Dybbuk

Summary: Roxas is a student willing to sell his soul just to find love. When someone decides to take him up on his generous offer, what will happen? AU

Pairing: AkuRoku, RiSo, maybe a hint of Zemyx and Leoud? Who knows? ^_^ (btw, I do pairing anonyms by seme-uke. That’s why it’s not Cleon.)

Rating: OT, may go up.

Comments: Listening to Gackt, I heard a song called Dybbuk, and if I remember right, that’s either the name of a lesser devil or another name for the devil himself. And then came this idea. So please enjoy. Also, aside from a few little adjustments, Roxas has my schedule… the adjustments are because I seriously doubt he wants to be a high school Spanish teacher. I am finally getting my chapter (mostly) without Sakura… unfortunately it also lacks Demyx, Zexion, Lexaeus, and Marluxia. It had to happen somehow. (Holy crap, I just realized... this and Cat's Cradle have been up here for a year and I haven't finished either of them yet! Well, finished posting. I've got them finished on my hard drive. For the people who still read these two fics, thank you! I am sorry I am a lazy wench and don't update as frequently as I should. I'll admit to getting discouraged for a while on these because my OCs weren't well recieved. But now, eh. I've got a story to tell and I'll be damned if I let it go unfinished because I've got my heart on my sleeve for anyone to do damage to.)

Contract 6: Hereby the undersigned revokes his rights to blossoming love

“What a boring weekend… No Marly and Sakura to tease…” Larxene sighed. “And your roommate boyfriend is off god knows where!”

“Hey, erase the boyfriend. He’s just my roommate.” Roxas sighed. Larxene had just invited herself to his table, not leaving him alone. “And what’s there to tease Marluxia and Sakura for?”

“Please. Can’t you see it? At risk of sounding like Yuffie… they’re in love. You can just see the hearts on Marly’s part… can’t get through dinner without one word about Sakura. As for Sakura… well, I’ve known her since high school. I know when she’s crushing on someone. She goes out of her way to be less obvious to them. With Marly that won’t work, he’s always around her, so she stays quieter. Like her crush on that one guy… I knew about that. She was a recluse for a week.”

“Wonder how they’re doing…” Roxas mused. Axel walked into the cafeteria right then, and rushed over to Roxas, smiling.

“Roxy!”

“See? I have a point.” Larxene shrugged.

“No you don’t!” Roxas scowled.

“Sure, and Marluxia doesn’t have pink hair. Laters. Oh, and Axel, Roxas said something about that new restaurant, the romantic one? Yeah, just thought you’d like to know.” Larxene grinned and left. Roxas growled just as Axel got back to the table, a confused look on his face.

“She’s totally lying. Larxene is a prankster, I promise you I do not want to go to that restaurant.” He sighed. Axel shrugged.

“Well, I was going to suggest it, since we haven’t eaten off campus except for the times Sakura sang at the coffeehouse but if you don’t want to…”

“I never said that we couldn’t eat elsewhere, I just don’t want to eat there. Besides, the reservation list has to be a mile long.”

“Uhm, demon? Can get us on that list like we’ve been waiting months to go?” Axel sighed; how little he knew! Roxas got a strange look in his eyes, and Axel thought that might not have been the best thing to say…

“What about that one Japanese restaurant? Leon said he and Cloud went after it first opened, before it got really popular. Can you get us in there?” Axel sighed in relief; easy task! And for good food, no less.

“Grill or no?” he asked, smiling easily.

--

“No. Fucking. Way.”

“Yes way. There was a very fortunate cancellation and I managed to snap it up.” Axel laughed over the phone to one very stunned songstress who was currently in Traverse Town. Sakura wasn’t having a great time in Traverse Town; the recording had gotten off to a bad start with an equipment malfunction and they were going to have to work doubly hard to lay down the tracks before the weekend was over.

“No, not that you got a reservation. Well, okay, sort of that. Restaurants don’t work that way- you did something, didn’t you? I swear, if I get home to find out that you hurt Roxas, I’ll… shit, gotta go, Marluxia’s coming back. Just think of the most painful thing you can. You got that?”

“I got it.” Axel winced.

“I’ll do that. Later!” Sakura almost chirped as she ended the call, leaving Axel with the dial tone buzzing in his ears. Why did everyone seem to think he was out to hurt Roxas?

Wait, he had a contract for his life. That (though they didn’t know about it) was probably a pretty good reason. But still!

Axel wouldn’t admit it, but in the short time he’d been around him, he’d grown attached to the little blond firecracker. He could admit it now, he saw echoes of himself there… and he hated the thought of the day he would have to take him from his friends…

That would be a funeral that would be a bitch to attend, as would be expected of a friend of his. Sakura would likely castrate him… she was intuitive enough, she probably already knew of the arrangement. And it was highly likely she was put there to watch over Roxas and just didn’t know. Liaisons didn’t always know what they were, really. Just then the shower cut off. “Finally! Leave any hot water for me?” Axel teased. Roxas just stuck his head out the door and glared, those blond spikes still in the gravity defying style.

“Bite me.” He decreed and ducked back into the bathroom before Axel could quip ‘wherever you want, master’. After another hour and a few miffed shouts that they were going to be late, Axel decreed himself ready and the two left.

--

“Shit yes! Booze!” Axel grinned, flipping out an ID for the waiter and ordering some sake. Roxas quirked an eyebrow, wondering why he had motioned ‘two’ instead of one… but who was he to argue? Meant less botheration by the waiter for him. “Barbeque is meant to be eaten with good booze, not a soda, Rox.” He admonished when Roxas had the audacity to ask why he hadn’t let him order a cola.

“Oh, and I suppose you, in all your centuries of fine dining in hell, would be an expert on this?” Roxas quipped sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact I would.” Axel scoffed. The table threatened silence until Roxas decided to break it.

“So… why the hell are you a soul trapper or whatever anyway?”

“It keeps me from really going to hell. Torture is not my idea of fun. This way I get benefits. Plus… I kind of have a mission I have to fulfill before I can go on my merry way of dying. You really don’t wanna know.” Before Roxas could press any further, the food had arrived. Roxas warily eyed the bottle of sake in front of him, until Axel poured a little into the shallow dish that it had come with.

“Good grief, you act like it’s poison or something!”

“For the liver it is…” Roxas muttered but tried the clear liquid anyway. As he drained it, a warmth spread over his face and he decided something.

Axel was right about barbeque being meant to be eaten with good alcohol.

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“And so then I say to him, get this, ‘who do you think you are, the ruler of hell?’ and he says ‘why yes I am’.” Axel was sloshed. Purely. Simply. Sloshed. And Roxas thought he was funnier for it. The two had left the restaurant and decided to walk around for a while, not wanting to get caught absolutely shit-faced by the RA- Seifer had had it out for Roxas since day one, and not getting caught drunk by someone he’d gone to high school with ranked pretty high in his book of things to do. His mother would die if she found out this was what he was doing.

Though he didn’t intend to make a habit of it, even if Axel was cuter when he was drunk.

“Say wha’, Roxy?” Oh shit, he hadn’t intended for that to be an outer voice. But it was too late now, Axel was advancing on him.

“’Cause you’re pretty cute yourself…” With eyes clouded by alcohol, Roxas saw bright green eyes, dimmed by the same thing as his own, descending half-lidded towards his own, and he felt the soft press of lips against his own. A soft tongue lapped at his lower lip, and Roxas submitted, opening his mouth to the inquisitive tongue. It wasn’t until he tasted the sake with an small underlying hint of something more fiery, something akin to brimstone, that Roxas snapped back to himself.

He was kissing Axel- a demon come to take his soul once he found someone to love- and he was DRUNK! It wasn’t quite sanity, it wasn’t quite sobriety, it wasn’t quite anything but perhaps shock that made him pull away, trying to stop the redhead as he trailed soft kisses up the side of his neck. “Axel… cut it out… we can’t do this…”

“Not on the street? I understand… back to the dorm we go!” he said cheerily. Before Roxas knew what was happening, they were in the dorm, and Axel was on him again. This time though, he seemed content to lie there… upon further inspection, Roxas saw that Axel was asleep… and decided that maybe he should sleep as well.

Though that wasn’t a half-bad kiss…Roxas mused as he fell asleep… this is going to make living together very awkward, especially if he forgets…