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Warning: Boy-Love/Yaoi

Title: Broken Clockwork
Chapter: 7; Cash and Tacky Wallets

Summary: Roxas was always on top of things, following time down to the second. Until he met Axel, carefree and fun. What happens when you mix two opposite elements of life together?

luluNOTE:

THANKS SO MUCH TO Erinicole12, DemmyandZexy, REIzor Image, xxjust-a-nobodyxx, cherry, Roxastheguineapig, Following Padfoot's Pawprints, defy destiny, anime-lova-xoxo, and SpazzyNinjaSpork FOR REVIEWING. WOW! THAT'S A LOT! LOL. has a heart attack from being so amazed

The mosquitoes this year are really biting! I've gotten another mosquito bite on my pinky, one on my wrist, another one on my foot, and another one on my toe… all in the past week! I mean, sheesh! They just had to wait until school started to start biting me, didn't they?

WOW! I just realized that one of the people with Broken Clockwork on their alert list is one of the deviants I'm watching online! She's amazing at drawing! I love her stuff. I DEMAND YOU TO CHECK OUT HER STUFF!

Her FF username: illbewaiting

Her deviantArt username: illbewaiting (same thing)

http://illbewaiting.deviantart. com (take out the space before com)

IF YOU EVEN WANT ME TO CHECK OUT YOUR WEBPAGE OR ANYTHING, PUT IT IN A REVIEW OR PM, etc.! I'll be sure to check it out ASAP!

So, anyways – Sorry for the lack of an update this week. Or past 2 weeks… or however long I was gone for. All I know is that I was gone for what felt like an eternity. (Okay, it wasn't that long.) But I'm back now! Private school life is pretty harsh on me, especially since I'm taking 4 honors classes. I'm starting to manage my time a little better, but don't be expecting extremely frequent updates. Thanks so much to everyone that stuck around with the story or picked it up! X3 I'm so happy I have readers!

I joined an RP board recently, you can find the link to it in my profile, but I was looking at all the things you need to do… And I am FREAKED OUT! LOL I have no idea what to do since I've never done RP before. (Does that make me a n00b?) I think I might just read the RP and not actually contribute anything to it, lol.

ON WITH THE SHOW!

Has been having eye problems lately,

Lovely Lulu

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I plopped down into a booth at Cloud Café while pulling my wallet out of my back pocket. I opened it up and looked at the cash pocket. Grimacing, I noticed the lack of dough and took out the few bills I had left.

"Dammit…" I muttered as I bit my lip with my canine teeth. I knew I should've gotten more cash! Why did I just walk out of the house like that? Idiot! I stuffed the ten dollars back into the wallet and set it down on the table. Putting my head in the palm of my hand, I examined the plain green wallet. It matched my shirt… How tacky, I thought.

A waitress walked up to the table and asked if I was ready to order.

"I'm just waiting for someone. Thanks. I'll order later, though," I smiled with my awesomely sexy smile and she turned her head to the side to hide a smile back.

"Alright," she said and walked away.

I began to play with my wallet, opening it and closing it and opening it and closing it and… You get the point. I took out every cent and every bill in the wallet and counted my change – four times. I was so bored that I started to draw imaginary pictures on the table with my finger. After getting sick of doing that, I picked up a pen from the little thing on the side of the table with the salt and junk and doodled on a receipt in my wallet. After filling the paper up with amazing art (not really) I looked around the café to see totally new people sitting around me. I continued to look around to see if I knew anybody, but there was nobody to be found. I stared at the parking lot and waited for Roxas to come walking in from the sidewalk. Nobody but an old geezer couple came.

Yeesh. Where is Roxas? I wondered. Finally, I looked at the clock.

"WHAT THE--?!" A whole 45 minutes had passed already.

5:03 PM

"Where in the Sam heck is that kid?!" I grunted angrily. "I can't believe this!" I pushed myself off the red booth seat and stomped out of the café. I looked out angrily at the small parking area in front of the café. Suddenly I spotted a small figure with spikey blonde hair funning frantically towards the café.

"AXEL!" the figure shouted, waving his hands above his head. "AXEL! I'M SORRY!"

Still in my state of anger, though mellowed out a bit by Roxas' appearance, I snorted unhappily and headed in the opposite direction away from him.

"AXEL! WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN!" Roxas finally caught up with me, panting and out of breathe. I stopped abruptly and stood still, not facing him.

I listened to him breathing harshly and started to feel sorry for him. I didn't mean to leave like that! I wanted to turn around and hug him and let him sit down so he could take a break. Poor kid… I'm such a jerk! I couldn't face him, though, because that would wreck the entire, 'I'm pissed at your late appearance so get lost, loser' – thing. I liked listening to him call my name anyways.

"Axel… huff… huff… wheeze… I can… huff… explain… cough."

"Well?" I spun around on my heel, sure that I could pull off the aforementioned expression. I was taken aback at how beautiful Roxas was and almost blew it. ALMOST! But I kept my cool and just gave him the subtle once-over.

Tired little ol' Roxas was panting (ooh, how sexy), supporting himself with his hands on his bent knees. He was wearing a form-fitting hooded zip-up jacket with black and white newspaper clipping patterns on it. The sleeves were pushed back to his elbows and the jacket was half unzipped to show a crisp white tee underneath with a graphic design in the middle of his chest. His Bermuda shorts were white with black checkers running down on the sides next to the seams. A pair of black and white Vans graced his sock-free feet. Ooh, I was liking the cute black and white look he was giving me… Very nice style, I decided.

Roxas hadn't noticed me staring at him for a while as he fought to catch his breath. He looked up, hands still on his knees and squinted his eyes.

"Can we please… huff… Just… huff… Sit down for a sec?" he pleaded with me. Anything you want, baby!

"Sure. Come on," I said, keeping my voice indifferent and leading him into the café. I turned to sit down at the very first booth next to the door to save him the trouble of walking too far. Cute little Roxas with his adorable matching clothes needed his rest! Even if he was 45 minutes late!

I slid into the seat and laced my fingers together, resting my head on top of them. I stared at a not-as-tired-anymore Roxas.

"Axel! I'm sorry. I got totally lost…"

"Get off at the wrong stop or something?"

"Yes! Multiple times!" A very confused look crossed my face. It's common to miss a stop or get off at the one after or before when riding a subway… but multiple times? Not too common.

"Multiple… times?"

"I… Well… How do I say this? It's kind of embarrassing, I guess," Roxas scratched his head and his face blushed slightly.

"What?" I probed. Roxas' secrets? I'm all in, man!

"Promise you won't laugh or anything?"

"I give you my word," I raised my right hand and smiled.

"… I've never ridden on a subway train before."

I sat there, a little dumbfounded for a few seconds before shaking my head and saying, "What? Could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you right."

"You did. I've never been on a subway train before," he repeated.

"Care to… uh… elaborate? How is possible you've never been on a subway train? How do you get around?" I was so confused at this point. I had never been on anything BUT a subway train, and here was a beautiful kid with the most adorable clothes who had never been to, probably, the subway STATION.

"I've always just taken my car. I never needed to use the subway before…"

"Never?" Roxas shook his head, obviously embarrassed. His cheeks were patched with bright pink. "Never ever?" He shook his head adorably again.

"Never ever. Ever," he repeated.

"What about before you could drive? What'd you do then?" I was totally interested and curious.

"My uh…"

"Parents drove you?"

"No…" he put both his hands on his head and sucked in his lips. "My servants drove me."

"Your SERVANTS?!" So much I didn't know about this kid! He was just full of surprised wasn't he? Well, I guess I didn't really get to know him

… at all.

"Yeah. My… servants."

I sat there, mouth agape, looking at him for a while. Whew. Wow. Wooow. A kid who never rode the subway train and instead had his servant drive for him.

"Wow," I blinked a couple times, trying to absorb this new piece of information. I had never known anything but the life on the streets and here was Mr. McRichRich here. "Seriously?" Part of me wanted him to deny it and the other part of my wanted him to say, 'I have a mansion, too.'

"I have a mansion, too," he mentioned.

I stared straight into his eyes, mouth still hanging wide open. Did I just swallow a fly? He took the words right of my mouth.

He began to laugh quietly. The laugh got a little louder and formed into a hearty chuckle of some sorts. "This happens every time I meet somebody new, and let me tell you – That is not often. Not often at all."

"What… happens?" I asked.

"They go –" he made an expression of complete confusion, a little bit too exaggerated and chuckled again.

I laughed a little. "Seriously? I'm sorry. I'm just… super surprised I met somebody who was rich."

"Ha! Rich… sure – maybe in money, but other things? Not so much."

"What do you mean by that?" I was asking a lot of questions this time.

"Like, how I suck at life," he replied simply.

"What? You?! You suck at life? Impossible. No way. I won't believe it. Look at you!"

"I…" He smiled, embarrassed. "Thanks… I guess. Say, uh… I don't know how to ask this… I've never really done it much except with Naminé. Um… Do you want to come over to my house… maybe? I mean, if you don't want to, that's totally fine. I get that and all, man. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry, you probably don't want to… come over."

"Yeah, actually. Let's go!" I replied enthusiastically. I was already in his house?! Awesome! Score one for Axel.

"Um… Can you help me get home, though? I'm not too good with, uh… the subway… If you couldn't tell."

I laughed and got up from my spot on the table. I extended a hand out to Roxas to help him get down from the ledge the booth was on.

"No problem."

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Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Din-

"I TOLD YOU TO GO AWAY ALREADY!" I threw the door open, expecting Naminé to be on my doorstep. Instead, I found someone else…

"Having a good day, Sora?"

"RIKU!?" omigodomigodomigodomigod. "I mean, uh… What's… up?" I feigned calmness… and I failed.

"Heh," omigod he just said a 'heh'! "Nice house," he commented. "See you at school," with that, he turned around and walked off the front steps.

"Wait… What? That's it?" I stepped out of the house, craving for more Riku-time.

Without stopping, he replied, "Yeah," and got into his car. I didn't want to chase after him, though I would've, because he might think that's a little… strange. Then I'd lose all hope of ever becoming friends with him! Or more! I stood there, in the doorway, watching as his car leisurely drove off into the distance, out of the subdivision.

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luluNOTE:

If you guys don't mind, I will be switching to 3rd person sometimes. I think it helps for both characters points of views, so it's easier to work with. 1st person is easy to write with, too, but I'll be using 3rd person sometimes from now on. Yup!

-- Lovely Lulu

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"I had trouble with the whole ticket thing… but I bought this card…" Roxas held up a punch card for the subway. "The guy at the little booth told me I needed it…"

I laughed and took out my own small punch card. Roxas was so cute…

"Yeah, you'll need this to get on the train. Come on, let's go down," I said as I led the blonde down the stairs. God, was I glad I had a left over punch card… I didn't bring enough money, after all. "Where do you live?"

"Twilight Palace Boulevard," he answered.

"Sheesh! Sounds fancy! I've never heard of it before…" I walked over to a map and searched it for this 'Twilight Palace Boulevard'. Seriously, though. Palace? Whew… This kid's got to be loaded… Finding it on the map, I looked around for the subway station. Finding a nearby one, I ran a slender finger down the list of trains and destinations.

"…long fingers," I turned around to face Roxas who was staring at my hand.

"Did you say something?" Shaking his head he put his hands up, blushing. Aw.

"N-no! Nothing…"

"What'd you say?" I badgered.

"Nothing! Just… your fingers are really… long…" he trailed off at the end, cheeks burning. I ruffled his hair then took his hand, leading him to a bench.

"Come on. We have to wait for the next train," I walked at a regular pace and started to notice my hand getting sweaty. Wait. Was that my hand? Or was it… Roxas' hand?

"I, uh…" Roxas mumbled. "My hand… uh…" Although he mumbled, he made no effort to take his hand out of my grasp. Good sign. YES! Score point for Axel!

"Hm?" I made no indication of concern. Inside, though, I was dying with happiness and squeals of joy. It seemed too soon when we reached a free bench to sit at. Finally, I let go of Roxas' hand reluctantly and looked to the side to save him the embarrassment of me watching him wipe his palms on his pants. So cute… But I couldn't help commenting.

"Sweaty hands?" I asked him.

"No offense, but… Your hands are really warm!" he exclaimed. "When you grabbed my hand it got hot real quick. Are you sick or something?" What? His hands weren't sweaty because of anxiety? Because of nervousness? Anything? They were sweaty because my hands were warm?!

"What do you mean?!" I asked a little too frantically. I didn't sound offended or anything, just extremely worried. A little taken aback, Roxas leaned back slightly.

"Um… They're just really warm hands is all… Here, compare," he took one of my wrists and pushed a palm against my own. His fingers barely reached the second knuckle of my own. There was definitely a temperature difference, but nothing I hadn't felt before. "See? Your hands are a lot warmer than mine," Roxas pointed out.

"My body temperature is naturally higher than most people's," I scratched my head. "It's about 100° regularly," I stuck my tongue out and looked down at our hands, still together. Roxas was looking down at the conjoined digits, turning my hand over again and again, fascinated. We sat in a comfortable silence as I watched him observe my hand. Suddenly, he stopped. "What's wrong?" Roxas put my hand back in my lap.

"Sorry… I kind of got carried away," although his head was bowed down, I could still see the red blush spreading across his face, even to his ears and down his neck.

"Aw, that's alright. I don't mind. I don't mind at all," I smirked.

"Subway Train Leaving for Dawn Palace Boulevard. Please stand clear of the opening doors. Subway Train Leaving for Twilight Palace Boulevard. Please stand clear of the opening doors, thank you," the intercom announced.

"That's us," I stood up. "Let's go!"

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"Sora!" I turned my head away from the pillow case I was sewing a floral pattern onto to find Cloud walking through the door from the garage into the kitchen. I was sitting in the living room, which was open to the kitchen, which is where the door from the garage led to.

"Hey, Cloud! Look! I started a new little project," I took the needle and thread, and the pillow and bounced over to the kitchen to show Cloud. "Look! Hyacinths. You like it or what? Isn't it just awesome? I was walking home and the park just grew some new flowers out front, so I was wondering what kind they were and I just started thinking of hyacinths, but they totally aren't hyacinths or anything, you know, but that was just what came to my mind. You know how you just think of these random things sometimes? It just kind of pops up into your head and you just have to get it down in some kind of medium, right? So I just sewed it. It's coming along pretty nice, huh?"

"Ooh. Nice? You're practically shoving it up my nose, Sora! You'll poke somebody with that pointy needle…" Cloud batted the pillow case away from his face gently. That's when I saw another person behind him.

"Who's that?" I set the pillow case on the kitchen island and stuck the needle into the cloth. Peeking around Cloud's muscle-y shoulders, I saw… Whoa! Was that what I thought it was? One of the famously rumored… Blunettes?!

"Huh? Oh him? This is Zexion," Cloud stepped aside to let him in, but Zexion didn't move. He just looked me up and down with the one eye not covered by his huge blue bang.

"Whoa… Blue hair…"

"It's purple, man!"

"No! Blue!"

"Purple!"

"Blue!"

Zexion coughed into his fist.

"I believe it's more or less of a violet color than blue or purple. You are Sora, I presume?" he took his un-coughed-into hand and held it out for me to shake. Whoa. High class. I shook his hand and turned around to grab my pillowcase.

"Come on in, you guys. Oh, Cloud," I turned to face the blonde. "We got some new Oreo cake last night."

"Ooh!" Cloud quickly zipped over to the 'fridge and yanked the door open. I walked over to the couch in the living room and plopped down on a cushion, beginning to sew again.

"You have a rather commodious house, Sora," the blunette said as he gazed around the room, lingering his gaze on the ceiling.

"Co…mmodious?" I looked up from my pillowcase. Zexion just nodded slightly.

"It's very capacious, generous, voluminous, unrestricted…" I looked dumbly at the smart man. "Hm. In your terms: big."

"WHOA. COOL!" I shouted. "This is so much fun. Now describe me! Describe me!

"You… are ebullient," said Zexion.

"WHOA. COOL! I'm ebullient," I repeated enthusiastically.

"Now describe Cloud!"

"Er…"

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This sure is going to be interesting… thought Zexion.

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luluNOTE:

"WHAT?! That's all your giving us this chapter?!"

Yeah, sorry. Its a rather short chapter. It's only about 3,393 words long. My last chapter was 4725 words long (according to FF). I guess it's not too bad.

I can't believe I actually found time to even type this up, though. Finally, some of my ideas are coming into play here, like Axel's abnormal body temperature and the street Roxas lives on and how Roxas has never been on a subway train… I've only been on one a couple times, though, too. I don't live in a very urban area, so I usually just take a car. No, I always take a car. The only time I've ever ridden on a subway is in New York or in China or San Francisco or something, so if there's like, a WHOLE TON of problems with the subway train system, feel free to tell me! Now you know the reason why! XD

Enough already. We're waiting, come on, let's go-o-o-o… OUT OF CONTROL!

Where's that from? Kudos to you if you know. It's a pretty easy one. Lyrics from a song.

By the way, if you guys want to see what kind of house Roxas and Sora have, I'll be posting a picture on my deviantart. Check my FF profile for the link later on.

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