to happen in KH3, because we all know that it'll happen! There may even be sexual scenes and what-not, so you have been warned. Now, prepare to read on!

Nobody's Loveletter

He was just so annoying! He'd always acted as if he was better than everyone else. It was like he walked on everyone's personal glass ceilings, grinning down at them from above, with those bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle and glisten when the right light hit them and he was in just a certain mood that set them off with an inner fire that could send anyone weak at the knee joints for weeks just thinking about them.

It was sugar coated diamond sprinkles in his eyes.

It made him feel sick.

Head rested upon one of the many soft pillows of his bed, staring up at the ceiling that was hidden somewhere in the shadows of his room. What little light there was shone in through the gap in the curtains at his bedroom window. Expression was set into a scowl, glaring up at the ceiling he could barely see. It was late, but he wasn't tired. Everyone else had gone to bed, or home, or at least were in their respected rooms. At least he knew in the room next to his own there was only one body laying in the bed, nestled happily within the blankets. Cloud had had to carry the lump up the stairs to bed since he'd fallen asleep on the lounge carpet about an hour after Riku had left.

He really couldn't understand why he disliked the man so much. There was just a lingering sense with him that made Roxas just feel so uneasy around him. It was strange, because Cloud really was good with Elra, and didn't seem the type that was going to up and sleep with every woman on the block and then some.

However, he could understand why he disliked him. It must have been a personal vendetta he'd devised when he was younger when those green eyes were first set upon the blond. It was like a goal in Axel's life to just piss Roxas off in every way possible. Even to the point where Roxas missed out watching the punk get beaten up by someone else that disliked the redhead.

Just thinking about him made him angry.

"I hate him!" was whispered in the darkness. "I hate him! I hate him!" With every word his voice got louder, until he forced himself to roll over and bury his head in his pillow to muffle the constant repetition of 'I hate him'

The door opened. It was so quiet he didn't hear it. It may have been louder than he thought though, he did have a cushion over his head. He could hear her voice though.

"Hate who?"

He sat up so suddenly that it made him feel dizzy and a hand was lifted in reflex and flew to his head to stop himself from fainting. One blue eye looked at the pale girl that stood in his doorway.

The way the light shone behind her; her golden hair. She looked almost like an angel.

There was a slight smile on her face, but she seemed a little frightened. It looked as if she was turning to go.

"I'm sorry. I've bothered you. I'll leave," Her words were quiet and soft. He liked her voice.

"No, its alright. Did I wake you?"

Naminé was still wearing the white clothes she'd been wearing at dinner. She hadn't been to bed yet, unless she slept in her clothes.

Roxas shook his head and gave her a warm smile, although it took a little effort to force it onto his lips, encouraging her to talk. He'd only met her a few times and noticed that she didn't say much.

She smiled back. The smile acted like a catalyst on Roxas' own and made it feel more comfortable on his own lips. "I-I actually just wanted to ask you something," she said meekly.

A brow was raised. "Yes?"

"That boy. With the red hair..."

"Axel?" he said, guessing that was who she was hinting at. "What about him?" Smile faded a little.

"Are you really friends with him?"

Was she serious? Never would he ever be friends with that arrogant, stuck up, bastard of a moron. "Not really..."

Naminé sighed softly and gave a light nod. She was standing a little more casual in his doorway now. "I've seen him hanging around my school sometimes, but he goes to Radiant Garden like you doesn't he?"

Oh that's right. The blonde girl went to Balamb Garden, at least he thought she did from what he could remember from his aunt telling him about Naminé. "Yeah, he's seventeen. He's not exactly the model student, gets kicked out of classes often. He also gets his ass kicked, if you couldn't tell from his state earlier"

The girl nodded, smiling a little. "The boy was called Lexaeus right? Rumours that a boy named Axel was going to get pummelled by some Lexaeus person reached even my school. Nida even left school early so he could get photographs of the fight. Zone was going to go with him, but got detention for reading a girlie magazine in class"

Roxas hadn't noticed before, but once she got comfortable, Naminé actually had a lot to say. She wasn't exactly the quiet and timid girl Roxas had labelled her as. Shuffling over on his bed, he patted the mattress, beckoning her over to come and sit and share more of her story of how much of an asshole Axel was at a school he didn't even go to.

At the invite, she came closer, sitting on the edge of Roxas' bed. However, by the time she was feeling extremely sleepy, she was laying on her back on his bed, staring up at his ceiling with the blond teen beside her. They both were laughing and joking. They'd found a common ground and Roxas learned that this daughter of Cloud wasn't so bad.

And from her he'd even learned that her father wasn't so bad either. Roxas had decided to give him a chance and let this new father figure settle into his life.

"I didn't know that about your mother. Your dad seems so happy, even with that happening to him," Roxas sighed softly, turning his head to look at the girl. "I understand how you feel. Both my parents died only a few years ago"

He couldn't believe he was telling her this, but with Naminè's mother being deceased too, he felt that they had even more of a common ground than just knowing Axel was an ass. The young girl even took him by surprise when her soft hand slipped into his.

"No one ever dies as long as we remember them," she said softly. Her blue eyes sparkled and glistened with just a minimal amount of light hitting them from the gap in the curtains. Just looking at them reminded him of a different set of eyes that sparkled in such a way. But they seemed to hold a different effect on him than these blue pools did. The blue eyes watching him were softer, filled with an inner light rather than an inner fire.

Try as he might, a yawn crept up on him and broke the eye contact between the two teens as Roxas gave a big yawn, showing just how tired he was. With a chuckle, Naminé sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her hand slipped away from Roxas', both placed flat on the blanket and she pushed herself up into a standing position. With a few steps, she was at the door again. Pausing, she looked back to the other blond and smiled sweetly.

"Was nice talking with you Roxas," she said. "Goodnight"

"Night," he replied as the girl slipped out of his room and closed the door silently behind her. Eyes turned to the digital clock that sat on the bedside stand. They'd been talking for nearly two hours. Looking to his window, he was surprised that the sun wasn't rising yet. Then again, it still had at least another hour until that happened.

- - -

There was noise in the background somewhere. It was like a buzzing in his ears. Whatever he was laying on wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, plus there was something behind him that moved in a steady rhythm and something heavy was resting on his waist. Letting his eyes slip open, they scanned around in search of something familiar.

It was a faded black t-shirt, old and worn. There was a tear at the seam on the side and the stitching on the left sleeve was coming apart considerably.

It was hanging over the back of a wooden chair he didn't recognise though.

Trying to move, the weight from his waist leapt down with a little jingle of a bell. A long, fluffy white tail walked past his face. There was a sleepy groan from the weight behind him. Sitting up, only to end up sliding off the side of the broken and old couch onto the floor, the body that was asleep behind him rolled over and spread, taking up the free space.

"Demyx..." muttered Axel, running fingers through his mussed up red locks.

"Ah, I see we're awake," came a voice from somewhere across the room.

Green eyes shot across to met one cold, hard eye, the other was hidden behind a mop of blue-grey hair. A cruel smile formed on the man's lips while he leaned forwards on the old chair, hand reaching out to brush the furry cat as it walked passed. It was all black apart from the pure white tail.

"Good morning to you too Zexion..." was Axel's mumbled reply as he slowly stood up, pausing for his hand to reach for his head as he was struck by a dizzy spell. "How much did I drink last night?"

The feline nudged Zexion's hand with it's nose, purring like a motor engine. "I think it is more along the lines of 'what did you drink last night', Axel" Zexion replied smugly, scratching the cat behind the left ear.

The pair glared at one another for a few moments, the silence only broken by a loud snort as Demyx rolled over onto his back and proceeded to snore like thunder. Leaning over, Axel reached down and pinched the older man's nose, causing him to cough and splutter. Across the room, Zexion gave a chuckle.

Somewhere between the worlds of sleep and awake, Demyx opened his eyes. "Wha' you do tha' for?"

"Wake up call," Axel said while pulling on the soft shirt that Roxas had once worn. Without thinking, his fingers traced over the worn fabric. "What time is it?"

Zexion was settled back in the old black armchair. Demyx, half naked, was sitting upright and making little noises to the cat, who promptly trotted over, leaping up into the blond's lap. When he received no reply, Axel cleared his throat.

"About three," replied the blue haired male. One leg was resting on the other as he leaned back in the seat in a very 'schemer' like position. "Larxene came round earlier. Said there was some party going down tonight at some kid's house and wanted to know what idiots were going to be crashing it. Naturally, you were first on the list Axel."

Demyx sniggered. "Well, he needs some way to rebuild his pride after what Lexaeus did to him. By the way dude, you totally deserved it," The male looked to the cat that was happily being petted on his lap and he changed his tone of voice to something reminiscent of a woman talking to a baby. "We warned him, didn't we Pizza, but he didn't listen, did he? Oh no he didn't. Axel is a silly widdle baby, isn't he Pizza? Yes he is. Yes he is."

A look of disgust, mixed with fear and confusion was shot at the older male before he went back to looking for his lost sock. "I think your the baby Demyx with the way you talk to that stupid cat," Axel said as he crawled over the collapsed back of the old couch that the pair had been sleeping on in the basement of Demyx's house.

It was a cosy enough basement, converted as a place for Demyx to 'hang out' with his friends. The sofa was nearly falling apart, there were a few beanbags scattered around, and Zexion sat in the only chair. There was a drum kit stashed away in the corner, and a guitar rested in a stand near a small amp with beer cans on the top. Infact, there were a few beer cans scattered around the place, as well as a few bottles, some of which had contained alcohol.

Demyx pouted at his feline companion when Axel deemed it a 'stupid cat', and scratched both of it's ears. "Pizza is not a stupid cat, are you Pizza?" he asked, as if the feline was actually going to respond to him. The only response Demyx got from him though, was a rumbling purr. Easily amused was Demyx's cat though.

The lost sock was retrieved, and Axel was dressed again. Plopping down on the couch beside Demyx and Pizza the cat, he began pulling on his boots, the only thing that Elra hadn't managed to find a replacement for.

Speaking of Elra, he had to go and collect his clothes from her today.

He hoped she hadn't taken it upon herself to deliver the goods to his home though. He was avoiding his mother already, he didn't need another reason added onto the list because he wasn't home when someone came for him.

It was one reason he told anyone that wanted to call for him at home not to. He usually wasn't there.

"I might actually go," he said, setting his feet on the floor and leaned back on the sofa, only to fall all the way onto his back and stare up at the ceiling above. It was covered with various rock, metal and punk band posters. The ceiling was low enough for Demyx to reach to stick them up there. There was just enough room to stand up down here. "It might be fun, might score too"

Zexion sniggered. "Yeah, with Lexaeus' fist," was his smug comment.

"I think I've had more than a first date with that, thank you. So who did Larxene say was going?"

The mop haired male paused to think for a few moments. There would have been silence if not for Demyx cooing like a first time mother at his feline companion. "Elizabeth..."

The red head scoffed. Of course she was going. It was her fault he had had a paper snack the other day at school. And got kicked out of class for it.

"Lank and Port from Balamb Garden..."

While Zexion was mentioning names that he knew of that were going to this 'party at Hayner's place', Axel lit himself a cigarette, taking a deep inhale, taking in his first lungful of poison that day. He was no longer really listening to the twenty year old, but now and again nodded his head as if he were.

"I think that's everyone she told me about," he said, finishing off his list. He'd stopped talking about a minute ago, noticing Axel was no longer paying attention, and thought maybe he should announce to the redhead that he had indeed finished talking.

"You do know if your going partying it means going home for a change of clothes," Demyx said, his attention drawn away from his cat. "Your not borrowing any of my things anymore."

"Nor mine," Zexion added.

With a sigh, a heavy one, Axel sat up and crushed out the cigarette in the already overflowing ashtray on the little table infront of the couch. "Its Saturday, she'll be out. I can sneak in, grab a few things and find somewhere to change"

Maybe Elra would let him use her bathroom. Since Roxas was Hayner's friend, it was most likely he was going. Axel could just lie and say he was going with him and change in her bathroom. He had to pick up his clothes anyway and drop off the ones he'd borrowed from Roxas, although he was feeling very reluctant to return the shirt. It just felt so right to be wearing it.

- - -

There was a constant thudding sound from the stairs and a shout of 'I'll get it'. He really wasn't paying attention, he could guess who was going to be at the door. Instead, blue eyes looked to the mirror as he applied the gel that would keep his hair in his favourite spiky style. Hayner had called about an hour ago saying that Roxas was needed to help set up for the party he was throwing. Roxas knew that Hayner's parents had said he could have a few close friends around. Oh how surprised they were going to be when they found out almost the entire teenage population for miles around were going to be invading their precious, newly renovated, swimming pool addition, extended home.

So here he was, getting ready for a party he wasn't really feeling up to attending. But his friends were going to be there and he couldn't let them down.

But there was going to be one couple there that he really didn't have to put up with. He had to live with one half, the other was around so much he might as well live here too.

Falling to sit on his bed, Roxas sighed, shoulders heaving slightly. It wasn't that he was against them. He really didn't care that they were too boys when he really thought about it. Sure, it weirded him out a little, especially when he thought about it too much, but it was a different feeling of dislike towards them.

He couldn't be jealous could he?

Olette had been showing her interest in him for a while now. If he was really feeling lonely, then why wasn't he perusing her? She was a pretty enough girl, but for some reason she didn't stick in his mind in that way. Infact, there were few females that did.

Naminé did though.

Not because she was pretty, but she had eyes that reminded him of someone. They were a shadow in his mind, a hazy figure. No name, no face. There was a nobody in his mind, and they were stuck there like a reoccurring dream. Whomever this person was, they left a fuzzy feeling inside of him that Roxas just couldn't explain.

Maybe he really did like someone. He just hadn't realised he did yet.

Well, wherever his thoughts were going, they were broken by a knock at his door.

"Its open," he said as he pulled on his jacket. Turning to look at the figure in his doorway, a pair of eyes looked at him in a way that left him feeling weak at the knees.

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Author's Notes: I'm in writing mode x3 As for Demyx's cat, I have this weird feeling that I want to call a cat 'Pizza'. I already live with more than enough cats, all with weird names. But Pizza just seemed to fit. As for the colours of the kitty, there is a cat near where I live with the exact opposite colours to Pizza. It's all white with a black tail.

Also, Demyx and Zexion are not in a relationship. I wanted someone else to be there when Axel woke up and he was the first person I could think of.

And before anyone asks, no Roxas is not falling for Naminé. She has eyes that reminds him of someone else.

Riku: Again I do not feature in this chapter.

Sora: At least I wasn't a gumdrop this time...

Oh, and there are minor FF8 characters mentioned, four in total. Cookies go out for everyone that's found

Axel: -singing- Gumdrops and rainbows and whiskers on Pizza. Soft warm mittens and muffins with cookies!

Hope to see you all again soon!