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So, no school today! There's major flooding going around in our wee little state, so I got a day off. Thankfully, my area is one that wasn't flooded like the others so I could update on my NEW LAPTOP!!!

My birthday was this last saturday, so my family all pitched in together to get me one of those nifty little notebooks! It's so purtyful and what not, and when the thing popped up saying what's your computer name I couldn't help it; I named it Sora! It's just too cute to NOT be a Sora! And my brother got me a laptop bag with a Kingdom Hearts logo, and my best friend got me a Kingdom Hearts shirt and Kyle got me the PS2 Chain of Memories... best birthday EVER!

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10 Reasons Why Axel and I would NEVER Work Out:

A list by Roxas Strife

1. He loves to hit on guys who can't stand him. Because of this, I am a victim of sexual harassment on more than one occasion. Would call the police if I knew he'd actually get in trouble. His cousin is on the force and would bail him out.

2. Wanted to switch gears between my legs in a car that is missing chunks of the floor and whistled as it hit speeds over 45

3. His hair is a safety hazard. How did he get hair like that without gel?!

4. Would be going out with a sex maniac who would probably prefer something along the lines of S&M… I'm not Larxene, so that would never work.

5. He keeps trying to touch me… I hate people touching me.

6. He's too tall and leans over me like he's a pedophile. Though I'm 19 it's still a little daunting for a 6 foot (and counting) man to loom over you and ask if you'd like to step into the back of the supply closet.

7. When he eats, he slurps his noodles.

8. He constantly smokes and almost always has some sort of cancer stick hanging out of his mouth. Would probably suffocate me with his smell alone.

9. When he's bored he taps random beats on linoleum table tops and bobs his head, ever annoying me.

10. … He wants to screw me on the table top. How do I know this? He told me as we were sitting down.

"So why did you choose the fettuccini alfredo?" Roxas stared down at his pasta, trying to bite back the annoyance and anger he felt as Axel watched him. He could feel Axel watching him. Just like he could feel the desire to put his fork in his neck, he could feel Axel's eyes burning into his skull. Yet he didn't look up. No, no, it was safer to continue staring down at his fettuccini alfredo and enjoy the fact that the cook didn't put too much oil in his sauce so that he didn't feel like he was swallowing wet rubber.

"It's… nice." Roxas mumbled to his pasta, biting his tongue from snapping. He was trying to be nice… he really was. But after being drug onto a flaming red motorbike that was the color of his captor's hair and then went speeding down country roads with no jacket he wasn't feeling very nice. Actually, he was feeling so cold he was sure if he poked his hair, it would snap off in pieces.

Sure, Axel had tried to give him his jacket when he realized he was freezing his would be uke-love, but Roxas had too much pride to take it.

Damn pride gave him goosebumps and now he was having random spasms of cold rushing through his system. And Axel had noticed this. How, you may ask? When Roxas reached for the fork, his trembling fingers had skittered around it before he had gritted his chattering teeth and clenched the utensil like it was a weapon. Why was Roxas so cold? Did the guy have a problem with temperature control in his own body or something? Axel was never bothered by the cold; he was his own space heater.

Roxas, however… was like a space freezer.

"Will you please just take my jacket?" Axel started to shrug it off.

"No."

"But you're cold."

"I'll suffer in silence."

"Will you just take the jacket?"

"I don't want your damn jacket!"

"Don't have to be a big, bad boy; if you're cold, you're cold!"

"I don't want a jacket because I'm not cold!"

"Ok, calm down."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

"Fine!!"

"FINE!" They both shouted, jumping almost out of their chairs to lean over the table. Roxas was gripping the edges tightly in anger, his face distorted into something truly fearsome, his lips pulled back and his eyes narrowed into mere slits. It would have been intimidating except for his trembling, almost blue lips. Axel was leaning up with his whole body almost on the table, smirking but annoyed at the same time. Neither noticed how close they were, or how their noses were almost touching. Neither noticed the fan girls that were staring, or the waitress that was smiling as she walked up.

"Well aren't you two cute?" The waitress asked sweetly as she moved around them to pour more water into Roxas's drink. Axel and Roxas both jerked in the direction of the waitress, their faces mixed between surprise and loathing.

"What?" They both asked, hardly noticing that they were speaking at the same time. Well, Roxas didn't, but Axel did. Inwardly, he grinned. That's how it always started out…

"I mean, like, not a lot of you guys come around here! Like, our town's not big with, like, gay guys!" She giggled delicately before ruffling Roxas's hair affectionately. Roxas could feel his jaw dropping and his anger mounting it sunk in what she'd just said.

"W-what!?" Roxas spluttered, turning back to Axel and then looking back at her, horrified. "You think that we're together?!" Jumping back like he'd been stung, Roxas glared venomously at her and contemplated kicking her in the face. Would it work? He wasn't exactly the tallest of guys and his legs weren't that long…

… in comparison to other things…

Ahem.

"Well, aren't you? It looked like you two were about to kiss! Oh, you were, weren't you?! OH how romantic!" The girl let out a very undignified squeal and Roxas slowly began reaching for the butter knife near his tray.

"You've got a mistake, lady. In no way, shape, or form are we… together." Roxas hissed, giving Axel a dirty look as Axel took his weapon of choice and calmly put it next to his own plate instead. That dirty pervert knew he was going for the knife…

"Oh… you're not? I could have sworn…" The girl seemed truly apologetic for a moment before she beamed and let out another fan girl giggle. "Never matter! I can see it… you two are perfect for each other!" Roxas glared angrily and was reaching for his fork when he was surprised to see Axel had taken that away too. What was with him taking his weapons away?!

"You've just lost five percent of your tip." Roxas ground out dangerously. Slightly abashed, the girl shrugged and winked before turning away and leaving the area, probably heading to the back to talk about her encounter with the gay "couple".

"What a freaking idiot. Honestly, the nerve of that twat…" Roxas looked over at Axel to see him regarding the waitress with an expression mixed between amusement and puzzlement. "She's losing her tip altogether." He said angrily. Axel didn't respond, his eyebrow raised as he slowly turned to face Roxas, still leaning over the table to make his point. He was staring at Roxas with that same expression, a slightly questionable smile on his face.

"And what are you looking at?" Roxas demanded, falling into his chair and glowering. Axel slowly fell back into his chair as well, head tilted and smirk still in place. He seemed genuinely amused with what had just happened, his lips pulled up only just. The look alone was a little unsettling because he had a smug smile in his eyes like he was a bird who'd just swallowed the canary. Unsettled and looking for something to do, Roxas grabbed the newly filled water, happy to distract himself.

"I wonder," Axel said evenly, eyes locked with Roxas's in a way that made his heart constrict tightly in his chest, "I wonder… how long it will take before she's right." Roxas choked on his water, eye averted as he spluttered for breath and Axel waited patiently for him to find the necessary oxygen.

"She's not right… we're not together, nor shall we ever be together." Axel raised an eyebrow in disbelief and his smile grew a little more. In reality, this small smile was a little scarier than his outward, perverted statements. The smile said quite clearly what he wanted, but because of the silence, it caused Roxas's imagination to fill in the blanks for him. Did he want to take him on the table? Did he want to wait until they got back to the motorcycle? Roxas's throat went dry and he inaudibly gulped.

It was unnerving.

"So you say… so you say." Axel's grin became a little wider before he nodded to the fettuccini. "Can I trust you to finish that without you stabbing the waitress with your fork?"

Roxas kicked him under the table, his glare back in place. Axel smirked and caught his foot, hooking his ankle around and tugging flirtatiously.

"Not a good idea, uke-child." Axel chuckled and pulled the boy's leg up, sliding a warm hand down his shin. "Don't want to give me ideas now… do you?" Roxas shuddered in disgust and yanked his leg away, giving a baby-murdering glare to the waitress who let out a squeal and began saying something squeaky and loud to her girlfriends.

"Aw, they're playing footsie!"

"Can I have my fork back?" Roxas asked irritably.

"Will you withhold the desire to stab her?" Axel asked cheerfully, beaming in the all too familiar way. The waitress waltzed past them and winked.

"No promises…" Roxas grumbled irritably.

Axel and Roxas walked down the boardwalk of the party district, Wonderland. Axel was in a fairly cheery mood, nodding and waving to people he knew, and attempting to put an arm around Roxas's shoulder.

Roxas, naturally, kept shrugging him off.

Axel had hope though. The fact that the kid was here, with him, was a miracle all of its own. Maybe it had been the temptation of not seeing him for awhile? Axel had been feeling pretty risky when he had offered up that idea, but just seeing his uke-love suffering…

… well, it's hard to take advantage of an emotionally unstable kid. The guilt… who wants to screw a suicide watch?

So, now it was his job to cheer him up.

How though? Axel looked around where there were different parties going on in clubs and bars and street parties. Ah, the joys of Wonderland. It had once been a thriving dictatorship from some lady who had an obsession with cards, but when the people revolted and made a very shaky democracy, it became the pot hole for drug addicts, partiers, whores, and alcohol.

A truly blessed place.

Axel looked over the different clubs he could take Roxas to, the kid silently walking next to him, a look of utter disdain on his face. Why wouldn't he? They'd just passed their third brothel…

They were all right next door to each other.

"Say… how about we go to the Ace of Spades?" Axel pointed over to the club that held two ace cards as the sign and an ace logo across them. The neon lights flashed and Axel could hear the music thudding even though he was a hundred yards away.

"It's your choice." Roxas snapped, hardly bothering to glance. Axel raised his eyebrows suggestively, and he could help the demonic smirk from gracing his face.

"Watch your words." He said softly, leaning down and grasping Roxas's shoulder. "If it were really my choice… you wouldn't be able to walk for a week." Roxas's face transmogrified into a mix between fear and horror as Axel cheerfully began steering him towards the club, one handedly texting Rufus, Rude, Reno, and Zack to tell them to join the party.

It was going to be one hell of a night.

Roxas stared at the flashing lights and the moving bodies. He could feel the bass blasting through his veins and the music that forced its way into his head, trying to push everything out. He could barely feel Axel steering them towards a small group of people that he'd seen Axel with, one of them his brother, Reno.

"Hey guys! What's up?" Axel grinned wryly and ruffled Roxas's hair, much to his displeasure. He imagined kicking Axel in the balls, and then inwardly grinned.

… he wasn't loved enough as a child…

Axel introduced him to the group; his older brother, his older brother's boyfriend, his best friend Zack, and his other friend/ ex-boyfriend, Rufus. They all laughed and joked and moved to the music, but Roxas didn't feel like talking.

Well, to be fair, he didn't even want to be there, but that was beside the point.

"Let's go dance." Axel said excitedly, tugging him towards the sweaty, nasty bodies. Roxas yanked his hand back, shaking his head and turning towards the open bar where they never asked for ID's because they just wanted money.

Slipping through the crowd he clambered onto a stool with more difficulty than necessary because, let's face it folks, Roxas was pretty short.

"What can I get you?" The bartender smiled, showing his proud, four teeth.

"The strongest, most painful thing you've got." The bartender raised an eyebrow and looked Roxas up and down, a smirk playing over his lips as he shrugged, set down his glass, and began making the drink.

"This will knock you on your ass." The bartender cautioned him.

"I'm planning on it."

"What's he doing?" Zack asked over the thudding music, nodding to the blonde that was dejectedly sitting on a neon blue stool, knocking back shots of alcohol. Axel, who was currently dancing to his favorite clubbing song, looked up and maneuvered around Rufus to see Roxas currently leaning over his glass with a dejected, sad look.

"He's drinking." Axel replied easily, mentally adding up the amount of drinks his little charge had taken. Rufus moved closer to him and rolled his hips to the music, grinding right up against Axel as he tried to get his attention back. They'd been in The Ace of Spades for a good two hours, and the moment they'd gotten inside Roxas had made a beeline for the bar, leaving Axel and his posse to dance on the floor without him.

Apparently, he wasn't much of a dancer.

"How old is he?" Reno asked as he pulled Rude closer towards them, his boyfriend's hands on his waist as he swayed.

"Hm… 19… 20? Give or take a few years. Looks 15 though, right?" Axel shrugged as he watched Roxas, not too concerned. The kid seemed to be holding his liquor well; he wasn't falling over himself and he hadn't started stripping…

… Though, Axel wouldn't mind if that happened.

"Should you go and check up on him?" Zack asked, eyeing a girl that was sidling up close to Roxas. Axel felt his lips curling over his teeth as the girl was promptly dismissed, Roxas giving her a nasty look before he turned back to his next drink.

"No… this is perfect. Leave him alone for a bit more, and then he'll begin to want my company." Axel chuckled, winking as Rufus slid a hand down his side.

"You're letting him drink himself into an angry, lonely frenzy?" Rufus asked curiously. Axel laughed brightly and nodded.

"Got that technique from you, good friend. Didn't you do that to get into Kadaj's pants?" Axel asked. Zack face palmed as Rufus shrugged and gave a wry grin.

"We can't all have honorable intentions." Axel and Reno laughed outright at that, high fiving over the thriving, gyrating crowd.

And oh how Axel's intentions far from honorable…

He gave it another half an hour, watching the way that Roxas took his time drinking, sipping from the cup and watching the crowd in a slight stupor, glazed blue eyes finding their way to him no matter what he did. Every time Axel saw him looking at him he'd wink and move in a slow, sensual circle, hips rolling with his movements, causing the boy to glare and turn away angrily. When Axel saw him down an entire shot and slam it back with too much force, he knew it was time.

"Having fun?" He asked, settling down on the bar stool next to Roxas. Roxas turned to him and pursed his lips, eyes unfocused as he stared. He was swaying slightly on his chair, his drunken mind internally battling whether or not to let its body fall to the floor. Axel lifted a hand slightly just in case Roxas decided to dive bomb off of his too big stool.

"Fucking blast." He replied a little too loudly, his eyes moving over to Reno, Rufus, Rude, and Zack, his face darkening slightly. "You're all having fun out there." His words were thick with alcohol, and Axel laughed.

"You could join us if you wanted." Axel offered, already knowing the answer. Sure enough, Roxas gave him a dirty look as he grabbed another shot from the bartender, slamming it back and setting the glass down unsteadily. Passing over a crumpled bill he shook his head.

"Think I'm going to head home." He replied, rising from his stool and swaying as he fought to get his equilibrium. Axel grabbed his shoulder to steady him, and surprisingly Roxas let him, his breath coming out funny. Glaring at the bartender, the guy raised his hands up in surrender, four teeth looking mighty close to being knocked out with a very angry fist that was connected to a very angry red head.

"What did you give him?" Axel asked as Roxas swayed next to him, lost in his own world for the moment.

"Hair of the dog." The bartender replied, nodding towards the "gutters" lining the bar. The gutter was a mix of whatever alcohol was spilled, whatever scum crept in, any soapy water, any dirt and grime, and any excess from almost empty bottles.

You were never sure if you were going to get soap scum or straight whisky.

"Hey, he said to give him something strong; Hair of the Dog is the strongest I've got." The bartender wasn't sorry as he ran his tongue along his lonely teeth and nodded to the blonde. "Hope you have fun with him… I can't remember if Nadine's crank was slipped into the gutter…" Disappearing to the other end of the bar, the guy began laughing satanically, his cackle rattling his four teeth and making Axel think of puppies dying by his laughter alone.

What a very mean man.

"Come on, uke-child… let's see what the damage is." Axel knew Roxas didn't hear him because the guy didn't respond as he looped his arm under his shoulder and began making their way across the club, dodging the hot bodies that pressed against him. Usually, Axel would press back, making it both sexy and awkward, but now he actually had to be responsible for his inebriated soon to be sex buddy.

Damn responsibilities…

They made it outside, Roxas managing to walk next to Axel woozily, his head hanging slightly as they slipped around the crowd wanting to get in. Axel glanced down with slight amusement as Roxas dumbly followed, not objecting when Axel patted his back and pointed towards his motorbike.

"Think you can ride?" Axel asked as they reached the red beauty, Axel clicking the button to undo the alarm he'd personally built at Cid's garage.

"Whoa…" Axel looked back as he moved around to grab the helmets, and he turned to see Roxas spacing out, eyes on the moon, bright and shiny and the prettiest blue he'd ever seen. The kid's mouth was hanging open, shock apparent.

"What's up, Roxas?" Axel walked to his side to look up where Roxas was looking, but all he could see was the moon. What was so special about the moon? Sure… it was big… but if he wanted big, Axel could show him something bigger…

At least, he thought so…

"The moon… it's so… so…" Roxas frowned childishly, his bottom lip poking out, hands on his hips. "It's so pretty!" He suddenly declared, nodding fiercely to himself.

Axel stared, just a little shocked at what Roxas said.

Roxas continued staring at the moon, mouth back in its hanging open position.

The moon stayed put. Like it always did.

"Well, yeah… I guess it is." Axel's lips curled over his teeth and he put an arm around Roxas's slim shoulders, inadvertently feeling the relaxed, toned muscles underneath. "But it's just the moon, Roxas." Roxas shook his head firmly, lips pursed.

"No." He murmured, pulling away from Axel and walking forward. "It's pretty. I like pretty. Have you ever looked at the moon?" Roxas turned back to him, almost in the road. "Have you ever just looked at it?" He turned back to the moon and let out a drunken laugh, somehow sounding just a little sober, and just a little more like himself. Axel followed him towards the road, just a little nervous. What if he got hit? Axel didn't know of any rivers nearby that he could dump a dead body in, but did he want to dump Roxas's dead body anywhere? If it got ran over, it would be icky and nasty and splattered flat and Axel would have to pry if off of the ground with a big shovel.

Axel didn't even have a big shovel!

Following Roxas, Axel picked up his pace and looked both ways, relieved to see no one coming as Roxas continued his slow paced stumbling towards the moon and inadvertently the run down park that remained standing, even around the brothels, clubs, and run town gang houses.

"Hey, Roxas… this probably isn't safe." Axel called, picking up his pace and trying to catch the blondie who had somehow made it to the other side and was attempting to climb the fence.

"I know." Roxas replied, a lighthearted giggle tearing past his lips. If Axel wasn't in the middle of the road in one of the most dangerous, reckless towns he knew, he would have stopped and stared at Roxas like he was crazy. Alas, all he did was shake his head and jog to the fence to pry his uke-child off of the rusted metal. As he reached it though, Roxas managed to pull himself to the other side with much difficulty, landing flat on his ass and letting out a slight, "Oh!" of surprise.

"Are you ok?" Axel asked, exasperated. It had started out as a night to get into his target's pants, but it was quickly turning into a babysitting party.

And there was a reason why Axel wasn't a babysitter. Just thinking about how the last kid ended up in the dryer… shudders…

Roxas managed to pull himself back up onto his feet, his steps sluggish and a little awkward as he plowed forward towards the playground sets. Gritting his teeth, Axel vaulted over the fence and made his way towards the slightly irritating blondie. What was his deal?! Roxas was stumbling over the slight incline, a slightly concerning grin plastered on his face, eyes stuck on the moon.

What was with the fricking moon!?

"Uh, Roxas?" Axel began jogging towards him, unhappy with the night's events. This was not what he meant when he said he wanted one on one time with Roxas. And yet… he was stuck with it. Roxas climbed up the small step to the swing set, and before Axel could say anything, he plopped down onto the swing, arms loosely wrapped around the chain links. Kicking off with difficulty, the coffee shop worker moved sluggishly with the swing, a small bubble of laughter erupting from his lips. Axel frowned but slowed to a walk, easing over to the other side of his date and leaning against the metal pole, eyebrow raised.

"This is what we came over here for?" Axel asked in a tone that clearly meant that he was less than pleased. Roxas nodded brightly, head bobbing a little too energetically to be normal, and he kicked off of the ground, swinging wildly every which way. Axel resisted the urge to laugh right out, and let him continue his antics for all appearances sake.

"Yeah… haven't you ever just sat down on a swing before?" Roxas asked brightly.

"Yeah… when I was four." Axel deadpanned from his position next to the metal pole. Roxas shook his head and laughed, somehow making fun of Axel without even saying a word.

"No… I mean, I dunno… have you ever just acted like a kid?" Roxas turned awkwardly to face him, peering around the chain links. "I… I haven't." He whispered confidentially, eyes wide and innocent.

"What do you mean you haven't? Didn't you act like a kid when you were a kid?"

"No… my dad says I was sullen and angry since I was four." Roxas continued to whisper, staring up at the moon, totally innocent. Axel stared for a moment, slightly torn. It was just now dawning on him that Roxas was slightly confiding in him, too drunk to realize the words that were falling from his mouth. Instead of feeling the need to put it to him between the swing set and the merry-go-round, Axel felt like listening. Why? He didn't know… maybe something had addled his brain too? He hadn't suffered any concussions… nor had he drunk anything like "Hair of the Dog," but who knew? Instead of grabbing him and molesting his face with heavy kisses, Axel found himself slowly moving around to sit down on the swing next to Roxas's, turning it so that he could see the boy beside him.

"Why would you be sullen since you were four?" Axel asked.

"I dunno… I just remember thinking about how much I wanted to grow up… be like my dad." Roxas laughed and looked down, scuffing his shoes in the dirt. "Funny how that turned out."

"What do you mean?"

"Now… I want nothing to do with him. He- you'll love this- he wants me to be the guy who takes over the coffee shop. The one who hates that place the most… is the one destined to live there forever." There was an awkward silence, Roxas's face turning up to face the moon, the silver light bathing his face in an eerie glow and taking away the shadows around his eyes. It made his eyes blend in with the rest of him, scary and all too vulnerable. Axel frowned, unsure if he liked the vulnerable Roxas.

"So why stay?" Axel asked, twisting his swing around. Roxas sighed, fingers fumbling awkwardly over the metal.

"I don't want to stay. I want to get as far away as I can get. I'd rather live in Castle Oblivion than live in Twilight Town!" Roxas twisted around in his swing and almost fell over, eyes comically wide as he struggled to stay upright. Axel resisted the urge to laugh as he held the chains steady so that Roxas could fix himself.

"You do know that Castle Oblivion is a myth… right?" He questioned, eyebrow raised.

"I don't care! I'd rather be there than where I am now…" Dejected, he stared down and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"What's so bad about Twilight Town?" Axel asked, baffled. He didn't really see a problem with it. As a flaming gay man in a town where almost everyone was gay or bi, it was paradise!

"I feel so claustrophobic there. How you live, who you are, what your reputation is… it's all concrete. Everyone is so closed minded and does the same thing every day. Did you know that Marluxia always gets a caramel frupp with added whipped crème? And Xemnas always gets a double chocolate shake with three shots of espresso, two straws in it so that when he gets home he and Saix can share? You always get a straight black coffee, tell me to keep the change. Demyx always gets a mix of everything that contains sugar and caffeine and whips it up like it's a latte." Roxas was rushing through his words, slurring them and tripping over the slightly difficult pronunciations, his hands clenching the chains so tightly that Axel was slightly scared he'd break the metal. Who knew his Roxas had that in him?

"It doesn't matter what changes about you, your entire life is set in stone. I'm tired of always doing the same thing over and over again in a town that's not changed in over a hundred years. It's like the entire area is in a rut where nothing can change because we're all in too deep. No one will even put v-v-variation to their coffee! And my dad wants me- wants me to live like that! For the rest of my life!" He took a deep breath and was silent.

"… Didn't know you got that out of someone ordering their favorite drinks." Axel finally replied, half feeling bad that he actually didn't order his favorite drink. Really, Axel didn't have a favorite. He ordered what he thought Roxas would think was hot. Well, he didn't think that straight black coffee was bad, per say… but Roxas was right; it did get old after awhile. Glancing over at Roxas, he noticed that the blondie was flushed, like he was embarrassed. Oh… he probably thought that Axel was making fun of him.

"Can't believe I just said that…" He muttered, eyes back on the bright, shiny moon.

"No, no… go ahead, kid. Just say what you want to say." Axel ducked his head slightly, feeling a little guilty that he'd made Roxas not want to talk. By getting him to talk, he could find out the way to make him actually want Axel the way Axel wanted him.

He played dirty that way.

"Doesn't matter… I just wanted to look at the moon, anyway." Roxas sighed and leaned his head against the swing's chain, swaying slightly to the side as he let his feet drag. "I don't really just look at things anymore. I haven't really seen the moon in awhile. I'm just trying to- to… brush past everything and get away from it all. I want to rush through this entire hell that I'm stuck with so that I can get away. Makes me miss things. Like the moon." Axel nodded, secretly pleased that Roxas wasn't totally deterred from talking to him. Maybe he was a talkative drunk? He didn't seem plastered, but his jaw was certainly unhinged.

"Is that why you're always angry?" Axel asked. Roxas jerked out of his slight stupor, turning to face him with wide, wide eyes. A little surprised, Axel leaned back. This was not the Roxas he was used to.

"NO! I'm not- I'm not angry," He leaned in, whispering, "I'm just- I hate working there. I hate customers that always are angry when they get exactly what they want, I hate that place. An-and the people-" His voice broke off and he shook his head jerkily, hands fluttering around him to express his dislike.

"People like me?" Axel smirked, slightly amused.

"YES! I- well, I- I like guys with blue hair, or red hair." Roxas confided, nodding more to himself than a smirking Axel. "And I used to like Zexion, but Demyx likes him, so it doesn't matter, and then there was this bi guy named Xion, but that didn't last long, and then you came along, and I'm not- I'm- I mean-" He let out a frustrated noise and glared at a smug Axel. "You were flaming and perverted and you ruined your looks with your attitude and I'm not- I'm not open with my sexuality like you are, and you just kept driving me nuts and you- you still do!" Roxas huffed and folded his arms, glaring. "I don't like you, now." He declared.

"You don't like me now?" Axel raised an eyebrow.

"I don't like you now!" Roxas confirmed. Axel grinned brightly and winked, shrugging.

"They never do, at first." He nodded. Scratching his head he turned to give Roxas a slow, lazy once over. "And yeah, I may be a bit of a pervert… but I think you're something like a closet freak, deep down."

Axel's grin widened.

Roxas stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

Nearby, a prostitute threw up in a trashcan.

The moon stayed where it was supposed to. Like Always.

Roxas's face transmogrified into pure amusement.

"You really think so?!" He asked, a blissful smile breaking over his face. Laughing brightly, he rocked back in his swing, his laugh turning into a squeal of panic as he leaned too far back and began to fall onto the hard earth.

"Hey now, careful!" Letting out a slight curse, Axel shot from his swing and grabbed Roxas, wrapping his fingers around the smaller boy's wrists and tugging him up. Roxas fell forward and his head lolled as elatedly he laughed, eyes closed.

"I'm so, dizzy!" He crowed, shaking his head to gain equilibrium. Axel continued to stare though, unable to help the way that his heart stopped when he saw the way the moon caressed Roxas's now reddened cheeks and how his hair splayed across his forehead. Axel couldn't help it, but he felt his breath hitch when Roxas's eyes lazily opened and the ocean blues studied his face with a drunken, intense scrutiny.

The silence drug on as Roxas's laughter faded.

"I'm going to kiss you now." Roxas stated firmly in a matter-of-fact tone, eyes intense and burning as he nodded to himself and then leaned in, planting his soft mouth against a very surprised set of chapped lips.

5 Reasons Why I'm Screwed:

A list By Axel Flurry

1. I never paid that parking ticket for my truck.

2. I just got a very cute, neurotic, innocent uke drunk, and now he's spilled his secrets to me. Would use as blackmail if I was a cruel person. Will probably use it as blackmail anyway.

3. I don't think he'll be able to hang onto me while I drive him home on my motorcycle. Would have used the truck if he'd not been so opposed to the beer cans and soda cans helping as an aid for the flooring…

4. Said uke is now kissing me.

5. If I was a crueler person, I'd take advantage of this situation. Hell, I'll probably do that without even trying.

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I honestly had fun with this... and yes, I made Xion a man... but I didn't know who else had blue hair and red hair... and I didn't want to put Reno because then Axel would get mad... so yeah.

Please don't let me down! You guys did so awesome, reviewing like that!!

You see that button down there? Yeah... that one. It likes to be touched.

...interpret that as you wish...

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