A/N: Sigh!!! This was a fucking BITCH to write. Ow, it hurt me inside. Nods I'm so not even joking. I was ready to delete this chapter and the entire fucking story half-way through. But I didn't….because I love my fans. And I know there are a few of you out there who would just FUCKING kill me.

POW! I'm dead. And then they would enslave my soul to write it. So I wouldn't get away even in death. It would be fruitless. So I'm staying alive and eating. Because I couldn't eat if I were only an enslaved soul.

Yeah. This is what I think about on a daily basis. I think I need therapy!

Anywho. Here's your story!

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For reasons unknown, the light at the end of the tunnel has been extinguished. - Dunno

Vexen walked into his room with a slow and calculated pace. His face showed to be stony, cool, and maybe even emotionless. When he saw his two students sitting in their chairs, opposing each other from both sides of the room, he shook his head, releasing a deep sigh. He leaned his books above his desk, dropping them suddenly, glaring when he heard Riku gasp in shock. He sat down, opened his drawer and took out their two beakers with their names written across them in Vexen's messy scrawl. He set them down with a harsh 'clunk,' a sneer slowly curling on his lips.

"You're out!" He said in a voice so low his students had to lean forward a little to hear. He grabbed one jar, the one with Axel's name on it, and slowly moved it over to hover above the trashcan that stayed by his desk. "You have both skipped strike one." He said, dumping all of the pipettes into the garbage. "You have skipped strike two." He set the beaker down, switching it for the one that read 'Riku.' "You have gone straight to strike three!" He threw the droppers into the trashcan, setting the glass on his desk again. He stood once more, stalking to stand in front of his desk so he could properly stand over the two of them ominously. "You're out!"

He moved to the table, one that neither of them had noticed before now due to the mountains of science folders that covered it, along with a few ring stands, and wire gauzes. He carefully moved his ring stands, tossing his other small items onto his desk before carelessly throwing all of the folders onto the floor, not bothering to curse the fact that paper scattered out of them all over his floor. He made sure the chairs were empty then turned back to Riku and Axel.

"You are no longer required to sit by each other for a week. Oh, no! You will sit by each other until the end of the semester! And your report will not be three pages; it's going to be eight! It's still required to be front and back on college rule paper. And it will not just be for me!" He shook his head, the sage green eyes narrowing at the two of them. "Oh, no. I have spoken to your English teacher, and we both feel that it would be imperative that your paper not be just for giggles, but that it be for a grade in both of our classes. So, in light of this, it is only logical that your paper be worth 50 of your semester grade in both Chemistry, and English." He took a deep breath, fixing his composure to that which he had entered the room in. "Move you shit over to the table!" He demanded pointing to the table he had cleared just moments ago.

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Much to Riku's dismay Vexen made an appearance in all of the classes he had with Axel. Mrs. Almuerza who already had them sitting together, gave a fat smile and demanded that the two of them work on special projects together for the rest of the year; uncovering the cultures of different, Spanish speaking countries. Mr. Lexeaus set the two in a special table in the back of a room so "Riku could help Mr. Wise catch up in his Calculus work." Vexen demanded that they sit at the table he had cleared off for them in the morning, thinking the folders that he had scattered on the floor were missing now. In English, Xigbar sat Axel right next to him and made them work on their paper, still demanding that their paper over the Ansem reports were due next Monday. Their history teacher wasn't there, but Vexen made Axel and Riku that promise that he would talk to him the next day.

Directly after Riku's seventh hour study hall with Vexen, who seethed throughout the entire day apparently, sat by Riku the entire class time, making sure his work was nothing but perfect, Riku shot out of the school, before any higher official, namely his uncle, could find him. His day had slowly spiral from shitty to hell, he didn't need his uncle to help with that. He just wanted to get to 10th and Hollywood, tune his life out, and go home.

However, as he passed the Q-building of King Mickey High, he heard an all to familiar, annoying voice hollering, "Hey! Hollywood!"

Riku growled, his hands flying to pull on his hair irately, cursing the heavens above him for letting no rest for the wicked. "What?" He snapped harshly, pivoting on his heel instantly, noticing how Axel, the one and only, didn't flinch from him when he yelled like Sora did.

The redhead, hair still wet from the showers he had taken just seconds before after working out in the gym, jogged up to him, his poisonous eyes glowing, as he said, "Let's get started."

The lunar-haired man didn't say anything as he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter, taking a stick out and holding it in his mouth while he lit it. He took a drag, taking the cigarette from his lips. His hands shook a little as his arms returned to his sides with little controlled discomfort. "No." He told Axel, staring at him with, what was surely, wide, scared eyes. Any anger he had felt earlier being replaced by the need to stay away from the demon placed in front of him.

Axel cocked his head to the side, smirking a little, enjoying the other's obvious discomfort. "Why not, Hollywood?"

"Because I hate you." Riku said with finality, taking another drag from his cigarette. He glared one last time to Axel, before stalking away, heading towards 10th and Hollywood, and leaving the other one to stay where he was.

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Sora threw paper airplanes from his place by his computer; his red shoed foot resting on his desk, while blew a spike out of his face. Roxas, his partner in crime, lay on Sora's bed, reading Sora's old game magazines. They had been this way for the last two hours; every once in a while Sora would get and email from one of his friends and he would read the latest joke to the blonde who was staying the week with him (though they hadn't actually told anyone, it just happened that way). Roxas would occasionally throw out a game that he wanted to play, and Sora would mention something he had heard from the several people he talked to through out the day.

Mostly they were trying to ignore the conversation both new would have to be discussed sooner or later. What were they going to do about Riku and Axel?

Roxas puffed his lips out, making his random 'duck face.' He still didn't bring up the subject; instead he found something else to speak about. "I want to do something. I've been through this magazine twice." He said throwing said magazine onto the ground.

"Wanna go to the mall?" Sora asked, grabbing another paper from his printer, folding it carefully, making sure it would get maximum glide time, before launching it into the air.

"Sora, we were kicked out of the mall for a reason."

"Are they going to do a full body scan as soon as we step into the mall?"

Roxas rolled his eyes, snatching one of the several paper airplanes from the floor, crumpling it. "No, but if that Goth store owner is there, we are so in Hell!" Roxas grumbled, chucking the wad of paper at his accomplice.

Sora rolled his eyes, over exaggerating what Roxas had done just moments ago. "What's the likelihood that he'll remember us? Honestly?"

"Sora," Roxas said, as if talking to a small child. "You completely collapsed an entire store full of displays, posters, and shelves. It's not something one easily forgets."

Sora pouted, "You make it sound as if it was all my fault. You helped!" He accused.

"I did not! I was a merely an innocent bystander." At the other's glare, the blonde continued. "Who happened not to try to stop any of the mayhem, laughed like a madman at the scene, and assisted with aiding a fugitive, otherwise known as you." He ducked his head in mock shame, his eyes looking up at Sora through his lashes, in a way that made Sora forget all about their minute problem of Riku and Axel.

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"Zexion!"

Demyx entered his apartment, closing and locking the door behind him, while grabbing a handkerchief out of his back pocket to wipe down the brass knob and lock.

"Zexy!" He called again, walking down the hall of his shared apartment. He looked in the kitchen as he passed by it, noticing the distinct lack of buzzing devices that Zexion found so wonderful. He frowned, his thin, blush lips pursing in confusion. He walked further into the apartment, glancing into his room (Because he had a habit of stealing Zexion's shirts, and the tin haired man always wanted then back) and then in the other man's room, still noticing a distinct lack of Zexion, though he usually left work early on Thursdays. "Zexy!" He cried out vehemently, much like a five year old in a game of hide and seek engaged in finding a hider that would not stop hiding.

"He's going to be home late tonight Demyx!" Some one called from his small living room. Someone who could be trying to find a way to blow up his television even as the blonde stood in Zexion's doorway doing nothing.

"Axel?" He jogged to the television room. "Axel, what are you doing in here? Why aren't you in my kitchen causing mass mayhem?" He asked with his hands on his hips, confusion biting his face in a most unfashionable way.

"Well, I could always remedy your disappointment, my darling." Said Axel sarcastically from his spot he had folded himself into on the couch. He was on the lovely grey loveseat, stomach down with his head turned towards the television so he could watch to short bursts of people that flashed on and off the screen as he flipped through the channels. His long hair, which had looked just smashing this morning, Demyx was sure (Axel was a narcissist when it came to his hair), was now done up in a loose bun that looked as if a small child had attacked him with a hair tie.

Through all of this, the classics signs of Axel depressed state, the first thing Demyx said to his friend was, "Take your boots off!"

Axel made a sound, a mix between labored breathing and snoring, as he picked his feet up off the armrest, before letting them drop back onto the table again. "I can't. They're too heavy." He half-slurred, half-drooled against the cushion; Demyx would have to wash that when Axel left.

The blonde sighed, now having taken a second to calm down, he noticed how absent the redheads normal presence was. He stomped up to him, like the good friend he was, so he could untie Axel's boots, and toss them to the floor with an air of disgust. Axel only said, 'thank you,' where on normal days he was delight in how easily Demyx fell for the depressed scene.

Knowing such a thing caused Demyx to worry. He gingerly made the other move and rotate so that Demyx could sit, while Axel could still lay down with his head in Demyx's lap. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, only having seen Axel like this twice in the entirety of their friendship.

The other sighed, twiddling his thumbs on his chest. "I know this kid." He started, looking down to his perfectly straight nose to watch his thumbs. "And we, uh, kinda hate each other. The thing is, though, I don't want to hate him. I barely remember why I hate him, but I do." He looked up at Demyx, with a frown. "It's just confusing." He finished, upset with his explanation, but content to let the television rob him of his conscious thought.

Demyx watched him for a few more seconds, tilting his head to the side as he saw a foreign expression latch onto Axel's face. What do they call it?

Want?

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Riku started on his way home, stopping by the baker's shop where he hid his worn yellow backpack. He waved at the baker's wife who made sure no one ever touched his bag, and sometimes would leave him gifts for his journey home. He didn't know if she knew what he did every afternoon to late night, but he was sure she had an idea. She obviously didn't seem to mind though. Riku thought she took pleasure in treating him as her child, or chore, whichever; the entire city knew both of her sons had died in a war years ago.

She waved back with a smile on her worn face before returning to her dough. She was preparing for the next day, Riku had slowly come to discover. She did this every night before she went to bed, while her husband cleaned the ovens and countertops.

He shouldered his bag, pulling out his cigarettes. Once one was lit, hanging absently from the pale lips, which were puffy and a little red from earlier, he started walking down Hollywood, making sure to stop at each street he encountered so that he didn't get run over.

He hadn't gone far from 10th street when he heard, "Riku!" and his body immediately froze in its tracks, his heart thumping wildly, his cigarette moving oddly as his lips trembled. He was too afraid to turn around. But when he heard his name again, louder this time, and with more authority, he knew it would be stupid to run. So, he turned on his heal, meeting the faces of Cloud who had called his name first, then Leon who had called afterward, his voice having more of an impression on Riku than Cloud's did, and in so, stopping Riku when he was demanded to.

"Riku? What are you doing out here?" Cloud called, his hand loosely holding onto Leon's. They pulled closer from their place ten yards behind the lunar-haired boy, closing in on Riku, in turn making him feel cornered, trapped.

Riku shook his head, his cigarette finding its place quickly between his fingers as he began to talk. "I, uh, I had some errands to run. Major rushes these days." He said, stupidly, cursing his idiocy as they looked to his hands for his bags, or items.

"Riku…?"

"I decided they weren't worth it. I'll come back for them when I have a car to put my things in." He said, uncomfortably, but he didn't stutter. He smiled at the two, a rare thing for the two of them to see; for some reason, Riku and Leon couldn't be around each other for long without grating each other the wrong way. "I've got to get home. It's late. I don't want to be raped out here in the big city." He said halfheartedly, practically running away from the other two before they questioned him more.

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It was Friday afternoon, the day after all the teachers had put their plan into action by forcing Axel and Riku to sit together, when Kairi found herself walking around from place to place, looking for someone to keep her entertained. She was at school early, due to her mother and her carpooling in the mornings and afternoons. She had had to drop her mother off at work and home was just too far away from the school to make the trip and turn right back around. So, instead, she was biding her time until someone came to take her boredom away.

Unfortunately, she was beyond early; the only thing she met were empty hallways, when opening a door, even emptier classrooms. She was sure there had to be something worthwhile, hiding in the teachers' desks of the rooms she had looked into, but someone had once told her the school was laced with cameras everywhere. It had never been proven true; however, she didn't want to test the theory.

All of her aimless wondering brought her to the K building, where the science labs were located. Most of the teachers' doors were locked, giving Kairi the inclination to think that maybe science teachers were too paranoid for their own good. However, as she reached the last room in the building, Mr. Vexen's, she found the door hanging wide open, with light falling out onto the dimly lit hallway floor. Like a bug drawn to light, she went towards it, her eyes taking great curiosity in what lay in Vexen's room so early in the morning. It was just so odd to see someone larking about the school before even most of the teachers.

She looked in the room, noticing first off that Riku and Axel were in the far corner, at a table that she had never known to be in Vexen's room. Axel sat facing her friend; his hand buried in his long fiery hair, with his other hand resting over a sheet of paper. She saw his lips move randomly, his eyes flashing to look at his paper then back to Riku, but the other would have none of it. He kept his clear eyes glued to his homework, giving no hint or care that Axel was asking him questions.

They are barely in their future.

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At lunch that day, after Naminé and Roxas had abandon their table for Axel, then Riku had sat down with them, Kairi gave Riku a withering glance, her curiosity re-sparking the instant she saw him.

"Riku, why were you in Vexen's room this morning?"

The eldest of the group caught her gaze, his managed eyebrows creasing in confusion on how she would know, she supposed. When Sora's eyes came to join in the staring contest, he quickly grasped reality with a shrug. "I'm in Vexen's room every morning." He said simply, without another thought.

Kairi opened her mouth to further her interrogation, but Sora cut in instantly, an indignant look on his face as he turned in his chair to face Riku. "Since when have you been going to Vexen's in the morning?" He demanded.

Riku glanced at him, his eyes masked and hardened. "I've been going for the past two weeks. Why?"

Sora shook his head lightly. "You never told me that."

"You didn't need to know."

Sora scoffed, glaring at his friend in a hurt manner, but Riku didn't notice. He simply ate his sandwich, staring at his plate and nothing else. He shook his head, his brown spikes falling around his face, and his bottom lip sticking out just a bit further than his upper. He threw himself back against his seat, thinking over what Riku had just said.

'You didn't need to know.'

…It didn't used to matter.

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Sora sat in Cloud's apartment, with Cloud and Leon. It was odd for them to be in Cloud's apartment. They usually spent their time in Leon's house, because, well…because it was a house. But something had tickled their fancy and they were now at Cloud's place.

They weren't actually doing anything. They were only sitting in the kitchen, with coffee, water, or some fizzly soda that Sora brought over every time he visited. Leon and Cloud were talking quietly over something only the two of them knew about, while Sora mainly just thought. He thought about Riku, and his slowly growing absence from the brunette's life. He and Riku had been fighting an awful lot over the past year. At first there arguments were controversial, started by Sora spending time elsewhere, never being around anymore, or the other way around. But lately, it was getting ridiculous. The drop of a hat had them arguing.

It hurt really.

"We ran into Riku late last night." Cloud said randomly, bringing Sora out of his reverie, with his soft voice.

Sora looked up to the platinum blonde, his eyes curious. "Really when?" He asked, hoping maybe it would lead him to the reason Riku was so aloof.

Cloud shrugged, returning his attention to his and Leon's interlocked fingers. "That was what was odd. It had to be close to midnight." He said, stroking Leon's long thumbs.

Sora's eyebrows furrowed. "Where was he?"

Cloud stopped in thought, tapping Leon's hand idly. When he couldn't think of it, he looked to his boyfriend for help. Leon sighed and said, "Close to Hollywood and seventh, around the bakery, close to the Cinema 17." Cloud agreed with him, nodding his head to show that what Leon said had to be right, because he was the one who knew where everything was in this city.

The small brunette didn't see any of that though. After Leon had said Hollywood, something had sparked in his mind.

Hadn't Axel always called Riku, "Hollywood?"

Why Hollywood…?

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Over the next week and a half, Axel never stopped trying to get Riku to talk to him about his life, love, and tragedies. The obstinate redhead seemed determined to ruin every single one of his school days. While Riku may have been trying to keep his cool, he was losing his patience rapidly with each second that the overgrown Raggedy Andy doll opened his abnormally large mouth.

Today was no different. He had spent all day ignoring the random questions, such as:

"Where were you born?"

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Why don't you answer my question?"

"Does you mommy know you're stuck up brat?"

All of this was enough to make Riku consider murder, then maybe suicide to get away from Maleficent's; he was sure that would count as both strike one and two for his uncle. Needless to say when the day was over, he was more than thrilled that he was closing in on a weekend. No school, no homework, no friends, no uncle, no six foot five, annoying, redhead to…

"Oh, Hollywood!" Came the singsong voice behind him as he made his way passed the gymnasium. He would have to make a note to himself to find a different escape route home. Until then…

"You're not going to follow me around like a lost puppy dog! I'm not going to divulge my life to you just because Vexen wants us to be all chummy! Fuck off!" He told the taller one, his fists clenched in agitation.

Axel adopted a look of command, crossing his arms over his chest. "No! That's exactly what you're going to do!" He told Riku, as if there was no other choice for the smoker. "In case you haven't noticed, this isn't just for Vexen anymore! It's going to hurt two of our grades! Science and English! I'm not going to fail again just because you're too withdrawn from the world to talk about anything."

"Then you're going to have to make it up! I'm not talking to you." Riku said decisively, walking away in hopes of leaving the redhead standing still, as he had the first time they had had this conversation.

It didn't work as well as he had hoped.

"I'll talk to someone then. I'm not going to fail because of you." Axel said, keeping up with Riku perfectly, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he walked as if Riku and him had been friends for ages. He smirked at the younger man, knowing how upset he must be growing.

"Who are you going to talk to? My uncle? First off you wouldn't talk to him if your life depended on it. Secondly, my uncle doesn't know shit about me. Not anymore." He shook his head, pushing Axel away from him, when they started walking too close for his comfort.

"Fine. I'll talk to your little friend. Seeing how much he knows should be more than interesting."

"You can fucking leave him out of this."

"Then you can start giving into my will." Axel smiled, not fearing to look into the angry eyes, which glared at him with hatred.

For a few moments they only looked at each other, willing the other to give in. Axel only grinned, his hands still in his pockets, completely relaxed about this altercation. It only served to irritate Riku more, his mind slowly screaming, 'get him to leave'. He growled. "How about this? I'll write my paper, and you can write yours, and a week before we'll switch and you can add your cute little opinions and I'll add mine."

"He's giving it to Xigbar! You think he hasn't noticed our writing styles? Hello dip-wad!" Axel yelled, shaking his head humorously.

Riku took a step closer to Axel, pointing his finger up at his face. "I'm not going to divulge my life to you! Get off my back! Make it up if you have to! No one else knows my life and I'm not going to shed my secrets to you!"

Axel grabbed his arm, pulling his even closer. He knew he didn't hate Riku, and that he really didn't want to be so cruel to him all the time. But Riku had a weakness, a weakness too useful to pass up. "Why not? I know what no one else does. It's a good start." He said.

Riku forgot about the library. He didn't try to back out, but he didn't try to hit him either. On hindsight he wouldn't know what came over him, but he leaned up, just a bit, so close to the other he could practically feel his breath. "You wouldn't get me." He said, before his mind blanked, and he reached onto tiptoe and pressed a quick harsh kiss to Axel's lips.

Axel scoffed. If he had been under the same impulse as Riku he didn't stay that way. He pushed Riku away from him forcefully, causing the silver haired man to fall. "No one's as complicated as they make themselves out to be. Maybe if you would sit down and breathe you would see that." He was too angry to stay there anymore, so he wiped his lips, and stormed off leaving Riku, just like Riku thought he had wanted him to.

Riku, suddenly, didn't want to be alone anymore.

"Just because it's not complicated doesn't mean it's easy." He said to himself, pulling the dead grass under him, before tossing it into the air. He didn't care that it would be in his hair, on his jacket, or in his backpack. He'd have to care about people to do that.

He decided he didn't care about anyone, anymore.

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At home, over the weekend, Riku didn't go out once. Axel's parting words had stuck with him, for some absolutely retarded reason. He had spent the entire weekend pondering whether his life really was hell, or if he himself had made it that way. But pondering this while caring for Sephiroth tended to make him think that there was no possible way this could be his doing. Surely, some god must be out for his soul to make so many terrible and gruesome things happen to him. Sunday afternoon especially proved this:

He had woken to Aerith yelling for him, as he nearly always did what she was there. However, unlike previous times, she had gotten it under control before he could break through the door. His proof standing true when he heard Aerith's soft voice from the other side of the door. Riku stood there, hand hovering over the doorknob. He didn't know what possessed him to stop, to listen. These days he had been doing many things he hadn't quite been sure of the reasons.

Still he heard her voice.

"When will you let me take you to a clinic?"

"Never." His brother wheezed so softly he could barely understand what he had said through the thin doors in their house. "There's no point. It won't help." He was sure of this. Really, Riku was as well. There was no help for his brother.

"How are you so sure?"

"How much of that tranquilizer did you use? More than half." He demanded, his point being made when she didn't answer. She didn't answer because she knew what he was getting at. Sephiroth was becoming nearly completely tolerant to his tranquilizers.

"You're brother doesn't need this." Aerith tried to appeal to him. It was a poor attempt. Riku hadn't really been there for his brother in the past year and a half. He doubted that he would really even care if it affected Riku at all. "He doesn't even know how to deal with this, Sephiroth."

"I won't go, Aerith." He said firmly, in a tone that demanded no argument. "Stop this. Riku's fine. I'll be fine. We'll be fine…until I go."

Despite Sephiroth's sharp tone, Aerith continued, trying desperately to get the older of the brother's into a clinic. "How are you so sure? Have you seen him? He's fading more with each breath." She said softly.

Riku stopped listening then, not wanting to hear what else was said. She found him weak. His brother didn't care about him. No one knew him anymore! He was slowly becoming a faceless wanderer who would rely solely on the random men who picked him up. He would never get out of here! Never! There was no life after this! There was nothing after this. There was no him, after this.

There was no way that he could change this. It wasn't something he could get out of.

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The next day before calculus, Riku saw Sora talking to Axel. In that small moment, Riku noticed how downtrodden the other looked, depressed to say the least. Then, when the brunette noticed Riku he shook his head and entered the classroom, without even a 'good morning!' to the lunar haired man. Axel just watched him with cool eyes, smirking slowly, then mouthing, "Good job, Hollywood."

Riku only stood in the hallway, the pain he had felt from Sora's outright cold shoulder left him immobilized. The younger had never done that before. He had never walked off and left Riku like that. It was always Riku who left, but never once had he thought it would hurt like this. He always thought the two of them had shared some somewhat retarded, detached friendship that allowed them to have other friends, yet rely on the other when needed, meaning Riku could leave without a thought of his friend. But, Jesus, this hurt!

The bell rang, him robotically entering the classroom, ignoring the firm tongue lashing from Lexeaus. In his seat, he copied the notes thoughtlessly, still unsure of how to deal with the new pain he felt stabbing his heart, lodging a lump into his throat. He looked over at Axel, the spawn of all of this hell. It had to be. He was what caused Sora to do that to him. It was his fault. He told Sora; he told…

The bell sounded; the entire class jumped to get away from the devil that was Calculus. Lexeaus assigned homework as they left. Riku didn't care about the assignment, though. He quickly caught up with the redheaded, pyro, freak, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the building around a corner to a dark secluded part of the school, between the buildings.

"What were you talking to him about?" Riku demanded, pushing Axel's chest. Whatever that snot had said caused this! There was no other way Sora could find out! Sora wasn't that clever!

Axel raised his eyebrow. "Him? Which him do you mean? We have Tidus, and Hayner, and Wakka, and…"

"Don't fuck with me! God dammit, you know I meant Sora! What did you tell him?"

"Riku, I didn't tell him anything."

"Then why did he look at me like that?"

Axel quirked his head to the side, "Like what?"

"You saw him! You know! You mocked me about it!" He yelled, not caring where he was or who heard him. He was angry.

"I told you, your little friend was catching on!" Axel said, suddenly turning things about when he pushed Riku against the other building. "It's your own fucking fault that you didn't listen to me. He's not naïve, Riku. He may look like a bubble head, but he still has eyes!" He glared into Riku's eyes. "I have half the mind to tell him for you."

"You don't dare!" Riku snarled. "He doesn't need to know!" He started walking away, having shoved the other away from him. It struck him mildly that he had been walking away from their fights a lot these days, most fights, really. But, as he rounded the building corner, he discovered Axel would still have none of it.

"Look at what it's doing to the two of you!" He demanded, not even ten feet behind Riku.

The lunar-haired smoker whirled around on his heel, causing Axel to nearly bowl over him. "Would you keep your mouth shut if I screwed you?" It was a snap decision, something that hadn't really had time to develop in his mind before it had tumbled out of his mouth, but it worked. It had to; it was the only plan he had. It was the only way he knew.

"What?" Axel yelped.

"He can't know. No one can know! If I let you fuck me will you keep your mouth shut?" Riku asked bitingly.

"No!" Axel said disgusted by the idea that Riku would stoop so low. "I…" He was going to say that he wouldn't tell anyone. That he could keep his secret with out having a personal Riku-toy. However Riku didn't think that was where he was going, and he took the initiative to push Axel to a wall, pressing himself enticingly against Axel.

"You'll like it. I promise." He said, gently wrapping his fingers around Axel's neck to trail nips and kisses over the pale, slightly freckled jaw before him. "You won't want to tell anyone." He whispered. He was completely sure of himself. He knew what he was doing here. He was good at this. It was his job, after all.

"Riku…" He groaned, trying to find the effort to push the smaller man off of him.

The lunar-haired teen let his hands roam over the bony body that he had trapped. "I'll make it worth your while." He said, effectively cutting anything Axel had to say off when he quickly unbuckled the black belt, undoing the button and fly and slipping his hand inside the other's pants.

Axel let Riku stoke him a few times, not that he could have stopped him if he had tried. The reluctance he had felt earlier fading quickly as he became more aroused. Then, quick as a flash, it vanished all together, and he pressed Riku onto the wall, a slight jingling heard from the belt buckle that clanged lightly against his leg, peering into the still clear aqua eyes, unfazed by lust anymore, that battled with his own hazy green. Riku watched him expectantly, his eyes never leaving Axel's.

The redhead sneered. "Fine." He growled, his voice low and raspy with excitement. "My lips are sealed." His look turned predatory, maybe even possessive, as he let the well-hidden glint in his eye came into light. Riku almost couldn't help the shudder that shot down his spine. That look, he swore, could be mistaken for true want.

Not just lust.

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"Sora, where's Riku?" Roxas asked, sitting next to the brunette in their economics class.

"I don't know. I saw him before third period, but then he just disappeared," was his reply as he scribbled down some notes that Professor Luxord had written on the board.

Roxas hummed, already starting on his homework for the day. "What are you doing this Friday?" He asked.


Sora shook his head. "Nothing…you?"

Roxas sighed. "Siefer asked me out." He said in a flat tone. " I thought it'd be fun to give it a go."

Sora giggled. "You hate Siefer." He blurted.

Roxas had to chuckle as well. "I know! Shows how bored I am." He whispered.

"Why don't you find someone you're more interested in?" Sora asked, folding his paper over to start writing on the back. "I don't know…someone maybe you'd have fun with?"

Roxas watched him write down notes furiously, murmuring the words to himself so he wouldn't forget. Roxas smirked, smiling at his friend's quirks. "I'd have to find someone who would go with me." He said, still watching his friend.

Sora's eyebrows creased together, and he put his pencil down. They looked at each other for a moment before Sora smiled and said, "That would be quite a bit of work, hmm, my dear?"

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A/N: Yeah! See? It was fucking UNBELIEVABLY LOOOOOOONG! Pouts I'll never get through this damned story…SO, ya'll better not plan on dying anytime relatively soon. Nods

Read and review. It's honestly my only reason to live since my best friend decided I was too much of a heathen to talk to. I'm not even joking. Come love on me!

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