Alriiiight update time! Ugh, I need to like actually post the first chapter of my XigLux story...I'll do it tomorrow. I'm procrastinating.

Time skip a few months

Axel and Saïx had been friends for the past several months, and now it was rare for them to not be seen together. Axel, though he wouldn't admit it, was actually pretty glad to have a best friend. They actually had several of the same interests. Their favorite game was Final Fantasy 4, their favorite foods usually involved some form of hot sauce, and they both enjoyed dancing.

Currently the pair were in Axel's room, Axel lying on the black blanketed bed, Saïx laying on the bright red carpet. They were trying to study for Mr. Genesis's literature test, but Mr. Genesis's tests were impossible. There was almost no point in studying for them. He had this way of looking down at his students and looking stuck up and amused no matter what you did. At least it wasn't Mr. Sephiroth's physical education class. Axel had been trying to get out of that class for a month, ever since Sephiroth mocked him for falling while running his weekly mile.

"Any idea on what this means?" Saïx asked. Axel looked up from his own text book.

"Which phrase."

"Okay it's less a phrase and more the entire poem."

"Which one?"

"...There's more than one?"

"Dude..." Axel sighed. All this poetry was driving his head into a tunnel. In other words, he was going insane. Currently, they studying Carpe Diem by Robert Frost, one of the poems they'd been assigned to read over the week. One out of five. "Okay Genesis really should be teacher college what the fuck we are high schoolers!"

"I think it's cause Mr. Angeal and Mr. Sephiroth work here." Saïx explained. "They went to high school together and Angeal and Genesis got together and they made him promise to teach at the same place they did."

"Lame."

"I know right." Saïx shut his book. "Alright. My brain has exploded."

"Aren't you usually the hardworker?" Axel asked.

"Fuck you." Axel snorted at the retort and harsh glare he received from the blunette. "Besides, I'm hungry. Let's just eat food and get back to studying." Axel groaned. "What's your problem?"

"So our poem is Carpe Diem, right?" Axel asked. Saïx nodded. "That's means 'seize the day', right?" Another nod. "We aren't Carpe Dieming!" Saïx raised his eyebrow. "Come on! We're in high school! Aren't we supposed to be doing stupid things? Hijacking cars and getting drunk illegally?"

"Axel that's sounds more like a criminal than a teenager." Saïx commented. "High school is studying, Axel. It's studying and school and-"

"And it sucks." Axel said. Saïx paused for a moment and then finally nodded in agreement. "Listen, you know the campsite nearby?" His sighed and nodded, leading Axel to grin in glee.

"I know that expression." Saïx said with a frown. "That's the 'oh shit' expression. I hate that expression."

"Listen, I have marshmallows, hot dogs, and metal sticks." Axel explained. "Let's say we hop that fence and have us a campfire?"

"I'd say you're stupid." Saïx commented.

"And yet I'm a genius, got it memorized?" Axel said, leaving to grab the food. Rude and Reno wouldn't be coming home till the next morning, meaning they were clear for not getting caught, hopefully. He came back out with sticks and food. "Let's go."

There was very short argument that Axel ended up winning with his famous kitten eyes. They walked out of the apartment, Axel locking it on his way out, and headed to the campsite, hopping the fence and lighting the fire. They sat on a log and put their sausages over the fire.

According to Rude, whenever Axel and Reno sat near a fire, their hair lit up and looked like it had burst into flames. Apparently it was beautiful. Axel wondered what Saïx thought. Saïx eyes looked amazing, they would glowing from the reflection of the fire in front of them. Did Saïx think he was as pretty as he thought Saïx was, at least right now?

Wait, what was he thinking? Axel didn't care what Saïx thought. Saïx didn't think Axel was pretty. Saïx was into girls, right? Not that Axel didn't have fairly feminine hips, but he was still a boy! No. He didn't care at all what Saïx thought. Axel knew he was gay, but no. No he wasn't into Saïx.

He flinched when he felt something touch his hand and almost pulled away until he realized that the weight on his hand was keeping him from moving it. He looked down to see Saïx's hand on his, and looked up to see the golden eyes staring away from him.

"Um...excuse?" Axel asked. Saïx looked over and looked down at his hand, but didn't make any movement to remove his hand, serving to aggravate him more. "Did I say you could touch me?"

"You don't let the others touch you because they're them." Saïx said. "I get to touch you because I'm not them."

"That's not how it works!" Axel snapped, finally ripping his hand away.

"Fine, sorry." Saïx muttered. There was an awkward pause before Saïx spoke again. "If you don't mind me asking...why don't you like being touched?" Axel pulled his knees as close and hugged himself a little bit, pondering as to whether or not he could tell Saïx this. "You can trust me. I promise I won't tell anyone. We're friends."

"Well...if you absolutely promise." Axel looked at him seriously. Saïx nodded. "Alright... I live with Reno now because of this. When I was ten, I was in the car with my mom going to get some pain pills for a migraine I was having. When we were heading back, we got rammed in the side by a truck. My mom's side. I lived, though I was in the hospital for three months and had to have physical therapy for two years, but my mom...she didn't make it..."

"I'm so sorry..." Saïx said. Axel shrugged.

"That's just the beginning of it." He explained. "After that my dad started drinking...and then he started getting really angry. At first it was just yelling. He said it was my fault. It is though. I was the one who asked for medicine. But about a year later he started beating me, and a year after that he started using me as a...replacement for my mom. It really was my fau-"

"Stop it." Saïx said harshly, causing Axel to stop immediately. He was about start apologizing when Saïx spoke. "Don't you dare say it was your fault." Axel looked at him in a confused way. "You don't like being touched because of what he did to you, and now when people touch you it reminds you of that pain, right?"

"Right."

"I'm not going to tell you to stop blaming yourself." Saïx said. "I don't have any control over what you do, but I am going to tell you that it's not your fault. Even if it was your fault in anyway, what your father did was inexcusable. He's the adult, you're the child, and you just lost your mom. Yeah, he needed to grieve, but he also needed to step up and be there for you instead of falling apart and wrapping you in pain."

"Saïx...what're you...?"

"Listen, I know you don't believe me when I say it's not your fault." Saïx interrupted he question, and Axel nodded. "I still know it's not your fault, and I'm going to keep telling you that everyday until you believe me."

Axel didn't know how to respond to Saïx right now. The golden eyed boy was looking at him so intensely, saying words that made so much and so little sense. So many emotions all coming out at the same time. He reached for the blunette just slightly. Would he do it? Could he do it?

Throwing all caution to the wind, Axel threw his arms around Saïx's shoulders and buried his face into to crook of the other's neck. Saïx was slow at first, gently wrapping his arms around the redhead as to not scare him before tightening his grip, refusing to let him go.

Saïx was right. Axel wouldn't let the others touch them because they were them. Saïx got to touch him because he wasn't.

Alright...that happened. This was supposed to be a filler chapter, what the fuck happened? Well... I'm sorry if they seem OOC. Please keep reading, enjoying, and reviewing.