Me: Hey everyone, I'm trying something new with this fic. I suddenly got hit with the wrecking ball of creativity while listening to Savage Garden and am writing a story that goes over the same event twice a chapter, just from different people's perspectives.

Mims: I know you were supposed to be working on your Akuroku in Wonderland story but this was too good of an opportunity to let go.

Me: I don't mind, you just could have given me some warning before hitting me in the head.

Mims: No then you would have ducked.

Me: Oh well. So this story centers around Axel and his pyromaniac ways. I went with the whole 'meet me in the next life' format so it's an AU. First chapter is just setting everything up so it's not really an M right now but trust me it gets there pretty quick. If you know my writing then you should know I don't write anything but M, I'm just a twisted person who needs some release and this is the safest way.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that I mention, as much as I wish I do I will never own them, or profit off of them.

Warning: this chapter contains fire, glorious fire (I'm an inner pyro myself), and two clueless boys

Pairings: Akuroku

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Axel sat in the back of the police car waiting for his brother to talk the police out of arresting him…again. He didn't see what the big deal was it was only a small fire after all, and no one got hurt. And it had been on his family's property, that wasn't illegal. If the neighbors hadn't seen smoke or at the very least minded their own business then Axel wouldn't be in this situation.

Sighing Axel looked out the window to where Reno stood next to the slightly charred mailbox, really there wasn't that much damage. From what Axel could see his brother wasn't winning the argument of not pressing charges. He could practically see the moment that Reno lost and the police were obviously getting pissed off. They must get called out once a week and were not pleased that Axel had broken another law.

When the cops turned away from him Reno held up his hands in some sort of apology. Axel just shrugged; he didn't really expect the other redhead to win his argument after all. Reno always went and said something stupid, like calling the cops donut eating morons for instance. A bad temper ran in the family as well as a violent streak. Axel couldn't help it if that manifested itself into pyromania in him, and he certainly couldn't control it; he liked fire way to much too even try.

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Axel stood outside a plain wooden door, scowling so hard that people walking down the hall pressed themselves against the wall while passing him in order to avoid his wrath. The spiky haired pyro had gotten off easy this time, no community service for him. No, he had to go to therapy and get treatment for his issues. The redhead didn't have issue, society did!

"You know staring at the door won't make it open." A voice called from inside the office.

Scowling even harder Axel finally opened the door only to stop dead, his expression completely blank. He had never seen anyone so breathe taking as the blond who stood in front of him. He was a little younger than Axel, maybe 24 years old, with the most enthralling blue eyes in the world, like two endless oceans placed into an angel's face. His blond hair was short and stuck out at weird angles, making him look like he had just gotten out of bed. His plump pink lips were stretched in a welcoming smile and he held a small hand out to Axel expectantly.

"You must be Mr. Hojo." His voice was like music to the redhead's ears. Dumbly Axel nodded and took the out stretched hand. The blond continued as his smile widened slightly, "I'm Doctor Strife, but you can call me Roxas."

"Um, hi." Axel had never been at such a loss for words before. This was his doctor? Well therapy didn't seem so bad all of a sudden; in fact he may need extra sessions. Roxas shifted slightly under Axel gazed and he realized that he was staring at the beautiful blond. Clearing his throat Axel dropped Roxas's hand and looked around the small office. There was a small bookshelf filled with self help books, two couches, a small desk with multiple stacks of paper, but most impressively there were four degrees on the wall. "How old are you?" Axel asked, there was no way someone so young looking could have four degrees already.

"Oh I'm 23." Roxas followed Axel's gaze to the degrees and he smiled brightly, "I got my degrees when I was really young. I started college at 12 so it's not that big a deal." Pretty and smart, Axel thought absently. "So Mr. Hojo please have a seat."

Axel scowled slightly, "It's Axel, A-X-E-L, got it memorized."

"Alright Axel please have a seat so we can start." Roxas continued to smile even if it wilted a bit.

Axel did what he was told and mentally cursed himself for snapping at the cute blond. Stupid Axel! Why do you always do that? You find someone you like and then insult them or yell at them. No wonder you're alone! The redhead was so caught up in berating himself he didn't even realize that Roxas had said something to him. "Um, what was that?"

"I said I read your case file and I think that this is actually a really simple case of pyromania. We can probably treat you fairly easily and turn you into a productive member of society in no time."

"Well I don't want to be a productive member of society, society sucks. Besides I like fire." Axel glared at the blond.

"I'm not saying that you have to like society. In fact very few people do, you just have to be able to exist within it and its perimeters. As long as you are able to exist along with the rest of the world then I can sign off on your case and you can go on your merry way." Roxas dropped the smile becoming very serious and looking somewhat older, "Also I have no intention of trying to get you to not like fire, that is simply unreasonable. The kind of therapy that I am going to have you go through is meant to redirect your behavior. We are going to focus on making you less of a threat by teaching you different ways to express yourself. Depending on the severity of your condition will depend on how we do so."

"I thought you said my case was simple." Axel leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.

"It is, you have demonstrated nonviolent tendencies by not lighting anything on fire where someone could be directly injured. That's more than can be said about most people who get sent to me."

The rest of the hour was spent with Roxas asking some stupid question and Axel glaring at the blond.

"How did your parents treat you as a child?"

Like shit! "Fine."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Two brothers."

"How was your school life growing up?"

I was a bully dip-shit. "Fine."

"What do you see in this picture?"

"Ink." It just doesn't end does it? I mean blah, blah, blah, who cares!

Finally Roxas sighed and looked at the clock. "Well Axel it seems that we are out of time. Here's my card with my emergency contacts on it." He handed the redhead a small business card, "If you feel the urge to light something on fire call me immediately. Remember that if you get arrested again without first calling me then you will go to jail."

"Thanks." Axel said bluntly. You wouldn't be able to tell from looking at him but he was cheering on the inside. I got his number even after being an asshole! Sure it's for work but I got it! He snapped out of his inner victory dance when Roxas held the door open for him. Walking past the blond Axel didn't say goodbye, he didn't trust his voice not to betray him at this point.

Reno was waiting for him in the parking lot when he got out of the building. Silently Axel slipped into the passenger seat and they took off. Reno kept looking at his little brother out of the corner of his eye until finally Axel yelled at him. "WHAT?"

"You seem happy." Reno didn't take his eyes off the road as he spoke, "I would have thought that you'd be pissed off after having to go to court ordered therapy."

"Reno," Axel smiled openly now, "My doctor is soooo hot! He's blond with blue eyes like the ocean. Oh and he's smart too! He's only 23 and he has four degrees on his wall. When I asked he said he went to college at 12. And he gave me his number!"

Reno smiled at his brother's rambled explanation. "So you weren't a total jack ass like usual?"

"No I was but I got a number!"

"Why would he give you his number is you were an ass to him?"

"Well… technically it's his work number and I'm only supposed to call him if I get the urge to burn things. Still he gave me A number, that's better than nothing."

"Axel."

"Yeah?"

"You're really an idiot aren't you?"

"Shut up and drive taser head. You don't need to go and ruin my high."

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, both redheads glaring at the road in front of them.

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Roxas opened the new case report in front of him and began to idly read through it. Great, another pyromaniac. Well at least this one isn't so bad, he hasn't actually caused any real damage or hurt anyone. Still look at that record, he's only 28 and yet he's been arrested nearly 15 times. I'd hate to see his juvenile record.

Roxas glanced up at the clock; Mr. Hojo should have been here by now. There was a soft vibrating sound and Roxas snatched his cell phone up off the desk and flipped it open. Reading the text he couldn't help but smile. "Your psycho is outside your door. He's starting to scare people." Moving to stand in front of the door Roxas cleared his throat before calling, "You know staring at the door won't make it open."

The door finally opened and Roxas felt his breath catch in his throat. Mr. Hojo was stunning. He had long red hair done up in spikes, penetrating emerald eyes, flawless pale skin, and two tear drop tattoos, one under each eye. Oh god Roxas you're staring! Say something damn it! Holding up his hand he made sure that his smile never faltered. "You must be Mr. Hojo." Mr. Hojo nodded, his face completely blank, and reached out to take Roxas's hand. Wow, what a grip. Smiling wider Roxas continued, "I'm Doctor Strife, but you can call me Roxas."

"Um, hi." Mr. Hojo mumbled, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. And he was staring at Roxas! Oh dear lord look at those eyes! I could just get lost in them for days. Shifting under the intensity of those emerald orbs Roxas tried to seem less threatening; he knew that this was not a situation that most people liked to be in. Axel seemed to snap back to reality, where he had gone was anyone's guess, and dropped Roxas's hand as if he had been burned. The redhead cleared his throat and started to look around the office. Great Roxas, you scared him. Way to go! Wait, don't think of him like that, he's a patient not a prospective date!

"How old are you?" Axel asked suddenly.

"Oh I'm 23." Roxas was slightly startled as he came out of his own thoughts. Following Axel's gaze he couldn't stop from feeling slightly proud, "I got my degrees when I was really young. I started college at 12 so it's not that big a deal." Roxas motioned towards the couches, "So Mr. Hojo please have a seat."

"It's Axel, A-X-E-L, got it memorized." The redhead scowled at Roxas.

Roxas couldn't stop his smile from faltering slightly at the obvious displeasure in the redhead's voice. "Alright Axel please have a seat so we can start."

Axel sat and stared at the ground, a frown across his face. He obviously didn't want to be here and even ignored Roxas when he spoke up. "So I've read your case and it's really not that bad. I'm sure it can be easily treated." Way to sound smart Roxas, talk like a doctor damn it!

"Um, what was that?" Axel looked up in confusion.

Oh thank god he didn't hear my dumb explanation. "I said I read your case file and I think that this is actually a really simple case of pyromania. We can probably treat you fairly easily and turn you into a productive member of society in no time." That sounded better, well less stupid anyway.

Instead of the usual blank nod, Roxas received a death glare. "Well I don't want to be a productive member of society, society sucks. Besides I like fire."

"I'm not saying that you have to like society." Roxas quickly back tracked, "In fact very few people do, you just have to be able to exist within it and its perimeters. As long as you are able to exist along with the rest of the world then I can sign off on your case and you can go on your merry way." Roxas couldn't smile at the redhead any longer; he obviously didn't like him in the least so why try anymore. "Also I have no intention of trying to get you to not like fire, that is simply unreasonable. The kind of therapy that I am going to have you go through is meant to redirect your behavior. We are going to focus on making you less of a threat by teaching you different ways to express yourself. Depending on the severity of your condition will depend on how we do so."

"I thought you said my case was simple." Axel leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, irritation evident in his posture.

Roxas tried to switch into pure doctor mode. "It is, you have demonstrated nonviolent tendencies by not lighting anything on fire where someone could be directly injured. That's more than can be said about most people who get went to me."

Roxas spent the rest of the appointment trying not to pull his hair out. Every analytical question he threw at Axel to try and get a better profile of him was thrown back in his face. Plus the redhead wouldn't stop glaring, as if this was some sort of heinous intrusion on his personal space instead of protocol.

"How did your parents treat you as a child?"

"Fine."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Two brothers."

"How was your school life growing up?"

"Fine."

React damn it! In desperation Roxas grabbed an ink blot. "What do you see in this picture?"

"Ink."

Don't scream Roxas, don't scream. Give him time to open up, that's all he needs. Sighing Roxas looked at the clock to see how much torture he had to endure, silently rejoicing when he saw their hour was up. "Well Axel it seems that we are out of time." An idea suddenly struck Roxas. "Here's my card with my emergency contacts on it. If you feel the urge to light something on fire call me immediately. Remember that if you get arrested again without first calling me then you will go to jail."

"Thanks." Axel muttered and stuffed the business card in his pocket. His face completely black Axel walked past Roxas without so much as a goodbye. Pushing his irritation aside Roxas closed the door to his office and sat down at his desk to try and get some work done.

"Ug, what were you thinking? Why did you give him your number?" Roxas slammed his head down on his desk.

"You gave someone your number?" Roxas lifted his head slightly at the comment. Two men stood in front of him, each with hair as unruly as his own. One was blond like himself, the other a brunette. The blond was a few years older than Roxas while the brunette the same age. Both had the same blue eyes that Roxas did but he more closely resembled the brunette.

"Cloud, I do not need you to tease me right now so why don't you and Sora go and find your boyfriends and leave me the hell alone." Roxas put his head back down.

"But I wouldn't be a very good big brother if I did that." The blond smirked.

"Yeah and I wouldn't be the annoying twin if I didn't make fun of you." The brunette chirped as he began to bounce around the office like a small child who had to much sugar.

"So tell big brother Cloud what happened." The blond sat on the couch, much calmer and more poised than Sora who was going through the book shelf.

"I gave my card to a patient. I can't believe I did that! I mean it's way out of line and borderline unethical." Roxas didn't bother to raise his head, "Still he was gorgeous."

"Bad doctor!" Sora smacked Roxas on the back of the head, "You are not aloud to fantasize about patients!"

"Get out of my office and leave me to wallow in my own guilt." Roxas pointed at the door.

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Me: So what does everyone think? I love my feedback even if it's a flame.

Mims: It's true, she takes it all in stride. It's almost like she worships you people.

Me: That's because I do. The readers are my god, well not technically but they are really close. The reviewers are my real god. I have a little tradition of not putting in a second chapter without five reviews to continue so that stays fast here. I'm a college student and can't waste my time on something that no one likes after all.