Disclaimer: Even if I was rich, and was able to afford to buy Kingdom Hearts, Square Enix wouldn't be so dumb as to sell it to me. So, last time I checked, I don't own it.
A/N: Yes, this is me starting my third multi-chaptered fic. Am I dumb? Quite possibly. Either way, I was trying to finish the next chapters for BLP and HTLAS and I found that I couldn't. I'm tired of writing mostly drama, and depressing things, so I decided to start this story. This is fun, and humorous, although you might not find it that funny- I suck at writing humor. I will finish the next chapters of BLP and HTLAS, so don't fret.
Dedication: This is for 13loves8loves9loves6 'cause her name totally inspired this fic, if the summary didn't clue you in.
Warnings: Uh... there might be a mild lemon in later chapters (there won't be many- ten or so, probably) but I haven't fully decided yet. Right now, this'll stay at teen until I decide to put a lemon in or not. Then it will go up to mature if I decide to do so.
I really wanted to do a sarcastic!Roxas, so please don't see past that.
Pairings: AkuRoku, Zemyx, RiSo, unrequited AkuDemy (I know, I felt weird writing it, but it'll never actually happen), unrequited SoraKairi (to some degree), and even some unrequited RiSo in the beginning. You'll see.
Chapter One: Just another Typical Day
I really and truly hate mornings.
If the above statement hasn't already informed you that I'm not a morning person, I'll just say this- I'm not a morning person.
Me being a morning person is like saying that Sora is an emo with tendencies towards suicide- completely false and so untrue that it would make your mother cry for the lies you've been spouting.
Yeah… I'm not a morning person. I hate mornings- everything about them. I believe that if I could spend my life not waking up before noon, then I would be one happy person indeed.
As it is, I have to wake up at five in the morning, to my (note, older) brother jumping on me, and acting as my alarm clock. How's it that anybody can have that much stamina in the morning? Doesn't he run himself ragged, expending that much energy? It's a phenomenon to me, and one that I will probably never be able to answer.
But, back to the point that I'm trying to make: I hate mornings. Well and truly hate them. Waking up while it's still dark outside, only to realize that I have to get up and go to school does not help morning's case, either.
So, naturally, I'm in a bad mood when I get to school, because my day's already gone to hell in a hand basket, so what's a little more shit when it piles up?
Then, I see him. And it's as though waking up before the sun rises doesn't matter. Because this guy is absolutely hot enough that makes getting up (oh, the pun that I could use right now) completely worth it.
Oh, just looking at him is enough to make me salivate- I'm like a rabid dog in heat whenever I get near enough to him to see those eyes, or those tattoos- and you know that whole 'hot' statement I said earlier- yeah, I kinda meant it literally. The guy's got this hair (oh, I would love to find out if the carpet matches the draperies, if you get what I mean) that almost looks like its on fire. I mean- this hair is so red, that it looks like the guy's got fire on top of his head. And if he's a natural, oh…. Like I said… I'm a rabid dog in heat.
Even though I'm practically jumping up and down 'cause I'm so close to this guy, I've still got my surly 'I'm-Angry-Enough-To-Rip-Your-Intestines-Out-And-Eat-Them… And-Enjoy-It' face on, so, of course, everyone's avoiding me- even my brother.
Then again, Sora is smart enough to know when to leave me alone, and this is one of those days. You see, the reason for my surly expression is not because it's the morning (although that really doesn't help), but rather because the apple of my eye, the light of my life, the reason for my wet dreams (I could go on forever, but let's move forward in the story, shall we?) isn't looking in my direction. In fact, the guy doesn't even know I exist.
Yeah, Sora is smart enough to have realized that when I see the guy of my dreams staring after another guy, I'm not going to be happy.
That stupid Demyx: he's gonna take Axel away from me (completely disregarding the fact that Axel Edan is not technically mine, or anywhere close to being mine).
Okay, I don't really have anything against Demyx Mizu- as far as blonds' go, he's a pretty cool guy. But Axel Edan is interested in him, and he's the only one that doesn't get that. And I want Axel to be mine.
God, I sound like a whiny little teenager, don't I?
Well, tough- this is my story, and I'll sound however I want to be.
This shows how desperate I am to get laid- I'm talking to myself about how much I like Axel, and how much I want to shoot Demyx at a close range. I've got to get a life.
But my life is walking away from me, and I'm about this close (can't you see my fingers in that proverbial pinched look that denotes exactly how close I am to losing it? Well poo, too bad) to jumping on him, and yelling out my undying love (and lust- can't forget the lust) for the entire hallway to hear.
I'm losing it.
Oh, I haven't introduced myself, have I? Then again, if you haven't figured out who I am, you're all dumb. I am Roxas Kiran. That's Ro-xas. Not Rucksack. You wouldn't believe how many teachers actually do that the first day of school. It can get incredibly annoying.
Anyway- Roxas Kiran. I'm blond (so why am I knocking a fellow blondie? We should stick together, right? Not when he's stealing Axel), got blue eyes (according to my mother, they're like ice crystals- I don't listen to my mother), and am incredibly short (abnormally short for a guy. And it's not because I didn't eat my vegetables and drank milk when I was young, either!). I'm so short that people believe that I'm lost and should be at the elementary school next door.
It's humiliating. I'm only 5'3'', but what would you care about that? I swear, I'm this close (there's those phantom fingers again) to gaining a growth spurt and shooting up like a rocket.
Anyway, introductions are over, and now I'm gettin' back to my story.
Sora knew to stay away, but I would just like to say that my brother is not a coward. He just knows when to retreat. Now's a time to retreat.
So, when I walk into my high school (Twilight Preparatory Academic Accolade- Yeah, doesn't make much sense, does it? Our founding principle was absolutely nuts, I swear. He really liked the word 'accolade' even though it doesn't really have anything to do with our school), I was all set to spend the day staring at the source of my perpetual wet dreams (covertly, of course), when what do I find but the guy staring at someone else!
Therefore, the reason for my 'I-Eat-Gerbils-And-Spit-Them-Back-Out' face, and the reason why my older (by eleven months) brother backed away from me slowly, and then left the school. Probably feared that I would spontaneously combust- my face was getting really red.
My day went to hell in a handcart.
Have I mentioned that I really hate mornings?
The name's Axel. A-X-E-L. Yes, I know how dumb it is to spell it out, but I figure if I spell it out for you now, you won't misspell it as Axle, later. Damn it, I'm not a car part. (1)
I am Axel Edan- genuine bonified pyro (I don't get A's in Chemistry for nothing), senior at this crappy high school, and completely over the moon for one Demyx Mizu.
Not that the ditzy blond would ever notice my affections. No offense to Demyx, 'cause I'm seriously infatuated (God, I hate that word, but what else can I say?) with the guy, but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Oh, sure, he has book smarts (although not as much as that creepy blue-haired kid, Zexion) but what he makes up for in book smarts, he more than lacks in common sense.
In all actuality, it's part of his charm.
The guy wouldn't notice a dancing leprechaun in a pink tutu if it came right up to him and smacked him on the ass.
Anyway, enough about Demyx. I'm not talking about him for the rest of my life- no, this is about me.
Okay, so it deals with Demyx, but still- it's about me.
You see, due to Demyx's previously discussed lack of common sense, he doesn't know that I like him. In fact, as far as he's concerned, we're just classmates who talk to each other because there isn't anything else to do while wiling away the time until the school bell rings.
Yeah, if you haven't noticed already, I kinda want to be more than just 'acquaintances' with him.
So, because of this inability to see that I'm kinda gaga (another really bad, feminine word) over him, I have a problem.
You see, I don't know if Demyx is gay, and I can't exactly walk up to him and tell him how badly I want to be with him.
God, the more I talk about it, the sappier I sound.
Doesn't fit with my tough, bad boy image, now does it?
I swear, I feel like slapping myself over the head, 'cause there's nothing about Demyx that really warrants how I feel. He's turning me into a girl, and dammit, I don't want to be the girl in our relationship.
Hahaha, oh, wow, I crack myself up. Relationship. Yeah, right! We don't have one! We probably will never have one!
Dammit, I've got to get a hold of myself. This is not good for my image.
I walk up the steps to my high school (that's the host of the dumbest name ever, but I won't tell you what it is, 'cause I'm ashamed enough as it is) and pass by this really short (then again, I'm kinda tall, so they all look really short to me- 6'2'', baby) blond guy (looks kinda like a freshman, but I really can't tell- after a while, they all look to be really young) who looks like he could eat a kitten and enjoy it. He's really angry looking, and I'm wondering if it's just because its morning, we're in school, and it's the start of a new school year. Either way, I skirt around him, just like all the other people around him, and then I move past him, and forget about him.
Why do I forget about the freakily angry blond? 'Cause there's another blond in my sight, and I'm too distracted to care about someone I don't know.
I feel really dumb going all googly-eyed over a boy that barely even knows I exist, but I just can't help it. I have to do something. But I just don't know what.
Rather than going to my locker and getting my books for my first (and my favorite) period class, I follow Demyx. You're probably wondering if this is a daily occurrence or something. Yeah, it's not a tradition of mine, considering that I've only realized that I like Demyx about two weeks before school ended last year, back when he was a sophomore and I was a junior. So, no, it's not a daily occurrence. But I just want to see him some more, and screw the fact that the bell for first period is gonna ring in five minutes. I want to see where he's goin', 'cause Demyx is actually studious, and usually goes to his classes when he gets to school.
Yeah, the library isn't where his class is going, 'cause it's the second fricken' day of school, and we're not doing anything in first period (yeah, we have the first class together- imagine how happy I was yesterday when I found out. I was practically jumping for joy) that warrants going to the library. Why would we, considering that it's a Chemistry class?
So, even though Demyx is a serious student, he has no reason to go to the library this early in the school year. So, I follow him inside.
And suddenly, I'm seeing red.
No, really- I see red.
The red-auburn hair of one Kairi Coventina filled my vision and I had to back up to uncross my eyes. I know that my hair is red like WHOA, but hers is red hair like WOW.
And if you don't get that, too fuckin' bad for you.
Don't let the different last names fool you- Kairi and I are cousins, so, of course, we know each other, even though she's a junior and we have never had classes together.
"Axel, what are you doing in the library? You shouldn't have any reason to step foot in here for at least another week?"
I bristled. "What- I can't have an interest in checking out a book as a recreational read?"
Kairi looked thoughtful then opened her mouth. I really wish she hadn't. "Considering that you're not exactly the type to open a book until you're forced to for school, yeah, it's a little unusual for you to 'have an interest in checking out a book as a recreational read'."
I looked down my nose at her, then pushed her out of my way. "So what if I'm not here for books? I have a reason, and you're blocking me from it. Now, go away, Kairi."
Kairi snorted and rolled her eyes. "Who's the new boy toy?"
I snarled, "That's none of your business, Coventina, now shut up and leave me the fuck alone."
She smiled. "I love you, too, Axel, even if you are a dick to me. Alright, I'll let you get back to your scoping out of the new victim. Talk to ya later, all right?"
I was distracted, having seen Demyx again, with a book in hand, going up to check it out. "Yeah, yeah, go away, Kairi."
I don't know what she did, because I left her side and went closer to the checkout counter.
And then, I was seeing that figurative red that denotes anger.
Demyx was talking to that creepy blue-haired kid, Zexion, laughing and chatting with him (although Zexion isn't doing much in the way of responding).
And, by the way he was leaning towards Zexion (stupid guy, checking out Demyx's stupid book), I could tell that he was definitely interested.
Although I've know figured out that Demyx was gay, I am not at all happy.
Because this means that Demyx has no interest in me, probably doesn't really know that I exist, or that I'm gay (although I've definitely been called a player in school- I've never actually done it, though, if you're wondering), and that I've got a huge (God, I don't want to say it) crush (cringe, kill me now) on him.
Suddenly, I don't feel so good anymore.
Okay, no one can call me the brightest crayon in the box, but even I'm not that dumb.
Sure, I don't know everything under the sun, and I lack 'street smarts', but I can figure out when I've got a crush on someone.
I think about him (yeah, I'm gay- don't say anything) all the time, I start to stare at him in the hallways, and then I eventually memorize their schedule.
So, even though I'm not the smartest, I'm able to figure out some things.
I'm able to figure out that I'm completely fascinated by one Zexion Zalman, resident bookworm, and the guy who works in the library at our school. Not that he gets paid or anything. He just really likes books.
I'm able to figure out that, after only one day of really knowing him (we have English together, and that's how I officially met him, just yesterday), I've got this teensy-weensy crush on him.
I'm able to figure out that me showing up this morning to the library and grabbing a random book, just so I can go up to him and strike up a conversation, means that I'm kinda into him.
So, yeah, I'm pretty much oblivious to everything else, but that's just my choice.
I am not, under any circumstances, oblivious to the fact that one Zexion Zalman makes me squirm (even though he doesn't really do anything to warrant that reaction) and want to jump him.
Okay, so I've got problems. Who doesn't? The fact of the matter remains that I'm interested in him, and, when I'm interested in something, I'm like a tenacious bear after honey- I stick to it till I find out what exactly makes me interested.
So, it's the second day of my junior year of high school (although I go to an Academy, so I can't really call it high school, although I do) and I'm entering the library (which I don't go into unless for class; I'm more interested in music than books), grabbing a book, not even looking at the title, and walking up to the checkout counter where Zexion is sitting, looking incredibly bored, even though he's reading a book. Then again, Zexion looks bored doing pretty much anything. He has, like, one expression, and that's boredom. Fascinating.
Why am I doing this? Because I want to talk to the object of my interest and the guy isn't exactly that easy to talk to when you don't have any actual common interests with him.
In fact, if Zexion says more than ten words to someone in any given day, it'd be a miracle.
So, why am I interested? Hell, I don't even know, and that's why I'm doing this.
Because, ever since I met Zexion and actually talked to him yesterday, I haven't been able to get him out of my mind.
And that's the first sign that I'm getting into someone.
For the life of me, I don't know why I'm interested.
I mean, he doesn't talk. At least- not to anyone in school. All he said to me yesterday was 'hello, I'm Zexion, and we're partnering for this dumb break-the-ice exercise'. When answering my questions for that exercise, he gave one or two word liners, and nothing more, while I talked enough for the both of us.
You see, I like to talk (I can't stand silence, unless in certain circumstances), but even I don't talk that much. He made me nervous, because his one eye (he has this fringe that covers his right eye) was steadily boring into me the entire time we were doing that stupid '20 questions' game. He hardly blinked, I swear.
So, I walk up to him, and I place the book on the counter, gulp and clear my throat, trying to catch his attention. It doesn't work. I clear my throat louder, but he's so engrossed in his book that he doesn't catch that I'm trying to get his attention. I huff, and start to tap my nails on the counter. It still doesn't work. Guess I'll have to go for Plan C.
Okay, so I probably should have said that to begin with, and made that my Plan A, but like I said earlier, I'm not that smart.
Either way, it still doesn't work. Man, the guy must be really good at blocking out outer noises, or else he's ignoring me, which doesn't put me in a good mood.
"Hel-lo? Anybody in there?" He still won't look up, so I resort to Plan D.
I poke him.
Probably not the smartest thing to do, but hey, at least it worked like nothing else had. And wow, for someone so scrawny looking, he's got some lean muscles under that bicep. Ooh, makes me wanna wrap my hand around and squeeze. Okay, that was off topic, but damn, his bicep makes me drool.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you wish to check out?"
Oh, the guy's got a bit an old cultured vocabulary. Seriously, who say's 'wish' anymore in that context? Still, my somewhat dirty mind takes his words out of context, and I think to myself that I most definitely want to check something out.
I'm not usually that bad, I promise. But there's just something about Zexion that brings out the dirty pervert in me. Honestly, I don't really think it's that bad a thing.
I smile brightly ('cause my mom says that my main great quality is my smile- aren't mom's great? They're awesome at loving you, even if you look kinda like Quasimodo. He's this really weird senior who's totally infatuated with this girl, Esmeralda. He's really ugly, but he's got the kind of face that only a mother could love. He's a good guy, though, and he's got a heart of gold) and say, "Yeah, I have to check this book out for an assignment."
He nods, hops down from his stool behind the counter (he's kinda short, although not as short as Sora's brother, Roxas- those two are some short dudes), and goes over to the computer.
"Demyx Mizu," I pause, and then smile, "although I'm somewhat affronted that you don't remember my name from yesterday."
At this he looked up from the computer- what was he looking in there for, anyway- and stared at me. "Ah, yes, I remember you. From English class," he said, and turned back to typing on the keyboard.
Okay, so I wasn't really angry that he didn't remember my name, but I was kinda surprised at his lack of talking to me. I mean, I'd done a great opener there, hadn't I? Wouldn't this usually lead to conversation between us, possibly to do about English and that crappy assignment we were given yesterday?
I mean, I set the stupid conversation up, and he didn't take the bait!
This really shouldn't have surprised me so much. After all, Zexion isn't a talker, especially to people that he doesn't know, and I have to admit (much to my shame) that I don't know him, and he doesn't know me.
"Yeah, from English class. So, what'd you think about that assignment from yesterday? Kinda freaky that he wants us to start reading so soon. And Hamlet, no less. Gotta love that Hamlet."
Zexion bored his one eye into me again, grabbing the book, and glancing at the title (which caused me to finally look at it- 'Ancient Egyptian Culture- Mummification Practices'), then scanned it using this… thingy- what? I'm not the type to know what's used in a computer.
"Hamlet was a bastard who went nuts because of his dead father. What's there to love? I've never particularly enjoyed Shakespeare's work. Too… melodramatic."
Okay, so maybe I exaggerated about the amount of words Zexion says per day. But, seriously, he doesn't talk that much. And, ouch… I know I don't like Hamlet, but, wow, what a way to knock it down, huh?
"Have you… read the book before?"
"I read it when I was a freshman, for extra credit."
"Oh… okay." I feel really dumb. Completely dumb, because this guy isn't taking any of my conversation starters and running with it.
He finishes checking out my book, and hands it back to me. "I suppose I'll see you during English, huh?" I ask, grabbing my completely unnecessary book.
He looked at me then nodded. "Yes, I don't plan on going anywhere."
I nodded, blush almost making its way to my face before I turned around and high tailed it out of the library. I passed by Axel, this really suave redhead a year ahead of me, and stopped.
He looked… crushed.
"Axel… are you okay?"
He started, seeming to be surprised that I was talking to him.
"Um… yeah, yeah, I'm fine. And you?"
"Oh, I'm doing well, I guess." He wouldn't care about my love troubles, so why would I tell him? We're only classmate buddies, after all.
"Good, good, that's good. I'll… see you later, huh? During Chemistry, right?"
I looked at him. He was so… out of it. Like he'd just seen his dreams stomped on right in front of him. I'd never seen him like this. "Yeah. Are you sure you're alright?"
He looked at me, eyes somewhat dead. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll… be fine. It's just… school mornings really suck, ya know?"
I smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I totally get that. I'll see ya then."
He nodded again, and I moved on. Whatever was going on with him, it wasn't any of my business, and I certainly had no right to pry into the life of a person I don't even know. I just hope he gets better soon. Seeing cocky, brash, and happy Axel sad just doesn't… compute.
He, of all people, should be happy.
I really hate people. Okay, I really hate just about everything, but people are high on my List-Of-Things-To-Hate.
I don't know what it is about them, but people really piss me off. There's something so… moronic about them that just sets my teeth on edge.
Whenever I'm less than five feet from a person, I feel like I'm going to the dentist to get a root canal done. It's entirely too painful, and completely unnecessary.
People are dumb, and idiotic; they have no sense of propriety, no common sense, are too bubbly and happy, and they make my teeth hurt like I've injected pure sugar into them.
Therefore, because you are a person, and are therefore idiotic as well, I shall have to explain that I don't like being around people.
There are few exceptions to this rule, and those few exceptions are all in my family. My sister, Fuu, is one. My mother is another. I don't include my father in these exceptions, for my father is dead. Even if he wasn't buried under six feet of soil, he still wouldn't be an exception, for my father is part of the reason why I hate people. He showed me that people being moronic, and idiotic, die rather sooner than others.
In other words, my father jumped off a thirty story hotel building because he believed that 'it would be fun' and that he would perfectly safe, no never mind that his equipment was subpar and rusty.
If you haven't figured it out already, my father was a daredevil type, always looking for the next 'big thrill'. It's what eventually killed him- that, and a rope that wouldn't hold his weight because of its age. Let it be said now that my father was not a smart man.
Just like all the others on this godforsaken planet that we call Earth, although it should really be called 'Water' considering that most of the surface is covered in the liquid, instead of the wonderful terra firma that it is named after. Just goes to show that people really are that stupid.
Therefore, I hate school. Well, I don't hate school, per say, as much as I hate what inhabits the school.
Smelly, loud, happy, vivacious, sad, confused, smiling… people.
I'd rather be shot at close range than deal with people. There is nothing… rewarding, or satisfying, about dealing with people on a day to day basis, especially when I know that I'm smarter than all of them, even the teachers, and that I really shouldn't have to deal with these… sub-humans.
I feel like evolution has done an injustice to homo sapien sapiens, and that I and most of my remaining family are one of the few exceptions. Tifa is also included in these exceptions.
Now, some of you are probably wondering with that tiny little brain of yours (which you use only about ten percent of anyway) why I'm including Tifa, the special defense teacher, in with my exceptions.
Well, it's simple, really.
She doesn't let others bullshit her with crap, or take anything from anybody. She's not as cynical (or that's what she says I am) as me, but she doesn't let others ride rough shod over her.
However, I'm beginning to think I made a mistake (although they are very rare, I am, after all, only human, and I do make mistakes on occasion) in including her in this exception.
Once that blond boy with the weird hairstyle… mullet… Mohawk… I cannot find myself caring enough to decide what exactly it is, left, she (having been surreptitiously- i.e. blatantly- eavesdropping on our less than intelligent conversation) came up to me, and smiled, jumping up on the counter, and crossing her legs.
"I think you have an admirer, Zexion."
I would have rolled my eyes and snorted, if having done so was something that I would do. However, I'm above that and merely stared at her with my eye. The other one I hide from the world, not wanting others to see the scar from one of the few adventures that my father had convinced me to go on when I was younger and hadn't known better. It is small, and barely noticeable, and does not affect my ability to see, but it is my one concession to vanity, and something that I like to keep hidden. Don't comment on it.
"Admirer, Tifa? I think you have drunk too much coffee, once again. You're having hallucinations again. I highly doubt that that was what was happening, and even if it was, I'm not a homosexual." To be truthful, I've never really cared about finding out my sexuality, so I couldn't really say that I wasn't a homosexual, or heterosexual. I simply don't know. As I've said before, people annoy me, and finding something out like that would involve being near people, which just isn't worth my time.
"I don't know, Zexion, he seemed really interested in you. I mean, who would come into the library the second day of school, and check out a book on mummification?"
"I wouldn't know; perhaps he finds that sort of knowledge interesting. I can't blame him for that- the process of mummification is absolutely fascinating. I've even read that book."
Tifa just smiled, and shook her head. "You're in denial, Zexion. The guy's interested in you, and maybe he can see behind that façade you put up for everyone to see. I don't think you're as cold hearted as you say, and think you are, and perhaps he doesn't either."
"Tifa, I like you. I enjoy your company and I believe you to be highly intelligent. However, I think you're wrong on this count, and you need to mind your own business."
Her smile stayed firmly in place, too used to my verbalizing for it to have any true effect on her, and she weaved her hand through her long hair, flipping it behind her shoulder. "And I think you just want to deny what's right in front of your face. You can't handle the thought that someone might like you, because that means that you have to acknowledge that people actually notice you and may actually like you. At least in Demyx's case."
"Oh, is that his name? I'd quite forgotten."
Tifa stared, not believe me, although I was being perfectly honest. I really had forgotten his name. Why should I remember it, when he was nothing but a classmate, and a moronic one at that? After all, him trying to start up a conversation was pretty funny, if I do say so myself.
You might consider me to be a bastard, but I don't particularly care. I've learned over the years that people just aren't worth the time I would need to expend in order to figure out. Demyx is just another in a long line of people who are trying to quote unquote 'draw me out of my shell'. What shell?
"Zexion, you're a good boy- a bright individual who will go far, but if you don't let people in you're going to end up being lonely for the rest of your life."
"Tifa, its only high school; even if I cared about being alone for the rest of my life, I don't need to care now. I'm in the prime of my life."
Tifa just continued to smile, although it was much softer now, with a tinge of sadness mixed in. I could tell that she really cared. If only she'd understand that I don't like people, that I haven't liked people since I was four, and that I will probably never like people. I deal with them because there are billions of them on this planet, and I can't get away from them. They're everywhere.
"One day, you'll understand what I'm talking about." Is it just me, or is Tifa looking somewhat nostalgic? She hopped down from the counter, and waved goodbye to me, leaving the library, and leaving me alone.
Finally, some peace… no one around to bother me….
Why was I suddenly wishing for company?
I really love mornings.
I don't know what it is about them that I love so much, but I do like them. I love being able to wake up and watch the sun rise, mug of hot chocolate in my hands. I love being able to smell the dew that can only be smelled in the early morning, and see the new day begin.
There's just something about them that fills me with optimism, and hope. I suppose it's the fact that I know that, no matter what happens, the new day will come, and bring with it new hope, and fresh ideas.
So, yes, I like mornings.
My brother, Roxas, is about the complete opposite. He hates them, and cannot see what I do in them.
Therefore, due to Roxas' aversion to mornings, I have to forcibly get him up in the morning for school. I'm his alarm clock that he can't shut up, no matter how much he hits the snooze button. Great alarm clock, huh? I come fully warranted and everything. Okay, now I'm snickering. Sorry, there. I just really love mornings.
Anyway, Roxas hates mornings, and having to have his older (I'm proud of those eleven months) brother wake him up in the morning for school doesn't really give Roxas any real reason to smile in the mornings. Then again, he doesn't really smile in the afternoons, either, unless he's given sea salt ice cream. Personally, I don't know what he likes about that stuff. It's gross, but to each their own, right? Either way, Roxas never looks happy in the mornings.
However, he doesn't look this murderous in the mornings, usually. Although many people think that my brother is an angry, angst-ridden teenager, he's really not. He's just not the type to smile unless there's a reason for it. Me, I smile just because living is a reason to smile. Yeah, my brother thinks I'm a dork. However, more people like me because I'm more affable than he is. That just rubs him raw.
Again, Roxas doesn't usually look this angry in the morning. And, mixed in with the anger, is a definite sadness. I look in front of him, and see what's going on.
See, I'm Roxas' brother, and am the only one that knows of his unnatural obsession with Axel Edan. And, because of this, I'm also the only one that would understand that Roxas is angry right now because Axel is staring (and stalking) Demyx Mizu, a fellow junior that I know.
So, I back away from my brother slowly (I'm not a coward, I swear! I'm just smart), and run back outside. Seeing Roxas hurt, and angry, is not my cup of tea, and it in turn hurts me to see him this way, especially when he won't do anything about it. I don't want to see it.
I loiter outside, next to the big cherry blossom tree in the courtyard of our school, waiting until I'm sure that Roxas hasn't blown up and murdered anybody. When I'm one hundred percent positive that Roxas hasn't dismembered someone and ate them (I can't hear screams) I go back inside, and see that Roxas is slumped against someone's locker, defeat written all over him.
I move up to him, and slump down with him. I lay my head on his, spikes crushing spikes, and I just wait.
"He's never going to notice me, is he, Sora?"
I shrug, still not speaking. Roxas needs to get this out, and who am I to deny my brother?
"I just… don't know what to do. He's a senior, and I'm a sophomore. He'd never willingly look at me. And… he's got Demyx." I rub my head against his, hoping to comfort him.
"Well, I still can't help but stare at him. He's just so… well, you wouldn't understand, you heterosexual fiend."
I started to shake with laughter. This was the Roxas that I knew and loved. Having Roxas be insecure and emotional just wasn't the norm, and it scared me to see him like that. However, he was back to normal, and I was glad.
"Perhaps not, but I do understand wanting something that isn't going to ever be yours."
He shook his head, and I knew that he had a rueful smile on his face. "Kairi, right? Why don't you just talk to her? She'd probably say yes if you asked her out."
"Well, why don't you do that with Axel?"
"I might have one day… but not if he's interested in Demyx. I can't… get in the way of that. But Kairi is free, and I know she'd like you. Why don't you just try?"
I shrugged, uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. It's no secret that I like Kairi Coventina, but that I was too chicken to do anything about it. Perhaps Roxas and I are more alike than I thought. Brothers, after all.
I heard Roxas sigh, and felt his body rise with the exhalation of air. He pushed at me, and I lifted my head from his. He got up, and then turned around to me. He had a look of resolve on his face.
"I want you to go to Kairi, and talk to her. I may not have a chance with Axel, but you certainly have a chance with her." He extended his hand, and pulled me up. I smiled and hugged him, walking off.
I didn't go to Kairi, though, considering the fact that I didn't know where she was. No, I went to my best friend, Riku.
I wanted advice on this dilemma with Roxas, and who else to go to than the one person besides Roxas that I could talk about anything to?
So it was off to Riku I went, leaving my solemn brother behind.
A/N: So, tell me what ya think in a review. And this time, I swear I will answer within a day, instead of waiting a month. In fact, I'd do it tonight if it weren't for the fact that my hands are cramping from writing most of this today. So, tomorrow, I will answer, I promise.
Now, on to what the names mean.
Roxas and Sora Kiran: Kiran is Hindi and means 'Ray of Light'.
Axel Edan: Edan is Gaelic and means 'Full of Fire'.
Demyx Mizu: Mizu is Japanese and means 'Water'.
Zexion Zalman: Zalman is Hebrew and means 'Peaceful and Quiet'.
Riku Tynan: Tynan is Gaelic and means 'Dark'.
Kairi Coventina: Coventina is Celtic and means 'Water Goddess'.
If any more pop up, I'll explain them.
(1) I can't get it to go to the left alignment. It just won't do it, no matter how many times I've changed it. Deal with it.