a/n Sorry it's been so long! School is a bitch. I'm in my senior year of high school and like almost all my classes are AP (advanced placement) and the work load is immense. Anyhow, enough of my bitching. Let's start, shall we?

"Saïx...can I spend the night at your house?"

Axel had been home alone for about a week and half. He was currently sitting in the school dance studio with his best friend, both of them leaning against the mirror. His left leg was pulled to his chest and he had the other out in front of him. They were technically supposed to be stretching for their practice, but Axel didn't really feel like dancing today. He only came because he'd skipped a couple of days the prior week. He felt obligated to show up. Saïx looked at him and frowned.

"I don't know Axel..." He said. Axel gave him a desperate look. "Why can't we just stay at your house like we usually do?"

"Please, Saïx." He whined. "I need to not be at my house tonight." When Saïx continued to give him skeptical look he flopped down onto his side with his head is Saïx's lap. "Please? Please? Please? Please? Pleeease? Plea-"

"Oh my god fine." Saïx finally relented. "But don't touch anything, okay?"

"Got it." Axel nodded, grinning. They'd been best friends for months and this was the first time Axel had been to Saïx's apartment. He was excited.

"Alright just put your backpack there." Saïx said, pointing at a low shelf. Axel set down his fiery red backpack next Saïx's deep blue one. He looked around at the apartment. It was nice. Really nice. In Axel's apartment you could tell three people lived there, as he hadn't wanted to clean up. Reno's doodles were all around the apartment, and the paperwork of both the adults managed to take up a small piece of each table. There was almost always at least one dirty dish in the sink, and the counters had a small amount of left over cooking spices that made the room smell like some kind of garlic concoction. The bathroom counters were a mess because of Axel and Reno's various pills and all their tooth brushes and various face products.

Saïx's house was polished. The floors shone and there wasn't a single piece of...well anything out of place. The entire apartment smelled like lysol and the tables were shiny and completely clear of all clutter. There were pictures of landscapes all over, and Axel walked around, trying to find any pictures of Saïx or his family. He finally found one over a small set of shelves that contained books and candles of various scents.

In the picture Saïx appeared to be a few years younger, maybe thirteen, and he was a black suit with a deep red tie. He stood with his back straight, with a serious face, but you could tell he wasn't quite an adult. He looked kind of like a child wearing his father's clothes and pretending he had adult problems. Axel smiled. It was kind of cute. Then he noticed the tall, blue haired man next to Saïx in the picture, the one with the...impressive hairstyle.

"Saïx, why do you have a picture with Seymour Guado?" He called. Seymour Guado was a politician, noted for attempting to pass incredibly homophobic policies and being an unabashed supporter of the "Kill All Sodomites Bill". Axel had no idea how the man continued to have influence in national government, but he did. "Do we need to have a talk?"

"No, we don't." Saïx said, walking over from his kitchen. They both looked up at the picture together in a moment of silence, and then the blunette opened his mouth again. "Seymour Guado is my...father..."

"What?!"

Seymour...

Seymour Guado...

Saïx Guado...

How did he not make this connection before!

"Your father is the most homophobic asshole in politics...?" Axel asked. He just wanted to clarify. Maybe Saïx had said...uncle, and he just misheard. Unfortunately, it was not so. Saïx had nodded. "Why didn't you tell me!"

"Well, it's not something I really proud of!" Saïx snapped. Axel looked at him incredulously, and then back at the picture. Now that he really thought about it, there were quite a few similarities between the man and his son. There was of course the blue hair, but they also seemed to hold themselves in the same way. Their faces were similar, and they had the same self confidant smirk. It was actually kind of creepy. People told Axel that he and Reno looked similar, but this was a whole different story. Of course, Axel looked almost nothing like his father. "I'm sorry I snapped, but it is true. Seymour Guado is my father, but I don't agree with anything he says. He's a total douchebag."

"You can say that again..." The red head muttered. "I'm sorry I freaked out, I was just really, really surprised. He doesn't live here, right?"

"No, he lives in a mansion on the coast. Shortly after this picture was taken I decided I didn't want to live with him, so he agreed to get me this apartment. He pays my rent every month and sends me food for money. I just work so I can extra cash."

"But I remember you saying you lived with your mom or something."

"My mom died of lung cancer when I was nine Axel. I lied when I said that. Sometimes people do that." There was a pause. "...Sorry."

"It's okay. I get it." Axel said, waving his hand to signify that he was brushing it off. "Let's just go watch some Hellsing or something, okay?" Saïx smiled a little bit, clearly appreciative that Axel wasn't pushing the issue.

"Okay."

I UPDATED! HOORAY! This went on a temporary hiatus due to a mixture of writers block and sheer business. Just...UGH. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed and please review.