AN: I'm typing this right now, not even knowing what Axel's plan is…and I have another test tomorrow! :D My life is nice. Anyways, so I'm having some difficulty coming up with a plan. I'm just gonna blabber on a little before getting to it. By the way, I'm clearly not following the Zexion, Axel, Demyx, Roxas, Marluxia pattern with POVs here. Clearly.

Chapter Eight: Deliberations

AXEL POV

"Zexion, get out of my house," Axel said, coldly.

"Aw, come on, Axel. I was male PMSing! You know how I can get sometimes, and you also know that I cannot control it. I am a victim!" the slate-haired teen replied pleadingly.

"No. You refused to help me, and that makes you a bad friend. It makes you a horrible friend. When you PMSed at me, I was like totally willing to feed your intestines to my nonexistent cow."

"What? Have you ever helped me? Ever?"

"No, but you have the gift of advice-giving, which you should use well to help people!"

"You're an idiot. Whatever. Text me when you decide to stop being such a hypocrite and a child."

"Psh, yeah. H'okay," came the sarcastic reply.

Demyx came bursting in through the door, spinning like a pretty, pretty ballerina. "Zexy told me to meet him here!" he shouted happily. Then he saw Zexion storming past him to stand in the doorway, which confused him greatly. "Wait, why are you leaving? You told me to come here! Zexy? Zexy!"

Zexion continued to stoically walk on. He opened the door, and before he left, he turned dramatically and threw Axel a cold glare, one that the redhead gladly returned, and his was just as cold. Boy, was it getting chilly in there? Demyx started to shiver involuntarily. Those glares could freeze hell over and shatter the skies, slaughtering innocent children and people in the process.

"Well that was unnecessarily dramatic…and cold…and uncalled for," Demyx murmured as he watched the two in their childish glare-contest, the blond still shivering uncontrollably. He groaned in frustration when his teeth started to shatter and his knees started shaking and knocking together. When he thought of the glares as cold, he had meant it as a figure of speech! How were their glares actually having such an affect on the temperature? What the hell was this, some kind of fan fiction? The be-mull-hawked blonde hugged himself and rubbed the sides of his arms to create warmth with friction. Suddenly, Zexion gave up the immature glaring-contest-game-thing and walked out the door like a model would walk down a runway, except madder, and possibly even better-looking. Well, it was like that in Demyx's opinion. After all, Zexion was the blonde's everything. Cheesy, yeah, but true.

"Dem, I think you should like talk to him or something. Tell him to calm his pants. He's totally male PMSing right now."

"What?! You want me to face Zexion when he's having one of his bitch fits? Do you hate me that much? I thought we were closer than that!"

"You know he won't lash out at you, Dem. He luuurves you. And you have a magical and mystical ability to make anyone feel better by just talking to them. If you could make Zexion the Bitch That Everyone Loves Despite His Bitchiness feel better, it would be sort of epic and legendary. Oh, maybe you should screw him! He could just be acting all bitchy because he's sexually frustrated, you know. He's not really the kind to demand it when he needs it…It would ruin his pride, I guess. Well, what little pride he has. He's such a loser."

"I get to have sex with Zexy and make him feel better? Whoa, two in one. That's the best deal I've had since I bought two cows for the price of one! Well in that case, okay." The blonde left with a small wave and pranced out the door after his lover. Axel decided he would ask about the cow thing later. He chuckled as he heard Demyx screaming "Zexion? Oh Zeeeeexy! Sexy Zexy? I have to fulfill my seduciary responsibilities as your boyfriend and reduce your level of angst!" in a singsong voice at the top of his lungs, the sounds getting fainter and fainter as Demyx jumped-ran-danced further away from Axel's house to follow after his currently-grumpy, slate-haired boyfriend.

Axel closed the door and slid his back against it further and further down until he ended up sitting on the floor, hugging his knees to him. He ran a frustrated hand through his red locks as he tried to come up with a way to confess to Roxas without scaring or hurting the kid. Unsurprisingly, he had scared or hurt people in the past…Heh, now that he thought of such times, it was kind of funny. But this wasn't the time to reminisce. This was the time to think! Suddenly, Axel regretted kicking Zexion out. He needed him most at this moment. If he had kissed enough ass, he probably would've been able to get Zexion to give even just him a little hint as to what to do. The redhead currently could use as much help as he could possibly get; he needed it. This was Roxas; he could not mess up! Oh, maybe he should've blackmailed Zexion. Axel was the only one in the world to know the kid's deepest, darkest secrets. He knew that the teen slept with dolls and peed his pants every time he saw a spider…he even had a couple pictures of such moments. In one of his pictures, Zexion was holding a bat and pointing at a spider with a horrified look on his face. The bat was blurred because he had been swinging it near the spider in an attempt to make in run away; he had missed the actual insect with each attempt. Yeah, blackmail would be a good idea. Well, it was actually kind of too late for that now, considering Zexion was gone and probably wasn't going to talk to him until tomorrow, or maybe even later. When Zexion had his bitch fits, he was stubborn and did not give in by apologizing first. He just didn't. That wasn't the Zexion way.

Wait, but why was Axel getting so perplexed over this kid? He'd never been this way before. When he went out with someone, he went out with him or her. It was never difficult to confess; he usually didn't even have to confess; they would spill their feelings out to him before he even got the chance. –Gasp!- Maybe Roxas didn't like him, which was why he wasn't confessing. Oh no, oh no! Axel hadn't even considered that maybe the blonde didn't like him back. He had always been a cocky, self-absorbed person who thought everyone in the world just had to love him. He realized that meeting Roxas had changed him drastically; he now knew that some people didn't like him, and the blonde also taught him to be kinder and gentler. Axel just couldn't be rough with the short blonde; he just seemed too delicate, like he would break with the slightest touch.

AN: That was a horrible ending. And I'm sorry, but I lied. Axel isn't putting his plan into action just yet. This wasn't planned…I didn't even know what Axel's plan was gonna be. I still don't know. So it's getting pushed back into chapter 9. So many apologies for that. This chapter is called Deliberations only because I am deliberating. No other reason. Review, please. ): And like I said in the note, I'd like it if you reviewed with suggestions to Axel's plan.