Hey Readers... This will be my last story

Until... I finish a few of them...

Lol.

Expect TONS of updates... !SOON!

Well I do not own

Kingdom Hearts,

Or any of the characters.

(Goes all emo)

lol

Well this story will be told From

Roxas POV.. And will have guyxguy pairings!

Thoughts will be in italics...

Flashbacks will be in bold….

Song lyrics will be in bold italics...


Warning To Reader:

There is a lot of

fucking

in this chapter...

(A/N: the word you pervs :P )

!!!!OnWiThThEshow!!!!'

"Go to hell!" I screamed furiously as I walked out the front door. Slamming the door behind me I flicked off what I knew was behind the door. After a second, I caught a draft of the cool December air and pulled my black hoodie tighter to my body as to attempt to keep myself warm. I began to walk across the snow-covered lawn.

"Get back here!" I heard a voice bellow from the doorway that I had just left.

"Not a chance in hell, Dad." I said, making sure the last part sounded very sarcastic. I pushed forward. The snow made a low 'crunch' sound as it gave in under the weight of my boots. It looked like I was shrinking with every step. As I turned the corner I sighed a sigh of relief. There was nothing my dad could do now. There was one person, that I knew, that could make this all better, well, at least for a little while. Just the image of my fiery-headed boyfriend warmed me up. I continued walking and before I knew it I was making the turn onto his street. I relaxed a little bit as I got closer to his house. I hadn't seen him in a couple days, so I was pretty eager to see him. He was the one person I could actually talk to. He was the one who actually listened. He made me feel like I could overcome any problems that faced me, and that's what I needed right now.

Oh shit... I thought as I reached his front door. What do I tell him? How do I explain my bruises? I'll tell him that... My thoughts were cut off by the front door jerking open. I stood in awe of the almost necked figure in front of me. The towel he was wearing was barely hugging his hips, and where the towel met the other end, came down far enough to reveal enough to make me bite my lip. "Oh Axel..."I murmured as I flew into his arms. I buried my face in his chest, and for the first time tonight, I felt safe. I could feel my eyes tear up. The tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto his body.

"Hey," he said as he grabbed my chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing me to look at him. He could see the tears in my eyes. "Let's go inside." He suggested as he lightly placed his arm around my waist and broke away from the hug.

We sat down on the couch, so close that I was practically sitting on his lap. "What's wrong Roxas?" Axel asked after a moment of silence.

"Well..."

Roxas was sitting quietly on his bed, sketchpad in hand. He analyzed his sketch of a woman: .a tall, slender woman, with long wavy blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Roxas finished filling in the details of her smile. Once again he analyzed his sketch. This time, he wanted to cry. "Mom..." he spoke under his breath.

"Roxas!" A voice bellowed from the background. Roxas quickly stuffed the sketchpad under a pillow and wiped the tears from his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine as a tall, brownish-red headed man appeared in his doorway. "What are you doing?" The man asked.

"Nothing," Roxas lied quickly. The tall looming figure shook his head.

"You fucking liar." The man spat out. Roxas rolled his eyes; not knowing the other man had caught it.

"Don't ever roll your eyes at me!" he ordered as he plunged at Roxas. Before Roxas knew it, the man had him by the throat.

"You fucking bastard...let go." Roxas said as he pulled his arm back. "Go ahead," the man smirked. "Hit me." "I will, if you don't let go." Roxas threatened.

"I'm your father, you'll do what I say, and you'll tell me what I want to know!" He informed Roxas, as if he didn't know who his own father was.

"You're no longer my father!" Roxas screamed at him as he lunged his fist towards his father's face. "You haven't been my father since mom died! All's you do is go to work and then beat me. Look..." I said as I pulled back the sleeves of my tight black shirt with a white guitar on it. "See you did these!" I informed him as I finished pulling back the sleeve revealing large dark blue and purple bruises all along my arm. Roxas's father shook his head in disbelief as he rubbed his cheek.

"Why do you keep lying to me Roxas?" his father asked as he looked around the room. He noticed a corner of a book, sticking out from underneath a pillow. He plunged towards the pillow, grabbed it, and chucked it across the room. He looked at the picture for a second. "Why..." he mumbled under his breath. "Why..." he said again, this time loud enough for Roxas to hear. "Why do you keep tormenting me with your mother's death?" He asked as he threw the sketch pad down.

"What are you talking about dad?" He gulped, already knowing the outcome of what he was going to say. "You're tormenting yourself. All's you do is hurt me, and hurt yourself. If you haven't noticed, I don't talk to you anymore. I try to avoid you at ALL costs." Roxas informed him.

"You little prick." He screamed at Roxas as his fist flew back beside his head. Roxas ducked as the fist flew towards him. He kicked his dad in the shin as hard as he could, snuck around him, grabbed his black hoodie, slipped it on, and ran out the door, all while his dad hopped up and down on foot, crying out in pain.

"Then I came here..." I said finishing the story, not knowing what else to say. "Roxas..." I could tell by his voice, that Axel wanted to cry. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." I said as I curled up against him. I felt his arm slide behind me. He tugged at my hand, informing me that he wanted to hold it without actually having to tell me. I laced my fingers in his. His hands were still a little wet, from the shower he just had, but none-the-less their touch was safe, and inviting.

"I know, but I wish that I could be there to protect you, all the time. You have no idea, well, I'm sure you do," he said correcting himself. "What it's like when I can't see you for days on end, because of your stupid dad."

"I know. But at least I can see you a little bit at school."

"Yea but it's not the same." He looked away, and I could tell that he was deep in thought. There was a large silence that hung over us, expelling any thought of speaking that came to mind until Axel spoke. "You know Roxas," he looked at me smiling. "I admire you. You don't ever let your dad get to you. You've been putting up with this for two years now, and you haven't changed. You won't let your dad harden your heart." He looked at me, his eyes all watery.

"I only stay myself because I don't want to be who he wants me to be, if that makes any sense at all." I said.

"I know. But still. What I mean to say is-" he paused. I could feel his heart begin to beat faster. "You don't ever cry. You stay strong. You wait until you can't take it any more, then you cry, and it starts all over. And you don't even complain." He said as if he envied this so called 'admiration' of mine.

"That's because there's nothing I can do yet. All I have to do is put up with this crap for another year and I'll be out of his house. Then, hopefully we can be together."

"Yea." He said smiling as he leaned in to kiss me. His kiss was so re-assuring, making me think of all the reasons why I loved him. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. When he broke the kiss he smiled. "Mind if I run upstairs and get some clothes? Then I'll walk you back home." He said knowing what I would say.

"Hmm..." I teased him. Can I just stay the night?" As I asked his face lit up.

"Sure." He said with a wink.

"Then, will you get some clothes on?" I asked him.

"Oh come on," he said with a grin as he placed his hands on his towel. "Won't they just get in the way?"

"Please Axel, I just want to be held tonight." I said to him with a tune in my voice that let him know I was being completely serious.

"Ok, I understand." He said as he stood up and headed for the stairs. On about the third step he stopped. "Want me to grab you a pair of pants too?"

"Yes please." I said smiling. He began slowly walking up the stairs again. How can I be smiling? So much has gone wrong. I closed my eyes and pictured myself in Axel's arms. / guess he just has that effect on me.

"Hey sexy," I heard Axel bellow from upstairs.

"Yea?" I asked him.

"Come up here, we need to talk."

"Oh shit..." I mumbled under my breath. He said the three words... "We need to talk..." I mumbled again. "Ok." I screamed loudly, trying not to sound as afraid as I was. I stood up and began to walk up the stairs. My head was racing with thoughts of why we would need to talk. As I turned to walk through his bedroom door, I saw Axel laying in his bed all curled up under the blankets.

"Nmp- hmmp hmm nhmmp." He mumbled into the pillow. "What?" I asked him. His head shot up and he looked at me.

"I said, 'Your pair is on the dresser.'" After finishing his sentence his had plunged back down into the pillow.

"Ok," I said with a giggle as I moved towards the dresser. I undid my belt, and slid off my pants. I slipped on the pants that Axel had laid out for me. I slowly pulled my shirt up over my head; as it came off my head I noticed that Axel was sitting Indian-style on his bed watching me undress. I blushed sheepishly. He pulled back the covers and motioned for me to lie down. I smiled as I slid underneath the large blue comforter. Once I was all the way in the bed, Axel pulled me closer to him so our stomachs were touching. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked him

"Us.. ."he replied suddenly making me feel bad.

"Ok..." I replied as my arm began to shake. "Talk away." I ordered him.

"Well, I really wanted to know if you have a problem with me."

"Axel!" I screeched at him. He looked at me wide eyed. "I told you that I like you exactly the way you are."

"I know, but don't you wish that, sometimes..." he gulped.

"Axel spit it out!" I ordered him as I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him closer.

"Sorry. Don't you ever wish that sometimes, I was two years younger, you know..." he gulped. "Your age."

"Oh Axel. Poor naive Axel." I said causing him to laugh. "No." I replied simply. "I find something about dating an 18 year old guy," I paused. "How do I put this? Let me see," I paused pretending to think. "HOT!" I said in a higher pitched voice. We both laughed.

"Don't you ever wish you were older?" he asked me.

"No." I replied again.

"Ok, I have another serious question." He said as he turned his head upward to look in my eyes.

"Ok, ask away." I told him.

"Well," he stopped talking at the sound of knocking coming from his front door. We looked at each other and both turned white. "Could it be your father?" Axel asked sounding scared.

"No," I replied. "He doesn't know anything about you, about us!" I informed him. "Unless, I've been sloppy and left something laying around." I gulped. I wasn't sure if it was his heart, my heart, or our hearts together, but one of them began to beat faster.

"Roxas," he whispered softly.

"Yea?" I replied in a harsh raspy voice.

"I'm scared. " he told me.

"Me too. But I have an idea." I lowered my voice trying to stay quiet. "Just go tell whoever's at the door that I'm not here. I'll wait on the landing."

"No." he told me. The knocking sound continued although louder this time. "Please. Just make him go away." I whispered in his ear.

"Fine; you're lucky I like you." He said as he slid out of bed. I followed suite. I followed him out of the room. On the landing I crouched down and Axel continued to walk down the steps. When Axel reached the door, he looked up at me and quickly turned away. As he reached for the door I could see his arm was shaking. He turned the door-knob slowly and opened the door.

"Oh..." I heard Axel screech.

There you go...chapter one's up! Sorry bout where i left off, but i wanted some dramatic suspense. Chapter two will be up soon. Please R&R!!!