A/N: You know, I realized something just now. Getting a flame would be hilarious. Now, I'm not saying I want people to flame me, but if they did, I'd get to laugh at them. Just saying.

Disclaimer, Hitei Suru, negar tener: Whatever language you say it in, I don't own it.

Chapter 1

Detention. The word in and of itself creates different reactions amongst everyday people. For Roxas Leonhart, the word struck a sense of fear due to the unfamiliar. Roxas had never been in detention before. Not because he was a goody two shoes in particular, more for the fact that he never really did anything wrong, just because breaking rules had never really caught his fancy.

Due to his slightly lackadaisical view on life, he ended up walking into his global class three minutes late. That was how he ended up in the hall at school twenty minutes after the final bell rang. The door to the detention room left nothing to the imagination, due to the fact that 'Detention' was written on the door in thick black letters. He took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, pulling the door open as if expecting a lion to jump out and devour him as soon as the door was all the way open.

The room was completely empty but for one teacher sitting at the desk at the front of the room. His head was leaned back against the whiteboard, his big black boots propped up on the desk, a magazine about guns propped in front of his face. He hardly even acknowledged Roxas' presence, so the blonde just took a seat and waited for something to happen. The bell rang loudly over head, making Roxas jump slightly. A few seconds later the door flew open and smacked into the wall, revealing someone Roxas had often seen around school.

He was extremely tall and skinny, almost like he could turn sideways and slip into a different dimension. Long crimson hair spiked out from his head, hanging almost to his shoulders. The red framed his pale face brilliantly, bringing attention to his eyes. They were peculiar, as far as eyes went. Angled in such a way they could be called catlike, they were also a catlike green color, with deep, dark green ringing his pupil and filtering out to become a pale green as the color reached the white. Underneath those peculiar eyes rested small black diamond tattoos, looking almost out of place amongst the rest, yet so obviously at home he could have been born with them. He sported a lip ring and an eyebrow ring and also had a black plug in his left ear. It was an eclectic mix, and yet he wore it so well. Perhaps it was the fact that he was budding with so much confidence it could be called arrogance, or maybe it just worked in some strange way. Either way, Roxas couldn't deny the fact that he was extremely attractive.

He slammed the door shut behind him and grinned as if he'd just won the lottery rather then a one-way trip to detention.

"Hey there, Xiggy. How's the wife?" he greeted, his voice a tad bit higher then Roxas would have expected it to be. The teacher lowered his magazine, revealing long black hair streaked with gray, pulled into a low ponytail, a big scar on his cheek, and an eye patch. He was a wood shop teacher, so Roxas had never had him personally, but rumors flew around school about him. Some people were convinced that he was a spy from Russia, but Roxas wasn't buying that. The guy sounded like a doped up surfer, for God's sake.

"Nonexistent," Xigbar retorted, snapping his magazine shut. "All right, delinquent, take a seat." The redhead smirked and sat on top of a desk, bringing his legs around to rest on the seat of the chair. Xigbar picked up a sheet of paper and glanced at it.

"Right…so there are only two of you today. Okay, you're here, so I'm out. I'll be back at three thirty to let you out. Do whatever you want except committing felonies." With that he was out the door, locking it firmly behind him. Roxas was a bit confused. Wasn't the teacher supposed to stay there and make sure they suffered for their mistakes? Not that he was really complaining, but…it seemed odd.

Maybe detention wasn't as bad as all the horror stories said. He shrugged, reaching in his bag and pulling out his Global History homework, flipping through the packet with false interest. He meant no offense, but studying the Mongols was possibly the most boring thing in the world. He didn't really see the point considering he'd just forget everything he learned once they moved on to the next subject anyway. Still, he tried to focus, but that was kind of hard to do with the redhead sitting across the aisle talking on his cell phone rather loudly about cactuses.

Roxas almost let out a sigh of relief when the redhead cussed and informed his friend that his battery was dying. He tucked the phone into his pocket and let out a loud sigh. Roxas did his best to ignore him, focusing on the paper in front of him.

"You've got to be kidding, kid. You're seriously doing the homework?"

Roxas lifted his eyes from the page and scowled at him.

"I have a name, jackass," he snapped, leaving the other to laugh and hold up his hands defensively.

"God damn, kid. I don't know what your name is, so how could I possibly call you by it?"

"You could have the decency to ask," Roxas retorted, determined not to look at the redhead. After a few moments of silence he sighed and gave in. "All right…what's your name?"

"Roxas."

"Hello Roxas. I'm Axel. Axel Sinclair." He glanced up to see the redhead, Axel, had his hand out for a shake. Roxas dutifully shook the hand he was being offered and turned back to his homework. After a long moment of silence he sufficiently felt like a bastard. He could at least pretend to be interested in conversation.

"So…Axel. That's an…interesting name."

"Yeah…my brother's name is Reno. We were named that because our parents met at a Guns and Roses concert in Reno, Nevada."

"So…you're named after Axl Rose?"

"Yup."

Roxas let out a breath and returned to ignoring the redhead. It was a few minutes before he spoke again.

"Damn, you are impossible. Can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation…?"

"Why?" Roxas interrupted. Axel looked taken aback, his eyebrows rising in disbelief.

"…Why what?"

"Why are you talking to me? I'm basically ignored around here and I'm perfectly okay with that…"

Axel rolled his eyes and leaned back, studying him.

"I don't know why I want to talk to you, okay? Maybe because you're the only one here. If you're gonna be such a bitch about it, though, I just won't bother."

"Okay, fine. Don't then. No skin off my back."

They lapsed into another silence, in which Roxas tried to focus on Genghis Kahn and ended up thinking about Axel instead.

It was peculiar that Axel would want to speak to him, considering the entire community of Twilight Town ostracized him. Being the only gay kid in small, God fearing town would do that to you. All the guys were convinced he'd rape them if they didn't cover their asses and all the girls were disappointed to find out that he wasn't like the gay guys they saw on TV.

Roxas knew about people like Axel, and in all honesty, they annoyed him to no end. Guys like Axel were the ones whose parents were so rich that they didn't care what their kids did. As far as they were concerned, they could do whatever the hell they wanted and never be at fault. Axel was one of those guys that whined about how terrible their parents were as they drove around in their several thousand dollar cars looking for the best place to get high and drink and destroy their minds because they could afford to do nothing with their lives. One of the rich kids who thought they had it so rough because mommy wouldn't let them have the newest cell phone on the market or some shit like that. It made Roxas sick. They were all superficial and they didn't appreciate a thing. Axel made fun of Roxas for doing the homework, but that was the big thing. Axel could get into any college in the country if his daddy donated enough money. Roxas wouldn't go to college unless he could get a full-ride and every scholarship he could possibly apply for.

Roxas hadn't realized his fists tightening until the pen in his hand snapped in half, splattering ink all over his hands and the homework.

"Dammit!" he snarled, chucking the pen in the general direction of the garbage can, watching as it bounced off the side and rolled away, leaving a trail of ink in it's wake. He looked down at the page, but it was a lost cause. The ink had spread over more then half the page, leaving it illegible. He sighed and crumpled it into a ball, tossing it across the room and sinking it in the can easily.

"That was a pretty good shot. You ever think of trying out for the basketball team?" Axel spoke up, making yet another stab at conversation.

"I used to play," he admitted. "Back in middle school…but I stopped." He determinedly stared out the window, now without something on his desk to distract him.

"Why did you stop?"

Roxas let out a small groan. He'd been hoping Axel would take the hint and just shut up. He considered not answering and then decided to take the other route. He could probably shock the redhead into leaving him alone.

"I came out of the closet and all of a sudden I was an enemy in the locker room. Apparently being gay makes you a sexual deviant," he said bluntly.

Axel's eyes widened a bit and he seemed to have a moment of realization.

"So…when I came in and you were staring at me…were you checking me out?" he demanded, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Yup," Roxas answered honestly. Axel lit up his cigarette, inhaling thoughtfully. When he finally let out his breath, he held the pack out to Roxas.

"Want one?"

Roxas was, to say the least, completely shocked. He'd expected that to be the clincher, the thing that would make the redhead back off and avoid him like the plague. Instead, he just looked curious and thoughtful as he offered the pack. Never one to pass up a free smoke, Roxas nabbed one, pleased to see it was the same brand he used. Convenience at its highest. He let Axel light it for him before leaning back and doing his best to ignore the second presence in the room. Maybe that was rude, considering he'd given Roxas the cigarette in the first place, but he wasn't really in the mood to be civil at the moment.

Axel waited until they both finished their cigarettes until he spoke again.

"How did you know?"

Raising an eyebrow, Roxas made his way over to the window to dispose of the cigarette filter.

"Know what?" he asked as he hopped on top of his desk, sitting cross-legged, facing the redhead. He was feeling a little bit less tense now that the nicotine was in his system and, since he had nothing better to do, he figured he might as well indulge Axel in conversation.

"That you were gay."

Well. That was unexpected.

"Um…I don't know. I mean eventually it became kind of obvious. I'd find myself thinking about guys instead of girls. I was never really interested in girls, I guess. They were always just kind of…there. The other guys would talk about which girl they wanted to fuck and I…well, wouldn't think about girls, that was for sure." He trailed off, wondering why he was telling this to a complete and total stranger. Though, total stranger did look a little like someone had just informed him pigs did, in fact, fly.

"Oh," he said quietly. "Well…shit. I think I might be…gay."

Oh. So that's why he'd asked. Roxas stored this piece of information in the back of his mind for later use.

"Well, congratulations. Welcome to the family," he supplied dully.

"I don't really know…maybe you could help me?" Axel looked suddenly hopeful. "You know…see if I am or not?" Roxas rolled his eyes and snorted, leaning back on his hands.

"Please," he sighed in annoyance. "I'm not going to have sex with you just so you can sort out your sexuality crisis."

Axel's eyes widened once more and he shook his head quickly. "No…no way. No sex before the first date." He added this last part with a sly smirk, quickly recovering from his initial shock. "I just meant a kiss."

Roxas straightened up on his desk. A kiss was nothing. He could handle that, easy.

"Oh. That's all? Yeah, okay then. Sure." He expected Axel to balk and turn away, muttering about he'd just been joking and then spread the news the next day that the gay kid had hit on him. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for Axel to jump off his desk briskly, stride across the aisle and kiss him. But that was exactly what the redhead did.

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A/N: Yup. So, what do you think? I'm sort of interested in where this will end up going, because this is something different from anything I've ever written before. All right, well, you know what to do now. If you don't, I'll give you a hint. It starts with a 'R' and ends with 'eview'.