Well, this is my third chapter. Honestly, i did not expect this to get done any time soon. It is very short, but i have an excuse: Final fantasy XIII. And as of now, this story is dedicated to Mimi Foxtrot. She is quite the authoress, very skilled with emotional writing. Unfortunately, due to an unfair community service hour requirement at her school, her stories are on hiatus. However, her already completed work is very good, and i would suggest checking it out. And neither her nor i own Kingdom Hearts. If i did, that really cool guy from FF XIII with the chocobo in his afro would be in it. Well, onto the story then...

Chapter Three: Antipode

Axel sat on a rock, absentmindedly flicking his custom Zippo lighter on and off. On. And then off. For Axel was a pyro. He loved fire, from the sizzle of the flames to the smoky aroma of burning wood to the sensation of the heat on ones skin, to the cold light of the stars above. His personality matched his obsession, as he was a fiery person. Quick to anger, yet very passionate, he would lay down his life for his friends.

His passion was also matched by his physical appearance. His hair was a cherry red achieved only in the hottest of forges. He stood in a slouching stance, moved like a blaze slowly claiming a patch of earth, yet could suddenly go to a speed not unlike that of lightning in a matter of milliseconds. He always carried around with him a pair of spiked frisbees.

A single note, a high C maybe, from a stringed instrument pierced the air. A slight smile formed on Axel's lips. He put his lighter into the pocket of his ragged jeans and turned in the direction of the sound, coming to face a medium sized tent.

The tent unzipped from the inside and out walked a tall, thin man with blond hair carrying a sitar. He was absentmindedly tuning the sitar, called Arpeggio, while he was walking.

"Good morning, Demyx. I trust you slept well." Axel said, running a black gloved hand through his hair.

"Hey, Axel. Care to join me for a morning swim?" Demyx responded/asked while yawning.

"Nah… you know how I dislike water. Besides, somebody needs to get started on breakfast. May as well be me." Axel answered. Demyx shrugged, put down his sitar, grabbed a towel that read Destiny Islands Surf Shop, and began the short walk to the water. They were camped in a small knoll right near the sea.

Axel watched Demyx place his towel on a boulder near the water's edge and dive in to the salty brine. Demyx was a hydrophiliac. He loved H2O, more commonly known as water, as much as Axel loved fire. The gentle grace of a flowing stream, the grand, ancient power found in the waves of the ocean, the soft sensation of falling rain, they were the blood coursing through his veins, the beating of his heart, the air in his lungs.

Again, as with Axel, Demyx's philia matches his personality. He is a very graceful, musical sort of person. He wouldn't harm a fly, yet if someone touches his precious sitar (or his precious Axel), they will find that underneath that unintimidating exterior lies a core of strength like arctic ice.

Demyx and Axel also happened to be lovers, despite their totally opposite loves and personalities. The fire in Axel' s spirit met the water of Demyx's and formed what is known as an antipode, when two total opposites come together and create a thing of great beauty and strength.

In most parts of the world, they would have to worry about being in what fan fic writers know as a yaoi relationship. However, on Flinder's Island, people do not give a damn about ones sexuality. Ever since people stopped really caring about organized religion and started practicing their own beliefs, things became a lot more…, well free on the island. Social stigmas and taboos were slaughtered by the boat load.

The snapping of a twig in the copse of trees behind him woke Axel from his reverie. Assuming it to be just an animal, he went about gathering the cooking equipment to make breakfast when he heard voices. Axel turned and looked, wondering who on the island would have a blood alcohol content low enough to be conscious at this hour in the morning. He stealthily walks over to investigate. He found Sora and Kairi, arms wrapped around each other, strolling through the small woods heading for the town.

" Shit. How did I run all this way in like fifteen minutes last night?" Said Kairi, shaking her head in wonder.

"Well, you were in a very, very depressed mood, so that probably fueled your feet." Sora helpfully said.

"Yah… maybe." Kairi said in a voice that held quite a depth of painful memories within it. Sora, hearing it, slowed to a stop. Kairi gave him a bemused look, which was immediately replaced with pleasure when Sora leaned in and kissed her.

Axel's jaw dropped. He had always known that Sora and Kairi would eventually get together, but he never thought that it would happen on New Year's, of all times. He had bet on Summer Solstice, 2010, as the date they would hook up, and know he owes Luxord $100. Fricking Brit. The betting ring on those two was his idea in the first place.

But, despite the loss of his money, Axel was happy for them. They had both lost almost their entire families, having only cousins on the mainland left. Well, except for Sora's uncle Ventus and Kairi's aunt Aqua, who had run off together to find Riku's uncle Terra a good ten years ago. But nobody has heard from them in years, except the occasional letter.

Axel quietly snuck back to his and Demyx's camp, where he got to work on breakfast. After all, Demyx was sure to be hungry when he got back from his swim.

I know this chapter was very short. I am sorry. I had... things on my mind. And Final Fantasy XIII. If it weren't for me almost going blind after playing for 13 hours straight, this chapter would not exist. Anywho, please review!! Or else i might cry... or not. Depends on how... she is feeling.