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Axel's p.o.v:

Going to Zack hadn't been such a bad idea. Perhaps it was the smartest thing I had done today. Not only did Zack help me solve my problem, but also he had someone I could try it on.

As always, Zack greeted me the second I came in. I never saw the point of him of greeting me every time I entered the café, because both of us, merely seconds later, would simply take a seat at one of the café's tables to talk. Wouldn't it be more comfortable for him to just wait at a table for me to sit down? I always saw that greeting unnecessary, but it was also pleasant since it made me feel more welcome, especially because he left what appeared to be his favorite chair to sit with me in a quieter corner.

After we sat down Zack began to babble about his life. I sighed inwardly and used all of my self-control not to lose patience and snap at him. I just wanted to ask him a question how I should, in the best way, gain sexual experience. Something I could use later inside my books, give to Marluxia and be done with it. I couldn't care less if his wife thought she was pregnant again, or if her brother and his family had come to visit, or that his friend/employee needed a place to stay. I just wanted to ask if he could help me with my problem.

Then it hit me. What if his friend/employee lived with me? It would be the perfect way to get to know a person I could later have personal sexual experience with. He would have a place to stay and I would get sexual experience to write about. What was a better way to have a sexual experience with someone than to live with them? I gazed to the counter as Zack kept on talking to where the employee took care of the cleaning the counter. He was good looking; short blond hair, blue eyes, a cute and flawless face, he was rather short, but I don't doubt ladies still found him attractive. He didn't seem very old, 19 perhaps, and that meant that he was legal. A big plus because I didn't want to get arrested doing sexual things with a minor.

"Zack…" I interrupted his speech that I only halfway listened to. Zack looked at me in surprise, probably since I don't usually talk much.

"Is that your friend that needs a place to stay?" I asked and pointed at the blond behind the counter.

Zack seemed to be in a state of shock. It took the whole of ten seconds before he answered, "Yes, that's him alright." before scrutinizing me. "Roxas, he's a good fellow."

So that was his name, Roxas. It had an odd ring to it, sounding more like a name you'd give to a beloved dog.

"And how old is he?" I asked.

"22. He turns 23 next year." Zack replied, now looking questioningly at me.

"Well, because I'm planning on taking him in." I stated calmly, ignoring the equivocal look the dark haired man gave me.

"What?"

"Well he needs a place to stay and I…" I stopped myself, realizing that this wasn't a topic I could talk to him about.

"And you… what?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow, looking at me strangely.

I cursed myself. I couldn't tell him. Zack surely wouldn't understand, who knows what kind of reaction he would give. He could get angry with me or laugh in my face, mocking me and my plan. Even go as far as telling this Roxas about my plan and ruining everything. Or perhaps he wouldn't do any of that. Perhaps he would understand, maybe help me, even if it was unlikely. I looked at Zack. He clearly wanted an answer, but what was I supposed to tell him? I could tell him my plan and he could help me along the way or I could keep quiet and continue this plan alone. Whatever I chose, I couldn't afford any setbacks, so I chose to lie.

"and I could use some company." I finished, trying to remain as normal as possible, hoping that Zack would believe my story so we could continuine on.

Zack mouth was wide open and his eyes stared at me in astonishment. I had never seen him this stunned. Maybe he was having a heart attack? Did he need medical help? I let a moment pass deciding if I should call for help and, thankfully, Zack returned to his normal self. After blinking a couple of times he began to talk once again.

"Are you serious?" He questioned firmly, regarding me doubtfully.

I cocked my eyebrow indignantly. "Of course I'm serious." I spat at him, feeling my irritation rise. Why did he need to be so skeptical? He wanted a place for the guy to stay at and I offered him that. Why couldn't he just let it go? "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." Zack said raising his hand. "I was wondering, since you don't seem like the guy to enjoy company very much." He pointed out.

He was right. I wasn't a person who simply liked being around people. I remember in my school days how easy I got angered by the other children and their terrible manners. It wasn't easy for me to find someone play with during recess. My quick temper and low tolerance followed me to adulthood where it still troubles me to find people I can work with. Zack was one of those very rare people I could manage to be around. Sure he did talk a lot, but it was only because I wouldn't. When I took over a conservation, Zack would listen quietly and not disturb me with his ideas or other troublesome interruptions as I spoke. He also gave moral advice when problems came to me.

Now when I thought about it. I didn't know much about this Roxas. What if he was a very talkative person that couldn't stand silence? A thing I enjoyed immensely. However I can't afford to be picky right now. The plan is to get sexual experience and as fast as possible. Sure he was male, but who am I to care about that? He's good enough to get me what I what I need. If he ends up being a talkative one, I think I can manage standing two or three weeks living with him. Besides, he has a job here he has to take care of, there's no way he could always be at home.

"Well, I guess that time has changed my mind." I lied.

Zack seemed to contemplate a while on my answer before giving me a small smile.

"Well, I better tell him then."

I watched as Zack got up from his chair and went toward the blond boy behind the counter, and I hoped to God that the man I just invited to live with me wasn't some talkative nuisance with a girly personality and a fetish for bad vampire novels.

Yes! Chapter 3 is finally up. I hope you liked this story and please leave a comment on what you think. Love from me. :)