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Chapter Three - Day Three

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Thursday September 10th

Day Three - Third period

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Roxas was moping, something in his chest feeling empty and warm. His thoughts were unable to concentrate on the words that were being forced at him from his black-haired teacher. He brushed a finger absentmindedly over his forehead sadly.

Axel hadn't found him this morning.

Whether he wanted to be found or not still was a question that the blonde was asking, but he knew one thing - he couldn't help but feel a deep pang of regret for sending his disapproval of the redhead out so blatantly. Only another half hour of dull class before lunch.

"Roxas? Is everything okay? You're pretty quiet."

Hayner's voice didn't even register in his thoughts. Instead he took a deep breath, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. Searching quickly through his very short list of contacts, Roxas easily found the redhead's number, sending a text to the elder teen.

'Axel? Axel ... I'm ... kinda ... kindasortasorryaboutyesterday.'

"Roxas? You okay? C'mon, man, stop ignoring me. I'm sorry about not talkin' to you yesterday! I was a prick, I know. But ... Ugh, I'm just ... sorry."

The younger blonde turned to his best friend. "Hmm? You said something? Sorry. I was busy." Chesnut eyes widened in shock only to be narrowed in disappointment.

"I was saying that I was sorry about yesterday."

"Strange. So was I." Roxas turned back in his seat, facing front.

"So you aren't even gonna ask me why I was saying sorry?"

"Nope. Because I know you'll be telling me anyways."

"Hell yeah. Cause you need to know, Roxas."

Unless it's about Axel, I'm not interested, was what the blonde wanted to hiss, but caught himself. Saying something like that would mean he actually cared about Axel. Axel cared about him -apparently- but he didn't care about Axel. Sure, the redhead was funny, in a perverted sense. He was incredibly good looking - using it to his advantage. Hell, Axel would have been a fine catch and he could honestly see himself falling for the elder teen, had he just taken his time. A sigh from the elder blonde and a foot nudged him.

".. even listening, are you?"

"Hmm, what? No. Sorry, Hayner. I have a lot on my mind right now."

"And I don't?! Roxas, don't space out on me. Just for two seconds, okay?" The younger nodded. "Me and Pence ... we ... we're ... Gah, I dunno what we are, but we're something." Another nod. Roxas didn't understand a word his best friend had just said, his mind flashing back to those vibrant red spikes.

"That's nice," he managed. Hayner glowered at him.

"You don't even care?"

"Boys at the back! Do you have something you would like to share with the rest of the class?"

Roxas averted his eyes, but Hayner turned his glower onto the teacher. Sending a quick warning glance towards the elder, Roxas winced as Hayner stood. "Sit down, Hayner."

"No, Roxas. I'm getting sick and tired of this! You won't even pay any attention to me or Pence anymore. It's like we don't even exist."

"It's been two days!"

"And that's enough." Hayner shoved his things together, picking up his backpack and marching across the class, slamming himself melodramatically into his new chair with a huff.

"Is this all settled? No more interruptions?"

Both of the blondes just huffed, crossing their arms over their chests and glaring in opposite directions.

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Day Three - Lunch

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"Where are you, Axel?" The blonde huffed, repositioning his book-bag strap on his shoulder as he stared at the closed music-room door. He wanted to just sit down and curl into a ball. Not ever feeling such separation anxiety before in his life, the teen felt as though he were about to crumble to the ground. His whole body was shaking and he was getting angry at himself for it. "I don't like him, I don't like him," he had to repeat to himself.

"Who don't you like, little lamer?"

Roxas winced at the voice coming up from behind him. A fire burned in his stomach, but it was one of pure fear, not the heat that Axel's voice made him feel. He had ground that threatening voice into his mind to make sure he'd be safe from it. Not wanting to be near the elder blonde, Roxas pretended as though he hadn't heard his words and started down the hall.

"I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid, kid."

Another wince distorted Roxas' features as Seifer gripped a hold of his shoulder, spinning him and pressing his back against the wall, a yelp ripping from Roxas' lips. He backed as far as he could into the brick, trying his hardest to get out of his elder's grip.

Where was his Knight in Shining Armor when he needed him?

Plots of being a damsel in distress disappeared from Roxas' mind as he felt a warm breath against his ear and a hand moving down between his legs. Roxas whimpered, gasping, panic coursing through his body. "N-No! Please! Get away from me! Get off!"

"I don't see what Axel likes about you. You're not a total slut. There is nothing outstanding about you at all! Just a worthless piece of trash."

Roxas shook his head, pressing his hands against Seifer's chest in an attempt to push the stronger teen off of himself. "N-No! No! No! No, no, no! Get off me!"

"... really could use a little bit of work. Other than that though, the whole composition is completely- Rox-as? Roxas?! Siefer, get your hands off of him!"

Relief refused to wash over the blonde as Seifer ground their hips together, Axel appearing at the other end of the hall with both Demyx and the black-haired drummer in tow. The redhead began to march forward, but stopped at the smirk on Seifer's face. "What would you say if he was doing this willingly? Who said he had to choose you?"

"R-Rox?" The youngest blonde whimpered, panic still clearly etched onto his features. He didn't even comprehend what was going on. Vaguely did he feel Seifer's fingers trailing over his skin. Only Axel's voice calling his name seemed to make sense.

"Axel... Axel, help," he croaked, barely loud enough for the redhead to hear. As punishment for his disloyalty to the eldest blonde, Seifer bit down hard onto Roxas' ear lobe, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Seifer, get the fuck away from him now. Think of who you are dealing with." Axel was shaking as he stepped closer. Without even turning to the two behind him, he addressed the drummer. "Xigbar, put that gun away right now. This is a school. You are not going to be getting expelled for interfering with my business."

"As if. I wouldn't get caught."

"Xig, c'mon, just put it away," Demyx whined, turning to his love. Xigbar sighed, moving his hand deeper into his long coat before pulling it back out, empty.

Seifer gripped Roxas closer to himself as Axel approached, menace and rage flowing from him like rolling flames. Not relinquishing his hold on the younger blonde, Seifer clamped his teeth down harder still on Roxas' ear as Axel wrapped his fingers around that bare neck. One arm wrapping around Roxas, the other lifting the threat up off the ground, Axel snarled, his grip tightening on the elder blonde until he could no longer hold onto Roxas.

"Demyx, take care of him."

The singer ran forward to meet the traumatized youngster, gripping him in a protective hug before pulling back to be wrapped up in the arms of his own protection.

"I want to shoot the sick fuck. Please, Dembabe. Please!"

"No, just let Axel take care of it. I don't want you getting into trouble."

Roxas peeked through the mass of protecting arms surrounding him, a strange calm washing over his shaking body. Seifer was visibly struggling, his hands trying to pry Axel's fingers away from his throat.

"I'm warning you, Seifer. Touch him again and I won't let go." As Seifer's face was beginning to turn blue from lack of oxygen, the redhead threw him down to the ground, holding himself back as the impulse to pounce almost became too much. Seeing this, Seifer flipped himself over onto his knees, scampering to his feet and bolting, skidding around the corner, a dog with his tail stuck between his legs.

"Let me go, let me go," Roxas whined, struggling from his elders' grasp, running to the redhead as he turned. "Axel," he almost sobbed, shoving his face into Axel's chest, grabbing him around the waist. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so God damn sorry."

"You're okay now, squirt. I've got you. C'mon, let's get into that class and find out what happened, okay?" The blonde nodded, but it was apparent that he could move no more. Axel sighed, struggling to loosen the grip around his waist. "Here, let go for a sec, babe. I promise I won't leave you." To strengthen his promise, Axel kissed the blonde's forehead. Roxas visibly melted, almost falling back before Axel gripped him, taking him under the armpits and hauling him up as though he were two again. He rested his head on Axel's shoulder while he crossed his feet behind the redhead's back so as not to fall onto the ground.

The blonde only let his feet drop when Axel moved over to the wall, motioning that he'd like to sit. Roxas stayed curled up on him, now kneeling on the ground in order to keep his embrace locked. Axel didn't mind. He held the younger boy close, rocking him gently to soothe him.

"Dem, he really loves your voice. Maybe you could sing for a bit."

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Day Three - After School

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"C'mon, man, you ask me to meet you here and you don't show? Stupid idiot." Roxas glowered at his shoes as he stood under a set of stairs, having been asked by the redhead to meet there.

"Hopefully I'm not the idiot, babe," Axel chuckled as Roxas spun to look at the stairs beside him. Smirking, Axel stood, but kept his legs bent slightly, one hand on the rail. Roxas cringed as he watched the redhead. Where Axel was standing was above his blonde spikes.

"Please, just walk down. Don't try to show off so much."

"Why? You afraid I'll get hurt?"

"Yeah."

Axel cooed, lunging over the railing anyways to land flat on his feet in front of the younger teen. "I'm touched, Rox."

"What did you want? I have a lot of homework and I need to get home."

"Don't worry. It won't take long." Axel moved slightly closer to the blonde, gripping his chin in fingers that had previously almost choked someone into unconsciousness earlier in the day. Roxas shuddered at the contact, feeling the immense power in those nimble fingers. Leaning his face closer, Axel caused another shudder to run through the blonde.

"Wh-what are you ...."

"Roxas, I'm going to kiss you now. I don't care what you say, so no protesting. If you like it, well, you like it. If you don't, I promise I'll just love you from afar. Just promise that you'll stay my friend."

Roxas felt his heart begin beating in his ears, almost drowning the sound of his elder out. He was shaking uncontrollably, confusion and inner turmoil pressing around his mind.

Axel lowered his lips farther, dusting them against Roxas', evidently holding back all the want and need and lust that he felt as he, too, shook. Barely able to hold back the gasp that wanted to rip from him, Roxas felt himself melt. Even through his shaking, his hands moved on their own, up to Axel's neck, pulling him closer as their lips crashed. Axel couldn't hold himself back, pressing the blonde back into the wall, trapping him with one arm while the other still held the blonde's chin as said blonde worked his lips against Axel's.

Axel had to pull back when he felt a leg wrapping around his own, both boys panting. Cerulean orbs grew wide and the hands that had so eagerly pulled the redhead forward now pushed him away. Tears were forming in those beautiful blue eyes as Roxas brushed past Axel. He stopped before he made it to the corner, one foot already around it.

"Screw you, Axel. I don't know what you just did to me, but I sure as hell didn't like that," the blonde hissed, disappearing from view, leaving behind a stunned Axel.

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To Be Continued

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Silly Roxas. You so enjoyed that. And, don't yell at me. Guns can so be taken to school. O.o Happens all the time. Well, not in my school, but, I've heard about it. A while ago. :D

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