Axel sighed, pulling his coat closer around himself. It was raining. Again. This was the third day in a row. He had actually thought it would be letting up today. "Just great," He mumbled to himself, burying his face in the front of his coat.

Axel hated the rain, and anything else to do with water. In fact, he very rarely even showered. Most people thought it was gross, but Axel didn't really care about what other people thought.

"Heya, Axel!" He heard, before feeling a body slam into his from behind. He managed to stay upright, twisting around to see the grinning face of Demyx. He groaned inwardly. Demyx was his best friend, and had been since preschool. But Axel never liked to deal with him when it was raining. Demyx actually LIKED the rain.

Axel promptly turned and began walking away. Demyx followed, looking like he was going to cry. Oh, that was another thing about Demyx: He cried. A lot. In fact, Axel would have thought he was Emo if he wasn't so goddamn happy all the time.

Axel tried to ignore it, but eventually Demyx's whimpers got to him. "I'm sorry, alright?" He said, trying not to scream at the blond in frustration. Just like that, the sad face melted away, replaced with the sunny smile he always wore.

"Okay," he said hugging him. Axel would have pushed him off, but was afraid Demyx would start crying again. So he just stood and took it.

After that, Demyx started going off about some random stuff. Axel just tuned him out. Demyx always forgot what he said later, anyway. That was because he had what most in the medical world would call ADHD. Sometimes, having Demyx as a best friend was really a pain.

"…Are you listening to me?" Axel pulled himself away from his thoughts to see an angry face staring at him. He grunted back in a non-committal way and stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.

"I said," Demyx repeated, "That my aunt gave me two tickets to the Yellow.Black(1) concert. And I was going to ask if you wanted to come, but maybe I'll just ask another, more attentive, friend to come with me."

Axel's eyes widened. Demyx knew that Yellow.Black was his favorite band. He mentally berated himself and made a note to pay a lot more attention in the future. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Axel said, folding his hands into a pleading gesture. "Please take me with you. Please, oh, please."

Demyx tapped his chin thoughtfully. A big grin broke out on his face. "Alright!" He held up a finger. "On one condition."

Axel paused for a moment, wary, before replying, "What?"

"You must…buy me an ice cream."

Axel could have laughed at the absurdity of it, but didn't want to risk not being able to go, so he just said, "Fine, let's go now."

Demyx's grin grew wider and, if possible, goofier. He raced towards the ice cream place, arms held out as if trying to fly. Axel followed, trying and failing to keep his excitement down. He let out an uncharacteristic whoop and ran after Demyx. He was going to go see Yellow.Black!

At the ice cream place, Axel bought Demyx and himself a sea-salt ice cream. Demyx dug into his with a vigor that could only be described as dog-like. Seriously, bits of the pale blue ice cream were flying everywhere as he ate it. His face was covered with the stuff, making him look like a little kid. It was hard for Axel to eat his own ice cream, as much as he was laughing.

After he finished with his ice cream, Demyx tilted his head back and let the rain wash the stickiness from his face. Axel shook his head. Asking Demyx to use a napkin was like asking a mountain to move so it would block the sun from your eyes. In other words: Not gonna happen.

Usually, Demyx found the strangest way to do anything, and then did it immediately. Axel had never, in all his years of knowing him, known him to be "normal." But it definitely made their friendship interesting.

When he had successfully washed all the blue from his face, Demyx waved cheerily and took off for home. Axel waved back, and headed in the direction of his own place, looking forward to a warm apartment and maybe some nice warm tea, if he had any left.

Axel glanced towards the river and something caught his eye. On the bridge, which wasn't that big but was a pretty good ways from the water, was a boy. Now, that in itself wasn't that weird. What was weird was that he was on the outside of the protective railing.

Next thing Axel knew, he saw the boy falling towards the water which, because of the rain, had began rushing. Without thinking, Axel ran as fast as he could to the water and dove in. He couldn't see the boy's head above the surface, which could only mean that he had sunk. Taking a deep breath and knowing he would just hate himself for this later, he dove down deep. The water was clear, so it only took him a few moments to spot the boy. The problem was getting to him. Because of the rushing water, he was getting farther and farther away and no matter how hard Axel tried, he couldn't seem to get any closer. His lungs were burning and Axel knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to give up or risk drowning himself.

Suddenly, miraculously, the boy's clothes snagged on a stray limb from a tree overhanging the bank. He didn't fight against it, which could only mean he had already passed out. Axel grabbed onto the branch as he swept past. He grabbed the boy around the waist and pulled himself, panting, up onto the bank. It wasn't until he was out of the water that he really realized how close he had been to blacking out. He had been so focused on the task ahead that he hadn't even noticed the lack of air in his lungs.

Axel laid the boy down on the bank and checked his breathing. There was none. He didn't technically have any CPR training, save the little bit he had done in Health class, but Axel knew he couldn't just do nothing. He formed one hand into a fist and laid the other hand over it. He pressed them to the boy's ribs and pushed. Nothing. Axel knew there was another part to CPR, but was slightly reluctant to do it.

However, after about a minute of pressing on his ribs and getting nowhere, Axel put his shyness aside for the boy's sake. He pinched the boy's nose and covered his lips with his own, breathing into him gently but firmly. Axel pushed on his ribs again. This time, it actually worked. He choked and a whole lot of water gushed out of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open, resting on Axel. The boy blinked blue eyes uncomprehendingly at him.

"Who…are you?" He croaked weakly.

"Axel. And you?"

"R-Roxas…" He mumbled, before his head lolled to the side and he blacked out.

Axel laid two fingers on his neck. His pulse was there, but it was weaker than it should have been. Of course. Hypothermia. It would set in quick if he didn't get him somewhere warm, and fast. Without thinking, Axel rushed him to his apartment, pressing him close to his body, trying to share what little body warmth he had at the moment.

Roxas' eyes flickered open. He felt warm. Was he dead yet? Instead of seeing…well, whatever it is you see when you're dead, he found himself looking at something black. There was yellow writing all over the thing, but it was wrinkled up and he couldn't read it. His eyes flicked upward to rest on Axel's sleeping face. He stared for a moment until the situation fully set in.

"Oh my god!!" He cried, kicking himself away from Axel, panic setting in. He could feel his heart beating in his throat.

Axel, surprisingly calm after being woken up in such a rude manner, rubbed his chest where Roxas had kicked him. "That hurt," he grumbled, "You could be a little more grateful to the guy who saved your life."

Roxas gripped his chest, which had begun to hurt slightly. "W-why was I sleeping in the same bed as you?"

Axel rolled his eyes. "I only did that so you wouldn't get Hypothermia. It was a close call, though. If I had had time, I would have taken you to a hospital. But if I had waited much longer, you would have almost certainly died."

The pain in his chest, and his panic, subsided. "I-I never asked you to save me," he mumbled, "Why can't you just mind your own damn business?"

Axel shrugged. "Who knows? I guess I'm just the kind of person who can't stand idly by while someone is dying. Don't blame me, blame my personality."

Axel stood up and stretched, yawning widely. "You can return those whenever, by the way," he said, gesturing towards Roxas.

Roxas looked down at himself and realized that his clothes were about 2 sizes too big and obviously not his. The shirt had a Yellow.Black emblem on it. "You like Yellow.Black?" Roxas said, looking back up at him.

"Yeah," Axel grinned, "They're my favorite band."

"Mine, too."

"Well, that's one thing we have in common."

Roxas nodded absent-mindedly.

Concerned, Axel snapped his fingers in front of Roxas' face. "Hello. Earth to Roxas."

Roxas stared at him, eyes wide. "How do you know my name?"

Axel laughed. "Apparently, you don't remember yesterday. When I pulled you out of the water, you told me your name was Roxas. And I told you my name was Axel."

"Axel," Roxas said slowly, testing it out, "It's a…" he broke off as his stomach growled loudly. He smiled sheepishly. "I guess I'm hungry."

Axel grinned. "Lucky for you, I can cook. Then, once you've got some food in your stomach, I can get you home."

Roxas tensed and gripped his knees. "You, uh…don't need to do that. You've already done enough."

"It's no trouble," said Axel, stepping into the next room. "What do you want? Eggs? Bacon? Steak?"

"Well, I don't think I really…steak?"

Axel laughed. "I get that reaction a lot. I like to eat cow in the morning. So sue me."

Roxas gave a small smile. "That's…interesting. But really, you don't need to feed me. I'm sure I'll manage." He stood up. "In fact, if you'll give me my clothes, I'll be off now."

Axel came back into the room, brandishing a spatula at him like a sword. "No, you're going to stay here and eat. And then you'll get your clothes back. Any arguing, and I will be forced to beat you with this spatula."(2)

Despite himself, Roxas sat back down on the mess of blankets on the floor that had served as a bed. The trouble was, he had no home to go back to. Somehow, he had to get Axel off his back.

"Now," said Axel, satisfied that Roxas was doing as he was told, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Roxas shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Whatever you're having."

(1) This is the name of a band one of my friends started. He said he would change it once they got better, but they haven't gotten better, so…

(2) This is from what I call "The Spatula phase." The same friend who started Yellow.Black went around telling people he would beat them with a spatula. It was pretty damn funny.

AN: Hehe, spatula. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, nor do I own the spatula. Who does, I have no idea.