.Axel.

I sighed, shifting my body quietly off of the bed, trying not to awaken Roxas. I got up silently, tip toe-ing over to his bathroom. Last night I made sure that he was sound asleep, so I rushed on over to grab my toothbrush and iPod and such. I started brushing my teeth, constantly looking over at Roxas the whole time.

There wasn't much light streaming in, but there was just enough to see him. The right side of his face was hidden in his pillow, his fingers resting on the edge of it, while his palm lay on the bed. You could see his torso moving gently, rising and falling, his breaths silent.

I spit out the foam, rinsed my mouth then just continued to stare over at Roxas.

I mean…- Well, no, you can't blame me. This kid is gorgeous.

Using any other word like hot, handsome, sexy or just good looking would be offensive towards him.

Because he is somuch more… Angelic. That's the only thing you can actually compare him to; everything else compared to Roxas is just hideous, no matter how beautiful.

And his scars… Well, I haven't told him, but in my opinion, that just adds to his incredible beauty.

And at the moment, while I'm just thinking about this, my heart's racing faster than usual. I feel my face heat up, but I quickly shake it away. I walk over back to the side of the bed I was sleeping on, thinking. This is the part where I admit that I reallylike Roxas.

…I mean, really, a lot. Like, even to the point when he just smiles I want to scream and melt.

Or even when I hear an 'R' at the beginning of a word, I'm just like thinking, "ROXAS?" And I feel like hyperventilating, but then whoever finishes the word and it wasn't Roxas, but anyway…

I pounced onto the bed, looking over Roxas. He slowly turned his head towards me, lazily opening one eye. He then opened the other one, blinking twice, still looking extremely sleepy. He then began to pull up the blanket, covering his mouth.

"Nyaa…" he said quietly, looking away with a light blush on his cheeks. I cocked a brow, chuckling lightly as Roxas furrowed his. "What? I don't want you to smell my morning breath…" I rolled my eyes. Truthfully, I couldn't smell anything, but I guess it's only normal for you to think your breath smells weird as soon as you awake.

I snuggled my nose into Roxas' neck, wrapping my arms around his torso as I heard him give a small squeak. I could see that he was blushing, but he remained quiet.

"Oh, yeah, your breath smells like total shit," I lied, smiling.

He scoffed. "Yeah, thanks."

"You know, there's a way to get rid of bad breath."

"Uh, brushing my teeth?"

I rolled my eyes, chuckling lightly. "Another way, actually! All you gotta do is suck on my lovely, large length." Roxas immediately rolled over, a mocking 'hah' escaping his lips as he raised his eyebrow. I just smiled widely at him. He kept his mouth open, just staring at me, until he finally let out another 'hah', pressed his lips and shook his head.

"Oh, really? Is it the semen that helps?" And throughout that small sentence he spoke, all I could do was stare at his lips. I managed to process what he had said about thirty seconds later, but I still kept quiet.

His mocking smile soon faded into a smaller one, a bit shy. "Axel?"

"Your breath doesn't smell," I said, blinking twice, scanning his face. Roxas made a small 'o' with his mouth, furrowing his eyebrows together.

He pursed his lips, and opened them, but I brought my finger against them, shushing him before he could even speak.

His lips… How I love those angelic lips…

"I'm sorry, I didn't say good morning…" I whispered, slowly moving myself on top of him. Roxas gasped, but I chose to ignore it. I brought my lips to his warm neck, planting slow, soft kisses. His thin arms hesitantly wrapped around my waist, humming softly as he seemed to pull me in closer. I smirked, and began to bite at the soft flesh of his neck, each one stronger than the last.

"A-ah…" His fingernails clawed into my back, soft, almost inaudible moans escaping his precious lips.

I cupped his soft, pale cheeks into my hands. I kissed his cheeks, which seemed to burn, then made my way to his lips.

My tongue penetrating his lips, into his mouth; the warmth of his tongue against mine, it was like perfection. My body started to push up against Roxas', continuing this constant motion. He let out a louder, longer moan, panting as his fingers gripped tightly against my back.

It felt a lot hotter and sweatier, and somehow I hadn't really noticed that Roxas' hands were underneath my shirt, while mine were slipping into his sweatpants.

Then, much to my dismay, there was a soft knock at the door.

Roxas shot up, face extremely red and sweaty, panting. His eyes were wide, and I just pulled my hands out of his bottoms, wrapping them around his petite waist, pulling him into my lap as I kissed his neck and cheeks once more.

"N-n-Na-Nami-!"

"Come in," I said calmly, still kissing him. He pouted slightly and was still blushing, while I just chuckled.

Naminé didn't seem to open the door, so I slithered my hand up his shirt, finding his nipple as I began to tug it softly, playing around with it. Roxas let out a louder groan, smiling with satisfaction as he started to shift his body.

"Oh, screw this," he said, sitting on my lap as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pressing his moist lips against my own. Roxas moved his legs, now around my lower back, and pushed his body tightly to mine. I could feel his smirk on my lips, making myself grin as I traced his smirk with my tongue.

"H-hey guys…" Roxas hummed, his lips vibrating against mine, causing my heart to beat faster at the sensation.

Bare feet paddled against the cool floor tiles, meaning she finally decided to walk in. Roxas pulled away from the kiss, and then Naminé spoke;

"I'm sorry, but Axel, there's something important. It's the detective for Lea's case." I then looked over at Roxas, who made a face at me.

"Axel, this is about your kid, I understand, go!" I nodded, pecking his cheek as I jumped off of the bed and thanked Naminé.

I jogged over to the door, opening it to see the detective, with Demyx and Katoka at his side. Katoka had a rather large hood over her head, which confused me, but I would question her about it later.

They both smiled lightly as I greeted them, allowing them inside.

"Sorry, we kind of came by unannounced. If we would have known that you guys were meeting today, we wouldn't have come…" she said. The man, whose name I had forgotten, turned around and smiled.

"No, no! I also came unannounced… I was around, and since I needed to talk to you I just stopped by…" I nodded, motioning for him to sit down as I sat down myself, watching Demyx and Katoka walk away awkwardly and down Roxas' hall.

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Mr. Detective seemed to have gone as soon as he came. Closing the door, everyone else crept slowly out of the hallway, and into the living room. I didn't want to think about what he had told me, I wanted to distract myself. Katoka then proceeded to walk right past me, still the giant hood over her head.

Oh, look, a distraction.

She sat down on the couch next to her brother while Naminé sat at the breakfast bar and Roxas was somewhere in the kitchen, running around.

I pulled a stool over, now diagonal from Katoka. I whistled, catching her attention. I made hand signals around my head, and then pointed to her.

"What's with the giant hood?"

Instantly she grabbed it, pulling it lower as she replied, "I got a haircut. I like it, but I'm not sure how people will react to it…" Demyx made a face, leaning over.

"Yeesh, Kat! It looks awesome, just relax!" he exclaimed, pulling her hood down. She pouted, punching Demyx's arm, muttering something softly under her breath.

Her hair that would reach mid back when straightened was now barely even anything. The sides were shaved, only tiny stubs of hair in its place, while the top hair was pulled from the back. Before I could even say anything, Naminé had already gotten out of her sat and was running her hands through Katoka's hair, simply gawking at her. Katoka made a face, but didn't move.

"Your hair… It was so long… And now it's like nothing…" Roxas walked out of the kitchen, moving towards Naminé, chuckling softly.

"I like it, though! You look badass." I nodded, while she smiled.

"Thanks guys… Zexion called me a dyke and laughed."

I pouted, speaking in a nasally voice, "Oh my gosh, like, what a bitch. He's just so jealous of your swag." She smiled, rolling his eyes. I stood up, grinning at her as I squished her cheeks. "Such a baby." I then kissed her forehead, ruffling her hair as I began to walk towards my hall. "Alright guys, I'm gonna go shower, I shouldn't take that long."

Roxas nearly jumped over to me, grabbing my wrist. I looked behind me. He had his head tilted to the side, looking at me with his deep, blue eyes. "¿Desayuno?"

I smiled, kissing him softly. I pressed my forehead to his, caressing his cheek with my thumb. "Soon, after I shower." I pecked his forehead, pulling away as he crossed his arms, pouting. I laughed, winking at the blond as I continued walking to my room.

I entered my room, closing the door softly behind me. I stripped my clothing, walking inside of the bathroom as I turned the water on. Waiting a bit for it to get warm, I stared into the mirror.

Fingers hesitated upon reaching my face, but were placed lightly upon my cheeks. I traced the purple ink, my bottom lip quivering.

"I just felt the need to tell you this in person... But we've been investigating for a while now, and we still haven't discovered any useful information, let alone any information. We don't even have a tiny clue that could be relevant to your son. We're still looking into it, but if we still continue with nothing… I'm sorry to say that we'll have to put an end to the investigation."

I didn't want to think about it.

I didn't want to think about the fact that Marluxia could get away with this.

I… I simply didn't want to think about anything relevant to it. At all.

So I started thinking about Roxas.

I stepped inside the shower, the water hitting against my skin.

After a few months of living here, I've learned quite a few things about Roxas.

Like before, he asked, "Breakfast?" in Spanish.

One thing that he would constantly do is reply in bits of Spanish. You can't really blame him, though. It's his native language. I think it's cute, anyway. He also has pet names for me, and well, everyone else he's close to. He's a big fan of 'Amor', which anyone would know is love. Sometimes he cusses. …Well that's actually a majority of the time, but only when he's talking to himself. For example, if he were to stub his toe on the coffee table, it's a slur of Spanish cuss words. …That and he'll offend the table.

He's also quite reserved, quiet, most of the time. A bit shy. But anything music related brings him out of his shell; he's suddenly more confident, louder, and a bit cockier. He knows how talented he is, and he isn't afraid to flaunt it.

Believe it or not, Roxas has moves. The bitch dances like there's no tomorrow. He's extremely fond of merengue, salsa, bachata… Whatever is Spanish oriented. Roxas also likes hip hop and all that kind of stuff. I kid you not.

I hadn't realized that I had already rinsed the soap off of my body. I was just standing there, lost in thought. I washed my face, sighing softly.

I turned off the water, proceeded to dry myself, then I got dressed and put on my glasses.

I yawned. I was tired. I didn't want to be up. I wanted to sleep. Sleep away the pain that I felt deep within my chest, because no matter how many thoughts I filled my mind with, reality would come back and hit me in the face, like the motherfucker it is.

Walking out of my room I heard rather loud music from the living room. I automatically recognized the rhythm, it being the Spanish version of 'Rabiosa' by Shakira featuring El Cata. Only thing was that Roxas and Kat were singing it.

Entering the living room, I noticed that they were also dancing. I smiled, rolling my eyes. They hadn't acknowledged my presence, so as I went to the other side of the room, I held my left hand on my stomach, the other raised in the air as I moved my hips, using the only legit dance step that I knew. The song had been ending, so they were no longer singing, they were simply dancing to the beat.

They cheered as the saw me, which provoked a small laughter from my part. Roxas spun Katoka one last time, as she let go of his hand, making her way over to Demyx and Naminé, pulling them to dance with her. Roxas made his way over to me, the both of us still dancing.

He gave this seductive smirk as I pulled him in, intertwining our fingers as my other hand rested above his bottom, and his on my shoulder. I returned the smirk, pressing our bodies together as I lowered my head. Roxas closed the gap between us, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling me down. I picked him up, his legs instantly clinging to my body. Unfortunately, this was a moment where Demyx decided to be a total cockblock.

The blond airhead pulled Roxas off of me (scaring the shit out of my poor blondie), then clung to me. He made obnoxious noises, and I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

Literally throwing Demyx off me, I glared. "I'm just gonna ask Zexion not to fuck you for a whole month, and knowing him, he won't mind accepting to it." Demyx pouted, whipping his head over in Katoka's direction, pointing a finger at me.

"Kat," he whined, "Axel's being an ass." Roxas, who had been not only frightened, but extremely embarrassed, had been hiding behind me. He was grunting, his face in my back as I felt the vibration from when he would mumble to himself.

"We should rip you away from Zexion right in the middle of sex; see how you like it…" That was the only thing I made out from everything Roxas had mumbled. I rolled my eyes, snorting.

Another thing I had learned about Roxas.

Whenever he's embarrassed, or someone's ridiculed him, he'll hide behind someone, extremely pissed. Roxas really isn't the type that will accept being mocked, even if it's in a friendly manner. He won't tell you anything, either, but just seeing his glare would be enough.

I turned around, crouching down, and then lifted him. His eyes were at the same level as mine, I tilted my head. "Breakfast?"

Roxas also tilted his head, giving me a cute innocent smile. "No, thanks. I already ate." I made a face, Roxas laughed softly, nodding. "Yeah, put me down and I'll get you some." Pecking his cheek, I set him down, following behind him. Katoka skipped after me, jumping on my back. Her chin rested on the top of my head, arms securely wrapped around my upper chest.

"So, what? Now that you guys learned that each other is Hispanic, are you gonna have 'Taco Tuesday' or some shit?" (1) And to be honest, I never really knew where Katoka and Demyx were from. They had been all over goddamn Latin America; so many countries that I had never even heard of a few of them.

Anyway, Roxas rolled his eyes, setting a plate of hash browns and toast in front of me. Passing me a look, he scoffed. "Coma mierda," Roxas hissed. Demyx, who I had forgotten has been on the floor this whole time, laughed. Katoka clicked her tongue.

"Yes, yes we will have 'Taco Tuesday'. We'll also wear ponchos and get our sombreros and maracas. We will bring our Chihuahuas and feed them plenty of tacos and beans. ¡Será una gran fiesta!" I couldn't see her, but I had the feeling she was rolling her eyes. Her lack of enthusiasm and direct sarcasm was what hinted it out.

I laughed. I liked to bother them with typical stereotypes. Although, I do believe that Demyx was born in Mexico… Or at least he lived there for a while, before Kat even entered the picture.

…What? Too many countries. Not my fault I didn't really care all that much to pay attention.

I pulled forward to eat, Katoka detaching herself from me. She stood next to Roxas, swaying her hips so that they bumped against his, while he reflected the action. I turned around, looking at Demyx just rolling around on the floor, Naminé on her knees and peering over at Demyx, blinking. I turned back around, pointing my fork at Kat.

"You know, out of you three it's only you that looks Mexican. Too bad we don't need a maid," I said, smirking. Katoka glared, while Roxas bit his lip. I could tell that he was trying not to laugh, simply because he knew the whole 'stereotypical' guy I acted as. Of course it wasn't serious, I would just get bored and like to pull it sometimes, but everyone would know that I only kid around.

"Motherfucking-"

"Hijo de puta!" I exclaimed over dramatically. You could hear Demyx's bellowing laughter, and I saw Roxas hide his face in his hands, shaking as he muffled his giggles.

Katoka strut over towards me, speaking as she walked, "That's it-!"

I threw my hands in the air, crying out, "The Mexican's gonna hit me! And she's gonna slap me hard, like they do in the novelas!"

Poor Demyx was literally screaming, curled up in a ball as he clutched his sides, rolling around as tears poured from his eyes. It wasn't that funny. Roxas lifted his head, the tiniest smile forming upon his lips.

Kat bit her lip, looking down at me. She let her head fall to the side, her hazel eyes flickering over towards my plate.

And… Bam.

Ketchup covered hash browns stuck to my face, some up my nose. I gagged, not quite fond with of ketchup inside my nostrils. Roxas looked down, chuckling as he shook his head. Katoka smiled, raising her brows.

I looked over at her, not amused. Then again, I sort of had this coming.

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As the day went on, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Everyone but me, that is.

They all had their fun singing karaoke, as I seemed to be sitting in my melancholic corner. There was nothing more that I despise than being a buzz kill, but… Was there really much I could do?

You can only force a smile for so long. And today was the day that seemed like if I even dared to be joyous, I'd puke all over myself.

The thought of that repulsed me even more than it should have, because I knew that it went against my beliefs. But I also felt that pressing a false emotion inflicted even more damage.

And that's when I begin to contradict myself; something else I hated about this whole damn thing…-

…and something Roxas also hated. Contradictions. It's kind of funny, actually, how pissed he'd get over something so small. He would take his precious time to catch something not everyone would catch, or even care about. I remember this one time Roxas was telling me something, and his face would always scrunch with anger. His fists would clench tightly, and his eyes would widen as he said, "And this bitch kept contradicting herself! One minute she would say this, then the next she would say the total opposite! And she kept- on- doing- it.", and I would laugh, because I'm not the type to get so upset over those kinds of things. ...Well, most of the time.

Then, without me noticing, a hand came flying towards my cheeks, leaving a sting as I was oh-so brutally brought back into reality. My jade eyes widened completely, jerking my body abruptly into an upright position. I clutched my shirt, where underneath rested my chest, and felt my heart pound insanely. The spasmodic reaction my body gave alarmed me; never before had I overreacted in such a way to someone just slapping my cheek. But then again, I've just felt so... Odd, this whole day.

Hearing a gasp, my consistently moving eyes came to a halt, focusing on those that wore concern past hazel irises. Kat's thin brown eyebrows had raised, creating few wrinkles to form upon her forehead, revealing her troubled emotions. I think I witnessed her lips moving, but I heard nothing; which I believe was due to the subconscious state I had miraculously, and mysteriously fell upon. She brought her hands to my face, tracing smooth circles on my cheeks, and it felt as if trails of ice followed behind her tips. Kat cupped my face in her hands, and looked genuinely upset. "Axel, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that... But, are you okay? You're sweating, and you're so cold..." I nodded, trying not to get her to worry so much about me. Then, she instantly moved her hands, and held mine that were clammier than my face. Just as Kat was about to call my name once more, I shushed her. Moving my hands awkwardly, that had suddenly become limp, I grabbed her hands into mine. I kissed her nose, then smiled.

"Kat, I've just processing a lot of stuff in my mind right now, and I feel a little out of it. But it's nothing. I'm fine," I said, mentally making note to myself that I was far from fine, even remotely okay. But, the lie had soothed her, and I could tell she was instantly at ease, and smiled back, nodding. Kat had wrapped her arms around me, hugging me as she bid a farewell, as did Demyx. Before they were even out the door, I heard Kat mutter something to Roxas, and the door shut.

Naminé instantly left the living room, while I realized that Roxas had stayed in the kitchen. The noises of mugs and cups clattering soon became distant, and I felt myself entering the surreal world once more. My eyes weighed tons, and keeping them open was a struggle. Most likely fatigue, I thought, nothing's wrong, I thought.

When I was aware of my surroundings again, I had a hot mug in my hands that warmed my clammy hands, and it was pressed to my lips. Instead of sipping the tea like any sane human would, I felt myself chugging it down; the burning liquids sliding down my throat, almost taking my breath away. Pulling the mug away from my lips, I sighed, my breath hot, and simply wanting to pass out right that instant. But, rather choosing an option I'd enjoy most, I turned my head. Roxas sat there, and once he caught my eye, a beautiful smile graced her precious lips, and I grinned back. I leaned forward, barely brushing my lips against his own. Feeling his lips pucker, I laughed and did the same, allowing our lips to mold graciously together. Roxas' fingers slithered through my hair, one finger coiling around my red locks as the other rested at my knee. I was holding my mug, and didn't want to make a mess, or possibly burn Roxas, so I remained still, but eagerly kissed back. His lips felt like fire against mine; my own lips so icy that Roxas' could almost melt mine, if we remained so for much longer.

But, Roxas pulled away, wrinkling his nose adorably before tapping my nose. "Drink your tea," he whispered. I nodded, finishing the last bit as Rox took the mug from me, and went off to put it in the sink.

It was like magic was kept inside of those luscious lips. Because, after the kiss, I had suddenly awaken and no longer felt as if I was in a dream. The blond returned, but this time, sat on the arm rest of the couch. "You feeling better yet?" Tilting my head from side to side, I shrugged, then finally nodded.

Hesitant, I stood, but my legs didn't feel the least limp. Walking around made me feel a bit better, so I just decided to stalk around from the living room to the kitchen and back. Roxas hummed, looking away from me.

"You sure were acting weird the entire day, come to think of it... With guests around and all." I came to a stop, quirking a brow immediately, his words rewinding in my mind, with a sour tone to it. My lip twitched, somewhat glad that Roxas couldn't see me.

"Well, what if someone told you that in given time, they may stop searching for your lost son? Just because, you know, they can't find a single trace of him? And there's still that enormous possibility that he might even be dead?" I spat hastily. With a whip of blond hair, Roxas came to face me once more, and though I had only focused on his lips, the surly words he spoke echoed mockingly throughout my mind.

Does it always have to be about Lea?

I was absolutely appalled. Roxas, the one who claimed to comprehend oneself through what ever they were going through? The one that was always there to console you?

That was the Roxas I knew. And this Roxas? Even with such a sentence so small, it had so much more meaning than he could possibly know. And as those words sunk into my brain, which made my heart sink, I was filled with so much anger, that when I spoke, the asperity was well aware of.

"What do you mean 'does it always have to be about Lea'? He's my one and only goddamn son, Roxas. Of course its going to be about him, always." One of the only things I could think of right now was why Roxas would ask such a thing. And how beyond childish and bratty it seemed of him, the way he continued to glare at me.

"Get the fuck over it." In the tone he spoke, it sounded as if he was almost... Jealous. What the hell was going on through Roxas' fucked up head? Because, if he actually heard himself, he'd realize how ridiculous he sounded. Sick of his bitching, I finally popped.

"You just don't get it, don't you? You have no idea what its like! You don't have a kid of your own, so you wouldn't be able to understand the lose of your very own flesh and blood. Sure, you lost your mother, and may she rest in peace, but Rox? You still have your family. You have three brothers, a father that love you, and your mother very much loved you the same as the rest of your family loves you when she was living. They were there to support you no matter what. And guess what? I never had that! My parents never gave a shit about me, then my mom ended up in jail, and my father ignored me; all he wanted was to get her back, but since all I was was a mother fucking nuisance, so I wasn't acknowledged by my father.

"Then, by age nine, I wasn't even a pre-teen yet, I had to leave because the way my father evaded me killed me inside. I never remained in a permanent home, and years could go by without me getting a foster home. Not even then could someone love me the way I needed to be loved!

"After years had passed, eight to be exact, we met again. My mother was finally out of jail, I was seventeen and by then absolutely positive that I was very much interested in men, and actually began to prefer them over women. Surprisingly, all had gone well; it wasn't, per say, perfect, but there were no slip-ups so far. And just when I thought that maybe we could have been the family I had always wanted us to be, some how, my being gay came into conversation. And guess- what- else?" I hissed, now seething. I had clearly alarmed Roxas, although I haven't even gotten to my point yet. He hung his head low in shame, not bothering to answer me. I continued, gritting my teeth, "They damned me, Roxas. They condemned me to Hell. And- and, you know what else?" I asked again, now laughing insanely as I rubbed my cheeks, slipping my fingers into my hair. My eyes wide, resembling the one's of a manic. "They weren't even religious. So here I had these people screaming at me that I was an oddity; that I was going to burn in Hell, when they didn't even believe in such things themselves. They had shunned me; their exact words still engraved in my mind, and I quote: "We don't ever want to see you again, you disgusting- piece- of- shit." Do you know what it feels like, Roxas? What it feels like to have your parents say that to you? For them to not accept you, and even damn you? No-! You. Don't. Lucky- you.

"So then, I was back to how it used to be; without a family. And its not like I ever had a family to begin with, anyway. But, I had Lea. And as he began to get older, I finally had the idea of what that family love felt like. I made sure that I loved that child more than I had ever loved anything, and, what caught me off guard was that he felt my love. And it was requited. He was so young, but... He just... Understood. I guess it just took a while for my brain to actually process the love. How I had never felt it beforehand, but the instant I did... It was strange, but I knew that's what it was. It just surprised me that for once in my life, someone loved me.

"But what had astonished me most was that day he came back from preschool. Such an innocent child, with his enormous vibrant teal eyes shining as he looked straight up at me, tugged on my shirt. He said, 'Daddy? At school all the other kids have a mommy and a daddy, and they love each other bunches! How come I don't have a Mommy?' And I sighed, replying to him with, 'Well, kid, your Mommy and I didn't love each other. And she had to go, but even then it wouldn't have worked out, anyway.' And without even having to open his mouth, I could tell he was curious as to what I had meant when I said that, so I continued, 'You see, Lea, Daddy... Doesn't like women. Well, he has lady friends but Daddy prefers men. But even then, Daddy hasn't found the man that he loves bunches, so its just you and me. One day, when Daddy does find the man he loves bunches, you'll have two Daddies.' The way Lea took it... He didn't seem upset to not have a Mommy, or didn't find it the least strange that his father liked men, when his friends' dads he knew about all had girlfriends or wives. Lea was just so innocent, so incorrupt, that he just grinned and said, 'Good! Girls have cooties, anyway!'

"At first I had thought, 'Well, he's still very young, he might not even get it.' but, alas, he proved me wrong. Little Lea let his innocence get the best of him, and had told his friends how his Daddy didn't want a wife, but a husband. Lea came home that day, extremely bothered. He told me that when he let his friends know about me, that all of his friends told him that his Daddy was strange, weird, different and lastly, wrong. That his Daddy couldn't possibly love men, that a man had to love a woman, and vice versa. That a man could never love a man, nor a woman ever love a woman. To be honest... I was afraid. I thought maybe Lea would give into their words, and begin hating me. When I asked him so, he shook his head violently, and exclaimed, 'No! I yelled at them! Because my Daddy can love whoever he wants to love! There's no right or wrong when it comes to love, it's just love!' And that stuck with me every day ever since.

"So getting back to my original point, yes Roxas, it is always about Lea and I will never get the fuck over it. My son has been the only one there for me, the only person I've ever come to love that has ever loved me back. He has done everything for me, and is everything to me. So, please, next time you open your trap, make sure it's coherent, instead of saying stupid bullshit. Got- it- memorized?"

I can't believe I had to completely admonish Roxas for something he should have known better than to say. He's nineteen years old, he's an adult. And though I doubt its happened before (or this bad, at least) it still utterly shocked me. I could never understand what exactly had possessed him to say such a thing. But, as I looked at him now, there wasn't anything mature about him.

His petite form was shaking uncontrollably, and his hands shielded his face as tears violently and continuously slipped from his eyes, soaking his hands and the floor beneath him. Comparing the bits of skin that I managed to make out as part of his face to his hands, his face resembled the shade of red wine; so deep and red, while his hands were extremely pale, or more translucent.

I couldn't help but feel bad. I exhaled through pursed lips, then bit on the very same flesh. My feet inched over towards the blond, until he finally looked up, tears rapidly leaking, running down his cheeks and neck.

"I-I-I-I-! A-A-A-Axel, I-I'm s-s-s-so-! S-s-sorry!" Roxas exclaimed through choked sobs, before running from his spot, down the hall, and into his room. I called after him, be realize it'd be of no use what-so-ever, so I trailed behind lost tears and into his room.

Roxas had faced stomach down onto his bed, while his face was in contact with his pillow. The muffled, but deafening cries echoed through his room as I shut the door behind me. I crept onto the bed, running my fingers through his hair, watching him jump, clearly startled by me.

Those bloodshot eyes caught my vision, and we just stared at one another. Extending my arms, a small curve formed upon my lips. A hushed whisper of the words, "Come," never even stood a chance to linger in the air, because my dear blond had launched himself into my embrace. His arms curled around my neck, while mine rested at his waist. I held him tighter, soon smothering him with kisses to relax him. He responded well to my affection, which pleased me greatly. Our lips constantly met, and it was as if we held each other tight by the second.

When Roxas pulled away, he sniffled, saying, "I'm really sorry, Ax... Really, I am. It was a stupid thing to say, and I absolutely regret it." I kissed him one more time, before nodding. I brought one of my hands to his face, then taking a finger as I traced over his lips and chin.

"And I forgive you. I didn't want to lose my temper like that but... You can't say those kinds of things. And especially not with me. But I do apologize for getting like that with you; I don't ever want to have to speak like that to you again... You mean so much to just lose you, lose this in one second. Got it memorized?" My voice was stern, but gentle. Roxas said nothing, but agreed with the motion of his head. A gradual grin took it's rightful place as I did the same, then said, "Good."

I wrapped my arm around his waist again, before allowing myself to fall on my back, bringing Roxas down with me. We began to laugh while kisses were exchanged, enjoying ourselves as if nothing had happened.

There was another thing that I knew about Roxas. (Out of so many others, mind you.)

Such convulsive crying was only caused by a certain type of people: the ones that Roxas cared for and loved the most.

When he had commit a grave wrong that caused guilt that only they could make him feel.

As I lay there, holding Roxas tightly, giving him affection, as he did the same to me... It made me wonder.

I had claimed that I only loved one person: my son. But that was in the paternal love, the family love that I was more than honored to gift to my son.

But as I thought of the other type of love, I found myself confused by these events.

If Roxas only cried in such a tremendous manner over the ones whom he loved, that meant... That meant that Roxas loved me.

And... I wasn't so quite sure of it myself, but... I think that I, as well, had began to fall for Roxas, and I might have even loved him back.

HOLY SHIT I'M DONE.

And oh dear Lord how I apologize for not updating for months. TT^TT But, I lost inspiration, was out traveling, was grounded... Bah, so many things have happened.

But, thankfully, my inspiration has returned. c: Its just, I had become so insecure with my writing style and see it as mediocre, so I am hoping to improve. And I do kind of enjoy the last half of this chapter, if I do say so myself. But then again, I haven't even reread it, so, when I do, I might just end up hating it. ._.

And to those that read this, you'll be informed, and to those that don't... Well, they won't be. xD But, uh, next chapter does involve a bit more of Katoka and Zack. There MIGHT even be smut, but its NOT AkuRoku smut. I'm sorry. :'D BUT THERE WILL BE AKUROKU SMUT SOON SOON SOON SOON SOON! Possibly in chapter 13. P: And I'm spoiling it but EEHHHH if not you guys might get impatient. :'D But we're getting there, I promise. c:

But like I was saying, Kat and Zack. It might be a long one, because half of it is just Katoka and Zack, while the other half does follow our dearest Roxas and Axel. I'll most likely have the horizontal line separation between them, just in case you just want to read about Axel and Roxas.

Aaaaaand... I think that's all there is to it. c: Thank you for the story alerts, favorites, reviews! And even though I've kept you waiting, reviews would be much appreciated. :3

Hopefully, the next chapter should be up soon. I've been eager to write it for a while now. BLAH BLAH RAMBLE RAMBLE. Huurrrr.

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Translations and notes:

(1) Axel's being a stereotypical douche again. LOL. But, no, really. He's (jokingly) insinuating that all Hispanics are Mexican. Again, as a Hispanic myself, I do not mean to offend anyone. I've just been told this many times, and no, I'm not Mexican. But he's only kidding, and just wants to get a kick out of (mainly) Kat.

Coma mierda: It literally translates to "Eat shit", but it's meant more like "Fuck off".

¡Será una gran fiesta!: It'll be a great/grand party!

¡Hijo de puta!: Son of a bitch!