Author's notes: WOW. HEY. What happened to this updatey thing? Yeah well see… uhm… er…
Well I like totally got abducted by like, these aliens and -gets shot in the head-
Okay, truth be told it was exams, but hey, it's one in the freaken' morning, I've got the Numa Numa song going, we're good to go!

Summary: You know what this is already…

Warnings: Swears, violence, gore, lime (possible, it's in debate), graphic scenes, yaoi (boyxboy love), CRACK, stupid humor, emo!angst.
Sorry guys, no turtle today. O.o

Pairings: RenoxRude(MAIN), AxelxRoxas(MAIN), SoraxRiku, Axelx?, Demyxx?, SeiferxLeon, as well as multiple random and short CRACK pairings. Subject to change.

Disclaimer: -Wants to own KH2- WAAAAAH!! T.T

Chapter 2

"Hey Riku?" A teenage male began in a curious voice, his body just now finishing its awkward phase of puberty. Spiked light brown hair and translucent blue eyes marked this boy as open and friendly.

"Hmm?" A male with a sheen of silver hair and piercing sea green eyes murmured as he strode down the hallway of his dormitory a paper bag of groceries in one arm.

"Wasn't this room empty?" The brunette asked as he paused, pointing to an open door with multiple boxes heaped in the middle of the room, one was open and clothes had been spewed everywhere.

"So someone new moved in." Riku said boredly as he paused at another door, the next door after the open one and pulled out a set of keys.

"Oh… I wonder who they are and what they're like." The brunette said curiously as he wandered over. As Riku slipped the key into the door and thumbed it open, he smirked at his companion.

"They're probably transfers so they'll be strange, different and creepy. Better be careful Sora, they might do weird things to you." He teased the brunette as he pushed the door open. Sora gaped.

"W-what? You think so?" He demanded wide eyed. Riku laughed as he stepped into the door, then paused, glancing down he pulled his cellphone off of his belt clip as it vibrated and flipped it open.

Staring at the screen for a moment, he frowned, before turning to Sora.

"I have to go." He said quietly as he snapped his phone shut. Sora blinked.

"What? Really?" He demanded, pouting. Riku nodded once as he set the bag down onto a dresser table, then reached into the closet next to the door and pulled out a long, black trench coat.

"Yeah, I'll be late, lock up and don't let anyone in." He said calmly. Sora frowned.

"I'm not twelve you know, and no one's going to attack me or anything."

"That's what I hope." Riku muttered as he pulled on the coat and zipped it up to his neck and pulled the second zipper up to his knees. That finished, he switched his sneakers for his shin high black boot and pulled out a set of black gloves from his pocket, along with a long and thin black strip of cloth. Sora frowned at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, remember what I said!" Riku called out behind him as he dashed for the open window and jumped out, grabbing the edge of the shingled roof and flipping onto it with the momentum of his leap.

Sora pouted and storming over, slammed the window shut.

"FINE. Secretive jerk…" He muttered.

Rude debated picking up his knife and pulling it through the air, just in case he could see the tension being shredded.

… What was tension supposed to look like anyway?

At the current moment he sat in a neat little restaurant, Reno across from him as he sipped calmly from a cup of coffee.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, even the other patrons of the restaurant were beginning to notice, but Rude knew better then to interrupt Reno before he was ready.

During previous conversations, Rude had learned that when rushed, Reno purposefully delayed the main topic of conversation, often leading to a strong desire to crack open his skull on the nearest sturdy surface.

Thoughts whirled about the redhead's mind as he set there, hunched over, clenched fists on the table. It was getting to the point his nails were beginning to draw blood from his palms as he sat there, expression angered. Finally his dam burst.

"Dammit! Rude have sex with me!" He screamed.

Multiple eyes turned on the table just in time to see the stoic and quiet man spew coffee over the table. Reno artfully dodged the spray as he jumped out of his seat, and when he glanced at Rude who stared at him, sunglasses lightly askew, he couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Taking a different seat, closer to Rude he kept on laughing as the man blushed lightly and pulled out a napkin and began dabbing at the mess.

"I'm sorry yo." Reno finally managed to get out when he had gotten his laughter under control. "But the look on your face…" Rude frowned at Reno, then sighed.

"One day someone is going to take your request seriously." He said in a serious tone as he folded the napkin neatly and laid it off to one side, the mess all but a mere memory.

Reno smacked Rude on the back completely ruining his dark mood.

"Yeah right." The redhead said cheerfully as he continued chuckling. Rude sighed as he glanced at the man who had been his friend for years, and shook his head.

"… are you ready to talk now?" He asked calmly and Reno's mirth vanished. For a moment the teen said nothing, before he sighed heavily.

"I need… a favor." He said quietly. Rude said nothing as he enlaced his fingers, his expression carefully blank. "Remember a few years ago, the day we met?" At last Rude made a sign of expression, a chuckle as he relaxed his shoulders.

"I have trouble forgetting it." He said calmly, his eyes amused.

"Hey, not funny yo!" Reno snapped grinning like an imp.

"No, it wasn't. You shot me." Rude deadpanned.

Reno laughed sheepishly.

"It wasn't that bad…"

"Twice." Rude said calmly. "With my own gun I might add."

"Ah well…"

"In my hindquarters, no less." Rude interrupted calmly. Reno grinned.

"Y'know you still haven't let me see the buttscar yo." Rude chuckled.

"Well… what's this favor you need?" The man asked quietly and Reno's grin faded into a smirk.

"As I was saying, I need you to contact those guys who were with you that day to find out about a couple of freaks for me. You said that's what they're good at right?" He said calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Rude coughed slightly.

"You know I don't deal with those people anymore." He said quietly, his expression going dark, Reno smiled at him.

"Oh come on, you can't pull that over me, I might look stupid but I'm actually pretty smart."

Look? Rude thought dully, but rather then voice that aloud he sighed. Reno… you have no idea what you're touching… The thought came with feelings of unease, wasn't a single brush with death enough for the reckless redhead?

But if you don't help him… he's going to try to find them on his own. The thought nagged Rude's mind and he let out another heaving sigh.

"Alright. What do I have to go on?" He asked calmly. Reno grinned.

"Rude I knew you'd come through, thanks man I owe you!"

"I'll put it on your steadily growing tab. What am I looking for?" Rude muttered darkly, his mood had gone from bad to worse today…

"Uhm… well the killers both wore black trench coats-"

"Who wore trench coats?" Rude quickly interrupted, eyes widening slightly. Reno realized his slip and laughed sheepishly.

"Uhm… the asylum guys who came to take Axel away?"

"Reno…" Came the quiet warning and the redhead sighed.

"Alright… look… as far as the police know, Axel and I came home from school, saw the bodies, got out and called them. But…" Here he trailed off, and Rude mentally swore at himself.

"The killers were still there… weren't they?" He asked quietly. Reno winced.

"Yeah… I can't tell you much… I mean… fuck Rude, I was frozen, not just paralyzed, not just numb… I wasn't thinking, it's like… I just died, right then and there." Pulling the sunglasses on his forehead off, Reno stared down at his clenched fist, closing and unclosing.

"And damn Rude I feel like I've lost my mind…" He whispered as his eyes narrowed in anguish. "Well… as soon as Axel saw the… you know, this… this guy showed up wearing a trench coat."

Rude stared at the redhead, trying to gauge his emotions, but said nothing.

"And… fuck Rude… I didn't even move… Axel, the damn kid, he reacted first, he pulled me behind him! And damn… that fucking bastard just as much admitted he killed mom and dad and I didn't do a thing! Axel… god after he dropped that guy he had to drag me Rude… and you know what I said?"

Rude still said nothing.

"Fuck … Rude I told him to slow down! Because I couldn't keep up! If he hadn't been there… oh man… I would have died."

"… Then… you were scared of dying?" Rude asked calmly, knowing full well that Reno wasn't scared of such a thing, he had already hazarded a guess at what his friend's inner turmoil was all about.

"No! Damn… I… Rude I failed… I failed Axel and… shit I'm supposed to protect him! If that guy hadn't shown up when that fucking gunner popped and tried to shoot us both down-!"

"Wait, what?" Rude finally interrupted, eyes widening.

Reno heaved a sigh.

"Oh shit man, this is the part I don't believe. After Axel dropped the first one, another guy popped up out of the living room, you know, the doorway next to the front door?" Rude nodded.

He did indeed, that hallway was a deathtrap, narrow and long, it was a perfect spot to snare someone between.

"And… he did some trash talking, I wasn't listening… but… oh man, he held up his hand and… light! I shit you not, some dark light formed in his hand and turned into this purple thing that shot at us! And when I went back with the police, the place where that bolt landed… there's a cut Rude! A fucking cut in the hardwood floor as deep as the length of my thumb! And the only reason Axel and I aren't fucking Swiss cheese is because some dude in an identical coat as the other two showed up outta nowhere, slammed down the gunner and then teleported us out of there!"

Rude was silent, wide eyed.

Reno mistook his silence for disbelief and slumped on the table.

"Yeah… I don't believe it either." He whispered, then glanced at Rude.

For a moment neither youth said anything, until at last, Rude coughed into his hand to hide his shock. What Reno took for disbelief, was actually stunned realization.

"So… I'm looking for two men, both wearing black trench coats, and apparently with the ability to summon weapons out of thin air."

"Before you call the asylum, let them know I'm happily going and they can leave the straight jacket behind." Reno whispered. Staring at the redhead calmly, Rude wished dearly he had his cellphone at this moment. Instead he coughed into his hand again and turned to fully stare at Reno.

"Did they call each other anything? A name? An alias?" He asked sincerely.

Reno blinked at him, then smiled. It was a grateful smile, and one of the few true ones he rarely released.

Rude blushed and glanced away.

"Uhm… I'm not… wait." Reno paused thinking hard, then nodded. "The first guy that Axel dropped, he called out… something like 'Two, stop them!' or something… So I guess Two." He muttered quietly deep in thought.

Rude nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his blush faded.

"I see."

I'm going to have to ask him. He thought darkly. This is getting a little to close too base, I wonder if anything's been done… Deep in his own train of thought, he didn't notice Reno, until an irregular sound brought his attention back to the present.

Blinking, he had difficulty identifying it, until he realized it was something he hadn't heard in a long time.

A sob.

"Thanks Rude, it helps a lot yo." Reno whispered, his face down. Suddenly his arm came up to wipe at his face with the back of his hand. Rude started.

Reno was… crying?

"… Reno?"

"Just gimme a minute." Reno said immediately. "Oh man it's all catching up, gimme a sec."

Rude stared, eyes lost as he stared at a man he had thought unaffected by anything.

Even he was wrong sometimes.

"… I believe you, completely. I will do everything I can to help you find your parents' murderers." He said quietly, it seemed to be all he could say at the time.

"Thanks Rude… really, hah… haha… oh man I'm crying like a chick… that's so uncool yo…" Reno muttered wiping at his face with both hands now. Uncertain for a brief moment, Rude finally settled for simply sitting there, fighting back the overwhelming urge to hold the redhead.

"Shut up and cry." He said simply. Then added in a softer voice; "I'll be here when you're done."

Reno chuckled quietly.

"I know." He said softly as the tears continued to fall.

"God I hate books like these… I wish they'd just hurry up and kiss or fuck or something slutty…" Seifer muttered as he held the book up disinterestedly. Axel, in the midst of a magazine glanced over the book shelf at him smirking.

"Smut addict." He muttered as he went back to his magazine.

And was decked in the head by the spine of a hardcover.

"Ow! Fuck Seifer that hurt!"

"Shit and I thought it was supposed to tickle." Seifer commented.

"Asshole." Axel hissed clutching his forehead and glaring.

"Not your asshole." Seifer retorted laughing, amused by the witty banter.

"Seems the get together spot today is the book store." A voice commented idly as three figures passed by Seifer's side of the shelf, one was a blond with brilliant green eyes and spiked blond hair, another a tall and lean, but toned brunette, a scar ran jaggedly across the bridge of his nose.

Seifer's eyes immediately brightened with the prospect of prey and Axel felt his expression grow with dread.

The speaker, a skinny black haired female with mischievous dark eyes, grinned at the tall brunette as he tried desperately to ignore Seifer's presence. Seifer smirked.

"Later Axel." He said, his mind already gone as he tossed the book over his shoulder and caught up with the brunette easily.

Shaking his head, Axel chuckled in a softly amused manner and continued to flip pages, he'd have to get home soon, selfishly enough, Reno was proving to be his distraction from dwelling, he had the feeling if he stopped just long enough to think on the past week, he may have just broken down.

Or killed someone.

Either or.

"Alone at last." Axel froze. As a pale and elegant hand landed on his shoulder he felt the male lean over his shoulder slightly, and he smiled.

"Car mechanics?" His voice asked with an amused lilt. "When did you become obsessed with cars?" Saix asked amusedly.

Axel angrily flipped the magazine shut and practically stuffed it back onto the shelf.

"You'd know if you'd stuck around." He said calmly as he swatted away Saix's hand and moved the opposite way Seifer had gone. The last thing he needed was for Seifer to witness his anger, the blond would likely tell him later he really needed to get laid again, or something. Saix followed calmly, hands tucked into his dark blue jeans, his black long-sleeve accenting his muscled curves nicely, it was odd, seeing Saix in such casual clothes.

"I'm here now." Saix said simply as he followed Axel out of the book store. Axel sneered.

"And for how long bastard?" He commented idly as he checked the sun, it was nearly sunset. Perfect, just what he needed, out alone on the dark streaks with a masochist/sadist… how lovely.

To that Saix said nothing, at which Axel smirked knowingly. He took the opening with full enthusiasm.

"Can't tell me? Save us both the trouble, me the heartache and you the bitching, go find another fuck toy. Oh wait- sorry I got over you a year ago, nevermind." Axel said with a bitter laugh.

He was utterly startled when Saix grabbed his arm and yanked him into one of the back-roads, off to the side.

Immediately he was slammed roughly against a wall, leaving the blunette to hover over him, both arms were on opposite sides of Axel's head, and with Saix's body pressed so close against Axel's, escape wasn't really an option.

"If you got over me… why do you sound so angry…?" Saix asked him coolly, his breath tickling Axel's skin causing a shiver.

"Get off me Saix." Axel hissed. "Only warning." Saix smirked as he leaned in slightly.

"Only when you answer my question." The man conditioned the request easily as he actually leaned in… and smelled Axel's hair. "3 years and you still haven't changed brands?" He whispered, amusement lingering in his voice. Axel snarled and moved to bring up his knee to connect with Saix's uncomfortable regions, when Saix's boot came down on Axel's foot causing a wince.

"Nice try, I'm familiar with that move of yours." Saix commented in a mysterious manner, smiling.

Axel snarled.

"Get the fuck off me you goddamn-!" His outraged yell was brought to a screeching halt as Saix pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Stunned, before Axel could even entertain the thought of biting Saix, the blunette had withdrawn and smiled at Axel knowingly, bringing a rise of heat to the redhead's cheeks.

"Still taste like a goddamn Sea Salt ice-cream." He commented treating Axel to a soft smile, one that made Axel's chest throb.

He paled. NO.

"You go to Oblivion Institution right?" He asked, acting oblivious to Axel's paling skin. Axel didn't answer, but Saix continued anyway.

"I will see you tomorrow then, I start my classes at 8." He informed the stunned redhead as he backed away and smirked. "We'll continue then." He said calmly and left the alleyway, and a stunned Axel.

And all Axel could do is grit his teeth and clench his fist. When he finally managed to get his wits together, Axel snarled and slammed the back of his fist against the brick wall in his anger as he shoved himself away from the wall and ran out of the alley, like the bats of hell were chasing him.

Or rather, his own personal demons…

But at least in his angered and panicked state, Axel managed to make a resolve…

That pretty smile or not, Saix was not going to hurt him again…

"Axel?" Seifer's voice broke through his anger like a sharp knife, stunned, he turned to find the blonde staring at him calmly, a single eyebrow raised.

"… Hey shithead, something wrong?" The teen asked quietly, hands on his hips as Axel slowly emerged into the light, shielding his smarting eyes, Axel nodded.

"Nah." He muttered vaguely and Seifer gave a snort of disbelief, but let it slide.

"C'mon, let's go." He said calmly as he shrugged his shoulders, setting his pale gray jacket back into place. Axel glanced at him, rubbing his lips with the edge of his knuckle distractedly.

He gave a startled yelp as Seifer grabbed that hand with his own and stared at it, his eyes narrowed.

"Seifer-! The hell?!"

"Dumbass… what did you do to your hand?" Seifer demanded angrily glancing over the bleeding knuckles. Axel winced and quickly tried to find an excuse.

"… I'll tell you when you tell me what happened to your face." Axel finally said after a moment's thought, his eyes landing on Seifer's cheek which had the distinct markings of a growing bruise. Seifer dropped the hand and it immediately went to his quickly swelling cheek.

The redhead was startled to find a blush spread on the blonde's face.

"Holy shit! Leon punched you!" Axel suddenly yelped, pointing at his friend as he began laughing hysterically.

"S-shut up you fucking lamer… god you'd think I stole his virginity the way he was harping about the kiss…" Seifer muttered darkly and began to pout.

Axel continued to laugh until Seifer, pissed at his friend, stuck out his foot with a grin.

Concrete meet Axel, Axel meet concrete.

"Asshole." Axel muttered as he came up off the ground, a hand at his bleeding once again nose.

"We've been through this, not your asshole." Seifer commented grinning as he paused at the corner of the street, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

The infectious grin had it's desired effect and Axel smirked back laughing.

As he waited next to Seifer, his hand holding his nose precariously as blood dripped down his chin, he stared at Seifer for a silent moment.

"… Dude I told you, fifty bucks if you want my body." Seifer said grinning as he turned to Axel. Axel sneered.

"Not on your life you fag."

"High talk from you. The hell you want?" He demanded as the light turned green. Both teens ignored it.

"Your lighter, can I borrow it?" Seifer raised another eyebrow.

"Mine? The heck happened to yours Mr. Pyro?" He demanded staring, in all his life he'd never once seen Axel without some means of fire.

Shrugging, Axel sighed as he cautiously lifted his fingers away from his nose and sniffed delicately.

Satisfied he wasn't going to die of blood loss, he grinned at Seifer.

"Cops pilfered mine when they searched my room."

"Shit… not… Ducky?" Seifer said with a mock gasp as he feigned horror.

Axel sighed wistfully, playing along.

"Yeah… they took my Donald Duck lighter." He said shaking his head.

Silence.

A Mazda M3 honked loudly as Axel and Seifer nearly tumbled into the street from laughter. Hanging onto the light pole holding his aching sides, Seifer fumbled into his pockets and brought out a stainless steal Zippo lighter with a lion engraved onto the surface. Bent double, he handed it to Axel who took it laughing.

"T-thanks." He stammered out as he flicked the top and in a single smooth motion, whirled the gears with a callused thumb, blistered long ago with much practice. A blue-based red flame burst into life and flickered slightly in Reno's hand as he stared at the flame, almost as if it mesmerized him.

Seifer, who had calmed down enough straightened, his eyes eager. No matter the time, no matter the place, watching Axel do his fire trick was always a treat.

Holding the lighter precariously, but comfortably, Axel held his hand over the flame, unperturbed by the rising heat waves, and calmly he lowered his hand over the flame and closed his fist around it.

For a moment he was still, and then he pulled his fisted hand away, and opened it, palm facing up.

And there, in the center of his palm floated the little flame, it flickered merrily to and fro from small gusts of winds, but if Seifer had to guess, the flame was happy.

… as happy as fire could get anyway.

Silently, Axel closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. Fire was his to own, he'd known it since birth, or since he'd been consciously aware of his existence. And despite the dangers, despite the risk, it had always comforted him, the searing heat of the flame had always been his friend.

And in times when he was confused, now don't laugh, but whenever he'd ever had a dilemma, he'd turned to the flame, and it had never once steered him wrong.

Opening his eyes, he stared directly at the tiny ball of fire.

Seifer shook his head, Axel was really in the zone today, he usually could tell by Axel's eyes.

And today they were bright orange, the color of lively flame. He smiled.

Mood-eyes, those were what they called him.

If they were green, he was fine, if they were orange, he was feeling sadistic, if they were red, fuck it was time to run.

And if they were blue?

Well fuck run really fast.

He didn't want to know what white was.

"Hey buddy…" Axel cooed, Seifer smirked, every flame, every small ember was like a child to Axel, it was creepy sometimes really. "Got a question, what should I do about my asshole ex?"

The flame wavered for a moment, before it suddenly burst into a fireball, with a yelp Seifer fell back, he'd never seen such a violent reaction before.

Axel sneered.

"Hell yeah." He hissed dark eyes growing malevolent.

"Let me guess, fight back?" Seifer commented dully as he straightened. Axel grinned.

"You know it." He declared chuckling.

Then he paused, turning back to the flame, he grinned.

"Got another question, do I got any luck with that guy Roxas?"

Silence.

"Oh you lying whore…" Axel muttered as the fire went out. "You're worse then a magic eight ball!" Seifer laughed and patted him on the back.

"Oh come on. He does that right in the middle of the street, is he trying to bait us?" A childish voice demanded, legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop. The black hood concealed most of the male's facial features, leaving only a set of pursed lips viewable.

"It can't be this easy." His companion muttered, the girlish voice filled with obvious dislike. Arm crossed, the hood of his coat masked his expression but it was clear to anyone listening just how the man felt.

"You're right, it isn't." A voice interrupted. Both figures turned and backed up a step as they found a youth with jaggedly cut silver hair, a black bandanna over his eyes.

"You!" The girlish one snapped. The one sitting sighed.

"Aww… do we hafta fight?" He moaned.

Crouching slightly, the silver-haired youth held up his hand, as dark light shot from his hand, in the midst of the shadows and wisps of light a blade materialized, black in hilt and splashed with red, the tip gleamed as he smirked.

"Only if you're not afraid." He hissed. "Just what are you and your Organization trying to do?" He demanded.

"None of your business." The one standing said calmly. "And if you want to live, you had best back off."

The silver youth smirked.

"Who's living today?" He asked sneering. "Last I remembered, I handed you your ass on a platter." He retorted with a dark chuckle.

"And last time I checked, you had your butt whooped by the kid." The one sitting replied grinning like an imp. "Ain't that right Riku?" Flipping back his hood, Demyx grinned at his opponent, eyes cheerful. Riku hissed.

"If you won't talk, I'll make you by force." He challenged raising his blade and dashing forward. Rising to his feet, Demyx sighed. "I hate this… he always gives me the doom missions." He muttered as he held out his hand, summoning a dark blue instrument into his palm, he twirled it in the air once, and as the instrument came to a rest in his other hand, he brought his free arm down with a laugh.

"Dance water, dance!" He cried with a jovial fling of his arm.

Riku skidded to a stop as he raised his sword in defense to slash away the water clones with a curse.

Behind Demyx, his companion nodded.

"You seem to have this, I will fetch the boy." He said quietly, and vanished into a dark portal.

"W-what? Hey hold on-! Vexen!" The boy shrilled angrily, only to yelp as a blade struck his hastily raised Sitar, turning to glare back at his attacker, he pouted angry cerulean met his emerald green eyes.

"You guys are just no fun…" He muttered as he dodged a deadly strike.

Axel sighed as the light turned.

"About ti-!"

"HOLY HELL." Seifer yelped as he pushed Axel out of the way as a wave of water flooded over the rooftop above them.

Hitting the ground with a yelp and a nasty scrape to the chin, Axel hissed as he got to all fours and turned to look at Seifer, stunned as his eyes took in the water that hit the ground around them with a resounding splash. In some spots the force was so great it cracked the sidewalk.

"Seifer? The fuck is going-?"

"You're coming with me." A voice interrupted and Axel froze.

Literally.

The water turned to ice all around them, pinning both teens' legs and arms to the ground. In the case of Seifer, he was frozen by his back onto the cement. The blonde cursed as he glanced up to find a darkly hooded figure.

"You…" Axel breathed in shock as he stared at the man.

Pulling back his hood, the male smiled at him, his dirty blonde hair was neatly combed and swept behind his shoulder.

"Now, come with me." Vexen said quietly as he stepped out of the dark portal and walked calmly towards Axel.

The redhead hissed, of all times for an attack, in the dark of the night on a nearly empty street!

"H-hey! Stay the fuck away from him lamer or I'll-!" Seifer snarled and stopped when the male pointed a hand at him.

Icicles formed on his fingertips, forming what appeared to… a very large, and very pointy, icicle.

"Oh damn." Seifer muttered.

"Die." Vexen hissed as he loosed the icicle at Seifer.

End Chapter 2.

No bonus scenes today! D8