Disclaimer: I Own Nothing...getting sick of writing this.


The first time Roxas gets an inkling that Axel might not actually be one-hundred percent human is the first time they meet.

"Your hand is like ice," Roxas said after shaking Axel's hand.

"I got in a snowball fight," Axel replied and Roxas accepts this explanation - it was October and there was snow on the ground after all.

But really Roxas should've known better - especially considering how Axel's hands never seemed to warm up, even in the middle of summer. But it's easy to look back and see what you should've seen. The second hint came a few weeks after school had started and Roxas was returning to his and Axel's apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Roxas shouted up at Axel, the redhead was perched on the edge of their balcony like a gargoyle. In hindsight Roxas probably should have known better than to shout at a person precariously perched on a balcony. Axel started at Roxas' voice and promptly fell off the balcony. Roxas watched in horror as Axel fell from their fifth story room and landed behind some bushes - just beyond Roxas' sight. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod oh sweet Jesus. He's dead, he's gonna be a splat on the ground, I'm going to jail for murder. Roxas ran to where Axel had landed, sure he was going to find the man splayed out on the ground with his head cracked open and either dead or dying. But then again it was only five floors, that's survivable right?

Evidently it was, because when Roxas reached the spot where Axel had fallen the redhead was already standing up. There didn't appear to be a single mark on Axel, he was just wet.

"Are you OK?" Roxas had asked and Axel had assured the blond that he was perfectly fine. Axel said that he had landed in the small pond and the water had broken his fall. It wasn't until two months later that Roxas found out the pond was on the other side of the building.

The third clue came on a cold and stormy night - which was actually quite fitting, almost poetic really. Roxas had awoken in the middle of the night and decided he needed a drink and made his way into the kitchen. It was there, silhouetted against rain slicked and moon light filled windows that Roxas saw Axel eating. Now this wasn't out of the ordinary of course, what was out of the ordinary was what Axel was eating. Axel was viscously tearing apart a raw steak. Roxas clamped a hand over his mouth and quickly turned around and sped back towards his room.

"I know you saw me last night," Axel said when Roxas walked back into the kitchen that morning.

"You like raw meat," Roxas replied - trying to keep his voice as calm and uninterested - as walked over to the refrigerator "Nothing wrong with that, well aside from the fact that you'll probably get like a tape worm or something." Axel said nothing in response, instead Roxas heard the screech of a chair being pushed back and footsteps leaving the apartment. After the door open and closed Roxas rested his head again the freezer door.

"So not normal."

The final clue came a week after the third. Roxas was sitting in the living room, scanning his psychology book - trying to find the disorder he wanted to write his paper on - when Axel walked in and ripped Roxas' book from his hands.

"What the hell?" Roxas asked, shocked by Axel's action.

"I'm cold to the touch, I walked away from a five story fall without a single bruise and you saw me eating raw meat." Axel said and when it was all laid out like that…

"OK," Roxas replied, caught somewhere between freaking out and just reaching for his psych book. Really Axel could be…That or he could have mental issues, Roxas was pretty sure he read about a disorder that could explain…nothing. Roxas could see two versions of himself in his head, one was running around in circles and screaming 'run, run away!' While the other was calmly sitting and reading a book. Which one do I want to be? Roxas licked his lips and sucked in a deep breath.

"Can I have my book back?" Roxas asked and Axel laughed.

"Sure," Axel replied and tossed said book back into Roxas' lap. Axel then sat down next to the blond, slinging an arm over the couch behind Roxas. Axel's long, chilled fingers ghosted over Roxas' shoulder and the blond shivered slightly when Axel's thumb made contact with his exposed neck - the mental Roxas that was running seemed to have a heart attack and fall over into a seizure like fit.

"So, you ever want to know what sex with a-"

"No."


This was born out of over thinking Nobodies...i mean they don't have hearts and...I'd rather not go off about it right now cause really it's an essay. Nobodies are confusing as fuck. But anyway this was my way of simplifying what a nobody was...that and i'm a sucker for a vamp fic.