Boom! It's me, bursting back into the fanfiction world and messing with my new favourite fandom.

I really am a fandom whore . A new one every month .. but oh well, i love all my fandoms to pieces ;D

So, incase you didn't already guess by the summary and characters, i'm totally in LOVE with AkuRoku -flails- Tehee :3

I'll admit that i'm guilty of starting fanfictions and never finishing them ; at current i have three others on the go : a Gakuen Alice one, a sequel to my One-shot, 'Frostbite' and another one that hasn't gotten past the stages of saving the word document yet xD

I really need to learn to finish what i start...

Anyway, enough of my rambling and pointless typing, onto the story!

A/N: Oh yeah, this might be a bit poorly written because I just wanted to get it out whilst I had the motivation to actually finish it. If you spot any major plot holes, spelling or grammar errors or have any suggestions, please PM me and help me reduce my fail-o-meter by 49%!

Oh, and if you think i totally screwed up Axel, then I agree with you and apologize xD

DISCLAIMER: Do i own Kingdom Hearts you ask? Simple answer: no. If i did , Demyx would never have died and Axel and Roxas would be forever ^^

Roxas felt awful.

His head felt like a family of hob-goblins had move in and started river dancing on his brain whilst wearing hobnailed boots, his body was continuously racked with violent shivers - despite the four extra blankets he had managed to snaffle from various store cupboards and other members' rooms – and his nose was oozing something that he didn't even like to think about. So yeah, overall, he felt pretty bad.

Reaching for yet another tissue from the box on his bedside table, and once again clearing his nasal passages temporarily, he collapsed back onto his bed and curled up into a ball.

I can destroy heartless with my eyes closed, but this stupid cold can reduce me to this! No! It isn't even a cold! It's the manifestation of pure evil that has decided to make my life even worse by attaching itself to me and watching me suffer! … Okay, maybe that was a little over the top, but still! We don't have hearts and can't feel emotions, yet we can still feel like crap! How does that even work?!

As Roxas argued with the voices in his head (I must be delirious, he reasoned) he gave a humourless smile – he still couldn't bring himself to accept the fact that none of them had hearts – it just didn't make sense. But, he had learnt that bringing up that matter wouldn't do any good – no one ever agreed with him. That, and Xemnas was terrifying when he decided to fly off the handle.

Putting his disagreements and unease with everyone else's' easy acceptance of them being doomed to this life, Roxas silently thanked whatever was up there for getting the Organization to let him have the day off – if he had had to go on a mission in this state, it would have killed him. Probably literally.

So he had resided, alone, in his blank room all day, wishing for some relief to this suffering. Closing his (probably puffy) eyes, he willed sleep to overtake him; last night he hadn't slept a wink thanks to his ailments ( he wasn't the only one who apparently hadn't done much sleeping, but he expected that they had enjoyed themselves a hell of a lot more than he had.)

The Gods were obviously not smiling down on the blonde teen when the metal door to his room was slammed open with a resounding bang that left his ears ringing.

"Roooooxxy!!!"

Roxas groaned quietly, burying his head back under the blankets – he loved the cheerful pyro and all, but right now, all he wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up feeling better.

Something that was extremely unlikely to happen with Axel around.

"Nnngh, what do you want, Axel?" An exhausted murmur drifted from the curled up ball that was Roxas.

"Well, I heard you were ill, and I thought you'd like some company after being alone all day! And who better to spend the time with than me?" Without waiting for any further invitation, Axel strode into the room and over to the small desk in the corner of the room. Peeking out from his quilt-cocoon, it was only then that Roxas noticed the bag that was hefted over Axel's right shoulder.

"Axel, what's in the bag?" His curiosity had gotten the better of him, even though he had learnt that when it came to Axel, it was probably best not to ask questions. It often leads to long and sometimes down-right strange explanations.

"Weellll… when I heard from Demyx that you'd been given the day off and that you were ill, I took it upon myself to come here and make my Roxy-bear feel better, and this bag is going to help me achieve that".

That was one of Axel's more normal responses. Huh.

"Axel, the best thing you can do to make me feel better is to let me get some sleep." Insisted Roxas (he had let the "Roxy-bear" slide… this time). Truth be told, he was only saying this out of habit more than anything else – Axel did what Axel wanted to do.

"But Roooxy, that's no fun! Are you telling me that you'd rather spend the day alone in this room than spend it with your best friend?"

"Yes Axel. That's exactly what I'm saying." Whoa, that came out blunter than I even intended it to…

Axel didn't falter though and launched straight back into trying to make Roxas feel better. "Guess what I brought."

Roxas' brow furrowed. "Axel, please, unless you have a cure for this… whatever it is, I don't think it'll help me any".

"Just guess."

"No"

"Guess"

"No"

"Go on, guess!"

Sighing in defeat, Roxas thought feebly for a second (it was all he could manage before the goblin-dancing resumed) before throwing out the first answer he thought of.

"Peanut brittle."

"Bzzzzt Wrong! You were close but I have in fact brought…. Soup!"

How peanut brittle and soup were in anyway similar, Roxas couldn't be bothered to work out at that moment in time; instead he tried to rein in a small smile forming on his lips. Typical Axel. "Great Axel, but how is soup going to help me in any way?"

"Well, if you eat it I'm sure you'll feel better. It said so in one of the books that I got from a Somebody."

Roxas sighed internally; of all the things he really didn't want now, soup was on that list. He wasn't even hungry. "I'm not hungry, Axel."

"Come on! I got it special, just for you!"

"I said I don't want the soup, Axel. Now, please-"

"I'll feed you."

…

"What?"

"I said I'll feed you. You know you want the soup, Roxy" Axel shook the can tauntingly in Roxas' reluctant face.

"… fine. I'll eat the god damn soup. Then will you leave me alone?"

Axel smiled victoriously. "Possibly" That was the best answer Roxas was likely to get.

"So, do you have a stove in that bag of yours too? Because I tell you now, I'm not eating cold soup". He shuddered in mock disgust.

To this, Axel gave another cheery smile. "Of course not, Roxy-bear. That'd be silly." Grasping the bottom of the can in his right hand, Axel looked back over at Roxas (who was now sat upright in his cocoon) with a lazy grin. Roxas turned his eyes to the soup can, and his eyes widened as he noticed that the can was beginning to glow faintly red, then orange.

"Done!" Axel exclaimed cheerfully, before delving back into his bag and retrieving a bowl and a spoon, and pouring the now-steaming contents of the can into the bowl.

Roxas just looked on in shock – that was certainly something he had never seen done before. Well, it was creative if nothing else… and it saves on the washing…

Perching himself on the side of the dishevelled bed next to his "patient", Axel lowered the spoon into the soup before raising it to Roxas' lips. "Now, say 'Aaaaah'," Roxas frowned at the indignity of it all – he wasn't a child. Not really.

He opened his mouth with the intention of protesting – I do still have some dignity -, but instead found the red-hot liquid to be crammed in and poured down his throat the second a gap appeared. Coughing and spluttering as the boiling liquid trickled down his throat and into his stomach, Roxas glared slightly at the red-head.

"That was boiling, Axel!" He took deep, open-mouthed breaths in a futile attempt to cool the fire that now raged in his mouth.

"Oops, sorry Roxy; but it was the only way you would have eaten it. I could see you protesting" Axel shrugged apologetically as he said this, but it did nothing to calm the grumpy blonde.

"Ok, here's the next lot." This time, instead of shoving the spoon in straight away, Axel blew on the soup first, cooling it slightly … before proceeding to cram the spoon into Roxas' mouth.

After repeating this about six times, Roxas gave up protesting (and let go of the dignity that he had managed to hold onto up to this point) and opened his mouth and swallowed the soup obediently, until the sound of the spoon scraping the bottom of the bowl could be heard.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Axel packed the bowl and the spoon back into the bag (without washing them, Roxas noticed) and turned back to face his friend.

Truth be told, Roxas did feel a little bit better now – after he had gotten past the singed taste buds he was now in possession of. He removed one of the layers of blanket that he had been holding tightly around him, keeping the shivers at bay, and shuffled so that his shoulders were exposed too, not just his eyes upwards.

Axel, however, didn't fail to notice this action and once again dived into his trusty bag, pulling out two blue things, which he then placed on Roxas' forehead, and slid one down the top of the blankets.

"Uggh! Axel! What the HELL are you doing now?!?" The teen shivered violently as the blue thing that had been un-ceremonially shoved down the front of his blankets left a cold wet trail from his neck right down his stomach.

"You were hot, no? So I gave you some ice packs." He folded his arms and nodded his head sagely; as though it all made perfect sense.

"Well now I'm freezing again!" He reached down his front to retrieve the stray ice pack, and hurled it across the other side of the room, where it landed with a surprising thump.

Teeth chattering, he pulled his layers around him tightly, praying for warmth to return. "You don't have a hot water bottle in that wonder-bag of yours, do you?"

Axel shook his head. "Nope; only more icepacks, more soup and a thermometer." The red-head's eyes twinkled mischievously and he glanced thoughtfully at Roxas. "But, you have your own hot water bottle right here." He gestured to himself in a cheesy gesture using his thumbs.

"… Axel, I'm sorry to tell you, but you aren't a hot water bottle."

He chuckled "I know that, but did you miss my little trick with the soup can earlier? I'm not exactly an ice cube. Here, see." He pressed the back of his hand to Roxas' cheek, and Roxas found himself subconsciously leaning into it. Hm. He really is toasty.

Flinching away from the hand, Roxas looked up at the pyro warily. Is he planning something? "What's the catch?"

At this, Axel snorted and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "No catch Roxy. For tonight, I'll be your own personal heater."

Without waiting for a response, Axel tugged the numerous blankets away from Roxas, and pushed him back down onto the bed. Roxas tensed up in shock. What the hell…? Before he could voice any of his concerns, the blankets had been re-deposited over him, and the fiery teen had joined him under the covers, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.

"Isn't this cosy?" the older teen remarked, a smile plain in his voice. Any protests Roxas may have had had vanished the second he had made contact with the other boy – so warm…

"Wow Axel, you really are warm."

Axel smirked. "I always knew you thought I was hot, Roxy-bear." This earned him a half-hearted punch before the blonde shuffled closer, trying to capture as much of his warmth as possible.

"If you wanted to get closer, you could have just said."

Roxas didn't even bother to punch him for that remark. "Shut up and go to sleep Axel."

Axel grinned into his best friend's forehead but remained silent. A little while later, soft snores could be heard radiating from the sleeping form that was curled up with him; he gazed upon the angelic sleeping face with absolute tenderness.

Roxas' hair was messily tousled – a typical 'bed-head'- and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed gently and rhythmically. His face was flushed from the heat and one arm rested beneath his head, acting as a pillow, whilst the other one lay lazily on the older boy's chest.

"Night, Roxy."

With this, his green eyes closed, a smile still plastered to his face as he floated away on a dream.

Aww, didn't that just make you all warm and fuzzy inside? No? Me neither xD

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