Chapter 7

TITLE: Raised By Wolves

Disclaimer; I have nothing against Catholics or Christin's. And I don't own my obsession.

Axel had had enough. After I was done bullshitting him about biblical crap my parents had drummed me with, he had finally had all he could take. But in my defence, I'd only known him for a day and my parents had tried brainwashing me about how gays were wrong yader yader. I was so confused and was starting to think I was right all along.

When I was little I had a theory that if 'God' was such a caring and forgiving being, why would he have something against gays, right? I mean its natural; dolphins do it to assert dominance, and humans do it for love. SO why it's wrong? In this situation, I personally don't think it's wrong, more, too soon. I looked over at Xion had woken somewhere between Axel leaving and my hard thinking. I giggled to myself on that comment.

"Hey Roxas," She looked over appearing to be a little more ok with what had happened. Xion stood up and grabbed her shoes. "Before I go, here's my number." A piece of paper was handed to me and she looked back, tired but smirking at me. "I think you should look over at the table." And with that she had closed the door and her footsteps faded into nothing. I was alone with the TV in the background. Flopping back into bed I was tired and rolled over and pulled my phone from my pocket and put Xions number in and sent her a message saying who it was so she had mine. I got a messge back asking about what Axel and I had been discussing a little loudly.

Roxas [4.45]; Did we wake you?

Xion[4.49]: I don't think that matters at the moment. Are you two cool?
Roxas [5.03]: I guess? Well I don't know what that means. Ive known him for a day.

Xion [5.05]: So? Things are allowed to move fast. You know that right?

Roxas [5.08]: No… Ive never been… Involved with anyone before. Hence my OP 1.

Xion [5.10]: oh… Small town fever aye?

Roxas [5.10]: And religious parents.

Xion [5.14]: Did you look at the table?

I'd forgotten about that. Pushing myself up was still a little tricky. My head was caning and my stomache was a little funny. Like butterflies. Sick butterflies. On the table were my smokes and if that's what Xion was getting at then, yes, yes I would like one. I opened the packet and there was a little note in there. At first I thought it was Xion who had wrote it.

Roxas,

I do apologies for how things started off. Remember what I said the other day about parties, drugs and homosexuality? I'm going to keep my word. Let me take you out some time and show you my side of town?

Axel.

He'd left his number at the bottom and I wasn't sure if I were meant to text him now or…? So for the rest of the day I text Xion about Axel and then we spoke about Naminé and had gone through a whole 20 pack of cigarettes. I was just confused, and a little stressed. I think that one was because I had my first class tomorrow. And Xion felt the same but on different topics. Apparently she had returned to pretending not to know her. She was torn too and didn't know what to do. Uni was like the high school I never had and what I could figure out in the one day id been here, I hadn't missed much but confusing emotions and self-confliction.

Id fallen asleep around 8-9ish that night and had a strange dream. I don't remember much but Axel and Xion were there… but we were wearing these long, black cloak things. Xion was sad and wouldn't talk to me, and Axel was saying something about and Organisation of some sort and I had upset them or something. It was only little pieces and they didn't make a lot of sense to me. The last thing I remember was Axel and I fighting. We had weapons of some kind, but I couldn't make it out. I struck him down and he kept saying something over and over but I couldn't hear it, or I just couldn't remember…

The clock on the wall said 8.00am. Class was in 30 minutes so I jumped up and headed towards the shower. I was kinda glad my roommate hadn't showed up just yet, the peace was great and gave me time to shake off the weekend. I promised in the shower that I wouldn't make any more friends. Maybe my parents were doing me a favour when they pushed me in school and away from the other kids. Yea I got a little depressed every now and then but, I didn't have any unnecessary drama. I'd told Xion this and she said drama was good, just not all the time. It was character development. To make you stronger as a person and to understand how people work, how you work and everyone's limits. It made sense to me but more in a theory way.

My teacher was this guy with a big facial scar in the shape of an 'X', he had blue hair and had told us his name was Saïx. He came off a little cold but every now and then you could see him reflecting. It made me a little sad but I didn't want to ask. It wasn't my place. He was as I thought a lecturer would be; stern looking, knowledgeable, always tired looking and distant from his students. I couldn't concentrate which wasn't like me. I looked around the class room and didn't see anyone who was familiar looking and it seemed like I was the youngest here. Maybe Science as a whole wasn't appealing for people my age? The rest of the class was pretty much like this. Nothing really notable happened, like any other class for the rest of the week. I saw Axel here and there around the place and didn't really say much. I wanted to because I had some thoughts arranged properly and was figuring little things out bit by bit and wanted to tell him. I looked down at the note he'd left in my smokes and was about to text him when I got a call; Mother.