This story is dedicated to the fantastical Meleiyu. Why? Because her stories make me happy on the inside. D:

Pairings: AkuRoku, Zemyx, RikuSora, and maybe others. Who knows? I'm a rather spontaneous person.

Warnings: LOTS O' MAN-LOVING. That's "Boy-on-Boy," to you all. Don't like, then why are you even reading this? Lots of swearing (any readers of mine should know my affinity for swear-words), and the occassional cigarette. Why? I don't know.

Blah, blah.. I don't own jack-squat. I somewhat own the song, but not the concept for it..

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"If people knew who the angels were, they would be very nice when they saw one and would still do their same evil garbage when they thought none were around. Knowing who they are defeats the purpose."

-What Happened to Lani Garver

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"Sora," A blond teenager, whose name in particular was Roxas, dragged out the final vowel in a high-pitched voice. He dragged his feet along the concrete, his sandals kicking up frozen snow, among other pleasantries that had previously graced the pavement. His shoulders slumped, and the boy seemed to be attempting to melt into the curb.

Sora, his twin brother, could only roll his eyes at the immature acts the other was performing. "Roxas, quit it. You can't mope around for the rest of your life, now. Am I right?" He flipped his hair, in a way that screamed the boy's lack of an attraction to a woman, and sent Roxas a quizzical look.

"You don't know Jack, shit.." The boy frowned, a woman-esque pout forming on his lips. Crossing his arms, he huffed and ceased his movement. "I don't wanna. No, no, no!"

The brunette turned roundabout, and had a look that promised doom. His left eye even twitched a little. "Roxas, I swear to all of the higher entities that I cannot see, that I will hang you from yourballs. Do you understand me? Huh? Ineeded to get out of the house just as badly as you do." And, to show the blond he meant what he said, he ever-so-discreetly began to finger off his right glove. "I've seen Hard Candy.."

The blond squeaked, before ripping off at an abnormal speed. He nipped his brother's shoulder in his haste, causing Sora to fall, face-first, into a pile of ice-layered snow. Said boy squawked to no avail, before claiming revenge.

Once Roxas was safe inside the small coffee shop, located inside a larger Borders, he made sure to situate himself in an isolated location. Why? Because it provided a good hiding place. Obviously.

But, as Roxas soon noted, Sora didn't storm in after him. Instead, he stormed in, but was tackle-hugged by a kid who had a huge-ass guitar strapped to his back. The brunette didn't even seem phased by it, only screamed in delight once he realized who the culprit was. They hugged, danced in circles, and looked ready to have a make-out fest right then and there, if it weren't for an extremely emo-looking kid glided over and separated the two. The tackler looked embarrassed.

"Who the hell..?" Roxas, being one to talk to himself out loud, asked. He cocked his head to the side, trying to remember who, in the past week they'd been inhabiting the large, boisterous city known as Hollow Bastion, Sora could've met. Let's see: Monday, Sora and Roxas went food shopping for mommy; Tuesday, Sora and Roxas stayed home and played Sitar Hero III for the CBox 360; Wednesday, Sora and Roxas moped about the house, due to Roxas' well-named "Emo-Day"; Thursday, Sora and Roxas played even more Sitar Hero; and today was Friday.

"Odd.."

So, being the ever-curious child, himself, Roxas, with the grace and pizazz of an old man on crack would pertain, stumbled over toward his twin. And, as he smacked heads with Sora, he found that his trip had been relatively simple.

"Roxy!" Sora whined, rubbing his forehead. "What's your problem?"

"Who're they?" Roxas, who pretended that his brother's hard head had not affected him in the least, pointed at the two with a look of distaste. He hated strangers, and was rather rude when they never introduce themselves-- Even if the blond had given them a surprising entrance.

"You don't remember us?" The emo-one raised an amused brow, while the other ('Is that a mullet and a Mohawk? What a freak!') looked completely heartbroken. Roxas sent the two a rather bland look, and stood straight.

He rolled his eyes. "If I had remembered you, I wouldn't have asked, then. Right?"

"I suppose that is a true fact." Emo-man nodded, his pensive ace contemplating the word's that had spewed from Roxas' mouth as if he had spoken the true meaning of life. The blond just had to roll his eyes.

Sora was quick to cut in, though. He gave his brother a light shove. "Do you remember that touring job we took last summer? When we lived back on Destiny Islands?" The 'Duh, Bitch,' face he received was all the motive to continue. "Well, don't you remember Demyx?The one who got a little too excited over Iago, and then almost killed himself by attempting to hop off of the bus after him?"

It was then that realization it, and Roxas made the most intelligent face ever. He mouth morphed into a goofy, drool-inviting form, and his eyes squinted as his brows rose. He then laughed, only somewhat semi-retarded. Soon followed was the sheepish look. "Hi Demyx, Zexion."

Demyx chose that exact moment to strike, crushing his fellow blond in a hug. "Roxas! Omigod, it's been ages! I've missed you, even though you've never returned my letters!"

Another graceless laugh, followed by a cracked-out apology; after all, Roxas couldn't even breathe. Demyx released the shorter child and laughed. "Like I said: I've already forgiven you." Roxas shot him a grateful smile in the middle of his oxygen-feeding frenzy.

And it seemed that Zexion made it fit to make his presence noticed, for he skulked up on the teen and gave him a good ol' slap on the back; his face far too happy about the stagger that ensued. "Same here, squirt."

"Oh,hells naw!" Now it was time for both of the twins to be offended. Both crossed their arms and put on some sort of wanna-be Zoolander face. Sora snapped his fingers and rolled his neck, while Roxas planted his feet rather brusquely. "We ain't short, foo'!"

"Uh.. Okay?"

And, as any convenience would have it, a smooth, playful voice came over the speakers. "All-righty, then, folks! I am officially ready to play!"

Laughter ensued, followed by cheers and yips; one girl even shouted, "Take your clothes off, baby!" The party of four also averted their attention to the speaker, who had a guitar strap wrapped around broad shoulders, earning a large contrast with his slim hips. Roxas gave an appreciative whistle; if that man were ever to dress in drag, he'd be convinced.

"Is that him?" Sora looked to Zexion for confirmation. The teen made a non-committal grunt, before nodding and giving the singer all of his attention. Roxas only raised a brow at the "conversation," and Sora only shook his head and smiled.

"My name is Axel, and I am your entertainment for tonight." The teen, whose pale face was surrounded by a mane of red tresses, raised his brows in a suggestive manner. "But, you perverts, don't get any thoughts. My sex is not for sale, because I have yet to become that poor." More laughter, followed by catcalls and requests for his number.

"Alright, guys, don't get too rowdy. I haven't even started playing music." As if to prove his point, he strummed his acoustic. Roxas snorted, he seemed to be some sort of prick with a stuck-up attitude. Stupid fucks and their good looks.

"Well, to make sure you're all going to, uh, like what I sing, I shall start out with a song that I personally love." And, yet again, the redhead waggled his brows, before turning toward another teen with silver hair. "I ask that my sexy stud of a man-friend Riku come up here, and join me. The song we are about to sing is about his father's creepy, white rapist-van. You know, the Rapist-mobile? Yes, and Riku drives it. But," he let out an almost-dejected sigh, "we don't pick up small children. Instead, we take a bunch of hardcore kids with us and beat up random people. You know, your typical old lady, or punk-ass." Another round off guffaws and giggles.

"So, I'd like to present to you, 'The Van..'"

Leaning against a row of books, Roxas crossed his arms and gave the redhead his undivided attention. This sounded interesting enough..

"When you're walking down street on any other day,"

Axel began to strum a medium-paced, fun beat. People in the crowd began to clap and sing along.

"You better watch your ass as a white van comes your way,
We will kick you, de-prick you, and defile you as we please,
All because we don't have our own asses to sque-eeze."

The singer paused dramatically, trying to keep that shit-eating grin that threatened to form on his face. In the midst of his pause, he nodded to Riku, who coughed into his palm and nodded.

"We're gonna kick your ass in our VAN,
Our van, our van, our van, our van! (The White rapist van).
The van, the van, the van, the van
Don't fuck with us while we're in our van!

(The. White. Rap-ist. Van)!"

Roxas' heart almost burst, and he broke out into a fit of laughter. He didn't know what was going on, or why he felt better now than he had all week, but he knew it had to do with that semi-retarded song. "O-Oh my god, Sora. I think I'm in love!"

Axel strummed his guitar twice, his face serious and lips thin. He cast a wary eye toward the crowd, before smirking.

"Don't matter if you're white, black, Chinese or Japanese--

If you look at our van wrong we'll be sure to break your knees!
We've got lead pipes and our very own ninja skills,

We'll push any broken-hearted emo to finally overdose on them pills!"

He broke out into his chorus again, as everyone in the tiny area began to clap and sing along. Sora threw an arm over Roxas' shoulder and began to shout the lyrics back, wearing a goon-grin on his face. Roxas couldn't help but share his brother's contagious smile and shout right along with him.

Axel broke back into a breakdown of the goings-on with his van, and how it smells like fish, before signing the chorus again and giving the ending riff to his little song. The crowed, including a now-enthusiastic Roxas, clapped and yipped in appraisal. Some soccer moms sipped their Mochas and sent the redhead disapproving glances, while their children began to spew lines from the song.

"Well," Axel cleared his throat and chuckled, somewhat embarrassed. Everyone in the room (sans the soccer-moms) smiled warmly at him. "that's the first song. I have about.. Sixteen more to go? That includes 6 covers and 10 originals." Some people clapped, obviously for no reason. "Well, now for the shameless advertising. Axel needs food, in order to be alive. If Axel's alive, he can write songs. Axel's mommy eats all of Axel's food, and Axel's still in high school. Therefore, Axel has no food, and a crappy job. Feed Axel, by buying Axel's CD. The lovely manager of this fine establishment has showed goodwill and put my CD's up for grabs in their little shop. So, go buy one! All money shall go to me!"

When no one moved, Axel looked absolutely crestfallen. "Oh, fine. Three more songs, and then I shall threaten you into buying my shit. How's that?" There were murmurs of agreement, and the teen rolled is emerald eyes. "Jerks."

"Play 'Detachable Penis'!" One teen called, grinning stupidly. Axel blushed, and shook his head. Roxas snorted at the bashful gesture.

"It's too early, dude! There are still young children here!" As he said that, all of the young children began chanting the phallus' nickname, much to the adults' chagrin. Axel just laughed in a bright, vibrant way. Roxas almost blushed. "Okay, then. The children speak! Here's the acoustic version.."

He went on to sing the song, with all of the fans of King Missile's genius screaming along the words with him. Roxas was just too enthralled with the stimulating atmosphere, the noises and the people. It was much more mellow and laid-back that Destiny Islands, which was always full of hormonal parties with choking music and a thick air. Roxas couldn't even recall all of the times he'd been thrown up on, or all of the times he'd been fish bowled high on accident.

But here, it was just a relaxing aura. People were smiling, holding hands and just being normal. No acts, no drunks who seemed to make the entire room awkward. Roxas loved it. And he hoped that he could stay here forever.

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Over three hours had passed, Roxas realized, until Axel had finally finished his act. Three hours, because he ended up playing thirty-two songs, instead of the original sixteen. And, even though his voice had come to resemble a toad halfway through it, it was a memorable occasion for all.

Roxas, along with his merry band of men, were now resting in the comfortable sofas beside where the redhead was singing. Zexion was nose-deep in a book, while Demyx lay passed-out on the man's lap. Roxas sat parallel to them, with Sora resting cross-legged between his legs. He was massaging his brother's soft hair, a soft smile gracing his tanned and beautiful features.

Axel sighed, laughing. His laughter was no longer audible, though. All of his singing had rendered his voice damn-near mute. "Okay, guys, that's enough. If I sing one more song, I fear that I shall have no more voice.." To prove his point, he trailed off, pretending to speak words. Several people made joking comments about his sexuality, only to get flipped off by a laughing redhead.

"Okay, then. I don't know what else to say. Buy my CD, and then come see me next Saturday at the Park!" With that, he walked away from his microphone, and the crowd dispersed. He gently put away his guitar, turned around, and was then given a full-body tackle from an overly-exuberant Demyx.

"Yeah, Axel! You rocked hard, man!" The mulleted teen squealed, hugging his best friend again. Axel mocked annoyance, and kicked the blond off of him. "Down, Demyx! Bad boy!"

Demyx, in pseudo-offense, glared playfully at the signer. "Well, you have a shitty voice. Poor Sora and Roxas' ears were bleeding!" He made a vague gesture in the direction of the duo. Axel looked lost.

"Who and what, now?"

"Sora," Sora bounded up beside him, wearing one of the largest, brightest grins Axel had ever seen. But, he couldn't help but grin back. Was this kid's smile an infection, or something?!

"And I'm Roxas!" Sora's stunt-double (if you leave out of account the blond-ness) grabbed his brother by the collar and heaved him backwards. He sent the redhead a not-as-crazy grin. "I'm the calm one."

"It all makes sense, now." Axel smirked at the two, moving up to pinch both of their noses. He laughed at the sour expression his action received. "So, how old are you? Twelve?"

"The fuck?" Roxas glared at the man, soon followed by Sora's less-harsh one. Axel gulped, and made a mental note to not offend the twins. Ever. "We're sixteen, you jerk! We're in the same grade as you!"

"I'm seventeen.."

"So? We started early." Roxas seemed to mellow out a bit, and Sora was already grinning like a fool.. At Riku. Riku, in turn, looked a tiny bit abashed.

"Uh, hi?" Riku offered an awkward smile, feeling completely out of place at the moment. Sora's scrutinizing gaze was not something he ever wanted to be caught in. That kid's eyes were too blue, it freaked the silver-haired teen out. "I'm Riku?"

"Do you not know your own name?" Roxas bit out, only to wince as the remark left his lips. He had to learn to keep that damn attitude at home, along with his man-thongs. Speaking of which, he had a major wedgie, and it was not too comfortable for him at the moment. Was there a possibility of him disappearing for about several seconds?

Riku looked shocked at the quick remark that was thrown at him. His mouth went agape, and he gave Roxas a fish look. But, thankfully, Sora jumped in. He pushed his twin into the nearest table and laughed. "Oh, Roxy! You're such a klutz!" In the following second, Sora broke out in nervous chuckles, hoping to provoke a reaction from anyone.

It did. The whole party, including bystanders who happened upon the scene, broke out into snorts and giggles. Axel choked on his water, even. "Oh, oh man! That's righteous!" The redhead embraced Sora, laughing even harder. "I think you two are my new best friends. Forget Demyx!"

Demyx floundered about momentarily, looking heart-broken. "Wh-What?! But, I thought you loved me!"

"I do," Axel nodded, "but Roxas over there's got that spunk, and Sora's just a riot! They're made of so much more win!" Both of the twins blushed, though Roxas looked a bit envious of the bear-hug Sora was receiving. Axel seemed to hear his signals, and released the brunette; sauntering over toward the blond, and offering a hand.

"Need a lift, shorty?" Axel smirked at Roxas, who returned the gesture with a mocking grin of his own. And, as he reached up for the hand and grabbed it, he allowed a swift kick to one of Axel's knees.

The man squawked and flailed about, before falling down atop the blond. Zexion only laughed and persuaded Demyx to scream out, "Timber!"

But, Roxas was tight-lipped, his face smooshed against Axel's own. The redhead attempted to look sexy, his smirk biting into Roxas' cheek. "Hey, there. Isn't this a comfortable position we've stumbled upon together, eh?"

And, it seemed that all Roxas could do was laugh..

Before shoving the redhead off of him, and screaming.

"You can't have my virginity, you nasty pervert!"

And thus was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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Whoa, was that dragged on. The ending was BLAAHHHHH, but forgive me. I need toast. I promise the next chapter will be, er, better.

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