A/N: My first SoraxRiku fanfic and I hope you guys will like it. And the first people that can guess the movie that Axel is describing in the story or where the title of the story comes from can request a drabble from me with the characters of your choice (but please, nothing too explicitly sexual. xD). Enjoy!

Chapter I

January 23rd, 7:30 a.m.

Dear Diary,

Today is going to be my first day at Roxas' boarding school: he insisted that we attend the same school again after our parents divorced. I wouldn't mind seeing my older brother again, though it would have been nice if he just returned to our old institution: this new one is so much bigger and everyone, even the freshmen, are taller than I am.

10:05 a.m.

Currently in English Literature class right now and I wish the teacher wouldn't talk so fast: I can barely understand what he is saying, and he expects us to take notes on themes and important quotations! But maybe that's also because I can't see very well: I can just catch glimpses of his mustache, since I am unfortunate enough to be sitting in the last roll of the class behind an insanely tall blonde girl with slicked back hair.

10:37 a.m.

So apparently the novel we are studying is called The Catcher in the Rye. It's probably preposterous for me to say this but the book already seems very unpleasant and makes me feel quite nauseous. It brings back unpleasant memories of when Roxas was six years old and I was five and we played baseball with our father in this tiny field near our house. When Roxas threw the ball, it hit me on the cheek and I had a gigantic black bruise for a month.

11:30 a.m.

I am going to meet Roxas for lunch now! I can't wait to see my brother again; he hasn't had any class with me yet and it's quite frightening, traveling by myself in the corridors. I did meet some nice people though: there was a very pale and pretty blonde girl called Naminé and a sort of chubby guy called Pence. But on the negative side of things, someone also hit me with a locker door in the hallway and when he saw what he did, he began to laugh hysterically; I ran away before he could skin me alive or whatever it is that insane seniors did to fresh meat.

2:15 p.m.

I can't believe this! You know that obnoxious guy who hit me on the head earlier? Well, he was sitting right next to my brother in the cafeteria and he was whispering something into Roxas' ear as they cuddled. Do guy friends generally cuddle? I'm not so experienced in terms of physical contact with people of the same gender (or opposite, now that I think about it) so I wasn't really sure. But this is what basically happened:

"Sora! You're finally here!" Roxas exclaimed as he got up to hug me, a big smile on his face.

"Hey Roxas." I hugged him back, rather weakly; I was still in shock from seeing that scary guy, so my reply wasn't as enthusiastic as it would have usually been.

Then he introduced me to everyone at the table: there was Olette, a brunette I think is in my photography class and pretty Naminé, who waved at me. And finally, he got to that guy:

"Sora, I'd like you to meet Axel. Sora, Axel. Axel, this is Sora, the brother that I told you about."

"Nice to meet you," I mumbled. I wondered if he even realized what happened in the hallway earlier.

"Sora, Axel is my boyfriend."

"…WHAT?"

Roxas looked really hurt at my outburst. I guess it was a little rude, now that I look back. But still, ROXAS HAS A BOYFRIEND? Okay, so part of me is a little shocked that Roxas even liked guys, I mean, not that I don't support his newfound sexuality or anything! But the other part of me, the rational part, was thinking something along the lines of how did my super proper, introverted brother fall in love with someone who had this crazy palm tree like hair and looked as if he belonged in a circus? And he was so loud as well. I mean, after the porcupine said hi to me, with no apparent realization of what happened earlier, he began to talk loudly about some movie he saw about a dead girl up in heaven, waving his arms around like a windmill. But I guess if Roxas really likes him, it's okay and I would support my brother no matter what, even if his boyfriend is really, really weird.

7:22 p.m.

I just moved all my stuff into Roxas' dorm room: the room is really cramped and smells like cat food, dew and cigarettes. I asked Roxas if he smoked and he looked at me with this astonished expression on his face, like he pretty much despised of me as a Homo sapien:

"Of course not! Why would you think something like that? But…Axel does and he's here quite often." He added as an afterthought as he turned around from arranging the papers on his desk and looked at me.

"Oh." I mumbled and set my suitcase on the twin bed at the right side of the room; on my new bed.

"Does that bother you? I could tell him to not smoke when he's here, if you'd like."

"No, no, that's alright. I was just curious, that's all." I managed a grin as I looked at my brother. No need to tell him that I secretly disapproved of his bizarre boyfriend, the stinky room, and the pain my new classes are causing me. After all, I am supposed to be the happy-go-lucky one; I shouldn't be complaining.

Then Roxas nods at me and he began to change. When he took his shirt off, I couldn't help but notice this bruise the size of a tennis ball on the left side of his shoulder blades, just inches below the neck. I thought he got injured or something so I asked Roxas what happened to his back; I can't bear the thought of seeing my brother hurt!

But Roxas was all like, "What do you mean, Sora? I don't have any injuries on my back."

So I got up and walked over to him, and gently poked at the bruise, where upon closer inspection, looked strangely like a bite mark created by…well, a human. I wondered briefly if there was some type of cannibalistic practice at this school.

Then Roxas turned around and stared at me with disbelief. He's really scary when he does that, because it's so uncharacteristic to see Roxas' show any type of emotion with zest; and when he widened those big blue eyes, it was kind of creepy, like you would sink into them like a mosh pit and never climb out.

"Sora, are you kidding around? Because this isn-" he stated, but then stopped, presumably at the expression of utter bewilderment that must have crept upon my face.

"…Sora, do you know what a hickey is?"

"Um...a pimple?"

"No, no, the other definition. The more commonly used one."

"…"

Then he began to explain to me the meaning of "hickey" rather elaborately, with colourful and descriptive details. He was very gentle about it, of course, I guess as to not frighten me or something. But of course I was frightened: I was freaking out and a series of Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God was passing through my head as I stared at him, eyes wide.

After he was done, I could practically feel myself turning red as the heat spread from my cheeks to the back of my ears! I can't get rid of this mental picture that suddenly began to flash at me, my brother and that strange guy hugging, kissing and doing all this other stuff that if I actually saw in real life, would probably destroy all traces of mental sanity that I still had left! I tried my best to restrain my embarrassment though, by looking at the situation logically, as Roxas would have done if this happened to him:

This is normal, I kept reminded myself. This is the type of stuff that couples do together if they love each other. Your brother and the creepy guy are only doing this because they really care for each other and you should be happy for them.

It didn't work: I just couldn't quite stomach it, my celibate, intelligent brother, doing all these weird things. Someone I used to see in diapers and took baths with when I was young, was suddenly a guru in sexual adventures. Excuse me while I go calm myself down, or throw up.

9:00 p.m.

I think I must have looked more terrified and grossed out than I thought, because soon after our conversation, Roxas left the room. But not before telling me that he was extremely disappointed in me, because I should have been able to act more maturely and by the time he got back, he hoped that I would be able to "look at love with a more understanding perspective through the eyes of an adult, and not a six year-old child."

10:48 p.m.

…So that's why they were cuddling in the cafeteria!

A/N: So did you think about poor Sora's predicament? And how do you like the AkuRoku in the story?

P.S: A review would be lovely, if you could! :D