Author Notes: Again, thank you everyone for the reviews! In answer to your question(s) Keysintertwined, its a little of everything you said. I don't know why I kept adding it, you have no idea how hard it is to actually keep the theme going! It seemed an interesting and original thing to do, and an interesting way to start every chapter. I might change it in the last chapter...I might not, depends on how I feel when I get to writing that bit. But it is very, very hard to find things to make either Roxas or Axel 'feel sick'. Usually Axel feels sick over love-dovey couply things, and Roxas just feels sick if he thinks he's turning gay... x3

I'm a moron. You may ignore me now.

Disclaimer: I make no profit. I don't own KH/KH2/FF... I'm poor...

Story Notes: This story is AU with slash pairings, swearing, total and utter ramblings and mature content. If that's not your thing, why are you even reading? I mean, you've even reached chapter seven! If you don't like slash or anything like that, how on Earth did you get here?

Nobody's Loveletter

Sitting under that blue gaze; eyes older than his giving a look of discontent and disapproval. There was just something about the look that made him want to burst into tears, run away screaming in terror, or just beg for a hug. How one man could look at another person like that was beyond him. Even his own father never had a look that spoke volumes without even moving his lips. But this father was different. And the looks he gave sent shivers racing down his spin.

It was a look of a concerned man and a caring father.

It made him feel sick.

Gaze was cast down to his bare feet, toes curling in a very child-like manner; the way a three year old would act when scorned. But there had been no words passed between them yet, which made the situation feel even worse. His body felt stiff and rigid, he just wanted to back into a corner. He felt like he wanted to cry, like he wanted a hug. He felt like he was going to throw up.

"So are we going to explain why someone just walked out at three in the morning? Infact, start from how they got in,"

Hand had slipped away from the light switch and acting as a shield from the light and were now folded across the bare chest. Cloud stood there as a powerful figure, a man not to be dealt with in the wrong manner. He was almost frightening, yet he still managed to give off a soothing feeling, letting the youngster know that there was going to be no violence between them. Even if he wasn't impressed by having a strange person in the house without him knowing.

Roxas swallowed hard at the lump at his throat and concentrated hard on an old stain on the carpet. It was a faded purple, from when a young Sora had bounded up the stairs and spilt blackcurrant juice on the floor. Elra had gone mad and spent nearly an hour trying to scrub it out, but to no avail. "It was Axel..." he said, blue eyes glancing up for just the slightest look at the man.

Cloud sighed heavily. "I know who it was. I recognised his voice. But he didn't come home with you, so how did he get in?"

"Same way he left..."

Eyes narrowed, brows drew closer together. "Don't play smart with me. So what was he doing here?"

Roxas shrugged. "We were just talking,"

"And you didn't think to inform your aunt or I that this boy was coming into the home? I don't know this Axel very well, and despite what Elra says, I'd rather not have a strange boy in the same house without my knowing. I have my Naminé to worry about"

"I don't think you have to worry about Naminé with Axel..." Roxas whispered with a shrug. "She's not his type"

Cloud gave an annoyed look. This 'smartass' attitude Roxas had wasn't very amusing. With a heavy sigh, arms fell to his sides and he walked closer to the teenager. "Roxas...What's going on?"

Staring hard at the carpet, the blond gave a shrug. "I don't know. I told you, my heads messed up right now"

"So you thought it would be okay to let someone in without letting anyone know?"

A shake of the head in reply.

"So why did you let him in?"

"Because it felt right..." he muttered.

Cloud felt like shouting, but didn't want to wake anyone else. He was a light sleeper, especially after loosing his wife, and with the pair talking in the next room it had woken him up. Like the time when his daughter was talking to Roxas, only this time it wasn't his little girl in the boy's room. "How can letting someone in feel right?"

Roxas was on the verge of tears again, staring so hard at the purple stain he thought his eyes would pop out. "I'm not gay..." he muttered.

He quirked a brow at the boy. "I never said you were. What makes you think I think that?"

Head lifted and eyes stared at him. The look on Roxas' face was like a deer caught in headlights. Tears were welling up in his eyes and he rushed to the older man, wrapping arms around his waist and clinging tightly to him. "I'm scared Cloud!" he whimpered. "I'm not like Sora! I'm not! I'm not!"

- - -

There was a dead weight on his legs. Rolling over with a groan, the weight slipped away with the tinkling of a little bell. Laying on his side, arm hung over the edge of the couch and he stared across the room. It was quiet, all except for the rumbling purr from the feline that was now standing on his side, pawing away softly with his front legs. Pizza wasn't the brightest of cats, and would now and again loose rhythm and use the same paw twice, then set back into the repetitive motion until he walked around in a circle and flopped down and began licking at the fur on his stomach.

The world came rushing back to him. Demyx had told him the truth, had allowed him to see just what relationship they had. It was different now. The sexy blond wasn't his to touch anymore. Pulling up his arm, he curled up again, forcing Pizza to slip down from his side, the soft blanket that had been placed over him slipping away as the furry feline slipped down from his side. Big green gaze looked up to him, then the cat's attention went back to cleaning the fur at his stomach and more.

Axel frowned. "That's so uncool Pizza," he said, poking the kitty in the head lightly. For some reason, after talking with Roxas about the fat lump of cat, Axel found himself liking the creature a little more.

Sighing softly, he looked away from the cat to the chair where Zexion usually sat. His whole world had changed over night, and he'd been the one that suggested he end their sexual relationship. Demyx and Zexion just fitted better than Demyx and Axel did. They clicked in 'that way'. He'd say he felt happy for them, but there was a numbness inside of him that quelled that feeling.

"Yo'," came a voice from the stairs and Axel's head flashed up towards the blond, his red hair messed from sleeping on the broken sofa. There was a smile exchanged between them both, and Demyx entered the basement room fully. He was dressed in a black generic metal band t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting black jeans that had seen better days, especially with the huge tears at the knees. "You sleep alright?"

There was some sort of awkwardness between them now.

Axel shrugged. "I'm used to your body behind me," he said simply, staring at the coffee table that was littered with beer cans.

The other nodded and sunk into the beanbag nearest the sofa, close to Axel's head and scooted closer. "Did you really want us to go somewhere?" he asked, his voice genuine. Axel had taken it so strangely when he'd announced that he was having deeper feelings for his best friend. Once Zexion had been forced to sit with him, the conversation changed to lighter subjects; such as Zexion promotion, Demyx's latest song on the sitar, and the terrible teenage party Hayner had thrown. Then Axel had passed out in the chair. Demyx moved him to the couch and covered him with a blanket and he took Zexion with him to bed.

The lilac haired male was still there now, nestled in the blankets and pillows. It was a big thing if anyone ever got to share Demyx's bed. He'd never even taken Axel there.

The redhead just shrugged. "I'm not really sure..." he said, ending with a sigh. There was a slight sadness in his green eyes. "Relationships are hard for me. Especially after..."

"Him?" interjected the older. "Yeah, you told me. I remember one night, you got drunk and you started bawling. You cried your eyes out, because earlier that day you'd seen him, and he barely even acknowledged you"

"He was eating a hotdog and talking to this strawberry blonde woman. She looked really intelligent, so very not his type, but they were holding hands" Axel didn't like remembering that day. He'd waved to the pair and just got a slight smile in return and then they both walked off. Axel felt terrible afterwards and ran straight to Demyx's and got very drunk and smoked an extreme amount of cigarettes. Infact, he could feel the need for that first cigarette of the day crawling over him.

But he didn't know where his packet was.

However, Demyx knew him better and produce a crumpled box from the back pocket of his jeans and offered one to the red with a smile. "We might not of been going anywhere, but your still my friend. I'm entitled to know things about you"

Taking it and sitting up, Axel sparked up then took a deep drag. He smiled as he exhaled. "I know. We might of made a good couple too. Except we don't fit that way. I'm never going to wrap myself up in fucking ribbons for any man!"

Demyx chuckled, and Axel laughed along with him. "It was his idea. I got a letter in my mail that said to go to his house and to let myself in. It said my gift was in his room and he was sorry that he couldn't come and give it to me personally"

"I never thought Zexion was a romantic cad" Axel said with a snicker.

There was a snort from the older. "He's not. Well, not all the time. He has his moments. You remember that day we were all going to go to some concert and he rang us up and said he couldn't come?"

The redhead quirked a brow at this. "Yeah...?" he said curiously.

"He couldn't walk right," Demyx said with a snigger. "He'd invited me around to his apartment and we watched some random movies and then..well..I'm sure you don't need filling in the rest. He'd even bought wine. Wine! Zexion can be a total sap head at times"

He was seeing the man he'd given Demyx up to in a totally new light. "You really like him don't you?" he asked.

Demyx shrugged, though he smiled. One of those smiles that showed that he was totally falling for someone. That someone was possibly the male the two were talking about. "You could say that..." he said, trying to sound naïve.

Axel waved his lit cigarette before the blond's eyes. "Be truthful or I'll stick this between your eyes," He already knew the truth. Now he was just being playful.

"He's in my bed. My bed! What does that tell you?" The older male was amazed at himself for doing what he done that night. Of course, what had happened in that room was nothing young children should worry themselves about. After all, Demyx's parents were sleeping in the next room totally oblivious to their son's exploits.

Axel smirked and leaned forwards to crush out the cigarette into the half an ashtray. It was a huge porcelain ashtray and Axel had managed to break it one day by dropping it from the roof of Demyx's house. Well, they were all drunk and wanted to know what it would take to break such a heavy thing. They only managed to snap it into several pieces, the largest part still used as an ashtray. "I guess I'm just going to have to start looking again. Maybe that cowboy in my class needs a good feeling up..."

- - -

Sunday mornings were usually uneventful. Sora would usually be wandering around at noon when he finally got out of bed with endless amounts of energy which he projected onto anyone around he could find. Elra would be washing clothes or cooking, or whatever she felt like doing. With the additions of Cloud and Naminé, the young girl would be in her room or the lounge drawing or hiding from hyper Sora, and Cloud would either be working or helping Elra. As for Roxas, he'd have his friends over, or go and visit them.

This Sunday however, was different.

Sora had slept Riku's house. The washing machine was rumbling away in the kitchen, but Elra was sitting at the table, both hands curled around a large coffee mug, Cloud standing behind her with his arms folded at his chest. Naminé was the only person who was still doing her usual routine.

Roxas was sitting opposite his aunt looking somewhere between ashamed, scared and upset. Elra had been told about that mornings incident and now wanted to hear everything from her nephew.

"So..." she began, urging Roxas to begin.

The teenager sighed, staring down at the tabletop, but he was so unsure of what to say he remained silent.

"What is this about not being like Sora? Of course your not sweetheart, but what has you so upset?" She sounded so concerned, so worried that something might be bothering her sister's little boy. "And letting Axel in without telling us. Its not that I don't trust him, but couldn't you of waited until the morning?"

"He was throwing rocks at my window," Roxas replied simply, giving her the truth. "As for not being like Sora; I'm not. I can't be that way, I just can't."

Elra looked slightly confused. "Be what way?" Even Cloud was looking confused. After the tears had died down that morning, he'd helped the teen to bed and said they'd talk in the morning. "Sweetheart; Roxas. I don't understand what has you upset that you think your like Sora. There's nothing wrong with my Sora,"

Roxas sighed heavily, feet fidgeting under the table. Hands were clasped tightly in his lap and his focus was still on the surface of the table. "Sora...Riku..." he mumbled. He knew that his aunt knew, he was there the day Sora announced it to her, holding tightly onto Riku's hand. It took her a while to adjust to the news, and for a while she didn't think it true, but it was hard to deny that her little boy liked other little boys. "Axel...He's..." He just couldn't find the words that fit. When he thought he had something, the words just slipped away at his tongue.

With a slight growl, hands lifted and pushed fingers into his hair. He hadn't even bothered to style it that morning. He was still in his favourite t-shirt. The strange smell of Axel still lingered in the fabric and for some reason that he didn't want to admit, it comforted him.

"What about Axel?" Cloud asked, breaking the silence that had fallen in the kitchen. "I thought this was about Sora, not Riku or Axel?"

"Roxas...Is this about Sora and Riku being together?" Elra asked, looking intensively at her nephew. "I thought you were alright with it. Or is Axel trying to break them apart?"

"Sora is too hyper for him, he said..." came the reply from Roxas, who glanced up at the woman, blushing slightly when he realised what he'd said. "But I don't like him like that. I don't!" Tears were welling up in his eyes. "I don't!"

The truth was slowly coming out; piece by piece. Elra gave one of her sweet, calming smiles, a gentle nod and slowly stood up. Walking over to where Roxas sat, she knelt down and wrapped her arms around the trembling boy. "I understand Roxas," With a soothing hand that only a mother could have, she wiped away the tears that were slowly falling from his blue eyes. "You don't have to be frightened of what's happening to you. Its perfectly alright."

"So this is what all the tears are for?" Cloud asked, taking Elra's vacant seat and leaning back in the chair. "That's what's scaring you?"

Roxas gave a slow nod.

He was scared shitless.

He was scared because he didn't want to.

He was scared that it may all be because of one certain redhead with green eyes that shone with a passion, a deep fire within the emerald pools and with just one look could make his knees feel so weak that he'd tumble if he stood up.

"We're not going to think any differently of you at all Roxas," Elra said soothingly, giving the boy another big hug. "And I'm sure your mother doesn't hate you either. I bet they're both smiling so brightly that their son is finding his feet," Her fingers ran lovingly through his hair. It was such a freaky coincidence that she and her sister had sons that looked almost identical, and now it seemed they were having a few more things in common.

"But what about Axel?" Cloud asked. They still needed to review that point, even if they had gotten out of the teenager what was troubling him.

Roxas sniffled. "I don't know..." he admitted sadly, slumping his shoulders. "I just don't know. I hate him. I thought I hated him. I just want to punch him,"

There was a chuckle from the older blond. "I think someone already did that for you"

"Cloud," Elra scolded, although she was smiling softly, trying her best not to chuckle at her lover's comment. "You two weren't...experimenting...or anything last night were you?" she asked curiously. She'd made a note not to walk in on her own son whenever Riku was around, just to be on the safe side. It all seemed like they were growing up so fast.

There was a furious shaking of his head in Roxas' defence. "I hate him. I don't want to kiss him" he said to her, even though he was so unsure now if he even felt any semblance of hate towards the redhead. "I think he likes me, I don't know. I think I upset him last night"

"I think we need Axel here..." Elra pondered, using the table to help herself stand, then brushed of her knees in an automatic fashion. "If he comes around again, tell him to come back in the morning, or at least inform one of us that he's here"

Cloud nodded his agreement. "You know I'm a light sleeper. Just tap on the bedroom door if your letting him in"

Roxas gave a slow nod to show he understood what the adults were saying to him. Cloud wasn't even related to him, and yet he was rather fond of the spiky blond haired teenager.

"Well, now that everything is cleared up, how about you help me peeling the potatoes, hmm Roxas?" Elra suggested, smiling brightly. "Maybe that will help you clear your mind? And Cloud, don't sneak off like that, I still want you to wash those dishes from last night"

- - -

Author's Notes: And so Sunday returned to its usual uneventful self. Axel visited wearing a straw skirt and a coconut bikini, while Sora and Riku found out what the okie cokie was all about!

Roxas: You just HAD to make me gay didn't you?

r3: Do you know how impossible it would be to write an AkuRoku if you weren't? Would you prefer me to turn you into a gumdrop?

Roxas: And you made me a total crybaby!

Axel: I kinda like the sweet, sensitive side of you

Roxas: Your view doesn't count, your dead...

Axel: Yeah, and between writing the Demyx/Zexion fluff, she's writing a narcissistic Sora/Roxas fic, so do eat your words -hands Roxas a fork-

I'm still working on it, but its getting there, however its dirty and rude, so the Demyx/Zexion fic will most probably not be hosted on here...I dunno, I'm THAT lazy x3

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