Sorry it took so long for me to upload. I hope none of you have forgotten about my little story, but I wouldn't blame you if you did.

I do not own Kingdom Hearts!

As you and I both know, and that I have agrued, I wasn't a dumb kid. Maybe not super genius, but definitely not the poor retard in the corner. I never once had to wear the dunce hat… but I never got an A either. And yes there are some very brilliant children out there, and some very… not so brilliant. But whether we knew about the yellow snow or not, we all made stupid mistakes when we were young.

We all have said some pretty stupid things when we were young too. Like when Yuffie wanted to be a ballerina/veterinarian/lawyer/superstar/actress, all the adults would laugh and think she was so cute. To Yuffie though, this was real, she was serious about being ballerina/veterinarian/lawyer/superstar/actress, as was any other kid. And so we took our first step and graduated from preschool. In that simple and very small act we thought it was a huge leap and that we were so much closer to our dreams. Maybe that was because we ourselves were so much smaller in comparison to our accomplishments.

However - as I'm sure you have already experienced - as we get older our minds narrow and change. We get brainwashed and that child dies so we conform. We turn into some brain dead, gum popping, music blowing, rebellious, ass crack. We say we want to go to college and become (insert generic occupation here) when really we just couldn't wait to get out of the nest, brilliant or not so brilliant.

Living with Roxas for the first few weeks was… interesting. He was still trying to convince himself that it was just temporary and he would move back in with Hayner, the boy he had been living with before, when he broke up with his girlfriend. The kid didn't even unpack. Which was the complete opposite of me. I was relieved to be out of Yuffie's house. I planned to keep Roxas here as long as I could. Whether he was in a cult, gang life, druggie, or just a freak, I needed a roomie. And roomies were hard to come by for me. So I was quite pleasant living there, I was so happy I could probably have fucking puked rainbows.

So Roxas and I put together all our dishes, towels, and furniture. I fortunately got to keep the horrendous but overstuffed and comfy armchair. All of Roxas' dishes and towels matched in a nice array of browns and deep reds. Mine were quite awfully mixed together. But I don't think Roxas seemed to really care much. It was probably just a bunch of parting gifts his mother got him before he left. That and his luxurious 1994 Honda Accord sitting in the lot in front of the apartment.

At first I thought Roxas was afraid of me, which gave me man giggles on the inside. He was always either in his room doing some sort of college things that normal college students do, or away. He was always away, always out somewhere. That was one of the first things I had noticed after living with him. Well actually I first noticed that he ate a lot, but you get what I mean. And whenever we were passing through in this small apartment it was as if he was doing a dance around me. Always remaining two feet away at all times. I take a step forward; he doesn't take a step back, but a leap to the side. As if to remove himself completely.

The truth is, I wasn't just thinking it, Roxas truly was frightened of me.

A neighborhood that was about 30 minutes from the city was having a garage sale, and as I have said, money is money and a sale's a sale. So I dragged Roxas all the way out here to rummage through Kermit the frog purses, Chuck Norris posters, old Easter decorations, used Barbies and her uniped boyfriend Ken.

It was funny. No matter how many Barbies they had at each garage sale, there was only one Ken. What a pimp huh?

"What difference does it make?" Roxas said nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Call it curiosity or male bonding. I don't care. Just answer my question."

He remained waiting on the side walk as I mulled around a table looking for anything that might just catch my eye.

"Well why don't you tell me first."

I just shrugged as well before saying "A rocket scientist." I could hear him snicker behind my back. He probably thought I was joking. Not like I cared. It didn't happen and I didn't really expect if ever would. "Your turn."

He sighed and said "When I was little," he drawled the words like he was still trying to remember as if it was eons ago, when really he looked like he was in the 9th grade just yesterday. "…I wanted to be an anchorman."

"And now you're studying to be…"

"Nothing important." He ushered quickly before changing the subject. "Find anything?"

"Nah lets blow this popsicle stand." I would have pressed on but the way he had said it told me I should just leave it be.

We were at about our 15th house when he saw it. A cheap little circular table that was barely four feet wide with a black and white checkered top sat under a pile of old worn out paperback books. A dining table to sum it up, and Roxas apparently thought that we were I need of one.

Because I didn't see the use of it I most likely would have let him buy it on his own. That's what I would have done to anyone, but I chipped in anyway. It was hard trying to ignore the excitement that he tried so earnestly to hide. So with the checkered table folded and under arm with groceries in each hand we decided to turn in.

We set it up in our kitchen area. There wasn't a whole lot of room in there anyway but somehow it just fit in and might I add it was pretty swank there. That night we tested it out with the artery clogging Chinese food across the block. Of course we didn't have any chairs so Roxas and I made note to get some. Instead we dragged over some milk crates, which really didn't help much but it was the principle of the matter. Ya' know?

Dinner was the only time of day I saw Roxas anyway. I went to work and to come back and he's still at school. Then when he did finally come home he would have to leave in a few hours for work anyways. Even on days when he didn't have school I would hardly get to see him. Always gone remember?

So that Saturday night was pretty rare and dare I say awkward. Roxas had today off of work and I pretty much did nothing anyways. Although I did manage to take on a second job. Yes that's right, Axel the super… erm… employee. That's not lame at all. Where? Oh just as a waiter at some greasy diner called Holly's. Which was ran by two stout and just as equally greasy brothers whose sister's name was Holly… They must really love their sister. But as greasy as the food and brothers were, it was pretty nice, for a diner that is.

Now that were off topic let me revert it back to mine and Roxas' Saturday night. Yeah awkward, like I said. I was sitting in my ugly chair and Roxas was lying on the floor as we watched the TV Roxas brought with him. His mind was off somewhere else though; I couldn't blame him after our third Friends rerun.

"Ey, Francis," he nodded. He didn't even try to correct his name. I'd probably say something idiotic like 'Take me right now, Roxas! Screw me hard!' in an overdone dramatic voice. But I thought otherwise, his reaction would either be brutal or he might not even notice at all. So in the end I just pulled out my cell phone and mindlessly started taking pictures of him. Well not of him, they were merely shots that he just so happened to be in.

Yeah.

I didn't even notice what I was taking pictures of; just having the power to press buttons was all it takes to entertain me. Mindlessly capturing the room and erasing each one.

However my thumb froze over the button as it caught my attention. Studying the screen there was something that might not be anything at all. Two big blue eyes stared past the camera cutting through the darkness in the room, his extra spastic hair was outlined by dull blue light cast from the TV, and the rest was too dark to make out.

Finally looking past my camera I saw Roxas studying me as well. Absentmindedly I hit the save button and flipped my phone close.

I stared back at him expecting him to say something. The room was dark and besides the TV drawling buzz all you could here was our breathing. Soft and steady. Then his expression changed, raising one eyebrow and giving me a quizzical look before turning back to face the TV. And if it wasn't for the dim lighting I could have sworn he was smirking.

When I awoke on Sunday morning Roxas was gone, doing whatever he usually does. After showering and getting dressed in my uniform for Holly's I poured a bowl of fruit loops and sat on the nonexistent chairs at our checkered table. Not really feeling like eating I stirred the grimy cereal watching it plop back into the milk casting droplets onto the table. I was busy making pictures out of the ugly tan linoleum tiled floor of the kitchen when I glanced at the clock and decided it was time to go to work.

I threw on my green windbreaker and hurried my steps to the door just as someone on the other side knocked. I prayed to god it wasn't another neighbor with a green bean casserole or some other slightly disturbing dish.

I swung the heavy door open to find a boy around Roxas' age wearing camouflaged shorts and a crap load of gel in his hair.

"Hey, does Roxas live here?"

"Yeeeeeees." I dragged it out and gave him a peculiar look. He looked back at me expectantly so I said: "Sorry but he's not here right now."

He huffed and mumbled "Just like him…" and some other stuff that was incoherent. "Will you tell him I stopped by?"

"Yeah sure, but I don't think I caught your name."

"Oh sorry, it's Hayner." He introduced himself proudly beating a fist on his breast once.

I cracked an impish grin on my face. "So you're the one who drove Roxas out of his apartment."

"What? No, he –"

"Sure, sure." I turned around and motioned for him to come in. He looked around the apartment timidly before stepping inside. "Are you just gonna stand there uselessly or will you shut the damn door?"

He quickly shut the door, heat rising in his cheeks. Making people squirm was what I did best. I collapsed into the couch, I knew I should be getting to work about now but there was no chance I was going to pass up this opportunity. Hayner made his way to the living room and sat edgily in my armchair.

"So what called you over?"

"I have a few boxes of stuff that Roxas left at our old apartment. Thought he would miss it."

"Hmmm," I let my eyes rack over him before standing. "You want anything to drink?"

He shook his head. His eyes followed me to the kitchen, evaluating me. Judging by his expression he wasn't quite sure what to make of me. I poured myself a glass of water before returning to my seat.

"How long have you known Roxie?"

"Roxie?" he laughed at the nickname. "We've been friends since our freshman year."

"Of college?"

"High school."

I nodded. They must have been pretty close, which struck me as odd. If they were so close then why did a girl come between them? I almost laughed out loud seeing how similar it was to my own situation. But I kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to leave him with the impression that Roxas was living with some sadistic freak. Though the sadistic part was true.

"Who's the girl?" I asked swirling the water in my glass. He looked at me odd before answering.

"Oh, Olette."

"And did you meet her in college?" I didn't mean to sound so bitchy but this just felt too much like Larxene.

"Actually…" he paused and his eyes dropped to the floor. "She's been friends with Roxas since they were kids."

A mental light bulb flickered on. So that'show it is. "Lemme guess, Roxas liked her but she liked you. Which is why Roxas was so bothered by your PDA?"

"Wait, what? What are you talking 'bout?" he furrowed his eyebrows giving me a confused stare. I sent him a questioning look, he started to say "That's not why…" but thought better of it and asked: "How exactly do you know Roxas?"

"Ooooh," my voice was thick with amusement and a wicked grin played out onto my lips. "We go way way waaaaaay back."

"Hayner?" the boy's head turned to see who had called his name. I didn't bother, Roxas' voice was unforgettable.

Keeping my stare on Hayner I slyly put in "Fuck buddies ya' know?"

Later that night Roxas and I were doing dishes, a rare moment might I add. He scrubbed, because he couldn't stand how I cleaned the dishes. I rinsed and dried. There was a tiny window right above the sink. Looking out you could see the large building across the street in the red glare of the sunset.

Roxas had been giving me the silent treatment all evening and finally decided he was mature enough to deal with me.

"I can't believe you told him that!"

"Aw, but did you see his expression. Priceless."

"No, Axel. It wasn't funny. Do you know how much shit you could put me in with lies like that?"

"Yes I do, and that's exactly what makes it worth while."

"You're an ass," he spat out. His eyes were hard on the plate he was washing, scrubbing with the little green sponge ferociously.

"Hey, not my fault you like my ass."

Roxas sighed exasperated a tint of pink in his cheeks. I chuckled a little and bumped my hip into his. Stumbling to the side he tore off the yellow glove throwing it at my face. I took off my own and threw it back at him. Both covered in bubbles he store at me deeply agitated.

His cheeks were red with anger, soapy water clung to his hair and one of the rubber gloves had land lopsided over his hair. I guess I probably looked just as stupid because we both began to laugh at how ridiculously childish we were.

My boss from Holly's had called wondering where the hell I was. So I made up a lie about my dear auntie Agatha escaping from the mental asylum and that my cell was out of minutes. He probably didn't buy it, but I didn't expect him to. He just gave me a warning and said 'Well auntie Agatha better not escape again'. By the way he said it I knew that he knew this wasn't going to be the last time she'd be loose.

Celebrating my ability to hold a job Xigbar, a few of his buddies, and I went out drinking. Picked up a few chicks and I'm sure you can guess the rest. I made it back to my apartment just as the day was beginning. I called in sick at Starbucks and spent the rest of the day in bed.

At about three there was a knock on my bedroom door. I pulled my burgundy comforter over my head and told them to go away. Roxas came in anyways though.

"I'm going to the grocery store you want anything?"

I moaned incoherently into my sheets.

"I wonder how you are oh so suave all the time." He mocked.

"It's an Axel thing," I smirked into folds of blanket.

It was silent and I turned to see if he was still in the doorway but alas he was gone. I finally got up and left for Holly's before Roxas had even gotten back.

Today only me and Wakka waited tables. Tuesdays were never particularly busy. Most of the day I just sat there and drank the most disgusting coffee I have ever had the misfortune to consume. At about 5 PM, as usual, Richie and Ellen arrived and ordered their usual.

Richie and Ellen have been coming to Holly's at 5PM every weekday since it first opened. In fact they have actually been going to this diner before it was even sold to the brothers and named Holly's. They were just a cute couple with a rather tragic or romantic background, which ever you prefer.

You could be possibly disturbed by the fact that Ellen was at least 10 years older then Richie, but let me explain. Ellen had a husband and kids long ago, way before Richie. When her husband suffered a stroke and died when she was 40 she had never remarried. Richie had been friends with her through this process. They had actually started going to the diner together sometime after her husband's death. She claimed it helped her deal. Then when she was 70 and he 60 they got married. But not really out of romantics but as friends. And being as old as they were the age gap didn't seem all that odd. Now at 70 and 80 years old they are still strong, health-wise and relationship-wise. It was like a relationship in reverse.

Of course while Ellen spieled about the entire story in her weary voice I kept imagining me and Xigbar growing old together and finally marrying. But even then there were so many things wrong with this picture. It was already likely that one of us would at least die by the age of 35 or receive the death penalty for something or other. Also as gay marriage was illegal in Washington and if it was possible that we'd live long enough for that to change I don't think Xigbar would be all too faithful. Besides who on earth could bare a lifetime with Xigbar?

Well there's that and the fact that I'm not gay.

I turned away from the old couple just as the bells rang and a new costumer walked in. He was short, blonde, and more or less:

Roxas.

"Hey there!" I strode over to him. He turned to see me, his eyes were wide and he kept glancing out the windows a bit paranoid.

"Can I stay here and walk you home when your shifts over?"

"Okaaaay…" My eyebrows furrowed at him. "What's going on?" I leaned over to see what could possibly be out on the street to bother him so.

"It's nothing… Just some guys from school." I smirked at him… He's getting bullied in college? Strangely it was almost cute. I blamed Roxas' feminine side.

"And why are these big bad guys following you? Come now, I'm sure you're not that attractive."

He huffed at me, his cheeks turning a slight strawberry shade. "They're just pissed 'cause I get A's while the rest of the class fails." I waved at him as I got back to work.

"Stay, go, I don't care."

He slid into a booth on the far side of the diner starring out the window. He only looked up at me once to thank me for the coffee.

About an hour or two later me and Roxas were walking down the block side by side, my coat draped over one shoulder.

"Eesssss club! Gonna show you hooow!" I sang the melody very out of key. Roxas jabbed me in the ribs blushing at the strange looks people gave us as we walked by.

"Can you please contain yourself?!"

"Not a fan of S-Club 7?" His expression was confused and he looked up at me precariously.

I laughed at him at first before things got really serious. "You're kidding right? S-Club 7 ya' know!" He just rolled his eyes at me thinking I was most likely insane or on the verge of schizophrenia. "Oh. My. God." I could only stand there and gap at him. "How 'bout the Spice Girls, You have to know the Spice Girls!"

"Well duh. Who didn't know about those diva whores?"

"You tell me? How could someone not know S-Club 7!" He shrugged his shoulders and I sighed giving up on him. "Ya' know, I wonder what ever happened to them? It's almost sad."

Roxas laughed at me obviously not understanding the gist of things.

"C'mon think about it. One second you're on top of the world and working your way to fame with your friends. Then you find out your friends aren't really much of friends at all and your managers a greedy bastard and then what? Your life just crumbles. Every lie you've ever told yourself breaks and all you can do is sit and watch." I looked to him but he just looked at me perplexed and nonplused. "It's like when you built a tower so high when you were a kid and you place the last block on it but everything becomes unbalanced and it starts to fall. And all you can do is sit and watch it."

He didn't answer. He was too put off by what random crap that came out of my mouth. Then he asked something I didn't really suspect. Nothing serious nothing deeply thought out and intelligent. But something so simple and trivial yet so confusing at the same time, that no one would have expected because no one should have bothered to ask.

"What do you do then?"

I was stunned into silence. How the hell was I supposed to know? I tried to think of a reasonable answer and then finally turned to him and said in a quiet voice: "I don't know Roxas." And hoped that would suffice.

It was Friday night and I had Saturday off, so what was I to do around here? Roxas was at school because he led the most boring life I know. And my ol' pal Luxord was usually my life saver on such dull nights… No! Jeezes! Not like that…

I thought for a while to call up Rikku or Demyx… buuuuut decided against it in the end. I wasn't quite up for their hyperactivities tonight. So I continued to sit there bored, flicking the side of my cheek making a delightful popping noise. The TV's volume was low and even though I pretended to watch it with my eyes scanning the screen my mind was vague and elsewhere.

Still bored out of my mind I decided I might as well ring up Xigbar and see if he was still in town and it was one of those odd coincidences when your about to call someone but they call you first. Yeah…

"Hello?"

"Hey Axel!!!" He said in his drunken voice.

"You need a ride don't you?" That was a no brainer.

I pulled up to the curb in my pickup at the address he had given to me over the phone. I honked the horn once, then at least three more times. In the end I had to go physically drag is drunken .15% BAC level ass out on the yard. He stumbled a bit laughing hoarsely in my ear. The great thing about Xigbar though was he was fun drunken whether you were sober or not.

"And then she said NUH UH!!! So I was like BITCH SAY WHAT!! And so he came and…." His mumbling led off quite abruptly as his attention was pulled beyond the window. He watched the rain drops intensely as they were pulled down the side. And even though he was very, excuse me, very drunk I thought for a moment he might say something insightful. Instead he fogged up the window with his breath and promptly drew pictures with his tongue.

I turned away from him shaking my head thinking what a moron I was. Xigbar was a freeloader druggie I shouldn't ever really expect anything from him. Most cases I would usually laugh at how much of an idiot Xigbar was, I would tell him so too. But as the rain beat down tonight unmercifully I just wasn't up for his antics. I just wanted to get away, away from everyone normal living the life not wanting anything more. This was odd because for the longest time I assumed that there was nothing more for me.

I guess Xigbar was growing rather bored with me and tried to kill me off because while my mind was wandering his hand suddenly tugged on one side of the steering wheel. My truck swerved on the slick road in the dark. I immediately swiped his hand away and steered us towards our proper lane, when the back stopped fishtailing I pulled in at the nearest gas station.

"Out!" I commanded him. He store at me blankly for a while, either he couldn't tell if I was being serious, or he was just too intoxicated to understand me. "Out!" I repeated, this time pointing my finger at the door.

"Wuddem I Supposeda doo?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Call a cab, just get out." He cursed at me a bit and gave me a rather rude hand gesture before he slinked out of the cab of the truck. He watched me drive away with an incredulous look as the rain beat on his jacket illuminated by the orange neon lights from the gas station.

Maybe that was an irresponsible thing to do, just let Xigbar wander around and find his own way home. Not on Xigbar's part of course, but letting him terrorize the village. Or maybe it was pretty smart of me. I'm pretty sure it was the former but I'd like for once to just say I made a wise decision, so we'll go with that.

Still regretting leaving him at the gas station I pulled into his parking space at his apartment, his car obviously still at the party. I waited for him to come back home and mulled over whether I should go pick him up or not. Guilt wasn't something all too familiar to me so when I saw a little 1994 Honda Accord heading down the road all thoughts of Xigbar were banished. I roared my truck to life and pulled out just behind him, I was going to find out where my roomie daringly ventured to every day. I probably should have stopped and wondered if I was invading his privacy, I probably should have pondered over the fact that Roxas just might be very irritated with my actions. However that whole stop, drop, and roll rule was never part of my system, I just plunged head first into the swimming pool.

I followed him all the way across town through a maze of Seattle. At first I thought he was on to me and trying to lose me but then he was getting into the less ghetto neighborhoods of Seattle, all the way up to Richville. It suddenly daunted on me that he was very possibly visiting his family. He did this everyday, all day? Visited his family? The pieces didn't fit right so I continued to follow him.

It wasn't long before Roxas pulled into a driveway of a very nice house. I drove past and pulled in the neighbor's driveway and ducked down hoping he had not spotted my (absolutely fucking awesome) red hair yet. He stepped out of his car his umbrella swooshed open quickly and he darted up the steps ignoring the blooming garden. When the door opened there was an older woman fitting a mother role. Her blonde hair was much like Roxas'. She was smiling and unsurprised by his arrival, she gestured someone from inside to come to the door. A boy appeared, a boy much like Roxas except for his wild Brown hair.

His eyes though, just as stunning as Roxas' own, just as beautiful, but with so much less life. They were glazed and never met the blonde's gaze. He stood awkwardly leaning against the woman yet seeming unaware of her. Roxas took his hand and led him inside. The woman shut the door, shutting me out.

And just as quick as she had shut that very door, a cold tension ran through me. Something telling me that I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't have been there to begin with.

"What happened last night man?"

"Sorry Xig, something important came up."

"So you left me at a gas station?"

"I know that was a pretty bat shit thing for me to do-"

"An employee woke me up when he found me sleeping next to the slurpy machine"

"Life's just tough sometimes."

"Ch-yeah."

On Sunday, bright and early Roxas and I shared a shift at Starbucks. Sundays were pretty busy around noon when all the churches got out, or the youth wanted to regroup and whatever nonsensical shit like that. Roxas was working the register while Rikku and I worked the espresso machine.

The line was gruelingly long; Rikku's and my cheeks were both flushed from running back and forth.

"Short triple shot Americano, Tall White Mocha, and Tall Caramel Macchiato!" I called out as a slapped the three drinks onto the counter and quickly applied the lids. I was becoming quite the pro. A group mulled over to collect their orders and I went back to work on the next batch.

The crowd was becoming agitated and Roxas' fingers stumbled over the buttons at the register in a panic. That angry church people hissed and growled from the back right up to the front. Roxas wasn't handling the pressure very well; sweat was beading his forehead now.

"Switch with me, I'll handle them," I whispered to him. He nodded and I gently pushed him out of the way to take the order of the balding man in front. His ruddy face was irritated as he looked onto me disappointingly. I just smiled at this fugly man and took his order.

"That'll be $12.35" I said taking the man's money. The next ten minutes went by easier the crowd was still tense and ready to pounce like lions but we were able to hold them at bay. Coffee services just could never get any slack, oh the drama!

I was still working the register when I heard a restrained "Shit!" hissed through clenched teeth. Roxas had spilt the woman with the faux fur coat's Latte all over his lap. His brown corduroys were drenched in the hot and sticky substance and his expression was none to pretty.

"Rikku!" I called her over to take the register and grabbed Roxas by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the back.

"Take those off." He didn't argue and slung off the pants quite viciously. His upper thighs were red and burning. I wrapped ice in two towels and slapped em on his legs.

I took the first aid kit from the shelf to give to him and said: "Stay here."

I'm sure a pant-less male using the dish towels as ice packs was probably against regulations, that's why it will stay our little secret.

After the crowd was over except for a couple by the window, and all people were served did I finally check up on Roxas.

He sat with his back against the wall in his blue striped boxers. Each hand pressed a towel full of ice to his inner thigh and lap. The ugly hazardous yellow first aid kit lay against him, its contents strewn across the floor.

"How do they look?" He hadn't noticed me and jumped when I knelt next to him. The heat rose in his cheeks embarrassed by his condition.

Pulling his fists away he hissed and said "I dunno," and meekly stared at the small bright red blisters along his thighs.

I hissed and grimaced at the sight. "We're gonna have to take you to the hospital."

On the way there I stopped at the apartment to get a clean pair of khaki shorts for Roxas. The drive was silent with the radio at a low hum. He held his thighs gingerly wincing at the way the shorts rubbed him. He had taken the time to wrap them in gauze before he left but it didn't provide much protection. When we arrived he filled out some papers as I looked at old lady's magazines.

"Rrrroxas Nilsen?"

He raised a hand wearily and stood, his teeth clenched for an aching second.

"Be a man," I patted him on the back as he stiffly made his way to the back with the nurse. I watched him leave and began to detest the loneliness and sterile feeling of the hospital.

My isolated wait seemed endless and when Roxas did finally come out, his pained expression had not waned. For an instant though I could have sworn there was a hint of a smile when his searching eyes found my own. Of course I may just be delusional.

"Oh, you waited," he murmured trying not to meet my eyes.

"Yeah… You thought I would just leave?"

"I might've," he gave a shameful smile, and oh god, I never wanted to hug a person more. I would have eaten him up right there, wait…

I didn't just say that.

I drove the car around to pick him up; we had taken Roxas' Honda. As he took the passenger seat he bit his lip at every small movement and clenched his eyes shut. That face was just... just so fuckable.

No, I didn't say that either.

I blushed at my thoughts and slanted my gaze out my window trying to avoid looking at him. "So eh," I cleared my throat, "what did the doc say?"

"Oh, just a second degree burn-"(1)

"Just a second degree burn!" I nearly stomped on the breaks but thought otherwise as we sped up to beat the yellow light.

It was Roxas' turn to blush and glance out the window. "It's really nothing. I was just reckless."

"So what do we have to do to get you all better?"

"We?"

"What?"

He stared at me blankly for a minute, as if he was trying to understand something but then shook all thoughts away. "I just have to keep changing the gauze and rewrap it every night. I can't get it wet though."

Well that was going to make showering difficult. "What about work?"

"I guess I can't really go until I can walk again."

I nodded and the rest of the drive was in silence.

I threw the keys onto the checkered table before rifling through the cupboards for more gauze. Roxas threw himself onto the couch and muffled a long groan into the pillow. I found the gauze and made my way into the living room before resting on the armchair across from him.

He turned his face towards me sporting an angry pout and pink cheeks. I chuckled at the expression.

"Whaaaaat?" He complained. I just shook my head and looked down at the gauze still wearing a smile. He rested his chin on the armrest and said: "School's gonna be a bitch."

"Mmmmm," I agreed.

"Well," he stood up much to fast and paid the price.

"Geez sit down, I'm hurting just looking at you. Besides we should probably change that bandage." I took a seat next to him and motioned for him to remove his pants.(2)

His face lit up a bright shade of red, he pushed me away quickly "I can do it by myself!"

"Nonsense, I saw how you did it the first time, it'll never heal that way." I tugged on one side of the shorts, and if I thought Roxas couldn't have gotten redder I was wrong.

"N-no Axel, its fine!"

He was being difficult for no reason. What was he so worried about? I glared at him and he returned the glare.

We sat there for nearly a whole minute. Him glaring at me glaring at him. Then I shook my head and smirked. I might as well try a different method. So I inched myself as close to him as possible. His round eyes looked up at me in a dumbstruck manner. My lips were less than a centimeter from his ear. He shivered under my cool breath.

"You can either cooperate oooor," I whispered in a low husky voice, "I can rip those pants off you. One, of course, will hurt more than the other."

Roxas nodded, he was starring at the ground intently just as red as ever. I heard him begin to unzip his pants and I let out a low chuckle. I felt him shiver again.

"Good boy." I let my lips brush his ear for a mere second before pulling away. He avoided my gaze and concentrated on removing his pants without causing any pain. I smirked at my accomplishment, a bit happy with myself at the moment. Once they were gone I pulled Roxas's legs up onto the couch and position myself between' them.

"W-what are y-you doing?" He said finally making eye contact.

"Well how else am I supposed to wrap you?" He nodded and tried to ignore how sensual our position was. I removed the wrapping as quickly and gently as possibly trying not to pain him. "This may hurt a bit," I mentioned as I started the new wrap. He hissed between his teeth and threw his head back.

"Aa-aah," he groaned.

I tried to hide my own blush, but seeing Roxas shrivel under me groaning in what could be either pain or pleasure sent a sensation into my body. A new thrill. Something I had never felt with any girl.

Nonetheless I had to keep myself under control and finish the task at hand.

Easier said then done…

When I had finished and Roxas' panting had finally stopped was I able to calm my nerves.

"You better?"

He shook his head no. The pink was starting to fade from his cheeks at last. "I think I might go call-" He tried to stand but I pulled him back down gently.

"I called work already, they know."

"Oh," he looked to me sheepishly. "Uh thanks for, eh, helping me today." I shook my head dismissing it. Neither of us talked but stared at each other rather blankly.

I can't say I knew what was going on his mind. I can't say I ever really knew what really goes on in that mind. Roxas was in his own, himself, and maybe what happened that night was really what destroyed him or maybe what had saved him.

"Roxas I," I moved in closer. I rested one hand on the back of the couch and one on the cushion so I was hovering over him, nudging myself between his legs. "just want to-"

"A-Axel," he said. Not questioningly, but almost as if he was accepting me. Almost as if he saw what was coming before I did. His eyes did not stray from mine. Our faces just inches apart, our breathing heavy. The air between us was thick and unsure.

"Try some…" I could no longer finish that sentence. My voice and limbs were weak. I was intoxicated with him, he coursed through my veins so thoroughly I could no longer control myself. My lips glided with his for a second, I paused making sure it was okay. He did not pull away, in fact he cupped my face and began to kiss me back. I held myself over him, kissing intensely and bit his lips. He scrunched his face as if he was in pain. A pain I couldn't understand at the time.

I worked my lips down his throat before he came back to reality. And god how I hate reality.

"N-no!" he pushed me away. "Th-this isn't right!" I couldn't do anything but watch him squirm under me in fear.

"We're both guys, this is…" He looked into my eyes searching for something.

"Wrong?"

He pushed me away forcefully and scampered down the hall into his bedroom. He promptly then slammed the door behind him.

I rubbed my face with one hand exhausted. I laughed to myself for a while before flipping on the TV.

And smirking I murmured "G'night Roxie."

(1) Yes it is possible to get second degree bruns from coffee, I've seen it.

(2) How on earth do you motion for someone to take off their pants? 'Cuase I'd do it to everyone in public and see how they respond.

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