So, thanks for the reviews! Lots of fun writing this one! And yes, there shall be an attempt at an even amount of Zemyx/ Cleon/ SoRiku thrown in, but please remember that this is an AkuRoku-centric fanfic! :3 and oh how I love AkuRoku...
Enjoy! XD
10 Reasons Why People Don't Naturally Hang Out With Me:
A list by Axel Flurry
1. I'm labeled as the town nuisance so people don't bother. Would enjoy the name better if I had a posse to share it with. Older brother doesn't count.
2. I am kind of intimidating because of how I look… little children scare easily.
3. If they're a hot boy, my lasers are set to horny.
4. When I really want something, I don't stop until I get it.
5. I want sex. Badly.
6. I haven't been laid in a month. That's a loooooooooong time, my friend. Would be considered prudish to my friends if it wasn't me. No, that just means people are catching on…
7. I can be overbearing when I'm excited.
8. I set the fire station on fire when I was thirteen.
9. I'm just too damn good looking… it's a curse.
10. When frustrated, I stoop to low measures to get what I want. Sex. And Roxas.
Axel leaned in towards the high school girl, his eyes alight with mirth. She was eyeing him warily like she wasn't sure how to take him in, impressing him a great deal. She seemed just like her brother with the way she pursed her lips and cocked her hip out. Pushing her light blonde hair from her eyes, she shook her head.
"What do you want with my brother?" She asked softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Axel noticed that she dressed simply but fashionably, dark wash jeans, white shirt and a black jacket. Her hair was pushed back on one side by a clip with a black and white ribbon.
"I just want to talk to him… he kicked me out of the coffee shop though." Axel shook his head sadly, trying to play it like a kicked dog. Hell, he'd even taken the cigarette out of his mouth as he approached her just in case she was like her brother and hated smokers. That was the toughest thing he'd ever done.
Ever.
"Why would my brother kick you out?" The girl looked dismayed for a second, her face twisted up sadly. Axel shook his head, shrugging and mimicking her sad face.
"And my laptop was locked in there." He added on for the right affect. The girl nodded sympathetically, patting his arm and shaking her head.
"I don't know why he would do such a terrible thing to you! Of course I'll let you in through the back so that you can retrieve your belongings!" She smiled shyly up at him and grabbed his arm, pulling him down the street and away from the school, not noticing the calculative smirk that spread over his face as they walked towards The Strife Coffee House. Now he'd get his laptop back, and the girl had assured him that Roxas wasn't working the shift today. He might be able to slink in, slink out and plot with Reno, Rude, and Rufus. He'd get Roxas. He had to. The stupid blonde's face was haunting him, no matter what he did.
Of course, the guy was gorgeous. There was no doubt about that. He had the soft features and the slim build, almost like a girl, but he wasn't curvaceous. It also help that he had an attitude so big it could have its own zip code. That sort of thing really pulled good looks together. That sort of thing really made Axel want him.
And the fact that the kid was repelled by him. That was a huge turn on. There was nothing better than to like a guy who hated you, but your most amazing charms and all around hot-ness made him fall. Oh, yes. Huge turn on.
"So how old are you?"Axel asked curiously, turning to glance at the girl that looked uncannily similar to the object of his obsession. No… not obsession. That sounded a bit too creepy. His… affection? Too nice. It's not like he wanted a serious, deep, lovey dovey relationship here.
He was in it for the sex.
"My name is Naminé." She said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She seemed all cute and innocent; he just wanted to show her to Zack. The guy would get all choked up and ask if he could take her home for his fluffy animal/ doll collection.
…er, that is… if he had one… then he'd say so… but he doesn't. So yeah….
"What a fun name." Axel replied, clapping his hands together. Naminé shook her head slowly and pointed to the slightly murky looking alleyway, leading him to the back door and his laptop.
"Whatever you see in here must be forgotten." Naminé said gravely, clear, ocean blue eyes boring into bright green ones. Axel gulped, feeling like he was about to be jumped into a cult. Did they jump people in cults? He didn't know. All he knew was that it would be terrible to be jumped into a cult. Would they stomp on him like they were demons? He shuddered at the thought.
"Do you understand?" She added on when he didn't say anything. Her eyes glinted like she was about to shank someone, so Axel nodded meekly, terrified of being jumped. They probably weren't nice about it, either. Were there nice jumpers and mean jumpers?
"Clear as glass." He squeaked as she pulled out a key and opened the door, motioning him in. Axel stepped through the threshold and stood to the side as Naminé stepped in and fumbled around for a light, sifting around and letting out a relieved sigh as the fluorescent bulb clicked on. Motioning him past the boxes scattered everywhere, he followed her through another back door, and then another, Axel on the lookout for the jumping committee.
"And over there is where we stash the dead bodies." Naminé said quietly, making Axel jump out of his skin. Staring at her with bug eyes, he watched her giggle quietly to herself, pushing her glasses up and shrugging.
"So that's the secret ingredient." Axel muttered to himself, earning another laugh from the peanut gallery. As they stepped through the back door that Axel recognized as the one leading them away from the supposed dead bodies, he rushed through it, coincidently running right into the object of his obsess-I mean, adorati- no… horniness.
There. That works. Horniness.
"What are you doing here?!" They both demanded, Roxas attempting to push Axel away and Axel stumbling back to Naminé, eyes wide and turning towards the high school girl. Her eyes sparkled brightly and she gave a knowing smile before pushing her glasses up again and disappearing into the back room, giggling softly. Oh… she did this on purpose? What a demon child. What an adorably innocent seeming demon child. Yeah… she was related to Roxas.
"I asked you first." Axel said nervously, looking past Roxas to see his laptop where it had been for the past three days. Alone. Dejected. Holding his mid-term paper saved on a file. He gulped.
"No, we asked at the same time. But I have a reason for being here." Roxas grabbed his arm and began yanking him out from around the counter, ignoring the way people gave knowing smiles and eye rolls.
"This is oddly familiar…" Axel mused, not really seeing the other people. He did notice Larxene sitting at her same table, and he waved brightly, receiving the middle finger for his efforts.
"What a peach." He grinned as Roxas tossed him out of the shop, hands on his small hips, adorable features twisted in rage.
"I told you to stay out of my shop." He snapped, advancing on Axel like he was about to commit murder. Axel, calm, cool, and composed Axel merely smiled a little, leaning in as Roxas reached him, stopping the blonde in his tracks. Axel noticed the way that Roxas's eyes got a little big, and he felt a smug satisfaction in the pit of his stomach.
"I just came in to get my laptop." He said softly, another tactic coming to mind. Slyly, he let a semi-innocent smile grace his lips and he leaned in a little bit more, staring into Roxas' sky blue eyes. The smaller boy froze completely, caught off guard and just a little wary. A slightly unnoticeable blush graced his features, and Axel grinned on the inside. Adorable. Uke.
"Just to get your laptop." He repeated suspiciously.
"Yeah, my laptop. I didn't want to bother you while you were working." He continued the staring contest, keeping his voice light and apologetic. The blush got a tiny bit darker as Axel stepped up just a little and Roxas moved back.
"So why did you show up when I was working?" Roxas demanded, confused. The anger was leaving just as fast as it had arrived, making the uke-child look even more tempting than before. Axel resisted the urge to lick his lips in victory as he appeared wistful and apologetic.
"Your sister informed me that you weren't working." Axel breathed, watching the way that the blonde's blue eyes were having trouble keeping eye contact. He seemed a little nervous and edgy, leaning from one side to the other but refusing to back down.
"She's not as innocent as she looks." Roxas muttered, turning a little redder.
"And are you?" Axel asked lazily. Roxas's head snapped up and pretty blue eyes narrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, nothing, don't get your pretty little head in a knot." Axel smiled, catching Roxas off guard for the moment. He simply stared back at Axel, eyes burning with confusion among other things. Axel smiled, almost tenderly, reaching up to push back the strands of hair from Roxas's face. Said boy's eyes fluttered closed at the contact, his breath fanning out lightly as he almost leaned into the touch. Something was building in Axel's chest but he pushed the thought away, concentrating on keeping it light. Obviously, Roxas liked this kind of thing.
And besides, his skin was so soft… Axel trailed his fingers over his smooth cheek, gliding down to his neck where his pulse beat erratically underneath Axel's palm.
"Yeah… innocent." Axel murmured, smiling inwardly.
"I… what?" Roxas shook his head, eyes opening slowly to see Axel leaning over him, face amused. As if realizing that it was Axel caressing his face, he recoiled and moved away from him, back pressed against the door of the coffee shop, breathing ragged.
"Whoa there, calm down now, Roxas." Axel held his hands up, grinning like he'd just been laid.
"Calm?! CALM!? What the hell were you doing to me?" Roxas shook his head, running his hands through his hair and then his usual glower took over, wiping away all trace of innocent uke. "Just stay the hell away from this shop, do you understand me?!"
"I think… you enjoyed that more than you think you did." Axel couldn't help the smug smile from taking over his face as Roxas blanched, rubbing his neck where Axel had touched it like he was trying to scrub away his touch.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Roxas snapped, backing up more into the door. Reaching blindly for the handle he ripped it open and moved inside, locking the door and giving Axel a venomous glare before stomping off, black dress slacks form fitting and making Axel lick his lips. Poor Roxas really shouldn't walk away from him. It only hurts the situation, didn't he know that?
"Me thinks the boy doth protest too much." Axel grinned, checking his watch to see when he'd have to go to his next class for school at the community college. He had thirty minutes. Perfect.
Turning around, Axel began whistling a bright, happy tune that made more than one Twilight Town inhabitant nervous.
Of course, he was halfway home before he remembered that he'd once again left the laptop at the coffee house.
"Dammit!"
"Sora, I don't think this is going to work." Riku watched worriedly as his boyfriend began adding more ingredients to the mix, humming under his breath as he worked.
"Of course it'll work! I'm a brilliant cook, Riku." Sora stirred the cake mix and kept humming the mickey mouse theme song under his breath. It was one of his favorites, after all. Riku shook his head slowly and rolled his eyes as Sora continued adding every part of the mix he needed… except one.
"So what's this cake for, anyway?" Riku asked as he leaned over the counter and peered at the chocolate looking goo in the bowl. Sora grinned secretly and shrugged, leaning up to drop a dot of cake batter on his boyfriend's lips. Riku grinned went to lick his lips but Sora shook his head, reaching up and grabbing a hold of Riku's face to pull it down.
"Sora, what are you-" Riku's question was cut off when Sora slowly and sensually licked the batter away, eyelashes grazing his cheekbones as he closed his eyes and let his arms glide around his boyfriend. Riku smiled and kissed back, pushing his boyfriend against the counter.
"Can you two not do that over my birthday cake?" Larxene barked suddenly, gliding past them and prying them apart with words alone. Riku jumped back like he'd been electrocuted and wiped the remaining traces of batter from his lips, glancing down and then glancing back up awkwardly. Sora was a bright red, his face hidden behind his thick hair as he ducked around the counter to get to the other side.
"Space is good…" He muttered, ears glowing like candles. Riku grinned wryly and glanced down at his pants, realizing he had a problem. Clearing his throat, he winked and left the room, heading towards the bathroom to fix things. He didn't need a hard on at the dinner table; it was obscene.
Sora watched him go with a small smile, fingers finding his lips and tracing them lightly. He loved Riku. It was that simple. He loved the way that he was always there and always smiling at him and always loving him too. Riku was just a good person.
Riku's phone vibrated on the counter, and humming softly under his breath Sora grabbed it without thinking and opened the text, frowning at the unfamiliar number that didn't have a name with it. Glancing over at the stairway, Sora concluded that he had less than two minutes before Riku would be back.
"Let's see what Riku's friends have to say…" Sora giggled evilly and glanced over at the stairs for the go ahead. Was it invasion of privacy? Yes. Was it considered rude? You betcha. Was Sora doing it anyway? Naturally. Pressing the view button, Sora scanned the text.
To: Riku
From: 678-846-4873
Subject- Miss you
Hey… haven't seen you in awhile. When can you come and see me? I love you.
Sora stared in shock at the page, a cold feeling spreading along his veins, choking the breath from his lungs as he saw that. What did they mean, "I love you."? What did anyone mean when they said that?! Who was it? Why were they texting Riku saying things like that?!
Sora gripped the cell phone tightly, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears that had immediately gathered in his eyes. Was… Riku cheating on him? He heard movement on the stairs and he wiped his eyes, clicking a few buttons to make the message look unread, and he closed the phone, turning away to focus on the bowl with the chocolate batter in it. Riku stepped back into the kitchen, problem gone, and smiled softly as Sora stirred, eyes shining with tears.
"You have a message." Sora said dejectedly, motioning towards the phone that had crushed his happy demeanor. Riku gave him a quizzical look before grabbing his phone and opening it, the text box popping up.
There was silence for a few moments as Sora grabbed a pan to put the batter in, and Riku froze all motion as he read.
"Sora… did you… read the text?" Riku asked cautiously, leaning up to place hesitant hands on Sora's shoulders. Sora frowned at the cake pan, his throat closing up at the idea of seeing that text again. Did he want Riku to know that he saw it? No… after all, it could be a misunderstanding, right? Maybe he wasn't cheating on him… maybe it was from an old… old friend.
Even though Riku didn't have any old, old friends like that.
Letting out a quiet sigh, he turned and put on the brightest smile he could manage, spatula in hand as he raised an eyebrow.
"I don't read other people's mail, silly!" Sora laughed brightly and forced himself to lean up and peck Riku on the cheek before he turned back around. "Now all we have to do is bake it!" Excited, he opened the oven and placed the pan in, glancing back to see a very relieved Riku still holding his phone tightly.
"Is something wrong?" He asked innocently, throat closing up with every word that tumbled from his lips. He had to be wrong; he couldn't be right… Riku would never cheat on him.
Right?
"Yeah… I have to go, Sora. Is that ok? You won't miss me too badly?" Riku's face was troubled.
"Of course I'll miss you… but you'll be back, right! I need my wing-man!" Sora joked, and Riku nodded slowly, face twisted before it suddenly changed.
He lunged and grabbed Sora by the waist and yanked him flush against him, hips pressed temptingly against Sora's. Sora stared up at him with slight shock, but before he could say anything Riku pressed his lips against his mouth harshly, his tongue begging for entrance, his hold needy and forceful. Sora complied, kissing him back eagerly and trying to banish his nervous thoughts away. His hands found their way over his chest, gripping the t-shirt like it was a lifeboat, something holding him from drowning. Riku kept pulling him closer and closer, grinding his hips against him. He tasted of worry and desperation. Sora leaned back, letting Riku take control since he seemed to have lost it, a low moan winding into a small whimper.
"You… have no idea… how much I need… you…" Riku groaned against Sora's throat, his lips pressing urgent, forceful kisses against Sora's neck. Hands tangled themselves in silver hair and mouths molded around each other again, needing, wanting. Fingers slid their way up shirts that were slowly coming off, skin grazing slightly and eliciting a small gasp and a low moan, the noise breaking off as Sora moved down, blunt nails scraping across smooth skin, mouth following it up, Riku knotting his fingers in his thick brown hair, breath hitching in his throat.
Riku suddenly switched it, teeth nicking and biting and sucking against Sora's skin, the brunette gasping and grinding against him, eyes closed as Riku ravished him, stirring him up with his steadily forceful kisses, his fingers that dug into his hips, the pain that melted to pleasure the moment it happened.
He pulled him up, pressing his hips urgently against Sora's and rolling them slowly forward, his mouth seeking out flushed skin and shaky breathing, Sora moaning almost pathetically as he was slowly tortured, Riku working his way down, lips loving him desperately and tantalizingly as they moved slowly lower and lower, fingers at his belt loops and tugging gently, teasing him and making him moan, making him pant, making him almost beg Riku to stop because it wasn't the same, it didn't feel the same, and it was starting to drive him crazy with the need to-
"And I don't need you doing that over my baking cake." Larxene snapped, shoving Riku away with a smirk before popping her gum, grabbing a fruit bar and walking out the same way she'd entered. Riku stumbled back, hair mussed and lips slightly swollen, eyes wide and dark with desire. Sora stared at him, shoulders moving rapidly as his tried to slow his breathing, face twisted between pain and pleasure, confusion riding his mind as Riku managed to pick himself up and dust himself off, his phone suddenly back in his hand.
"I have to go." Riku whispered, leaning in and kissing Sora softly on the cheek. Sora nodded dumbly, too nervous to speak, too scared that his voice would betray his emotions. Riku glanced down at the floor before squaring his shoulders and walking out, not glancing back, his eyes on his phone as he responded.
Sora slid to the linoleum floor, staring at the fridge that was right in front of him, the reflective metal shiny and showing his face as a distortion. His throat tightened and he buried his head in his arms, waiting for the cake to bake so that he could help Larxene celebrate her stupid birthday.
When the timer went off, he pulled it out and almost cried when he saw the thing deflated and mushy looking.
He'd forgotten the flour.
Leon scuffed his shoes as he walked down the sidewalk, not really sure where he was going but sure that it was better than where he had been. Another trek to The Strife Coffee House yielded no good results, only Roxas giving him a twisted look of pity, annoyance, and resignation as he said he hadn't seen his brother since the night before. Apparently, he had stormed up the stairs in a rage. Why? Leon ran his hands through his hair, guilty that it was his fault that he didn't know. If they were still together, he'd be able to ask why, and let Cloud tell him everything that had happened.
That's what Cloud did with Leon. He talked.
With everyone else, he was quiet, moody, cool and collected, but with Leon it was like he could be a bit more than that. He was the one who talked about how he felt, he was the one who vented about the different problems he usually blew off.
He could be himself with Leon.
"Of course, I messed that up." Leon grumbled, kicking a pebble, hands in his jacket pockets. He really should stop wearing that jacket. It was a gift from Cloud, after all. He should probably stop wearing the things that Cloud gave him… it made him seem like the dejected ex. And yes, he was, but no one else had to know that.
But wasn't that the main problem? No one else knowing how he felt about Cloud. No one really knowing how it was driving him insane.
"Stupid…" He muttered.
"What's stupid?" A bright and happy voice asked behind him. Leon didn't bother to glance back, already knowing who it was.
"Everything." He replied dully.
"Oh… that sucks. Why's it stupid?" Yuffie pranced around to face Leon, pushing her short and choppy hair behind her ears. "Oh… you're upset." She said, scrutinizing him.
"What…? No, I'm not upset." Leon shrugged and kept walking, ever the cool guy.
"That's why you look like you got kicked in the balls." Yuffie giggled, keeping pace with Leon as she swung her arms brightly.
"I don't look like I got kicked in the balls." Leon ground out.
"I understand, I mean- if I was the reason why the guy I loved was so upset and confused and messing things up, I'd look like that too."
"Yuffie, shut up." Leon didn't like the way she was talking as if she had a right to speak of Cloud being upset, confused and- wait, what?
"What do you mean, confused and messing things up?" Leon suddenly asked suspiciously.
"Well, you didn't hear this from me, but Cloud was hanging with Tifa the other night- you know how close they are- and Zack and I overheard him telling her that he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He said, 'I love Leon. Sephiroth treats me nicely though… and he's never done anything that hurt me'. I was about to laugh, it sounded like a Hallmark channel movie! But, Tifa let out a sigh and told him, 'Love isn't just being treated nicely. Those who love us are the ones who hurt us because they're the only ones who can hurt us'. He got really quiet though, and then he said, 'I just want him to try to get me back. Yeah, he found the secret garage door, but that was Roxas and Demyx's doing… they're going to suffer'." Leon winced at that… he didn't want Roxas getting hurt because he helped Leon find Cloud.
"… and then Tifa laughed and told him to talk to you, but Cloud said he didn't want to seek you out since when you were going out, that's all he did and the one thing you never did." Yuffie grinned brightly, leaning in towards Leon as Leon leaned away, face contorted in pain. So that's what Cloud thought? Was he really that horrible of a boyfriend?
"Why are you telling me this, Yuffie?" Leon asked wearily, rubbing his hand over his face. Yuffie giggled.
"I'm giving you ammo to get him back. Jump his bones or something… or just talk to him. Make him listen since that all he wants… you to be the one to talk for once. Yeah." Yuffie gave a small salute before she winked and took off the other way, probably off to go and bother the old garage owner, Cid. Leon swore that she had a crush on him. Forget that she was 15 years old.
"Ammo, huh?" Leon pursed his lips and stopped running, hands on his hips and head cocked. The idea had merit, really. Jump his bones, she said? Be the one to talk for once?
With a smile, Leon began to plot.
"So you think you've got this all planned out?" Zack asked as he examined the small stuffed animal that had been sitting on his bed. Axel spun around in his rolling chair and laughed crazily, nodding to himself and worrying his friend slightly. The moment the slightly psychotic red head and stepped foot in his doorway, he knew that there was a breakthrough coming in.
Prancing the stuffed animal to the side of the bed, Zack let it dive bomb off the side. Poor elephant man never stood a chance.
"Yeah, I mean, he was practically melting in my hand!" Axel held out said hand like Zack would see traces of Roxas there. "I've been going about getting into this guy's pants all wrong! A direct frontal assault won't work." He grinned brightly at the idea, but when he saw elephant man laying on the floor with a dislocated stump/leg he frowned. Zack was sadistically cruel to his animals. He guessed that it was good he didn't get him a real pet or they'd become mutilated somehow.
"You know, that little elephant probably doesn't know why I dropped him… he probably doesn't understand." Zack murmured sadly to himself, staring dejectedly at the now deceased Mr. Elephant. Axel rolled his eyes.
"Are you even listening?! I'm saying that I've got-"
"This amazing uke-child almost eating out of the palm of your hand because you had a different approach, yeah, yeah, yeah… can't you see I'm grieving here?!" Zack flung his arms over his eyes and turned away from Axel, clutching his Ms. Moo-moo calf tightly, remembering the good times Mr. Elephant had. The ride to the moon via washing machine didn't work, but Mr. Elephant got the chance to learn that he was NOT machine washable. Ah, life was a learning experience.
"I guess it's a good thing that your animals believe in reincarnation." Axel said thoughtfully, picking up the elephant and fixing its stump/leg. Zack turned to see the new and improved Mr. Elephant and he gave a cry of joy, jumping up and grabbing his stuffed animal, forgetting Ms. Moo-moo calf and causing her to fall to her doom.
And he said he didn't play favorites…
"So, what's your plan?" Zack asked, back on topic now that his favorite elephant was, in fact, alive and breathing… so to speak. Axel beamed and leaned, in, ready to spill his all powerful, Roxas tempting plan. His lips parted, and a slow, smug smile curled up.
"I'm going to be nice." He said dramatically, winking.
Zack stared, jaw dropping slightly.
The silence droned on as Axel waited for his reaction.
Ms. Moo-moo calf let out a gasping breath and died.
"That has got to be the worst plan I've ever heard!" Zack laughed, rolling back onto his bed and making Axel frowned, dejected. Slightly put out, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a big puff and blowing it into Zack's face to make him cough. Take that, stuffed animal homicidal maniac.
"No, it's not! He's not expecting nice! He's expecting… me!" Axel stood up and began pacing, shaking his head as Zack continued laughing at him, not even coughing from the smoke. Stupid guy must be immune or something. Glaring, Axel grabbed his bag, ready to leave so that he could get to his favorite seat in class. Smacking Zack on the shoulder he picked up the cow that had fallen in battle.
"I don't see why you're laughing…" Axel muttered, glaring. "Not when you asked Aerith out by taking her to the laser tag battle field and defeating 10 Shin'ra Middle School kids and giving her your gun as a prize." Zack abruptly stopped laughing at that, face turning a bright scarlet at the memory.
"Hey, it was 1,000 of those kids, and we were in grade 8 so I don't want to hear it!" Zack sat up and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Look, I mean, it's a good idea… but think about it, Axel. You only want this kid because he doesn't want you." Axel nodded thoughtfully, motioning for Zack to continue. "Like, think about it… you change yourself so he'll like you, then it's not Axel who wins. And once you screw him you'll get bored and leave, so why bother with the bull shit that'll ensue?" Axel raised an eyebrow and frowned at the suddenly serious Zack that was fumbling awkwardly with his stuffed animal.
"You really put a lot of thought into that didn't you." It wasn't a question, but Zack nodded all the same.
"It's been, what, three or four weeks? He hasn't budged. Just let it go, man." Axel regarded his friend for a moment before a slow smile crept across his face, changing the intensity in the room ever so slightly.
"Bet you week five yields results." He said thoughtfully, winking. Zack sighed and shrugged, tossing the stuffed animals to the side of his bed. He never really liked them, anyway. They were gifts from his aunt who went on huge safari trips to the pride lands every summer. He just played with them because they had to look a little used before his aunt showed up and asked why he didn't like his toys. So, suicide stuffed animals became a game to him.
But nobody knew that.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… just saying, when he finally goes crazy and kills you, don't get upset." Axel shook his head.
"Hey, at least I'm not the one staying home all day to play with stuffed animals…!" Axel ducked and ran from the room as Mr. King-of-the-pride-lands was suddenly chucked at his head.
10 Reasons Why My Life is better Than Zack's:
A list by Axel Flurry
1. I am irresistibly good looking.
2. I now have a plan to get Roxas in bed. And this plan might actually work…
3. The plan is a whole lot easier than the get-boy-drunk-but-not-too-drunk-but-drunk-enough-to-want-to plan.
4. I am taller. Short boys like Roxas like tall boys like Axel. :) Me.
5. My ass looks good in a pair of jeans.
6. Roxas probably prefers me over Zack, so I can show him off to make myself look good. Ethical? No. But I don't care.
7. I may be the town nuisance, but Zack was nominated senior year as the potential town creeper/pedophile.
8. I don't have an odd obsession with playing with stuffed animals.
9. My aunt does not send me odd stuffed animals to play with. Oh, he doesn't know that I know, but I know. I always know.
10. … I don't make stuffed animals attempt suicide and then grieve. Also, as a side note to that, I sent a letter to his aunt asking her to send two stuffed animals from now on because they're just so much fun, Signed: Love, Zack. Take that, Zack!
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