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10 Reasons Why I Think I'm Dreaming:

A List by Roxas Strife

1. I'm sitting across from Axel, Twilight Town's resident coffee shop worker stalker, and I haven't stood up, turned around, and walked from the room yet. I would think my limbs weren't working, but I can feel my leg swinging back and forth like it does whenever I'm nervous.

2. That's another good point. I'm nervous. In the grand scheme of things, when have I, Roxas Strife, ever been nervous around Axel, not counting the times I thought I was going to be raped? Never.

3. There has been a distinctly awkward silence ever since I've sat down, like the one in dreams where you want to say something but nothing comes out of your mouth. I hate dreams like that. And dreams where you know you need to run faster, but your body doesn't react? I hate dreams like that too.

4. There is a knife, sitting right beside my plate, and I haven't reached for it.

5. It's not like it's a bad knife or anything. It's actually one of those sharp steak knives that you'd use to cut meat without having to take a saw to it. It's got a pointy top, and is just screaming, "USE ME!" But I haven't picked it up.

6. There's also a fork on the other side of the plate that I haven't tried to pick up, either. It's also sharp and pointy, and could be used for stabbing. Yet it remains where it originally was when I walked in.

7. I'm not in a killing mood.

8. I'm not in a violent mood.

9. I'm not in a yelling mood.

10. And… I kinda… sorta… actually… don't want to be.

Roxas wasn't sure what to do. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he was actually awake or not, everything happening at the moment seeming to be a very, very weird dream. He was sitting across from Axel, at Axel's kitchen table, in Axel's house, looking at Axel, and not reaching for the nearest sharp object –that being the knife next to his plate –to stab Axel, and then himself.

Yeah, he had to be dreaming.

But at the same time, he didn't think he was dreaming. The fan blades on the ceiling spun lazily, buffeting a puff of cool air every now and then to him, and he actually felt it, not like in a dream where you "felt" it but it really didn't do anything. He also felt the hardness of the chair and the nerves that assaulted his stomach for no reason. Was he nervous? Hell no he wasn't nervous! He was Roxas Strife, and this… this was just Axel. There was no reason to be nervous, especially since it was just a dream, and he wasn't really sitting here on a date that sort of wasn't a date but at the same time was.

Frustrated, Roxas pinched the top of his hand.

"Ouch," He muttered, staring at the now red spot on his hand. Ok, so dreaming was now off of the list. Maybe he was hallucinating? People can feel hallucinations, but it's all in their head.

That was suddenly a very plausible theory…

"Roxas? Are you ok?" Axel asked on the other side of the table, eyebrow raised. Roxas looked up from the pink mark on his hand and studied Axel, noticing the very clean cut, careful way that he'd dressed and prepared himself. Sure, Axel had always cared about how he looked, but not like this. Where he used to dress to draw attention to seduce people, this seemed to be less sexual. Though he was dressed nicely, he didn't seem to want to seduce Roxas. Which had to be the weirdest concept Roxas ever had to wrap his mind around. Since when did Axel not try to rape him?

"Um, Roxas…?"

He'd always tried to rape him, since day one! That had been just how it was; Roxas had come to accept the fact that he was doomed to be stalked and molested at every corner. He'd even gotten used to it, freaked out when it didn't happen! And now… it wasn't happening.

"Roxas…?"

What had changed in that lengthy period of time where Axel had ignored him? What had even caused Axel to ignore him? He'd been no more angry and violent than usual, and Axel had been no more perverted than usual. If anything, he'd been following him around, trying to apologize while also trying to cop a feel when Roxas wasn't looking. Shouldn't that mean he would want to talk to Roxas more, instead of ignore him? And then he pops out of nowhere like nothing happened, and smiles a nervous smile to butter him up!

"Roxas, you're starting to make me a little nervous…" Axel lightly touched Roxas' hand that was placed on the table, trying to jolt him from his thoughts.

"You're not trying to rape me." Roxas blurted out despite himself.

There was a slightly awkward silence, similar to the one before it.

"… Well, no… I'm not." Axel smiled slightly at that, looking a little confused. "I thought you didn't appreciate it, so I decided to stop."

Needless to say, Roxas' jaw dropped.

"You… decided… to stop?" He replied in disbelief, absolutely sure that he was hallucinating now. That had to be the oddest thing he'd ever heard! People stopped popping their gum when they realized how annoying it is, but crazy people didn't just stop being crazy no more than crack addicts just stopped snorting crack!

"Yes… you don't believe me?" Axel asked, a very small trace of his old smirk flitting across his face before a regular, human-like smile took over.

"I'm finding it hard to believe this night is even happening." Roxas replied bluntly, unable to stop himself. He braced himself for the smart remark or suggestive, "Let me show you how real it is, hot stuff," sort of statement, but nothing of that sort came.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He asked instead.

Roxas was finding it hard to be annoyed with Axel when he wasn't being annoying. Though, that was actually causing him to be annoyed at Axel because he wasn't being annoying like he usually was, which was ridiculous because Roxas had wanted him to be normal and like other stupid people!

You could just see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure out how he managed to confuse himself with one simple paragraph.

"No, that's the problem!" Roxas exclaimed. "You're doing nothing –ok, well, the violin music in the background from that stereo is really cheesy… but other than that, you're doing nothing wrong. It's creeping me out."

Axel watched him before reaching back and turning the stereo off, cutting off the sound of the violin.

"Better?"

Roxas had the sudden urge to slam his face into the table. Repeatedly.

Ah, there we go… the violence was back.

That didn't last long, now did it?

"I'm just trying to show you that I can be serious… that I'm not lying to you when I say I want to be together." Axel leaned forward as he spoke, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands. "If this is what I have to do to show you that I'm not just trying to get into your pants, then I'll do it, gladly."

"Hah!" Roxas jumped up from his chair and pointed triumphantly. "Not just trying to… meaning you're trying to!" Axel just stared, eyebrow raised, and gave Roxas a very small smile.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Roxas –you're a very beautiful person. I can't help but be attracted to you."

"… Touché."

"Are you going to sit down now? I don't want your meal to get cold." Axel smiled a little more as Roxas slowly sank back into his chair and picked up his fork, spearing a spinach leaf and shoving it into his mouth. Roxas ate a few more leaves before he had to begrudgingly agree that the salad was good, and, biting into the steak, he realized that Axel had done a very good job in cooking their meal.

Was he going to admit that out loud though?

No.

"How have you been? I know we haven't seen each other in awhile, so I'm curious." Axel took a few bites of food before he seemed to decide he wasn't hungry, and watched Roxas slowly devour his meal instead, sipping the red wine that he'd poured earlier. Roxas paused and considered the question carefully. Ah, here was the real test. Axel wanted to see if he'd suffered because he was gone; he wanted to see if the Stockholm syndrome had truly set in. That was all part of his master plan, wasn't it? Make Roxas so used to him so that once he was gone, he'd truly suffer even though he hated him? Roxas could almost picture him up in his room, laughing and rubbing his hands together conspiratorially, wondering if Roxas had cracked yet.

Oh, well Axel had another thing coming.

Roxas had cracked years ago.

"I've been busy with work." Roxas replied in a blasé tone, taking another bite of steak.

"You're never busy with work. Isn't that why you sit there, staring off into space half of your work shift?" Axel replied blandly.

Damn. Axel had him there.

"No… that's the time I spend wondering how many ways I could kill myself with the cappuccino blender." Roxas countered. "Or when I wonder how many ways I could avoid arrest after stabbing a customer with the new sporks my brother ordered instead of the usual 1,000 spoons and 1,000 forks."

Axel stared at Roxas in fascination.

"Well, you know… it saved money." Roxas mumbled in defense of his brother's new order of plastic eating utensils.

"You're always so violent… it's one of the reasons I like you so much." Axel smiled, eyes fixated on the way that Roxas' face was changing from passionate to incredulous in a split second. It was actually quite interesting to witness; one moment it's alive and bright, and then the next moment it's as if someone had slapped him with a wet, soggy noodle. Axel liked that look. It was the look he'd get when Axel slapped his ass when he used to stalk him.

The look after that would be utter fury and disgust, mixed though. Though that look was also sexy, it entailed violence, yelling, and a banning of being able to touch Roxas' ass. Not that Axel would listen, but Roxas liked to know at least he tried to put his foot down.

"I have no idea what to say to that." Roxas snapped, temper flaring.

"What do you mean?"

"When people normally hear me speak of things that are better left in my head, they stares at me and then slowly find a way to go in the opposite direction I'm going. Why the hell would that attract you so much!" Roxas demanded, scowling.

"Because it's so different. I like how different you are from the normal day to day person I meet. I think it's interesting to know that there's someone in this world that honestly knows more than one way to kill themselves via cappuccino blender." Axel then smirked, and Roxas saw the real Axel, the one that had been stalking him for weeks on end before blowing him off for three whole weeks.

And for some reason, he was excited to see him.

"There!" Roxas cried, jumping up and pointing again.

Roxas was getting really good at pointing at close distances.

"Here?"

"Yeah, there! You! That's the Axel I know, not the romantic, sweet and polite one you were pretending to be! That whole thing was utter bull shit!" Roxas jabbed a finger at him again, and Axel reached up, grabbing his finger and holding it, smiling in an all too confidant way that promised more than just laughter.

It made Roxas' stomach detach itself from his esophagus and flip.

Don't worry, it reattaches itself without further prompting.

"I'm multi-sided dice." Axel replied coolly as Roxas tried to yank his finger back. Axel refused to let go though, holding him close and staring into his eyes as he slid his hand up and gripped his wrist instead.. "You think you know just one side of me because that's how I am in public, but I'm much more than the pervert you think I am. I can be polite, sweet, and romantic… you just have to give me the chance."

"Axel, let go of me." Roxas snapped, trying to yank his wrist back.

"No. You're not listening to me."

"Axel, I swear I'll cut you into pieces if you don't let go!" Roxas kept yanking his wrist, but it was to no avail. Axel stared at him, eyes burning with an emotion that Roxas couldn't name, and try as he might not to, he slowly felt himself stop struggling and sit back down, staring back at Axel with equal intensity.

"Are you listening now?" Axel asked kindly. Roxas nodded begrudgingly, figuring that he wouldn't get his wrist back unless he actually heard Axel out. He needed that wrist back, for a lot of different things. First, to open the door to get out of the hell hole Sora had dragged him to, and then second, to get the nice whipping motion as he backhanded Sora for dragging him into this mess in the first place.

"Thank you," Axel slowly let go of his wrist and smiled at Roxas, resting his chin in the palm of his hand again. Roxas yanked his wrist back and held it tenderly, scowling. "Like I was saying, you can't say that I'm just a pervert. There are so many sides to me that you know nothing about, Roxas. Do you know my biggest fear? Do you know my dreams, or aspirations? Do you know my favorite food?" Axel smirked, leaning in more. "Do you know my favorite coffee drink?"

"Straight black coffee with-"

"Nothing in it, medium cup, and keep the change." Axel laughed lightly and shook his head, taking a sip of the wine he was drinking. Roxas glowered, not exactly understanding why Axel was laughing, and what joke was told that would make Axel think it was ok to laugh. When Roxas didn't reply though, Axel stopped laughing and looked at Roxas oddly.

"Roxas, do you honestly think that's my favorite coffee drink?" He inquired, eyes a little wide.

"You always order it." Roxas retorted shortly. Axel shook his head shortly and sighed, rubbing his temple like he was honestly a little frustrated.

"I honestly can't stand the taste of straight black coffee." Axel confessed, focusing intently on Roxas. Roxas frowned and shook his head like he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around that idea, and, in fact, he couldn't. Why the hell would Axel order straight black coffee if he didn't like it? That was just stupid!

"Why the hell would you do that?" Roxas gave in and asked, taking the bait. He had to congratulate Axel in his play of conversation; he made Roxas respond to what he was saying whether he wanted to or not. Did Roxas want to? No! Now that he knew Axel was the same Axel from before, he was prepared to walk out of the room, key Axel's truck (or bike, if it had made its return from Wonderland yet) and go home to sleep a few hours before going back to his monotonous life at the coffee shop! But Axel, that damned Axel, knew how to play the game. He made Roxas say those words. Clever, clever Axel.

"Because it was part of my plan, Roxas, all a part of the plan." Axel steepled his fingers and smirked. "If I waltzed up to you and said that I wanted a caramel frappe with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles on top, would you think that I'm the smoldering, sexy, grown man that I am? I'll spare you the trouble of responding and say that no, you wouldn't think that I'm the smoldering, sexy, grown man that I am. You'd think I'm a cupcake or something." Axel sighed and shook his head. "No one takes cupcakes seriously, so I order straight black coffee to come across as sexy, mysterious, and utterly desirable despite the fact that I seem to prefer a distinctly disgusting form of coffee." Axel finished his speech and speared a piece of steak, taking a bite of it for emphases, looking away from Roxas. Roxas didn't look away from Axel however. He stared at him, completely surprised, and couldn't stop staring. After a moment of awkward silence, he parted his lips, and spoke.

"That's stupid." Axel laughed at that, setting his fork down.

"No, it was a part of my plan. And for awhile, it worked. Even if you pretend to hate me, you can't deny that you're attracted to me."

"I'll deny it to the day that I finally stick a spork in my neck and die." Roxas snapped even though his stomach detached itself once more from his esophagus and flipped.

He really had to go to the doctor about that stomach detaching itself. It can't be safe.

"Roxas, I hate to bring up our office encounter, but I don't think you'd have let me ravage you the way I did if you weren't attracted to me." Axel replied evenly, looking back at Roxas, face perfectly controlled. He didn't look like he was inwardly gloating, and it didn't look like he was saying it to get under Roxas' skin. Maybe that's why Roxas didn't blow a gasket and commit murder? Instead, he was actually able to maintain perfect calm.

On the outside at least.

"I'm not attracted to you. Nearly raping me in a public area doesn't mean I'm attracted to you! I didn't want that at all, Axel." Roxas stated in even tones, feeling his temper sparking. Axel jumped at that, eyebrow raised and a smirk flitting across his mouth, twisting it.

"You wanted it, and that's why you let it happen. If I didn't think you wanted it, I wouldn't have done a damn thing, and you know it! Why won't you admit it? What is so terrible about me that you can't admit you think I'm, at least, good looking?" He demanded, leaning forward a little, trying to make Roxas focus completely on him and not the knife that rested so temptingly beside his plate.

"I can't stand you! From day one you've had this idea that we should be together or something, so you've followed me around and molested me every chance you've gotten!" Roxas jumped up from his chair, face turning dark and murderous, eyes burning in fury. Axel didn't let him win though, jumping up as well and towering over him with his impressive height.

"And if you really, really hated it, you wouldn't have gone on a date with me, you wouldn't talk to me, and you wouldn't be here right now!"

"Each time that I've be in any contact with you has been against my will! Sora coerced me to do this; it wasn't because I was just dying to see you!" Roxas bared his teeth and scowled, and if you were looking close enough you could almost picture a wild animal that was about to attack.

"Roxas you're so in denial it's pathetic. Sora can't force you to do anything and you know it. You gave in not because he was asking you to, but because deep down you wanted to be here and see me. Admit it, you missed me! And if you can't admit that, you can just leave." Axel was towering over him, his gaze dark and his stance defensive. Roxas didn't know exactly what his problem was, but he was tired of it. Sure, he tried. And now he was done.

"Fine, then I'll leave!" Roxas shoved his chair back from the table, hands clenched into fists as he stomped towards the door. He could feel his blood pounding in his ears, and the desire to hurt something was practically screaming through every beat of his heart.

Axel wouldn't let it go though.

Silly Axel, didn't he know how close he was to death?

"No." Before Roxas could reach the door, Axel caught up easily and grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back. Roxas whirled around, cussing under his breath, but Axel brushed the words off like they were nothing.

"Axel let go of me you sick, perverted, son of a-"

"I'm not going to let you just walk away in the middle of a conversation." Axel cut him off, gripping his shoulder tightly. "I noticed that whenever a conversation doesn't turn in your favor, you just walk away and end it. We're not done with this, and I'm not going to let you leave until we are." His tone was even and calm, collected and cool. Roxas glared up and him, trying to find a way to escape, but the look on Axel's face froze his feet in place. It was like he'd cemented his feet in place, and he'd need a jackhammer to escape.

I wouldn't recommend that though because jack hammering someone's feet is both painful, and awkward to do. And they'd most likely lose their feet.

"Axel, let me go." Roxas snapped, making no move to leave. Axel shook his head, face set in determination.

"No. I think we have a hell of a lot more to talk about, and there's a lot of stuff that you're not telling me that I want to know." He replied easily, though his body language didn't match his tone. If anything, his body language said he was ready to wrestle Roxas to the floor to keep him in place if he had to. Since Roxas wasn't a world champion wrestler, he figured he had no chance of beating someone Axel's size and skill.

Skill, you might ask?

Did I ever mention that Axel was a town champion wrestler? No?

Well now you know.

When Roxas gave no reply, Axel looked back at their disaster of a dinner and sighed, shaking his head and steering Roxas out of the room, heading into the front room and sitting down on the couch, tucking Roxas under his arm so that he couldn't make a break for it and run. Roxas huffed and crossed his arms, scowling.

"Why do you hate Twilight Town so much?" Axel asked conversationally, turning his head to look at Roxas though Roxas was attempting to avoid his stare. Instead, his eyes were burning holes into the carpet similar to the way a laser would, except a laser is much more effective because it actually works. Roxas would keep trying though, for the sake of not giving up.

"Why should I tell you?" He demanded irritably.

"Because I want to know." Axel replied easily, tightening his hold on Roxas as he tried to yank himself from his grasp. Roxas glanced at him and let out a snort of contempt, momentarily giving up on his staring contest with the floor before looking back at the carpet.

"And I should care, why…?" Roxas asked dryly, rolling his eyes. Axel laughed lightly and slid his hand from his shoulder to his arm, tracing nonsense designs into his shirtsleeve as he focused on Roxas' face and the way his eyes looked dark and beautiful at the same time.

"Because I honestly want to know."

"Wrong answer."

Because I care to know?"

"Nope." Axel smirked and leaned close, lightly brushing his lips along Roxas' ear. Roxas would have shuddered in delight, but the split second before he did, he remembered it was Axel speaking, and he caught himself.

"Because you're not going anywhere until you give into me and tell me what I want to know."

"Touché." Roxas sighed and adjusted himself, sinking into the couch and, incidentally, Axel's arm. Axel had the good grace, for once, not to say anything though, and merely smiled, waiting.

"I hate this place because it never changes." Roxas began, scowling at the carpet like the carpet was to blame for his misfortune. "I never thought it was possible to live in a place that's frozen in time, but I swear Twilight Town is. Nothing ever changes."

"And what's so bad about that?" Axel inquired, listening intently. If Roxas was paying close attention, he would see the sincerity that Axel was showing, wanting to honestly know and understand. But he wasn't paying attention to Axel; he was paying attention to the carpet that was having a staring competition with him.

"You'd think it wouldn't be bad… but it is. It's like no one ever thinks to change themselves here and become something different… they always order the same drink, they always follow the same routine, and then they die. I don't want to be like that." Roxas didn't like confiding in Axel. It made him feel weird. It made him feel exposed, and like he was telling secrets, something he never told. He didn't tell Naminé his secrets anymore than he told Sora his secrets. Then why the hell was he telling Axel?

Oh yeah. His arm was blocking him from escape.

"Then don't be like them." Axel replied like it was the most obvious thing. "Be whoever you want to be, but don't be like them." Roxas glanced at him irritably and shook his head.

"It's not that easy. My dad wants me to own the stupid coffee shop, and he wants me to be a part of this stupid routine for the rest of my miserable life."

"Have you told him you didn't want to?" Roxas let out a short bark of laughter, and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. Axel cautiously let go of him, allowing the movement, but staying tense to catch him if he made an escape attempt.

Roxas was sneaky like that.

"My dad has a list of people he loves, and a list of people he doesn't care about. My dad loves my mom, Naminé, Demyx, Sora, and… sometimes he likes Cloud. I'm at the bottom of the list of people he doesn't care about. Whatever comes out of my mouth goes in one ear, and out of the other. He knows I don't want to own that stupid shop, but he doesn't give a damn. That's just how he is, and I hate it." Roxas sighed and shook his head dejectedly, staring at the spot on the carpet that wouldn't stop staring at him. It was an ongoing contest to see who would win, and so far, the carpet was winning.

Damn that carpet.

"You know Roxas, he may want you to do something, but that doesn't mean you have to do it." Axel stated in a slightly encouraging tone, like he was trying to comfort him. Roxas couldn't help himself –he turned and stared at Axel, not wanting to believe he heard what he'd just heard. Did Axel really just try and say something like that? Did he really just try to make him feel better?

What the hell was going on here?

"He's my father… and it's the family business." Roxas finally managed to say in reply, staring at Axel. Axel shook his head and smiled, keeping eye contact with him like he actually cared.

Which was a lie, but for a moment Roxas liked to think someone actually cared.

"If it doesn't make you happy, then you shouldn't do it."

"It's easy for you to say, you're-"

"Roxas, what do you want to do with your life?" Axel interrupted Roxas, speaking over him before he could start a tangent about Axel not understanding. Roxas scowled at being interrupted, but he begrudgingly answered, not wanting to be stuck in Axel's invasive stranglehold.

Apart from being annoying, it also made Roxas' stomach detach itself from his esophagus, which he was trying to prevent thank you very much.

"… I want to be a historian." Roxas replied quietly, looking away from Axel. "I want to travel to different countries and study their cultures, histories, and customs. I think it would be a lot of fun, and it's something that I'd really enjoy." Axel smiled, and set a hand on Roxas' shoulder.

"Then go and be a historian, Roxas. The only person stopping you is you."

Axel was sure he was going to die. After he dropped Roxas back off at his house and made his way back to his own house, he slowly became increasingly paranoid. Why, you might ask?

He'd totally ruined that entire date.

It had started out quite nicely, in his opinion. Roxas was dressed nicely, and though he looked confused and resigned, Axel had high hopes. He hadn't made a single perverted comment, and he hadn't spilled the wine everywhere when he poured it. After Roxas had figured out that he wasn't dreaming, Axel felt like they would actually get somewhere with their conversation, Roxas slowly relaxing and responding to the things Axel was saying.

If there were gold star stickers being handed out for effort and success, Axel thought at that point of the date, Sora would have given him one.

Of course… it all had to fall apart.

It was Roxas' fault, really. Axel sighed, and turned into the driveway, parking the truck and getting out, shuffling towards the door. If Roxas hadn't jumped up and insinuated that Axel was just a perverted sex addict, Axel might have been able to play it off and have an a-okay date. But once he did that, all bets were off.

Did Roxas really think that about him?

Well… it was true that he didn't really portray himself as this multi-layer boyfriend material type of man. And true, most of his encounters with Roxas left Roxas angry and feeling like he was about to be raped, but that didn't mean Axel was a nasty pervert, and only a nasty pervert! Axel was so much more than that!

It was just really, extremely difficult to show him that.

So… it went downhill.

Axel went into the kitchen where their half eaten food was left and grabbed the plates, not bothering on conserving food and tossed it all in the trash, dumping the plates into the sink. Pouring the wine from the glasses down the drain he grabbed the bottle and stuffed it in the fridge, making a mental note to tell Reno to finish it off. Where was Reno, you might ask? He was off somewhere with Rude, probably on a getaway to some stupid hallmark town like, oh, I don't know, Wonderland? Reno was always saying that he wanted to go, and Rude was a closet romantic, so he'd probably taken him.

"Of course they work out perfectly…" Axel grumbled to himself, going upstairs and laying down on his bed, grabbing his pillow and cuddling up to it. Was he pretending it was Roxas?

Yes, yes he was.

But he'd take that to his grave.

Maybe now that this disaster of a date was over, Roxas would warm up to him? Sure, he'd forced Roxas to share his dirty, nasty secrets –which weren't that dirty or nasty to begin with –but he had the best of intentions. He was tired of Roxas just walking away and ending things with his back facing Axel. Number one, that was all too tempting because his back was facing him, meaning his ass was, but number two, Axel didn't want to let go. He'd tried for 14 whole days to be a better person so that Roxas would give him the time of day and, dammit, he wasn't going to end a date after that short amount of time!

Though, it was a plus that Roxas seemed to enjoy the food since most of his plate was devoid of it.

But the main point was, was that Roxas had opened up to Axel without being drunk. And yes, Axel had forced him, but he didn't have to open up to him. He could have found a way to keep arguing until Axel finally gave up and took him home.

And now that he knew a little more about Roxas, Axel could actually try to make Roxas finally admit that he liked him. He had the proper ammunition; now was the time to truly plan!

But that date… was a disaster.

And Axel was scared that Sora was going to attack.

Sora had taken all the time in the world to help, and Axel had blown it. Though Sora seemed kind, sweet, and innocent, it was all a big, fat lie. Don't be fooled, Sora was a truly terrifying force to behold! Axel had nightmares where Sora would appear in his window and just stare at him like the horror movies before the light would flash, and-

At the sound of a branch scratching the window in the wind, Axel let out a terrified squeal and dove under the covers.

Five Reasons Why I will be dead by Tomorrow:

A List by Axel Flurry

1. I have failed my sensei in properly executing a normal date with Roxas

2. I have spent 14 days trying to learn and plenty of sleepless nights, all to no avail. He will be out for blood.

3. It will be early tomorrow and not the next day because he will most likely have stayed up the entire night waiting to hear from Roxas, and his entrance into the house when he got home will be all Sora needs to see.

4. I freak myself out to the point that I might accidently fall down the stairs when I jump because I hear something that I think is Sora preparing to attack.

5. I'll save him the trouble and run in front of a bus so I won't have his slow torture.

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1. Because this is your chance to really rip me apart.

I'll run the gauntlet! But just be warned... I'm halfway through the next chapter. Don't beat me so cruelly that I can't reach the keyboard to finish it. :)

I'll update soon!