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Warnings: Axel is a giant pedo, lol. And one single, lonely bad word. Poor guy. Summary: AU. Axel/Roxas. He doesn't believe in ghosts, but that doesn't keep him from being haunted. Axel was the friend of a cousin of one of Roxas' brother's multitude of friends. Roxas met him when Sora (his brother) dragged the blond away from his video games to hang out. Sora was always trying to get Roxas to be friendlier and do brotherly things with him, something that Roxas hated. Most of the time he would brush his twin off, especially when Sora was going out with Riku, as the two of them had never gotten along. But Roxas was actually rather fond of Riku's cousin. Demyx was a couple years older than them, and was almost always babbling inanely about whatever was on his mind without seeming to care if anyone was paying attention to him. Roxas had naturally hated him at first. Then he'd found himself alone with the older boy, searching the town for Riku and Sora (who had wandered off alone as they always did). They'd run into Roxas' sworn enemy, Seifer, and the taller boy had promptly started making fun of Roxas for something the smaller boy was only starting to come to terms with about himself. He'd been more than happy to ignore Seifer, but Demyx had other ideas. The older blond had suddenly gone from his usual easygoing and childish self to something else. His eyes had narrowed, the friendly smile fading into a frightening scowl, and when he was done with Seifer the shocked boy had needed stitches. Demyx would later admit (in great detail, much to Roxas' annoyance) that he was actually a terrible fighter, but Roxas appreciated that he would risk getting his ass kicked for him, and thought that Demyx was just this side of dangerous, and so he opened himself to the other's friendly advances. And since Demyx was in town that day when Sora decided to bother him, Roxas had let Sora drag him around with minimal complaints. If he had known about the red-headed man ahead of time, he would probably have chained himself to his bed instead. Axel was eighteen to his thirteen, with fresh tattoos, a wicked grin, and a lighter in his pocket. When Roxas met him, he immediately felt small and inconsequential. It wasn't just that Axel was tall (which he was), but he had personality. He was confident, charming, friendly, dangerous. Just plain cool. And Roxas was a quiet preteen with eyes like ice. But then Axel grinned at him--him and not Sora, who everybody immediately loved--and he stood a little straighter as if to tell Axel that he was worthy of attention. Axel's grin turned into something more of a smirk and he winked at Roxas before he threw an arm around Demyx' shoulders and demanded to see the sights. Their unexpected friendship didn't really start until later that day, when the five of them sat at the top of Sunset Hill to watch the sun go down. Riku and Sora sat a small distance from where Roxas was sitting between Demyx and Axel. Demyx was sitting slightly to the side, humming contentedly to himself, but Axel was so close to Roxas that the younger boy could feel the heat from his body. Roxas was busy wondering how it was possible to feel so comfortable and so awkward at the same time when a hand fell heavily on his own and Axel leaned into his side, pressing their arms together and breathing in his ear. "I bet I can make you melt," Axel whispered, voice low and seductive. Roxas' heart was beating so fast he was afraid it would burst, and he couldn't quite stop his blush, but he knew a challenge when he heard one. "I'd like to see you try," he responded in his coldest voice, and turned his head to stare determinedly into Axel's eyes. Then he gulped nervously as Axel stared back with his cocky smirk, green eyes shining with something Roxas couldn't define. Axel shifted slightly and moved closer until their faces were an inch apart and Roxas could smell the cinnamon gum he'd been chewing most of the day. The blond was frozen in uncertainty, wondering what he was supposed to be doing as Axel's other hand, the one not already on his own, rose to cup his chin. "Axel, what the hell are you doing?" Demyx' angry voice broke the spell and Roxas jerked his head back, flushing brightly. Axel grinned lazily up at his friend. "Winning," he said simply. "Axel, he's thirteen," Demyx snarled. "That's illegal! And I'm not just going to sit here and let you play with him. He's my friend, and he doesn't need you to--" "Who said I was playing?" Axel hissed back, and Roxas was startled to see a pink tinge on his cheeks. "I'm not allowed to be interested in someone? Anyway, it's not like he was complaining." "Axel," Demyx said uncertainly, but Axel had waved him off irritably and moved an acceptable distance to the side already, leaving nothing more to be said. Roxas would never forget how cold he'd felt afterwards.  Chapter Three
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