Winter I – oh so exciting
The small white stars were falling from the sky ever so slowly. Axel laughed as his boyfriend tried to count them but failed at 13, just because there were so many that he'd lost count. They were cuddled up in blankets on Roxas' bed, providing a perfect view outside due to the large window directly next to the bed. The blond boy was holding a mug with a moogle on it, just as covered in blankets as the boy was. The light brown liquid inside of the mug was steaming and Axel counted three mini marshmallows in it. "Have you already eaten all the cream off of it?", he asked; as a reply, Roxas faced him with his mouth covered in cream. "Nuh-uh". The redhead suppressed a definitely not male squeal and cuddled the younger boy instead. Roxas had to admit that Axel had really changed during the last three and a half weeks – of course, he was still cheeky and loud and, well, just Axel, but he'd been a lot kinder and had tried to be less cheeky, but the latter hadn't worked out. Friends of his had congratulated Roxas for taming the redhead, but Roxas felt like Axel just seemed more... relieved. Or, as Xion put it, "he doesn't have to prove himself anymore. He's done hunting". He didn't quite know what she meant, but he chose to think it was a good thing and wondered whether Axel was ever going to tell him about it.
"You finished your hot chocolate already?!", the blond asked. The older one seemed confused. "Why, yes, I have. Something wrong about that?". Roxas looked at him as though he'd killed someone. "You have to enjoy it. Not just gulp it down. Enjoy". He then closed his eyes in a passionate manner, put the cup to his lips and took a sip so tiny he couldn't have been able to taste any of it. "Mhhhhmmm". The sound, though, sent shivers down Axel's spine and he swallowed. Could Roxas really be enjoying his hot chocolate – a freaking hot chocolate, god dammit – this much? "Got it?". Axel hadn't even noticed Roxas opening his eyes, therefore he was quite confused to be looking into two aqua-blue orbs. "Uh, yeah, I guess", he said and couldn't help a blush. His boyfriend let out the cutest giggle and buried his face in Axel's warm shoulder, closing his eyes and breathing him in.
Xion had at first been rather confused when Axel had stormed into her room, dropped himself on her bed and let out a minute-long sigh with words thrown in like, "Roxas", "awwww" or "happyyy meee". It had taken her an entire minute to squeeze the information she needed out of him. When she'd finally managed, the biggest grin spread over her face. "I see. So you did manage to, you know, be romantic and all? Wow. I'm really proud, dude". She received friendly slap on her shoulder and Axel replied that he hadn't been much different from his usual, actual self. "I'm still proud", she'd replied and listened to him ramble about his new "achievement" for the next two hours.
The next day in school hadn't been much different; people had given the redhead weird looks for suddenly being so content and friendly, asked him what drugs he was on and when he'd purred "luuurrrvveee", they'd quickly nodded and asked his friends to sell him whatever he was having. Of course, no one really expected Axel to be serious this time. But he darn well was.
As far as Xion knew, Roxas didn't want their relationship to be official because he was afraid people might bully him or his parents might find out. Xion could totally comprehend him – just because Axel could pull off whatever he did, simply because, well, he was Axel, didn't mean everyone could. It was not because Roxas was particularly shy, but he wanted to spare himself from such shit.
At the end of the week, Xion found herself wondering why she was suddenly hurting so much.
Sora was throwing a tennis ball he'd stolen from his dog against his ceiling. Boredom had taken over and he was seriously not sure what to do. His parents still hadn't called. It sucked; he badly wanted to know how Roxas was doing. "Enjoying your boredom, huh?". Sora jumped, forgetting about the ball and having it fall down right into his spiky brown hair. Riku laughed at him, dropping himself right next to his boyfriend. "No need to scare me, man", the younger one muttered and playfully punched Riku's shoulder. "Don't be mad. You should rather be happy that I showed up, otherwise you'd still bore yourself to death". When he noticed the brunette's missing reaction and the unfamiliar sadness on his face, he took his hand. Riku found it hard to talk about or show feelings, his past had just marked him. "So... still no call?". He'd hit the spot; his oldest friend shook his head sadly and the silver-haired boy clumsily wrapped his arms around him. "Hey... they'll call". Sora snorted. "They won't. They haven't split us for no reason, Riku". He nodded, as if he understood, but how could he? Sora would never ever talk about his younger brother, and all Riku knew about him that he looked a lot like Sora's cousin Ventus, with whose family he was living right now, and that meant blond hair, blue eyes, a rather heart-shaped face and a small, skinny body. Sora wouldn't even tell him his name. What Riku did know was that he had recently changed schools so he was with Sora now, but they weren't allowed to see each other. Riku had no idea what had happened.
The door flung open and both Sora and Riku gave a shocked sound. When they spotted who had just busted into their room, they laughed. Ventus' boyfriend Vanitas was being thrown down to the floor and straddled by the petite blond. "Give it back to me!". The black-haired boy held the younger boy's phone just so far away from him that he couldn't reach it by chance. Riku had always thought of Vanitas as really strange; he went to the same school as he himself and Ventus, one year older than Ventus, making him Riku's age. He was average height, slim and had the most vicious eyes Riku had ever seen; they were so light brown that they almost seemed golden and always had a mischievous gleam to them. Other than that, he had a hairstyle similar to Sora's, but his hair was dyed raven-black, contrasting with his almost porcelain skin. The couple placed on the bed was eagerly following the scene; it was quite funny to see Ventus try and try and try while all Vanitas did was laugh his creepy ass laugh (no kidding here, his laugh made him seem even more maniac). He finally gave in and handed the century-old phone to Ventus, who huffed and got off him. He then faced his cousin: "Still no call?". When Sora shook his head, he tilted his own. "Hm, I don't know, man. This seems weird to me. I mean, you know what happened, but I think they ought to at least give you an update". Sora nodded. "But, I mean, you both still are I contact, righ–". "Could we talk about this later, Ven?", Sora urged and the blond plain nodded. Riku and Vanitas exchanged a look – both badly craved to know what the heck was going on.
"So he's talking to you again?!". Zexion had even looked up from his book as Demyx had casually mentioned that Axel had apologised to him. "Yeah. I mean, I did not necessarily, might not have, maybe did accept his apology 'cause I mean, if he's happy, I've got a little over him, a tiny bit, I mean, and, don't look at me like this, Zexion, no!". The book the older one had just been reading landed on Demyx's head with a tock. "You dimwit! Seriously, Demyx, he has used you, how could you even condsider accepting whatever the fuck he's saying?". Demyx's eyes went wide. He'd never seen the small boy like this, so... enraged. "Well, I'd say that is because I'm pretty optimistic and I believe everyone can change and deserves a second chance, do you not?". Zexion stared at him for a minute or two before he finally started blinking again. "What you just said made sense, Demyx. I am impressed". The younger one opened his mouth to protest, but Zexion had already buried himself in another book. That had probably been enough emotions for another month or so. The blond smiled; it was beautiful to see someone actually cared about him.
His hand was softly ruffling the blond hair, while they were both watching some kind of horror movie. Roxas tended to flinch at times, reminding Axel that maybe, he wasn't as hardcore as he always claimed to be. But, watching the boy, feeling him, smelling him, hearing his heart beat if he listened close enough – all this made the older one happier than anything else ever could. It was the first time with someone that he felt perfect. That it didn't feel like something was missing. He'd found him, and he'd never let him go.
