A/N: Yeah. RosalynAngel (You guys know her.) pointed out that…well, basically that my punctuation sucks. I'm fine with it. But if it honestly bothers you guys, I'll strive to be a better author and pretend I know what the fuck I'm doing. Other than that…let's watch the show.

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I hate everything about you. – Three days grace

"No! Don't let that door close!"

-click-

Riku sighed. "Fuck!" He glared at Axel, who had just entered, nearly saving him from this prison; however, he had failed completely. To make matters worse, they were now stuck with one another. He had been stuck in the room for the thirty minutes already and was so looking forward to escaping when bozo the clown entered.

"Great." He ground out. "Not only am I stuck here, but I'm stuck here with you." He went to his bag, which he had thrown angrily across the room when he realized he was stuck, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Axel stared between the door and Riku, his face contorted into one of his stupid, confused faces. "What do you mean stuck?"

"Would you like me to spell it out for you?" The lunar-haired asked before lighting the white stick and inhaling.

"You mean it's locked?"

"No, I mean there's peanut butter in the door jam." Riku sneered.

Axel smiled annoyingly. "You're so cute when you're being a dick." He said in his trademark peppy voice. He crossed to the other side of the room, pushing all the books accumulated on a desk to the floor before hopping onto the table and sitting down. Apparently, he was blind because there were several chairs in perfect disuse.

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"Oh, look! An empty hall with a library cataloging room, and no teachers in sight! How convenient!" Sora said happily. "I only ever thought those came in movies. Shall we set up?"

"I did drag this card table all the way from the t-building." The t-building was only really a forty-five feet away from where they were now. Roxas just liked to complain. He dropped said table on the floor carelessly, looking over to Sora expectantly. "Help me." He demanded.

"I'm setting up the chairs." Was the only response he received.

"This table is sent from hell to kill me. I can't open it by my lonesome."

"Well then wait." Sora said, finally getting the chairs to prop open and stand on their own. He moved over to his completely hopeless friend, pulling on one of the legs, smirking in satisfaction as they all popped out. "Was that so hard?" He questioned.

His blonde counterpart snorted. "You make it look easy."

"Whatever. Give me the cards. You can't shuffle to save you life." He said, holding his hand out for the cards, and fervently ignoring the shock that course through him when his tan fingers brushed against Roxas' pale ones.

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Flick, snap…flick, snap…flick…

"Stop it!"

"What?"

Riku growled, trying his best not to let Carrot Top get on his nerves. He had been playing with his lighter for the past ten minutes, proving to do nothing save drive Riku further into distraction as he tried to sleep this hell away.

They had been in here for the better part of an hour. They had yet to say anything to each other, both of their days having worn them into a quiet sort of melancholy depression. Riku had actually felt ballsy enough to try to catch up with the good Sandman, though with the constant clicking Axel's retarded Zippo kept making he was beginning to doubt himself.

…snap…flick, snap…

"Oh, you mean this." …flick, snap…flick, snap…flick, snap… "Hollywood, is it bothering you? Maybe I should stop." He continued nonetheless.

Don't kill him. Don't kill him. DON'T kill him. His mind said repeatedly. It had become his mantra in the last nine and a half minutes. "Stop calling me Hollywood, you egotistical pig." The silver haired teen ground out.

Riku could feel Axel smile through his closed, creased eyes. "It cuts me deep when you call me that, Hollywood."

He yelled in frustration, reaching to the shelf behind his head where he could grab one of the thick books and chuck it at the other. "I warned you, fuck-face…" He screamed standing up and marching to Axel. "Stop calling me that! I hate it nearly as much as I hate you!" He kicked the lighter out of Axel's hand, which he was stick flicking and snapping then watched it skitter under one of the bookshelves.

"What the hell?" Axel yelled. He stood, too, coming to loom over Riku ominously with blazing poison green eyes. "That was my lighter!"

"Another helpless classroom will be saved from your stupidity with fire then."

"I should beat the daylights out of you!" He snarled, but his face changed rapidly into a look of cold amusement. "That would certainly take care of another streetwalker."

Axel threw a punch at him unexpectedly, but he underestimated Riku's ability to dodge, missing him by a long shot. Riku came back quick, though, looping his arms under Axel's and clasping his hands behind the masses of red hair. "Don't mess with me today Axel. I've had enough shit without your mouth."

"Would it make it better if I offered dick too?" Axel ground out, struggling to free himself from the other's hold.

Riku nearly grabbed the back of his obnoxious red hair so that he might slam his head up against the nearest wall. 'Three strikes, Riku'. His uncle's voice rippled through his mind. "You're not worth strike one." He said as he threw the redhead away from him angrily.

Axel smiled up at him, ruthlessly. "What's the matter? Don't have it in you? Been too busy to sleep?"

"You don't know anything, Axel!"

"I know enough." He leered. "You look good in eyeliner." He, then, winked at Riku who was steaming with rage and indignation. He grabbed the back of his pale neck, immobilizing him instantly, crashing his lips to the other's harshly. He broke away from him almost instantly, still holding onto the back of Riku's neck. "You should wear it for me sometime."

He let go of Riku's neck, watching as he stumbled away, his eyes aquamarine wide with shock. He wiped his mouth disgustedly on his sleeve, and then glared at the tall man before him. "I hate you." He whispered. "I hate you and I'm warning you now to not come near me unless you really want me to kill you."

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The cards on the table lay forgotten on the table, the owners having run to the door when they heard the fight starting.

"Did you get that?" Roxas asked his friend, confused at everything the two had exchanged.

Sora shook his head, his eyes glazed with thought and perplexity. "No. It's a complete mystery to me."

"Well," Roxas said after a few moments between him and his partner in crime. "I think it's safe to say they've taken a step forward. Maybe you were right." He shifted his blue eyes up to meet the other's lighter set of blue. "This could work, my dear."

Sora smiled, "Have I ever been wrong?"

Roxas opened his mouth to answer him.

"That time doesn't count!"

He closed his mouth instantly, tilting his head to look at the floor like a scolded puppy.

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Axel watched Riku scuttle back to his corner, feeling only a little bad for what had done to him. In any case, it was Riku, stupid, arrogant Riku, who was an ass to absolutely everyone for no reason.

Of course, if Axel was honest with himself he did start most of their fights. In fact, if anyone pressed on the subject toAxel he might even say that Riku was the peaceful one in their hateful relationship (if one could call it that). He would even go far enough to say that Riku didn't deserve half the things Axel did to him, if it weren't for the fact that Riku kicked his ass 55 of the times they fought with one another. Nevertheless, he wasn't pressed, and he wasn't honest with himself. The only thing he ever admitted to himself was that Riku was a whore, who obviously deserved everything ever dealt to him in life.

He sighed. It didn't explain why he was, maybe if only in the slightest way, upset that Riku hadn't returned the kiss, not even for a moment. Not that he had expected him to. Nothing like that.

After all, Riku was violent, and Axel was dangerous. They didn't go hand in hand; they didn't even like each other. They wouldn't change either, not if they had anything to do with it. Though they would never know, they barely had anything to do with anything when Sora and Roxas were around.

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A/N: Wasn't that nice? I love it when I get my way. Especially since I'm writing this. Wouldn't it be terrible if I were the author and didn't get my way? I'd sue myself.

Hope you all liked it. I'm going to go to bed and mull over my lack of heart.

Love yas!

InnocentGuilt