A/N: Review Number 100: Blaqk-Fire-Inside
Thanks, Nicole.
Life's Cheat Code
-Level 11: Begin-
Axel jerked awake suddenly in the armchair, in turn making Riku jump and look at him. Axel groaned as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his jumbling phone.
"Blocked number." He mumbled, flipping it open and suppressing a yawn, "Yellow."
"Check on Roxas. He's home."
Axel paused, "Wait, why?"
"Because I asked you to."
"…Who is this?"
Dial tone.
/L-C-C-\
Roxas crumpled to his knees against the lawn of his own house, panting heavily with tears streaming his cheeks. He never knew he could run so fast.
He stumbled into the house and bumped into the coffee table, hissing in slight pain from the jab to his shin. He careened into the kitchen, throwing off his sweatshirt from the sudden wash of heat running through his body.
Roxas reached as far as he could into the back of one of the cabinets, scrambling around on his tiptoes, shirt inching off his belly in search of the desired bottle.
He grabbed something and brought it down; he then through it carelessly at the wall to splatter when he discovered it was a bottle of ranch dressing.
This time he climbed onto the counter and looked at what the fuck he was doing, and looked around the back of the cabinet, groaning when it wasn't there.
He climbed off and rested against it, running a hand through – Freezer!
He skidded to the fridge, opened up the freezer and groped around. He pulled out the bottle, and sighed a little, almost ripping the top off and taking the biggest drink of Jack Daniels he had ever taken before.
He kept the bottle with him as he moved to the couch, plopping down awkwardly.
He. Was falling. For. His best friend.
Roxas unscrewed the cap of the bottle again and drank, ignoring the intense burn running down his throat.
This was not good.
/L-C-C-\
Sora flipped his phone closed and stuffed it back into his pocket, sighing gently as he stepped into Felicity's back door, fashionably late for his appointment…by an hour and half.
Forty-five minutes was spent pacing his room, forty minutes getting dressed, and five minutes running as fast as his skinny legs would take him down the God-forsaken establishment.
The locker room was hotter than Hades; of course they couldn't afford AC or heating, not with Rufus Shinra running the place.
Speak of the devil…
The older man stepped into the locker room just in time to watch Sora almost collapse against the lockers from the heat of the room.
He only smiled as fake-sympathetically as he could, and motioned for Sora to follow with a single finger.
Sora said nothing as they walked across the empty tables, catwalk, and bar and into Rufus' office, where a nice, wooden stool was already waiting for him.
Sora sat without a word and sighed with his eyes closed. A man with oddly pale skin and jet-black hair eventually trotted into the room with a mask on and a utility belt…filled with needles.
"You've denied this position for years, what made you reconsider?"
Rufus asked after what seemed like hours; and, unfortunately, after what seemed like the beginning of the Swiss-Sora revolution as well.
"Um…things-ow!"
He smiled, "You're getting your tongue done too, okay?"
"I don't think my mother will like me coming home covered in holes, Rufus." He said more of a pleading tone than a threatening one.
The older man chuckled, "You probably wont be home often, anyway."
"Oh…"
The only male silent in the room, or rather, the man poking holes in Sora's ears and belly button, reached delicately into Sora's mouth to grab the boy's tongue. Sora put up only a minor struggle before clenching his hands around the stool he was sitting on.
"You sure about this, kid?"
"Noth thealy."
Rufus shook his head, "Make sure to keep those clean, Sora; infected piercings are not very attractive."
"OW fuck!"
/L-C-C-\
Sora tongued the barbell in his mouth carefully, walking down the sidewalk and heading home after being told how to clean said barbell, his Industrial, the new dangling thing on his belly button and the conches that decorated both ears. He sighed, wondering how exactly Mayuka was going to react to these… He swiped a hand through his hair, sighing in relief when no car appeared in the driveway.
He jumbled the door open and closed it behind him, resting up against it and closing his eyes.
The growl from his stomach made him smile and head toward the kitchen. He slunk over the fridge with a slight bounce in his step and opened it, bending down slightly to glance around inside.
Ranch dip, a few drops of Pepsi in a bottle, something from three nights ago, and a half-gone gallon of milk. He sighed, closing the fridge door and looked in the cabinets and found nothing but stale crackers and cereal.
His stomach growled again, and Sora tapped it, "Oh, shut up."
/L-C-C-\
"Check on Roxas, huh?" Axel mumbled to himself, bringing out his phone again to try to get a hold of the blond haired boy.
Once again, no answer.
Axel yawned, stopping the car at yet another stop sign on his way to the younger boy's house.
He was probably playing videogames in his underwear and finally beating the crap out of that one chick in Devil May Cry 3, and his phone was on vibrate and on his bed!
The redhead sighed, wondering if Riku was going to be okay with him gone.
He literally had to knock the kid out by sneaking prince valium into his ice cream and use a funnel to make him eat.
Well, not quite a funnel, just a little persuasion, but a funnel would make a funnier story to tell Roxas when he came by.
He tried his phone again. Still no answer.
He tried Sora's cell phone, and it went to his answering machine.
Okay, this was annoying.
"Check…on…Roxas." He said again, finally pulling up to the younger boy's house and parked on the street. He sighed tiredly, wiping the corners of his eyes and straightening his mane of hair.
He walked up to the door, and tapping gently on the door with the knuckle of his right index finger, watching the door slide open after a few short knocks, "Roxas?"
Axel stepped inside, glancing around the darkened room, "Oh Roxas, where art thou-"
He kicked something.
He looked down and watched a bottle roll away and tap against the leg of the coffee table, where even more bottles littered the surface. He picked one up, and grimaced at the Jack Daniel's label; that shit was horrible tasting. Fucked you up good, too.
He glanced at the couch and at the crumpled Roxas, shirt and hair mussed and limbs sprawled carelessly; which was rather unlike Roxas; he was usually very to-himself when he laid down.
It didn't surprise Axel that Roxas was a bit of a heavyweight neither.
He knelt down next to the blond boy, and felt along his burning forehead and tsked slightly. Axel stood up and decided to at least begin clearing the room of the bottles before one of the kid's parent's came home and assumed that it was Axel who got the kid drunk in the first place!
He sighed, half annoyed, half worried. He carefully dropped the bottles into the recycling can and walked back inside.
"Whath you've done!"
He yelped slightly at the shock that went through his spine and glanced up at the doorway to the kitchen from the living room.
There, in all his half-drunken, half-hung over, slightly cross-eyed glory, stood Roxas hanging onto the doorframe for dear life.
"Where'did Jacky go?"
"Roxas, lay down." Axel instructed, trying to stifle the amused laugh that bubbled from his stomach.
"Ace, I am not…mm…NOT laying down with you!" He stumbled into the kitchen and held onto the island for support, "Ace…make the roomy stoppy with…with the spinny!"
"it's Axel, Roxas." He said, holding the younger boy up easily, "What in the world made you think drinking alone was a good idea? Where's Sora? Did you get anything?"
"…S…So-ra?" Roxas perked up, "He made my elbow hurt!!"
"What?"
"He-he pushed me! And-and…and that's all I remember." Roxas slurred slightly, hanging onto Axel suddenly in fear of falling off the Earth.
Axel grabbed the younger boy's arm, looking at one elbow and realized it must've been the other elbow… He grabbed Roxas' right arm, hearing Roxas hiss slightly, and examined the slightly scraped abrasion on his elbow, "You fall on the cement?"
"Mhmm."
"Why'd he push you?"
Roxas stayed quiet.
Axel sighed, and all but dragged the younger boy up the stairs and into the bathroom in search of a band-aid. He set Roxas on the toilet while he rummaged through the medicine cabinet.
Roxas still was quiet; he didn't even flinch when Axel placed the antiseptic on the scrape and put the band-aid on.
"What's the matter? You sobering up now?"
Roxas glanced up and smiled slightly before looking back down at the floor. His stomach bubbled nauseatingly and before either of them knew it, Roxas was bent over into the toilet while Axel soothingly ran fingers through his hair.
As soon as Roxas was able to walk again, Axel told him to rinse his mouth a few times while he got him a glass of water, once again rummaging through cabinets to find aspirine.
Maybe then he could get the story out of him later.
+Insert Coin To Continue?+
Even though it has nothing to do with the first story, and begins with a vigorous, hungry, angry, sadistic sex scene, It seems to be widely…unpopular.
I ask you humbly; please, just take a simple look. I've worked hard on that story; so very hard. R+R That, you don't even have to review this, seriously; it's depressing me. If had the ability to show the up arrow, I'd show you how sad I am.
If you got this far, I thank you even more. I love all you guys though…seriously. Cookies for all.