let's fall into the sky ;;

NEW JOURNAL.

2008-09-10T10:17:30Z

Alright, so.. for a reason unkown even to me I have created a new journal. I won't be using this one anymore.

You can now find me at: randomcrimes

not_a_total_sap @ 2008-09-01T04:55:00

2008-09-01T12:08:54Z

My sleeping schedule is waaaaaaayyy the hell off base of "normal" habits. I'm not content unless I'm staying up until at least 7 AM and even that's early compared to what I've been doing. My schedule probably would've been back to normal, since I stayed up pretty late and got woken up by being bitten my friend. Early in the morning. Was not happy for this.

I finally went home and was basically .. sick. It's not even a cold or a stomach flu, it was a physical feeling like crap kind of thing. Dehydrated, lack of sleep. You name it. It's probably my problem. I'm in the mood to rant, otherwise I wouldn't even go on about it. I'm better now though, after a couple hours passed. It's really been awhile since I've posted in here. After the mood theme I installed, I was all yeaaaaah, I'm gonna write in here! >D But then I didn't. I got unmotivated all over again.

I'm at a stand still right now. The whole wanting to take a year off from school (and it's not even a WHOLE year) thing. Until Spring. I've gotta look for a job soon... or go to my Dad's for a month or so. I'm getting really sick of his drunken instant messages, rambling about "boo hoo, poor me" when he basically drove people away, so it's his fault for his own predicament.

I know he's trying to change and I know there's nothing else to do in small towns (pretty much) but drink. And it's not even the drinking that bugs me. He can drink a fucking river of liquor for all I care. It's the constant "I'm sorry" and "I'm drunk" and "I waste my money on strippers and beer" that makes me want to stab him. I'm his daughter not his friend and some of the shit he tells me crosses some lines.

And he now he's starting up with his: "Your Mom had you for damn near 18 years of your life, you could come spend a year (AT LEAST) with me." He and I are so much alike, two weeks is the max amount of time I can spend with him (hell, anyone on a non-stop schedule) without being annoyed. CRY MOAR, RIGHT? ;p Not like anyone reads this shit anyway.

...Babylon AD... fucking lame movie. I do not reccommend. It had its moments, as do most movies, but just no. I guess I can't say I was let down, cause I hadn't wanted to see it in the first place. I only went with a friend because she wanted me to. Yeaaaah. Well, there's more I could ramble about, but .. it's on a more personal level and what'd be the point in that? :o EXACTLY.

Guess that's it, for now. Until I spam with another update or... fanfic / fiction.

OMG GUYS.

2008-08-09T14:32:39Z

I totally have a new reason to update every day.

....why, yes. It does have to do with the sam winchester mood theme I snagged from all_at_once. :D

I never have anything to write about but I shall think of something.

Happy kat is happy.

beneath the docks [first prompt finished!]

2008-08-05T09:03:27Z

Title: Halloween
Author: not_a_total_sap
'Verse: Beneath the Docks [original!verse]
Claim/Characters/Pairing: Trevor/Jake
Rating: PG-13, maybe even borderline R for language.
Warnings: Boykissing.
Disclaimer: Jake doesn't belong to me but I've got permission to use him. ;]
Summary: Trevor's waiting for Jake so they can get their Halloween going.
Table/Prompt: Horror/Vampire

Halloween was always his favorite holiday. It seemed like everyone could share that sentiment though. Being someone else was an alluring concept. Trevor was eighteen already, too old to be dressing up and trick-or-treating. He just liked to look at all the costumes and creativity.

He was leaning against a lamp post, watching child—no, tonight they were otherworldly—ghouls and witches and goblins stroll by. A smile inched up his lips, green eyes trailing them with interest. Hell, he had to entertain himself somehow. He glanced down at his watch, obviously waiting for someone and looked back up and around. It was just like his best friend to always be late. The boy couldn’t be on time if he was paid to.

This year he had gone as a cat; a lost bet, for sure. A pair of black ears was atop his head, black like the hair beneath them. There was a leather collar around his neck, a silver ring dangling from it and words engraved in the metal piece above it, clearly reading Trevor. Dangling from the ring was a chain that descended all the way down his chest and the end with a handle he had slipped inside a belt loop. Impossibly tight black jeans, a tail attached to the back of his pants and a black mesh shirt. Jake’s idea, more or less. He was starting to vow that he would never lose a bet again. It could’ve been worse though, he could’ve made him wear the skirt.

He huffed and pushed off the post, ready to turn and just head home when he came face to face with Jake. Trevor jerked his head back in surprise and stumbled backwards a few feet.

“Hi,” the other male all but purred.

“Fucking shit, Jake! Were you trying to give me a heart attack?” Trevor glared at him. How long had he even been there?

He smirked and shrugged, icy blue eyes instead settled on the boy’s body, raking him up and down. “Shoulda gone with the skirt,” he noted.

Trevor raised a daring brow and shook his head.

“Not that you’re not a pretty kitty now.” He reached for the edge of the chain, after closing the space between them and gave a yank, forcing Trevor towards him.

“What are you supposed to be?” He changed the subject and looked down briefly. Jake looked like Jake.

Jake started to ball up the chain in his hand, fingers trailing up Trevor’s chest playfully as he did so. As he reached the top linked around the collar, he dropped it. His hand moved back to his side, but he left the space between them narrow. “Can’t you tell?” And then the smirk was back, upper lip lifted a little higher to show off white fangs.

“A vampire? Could you be any more predictable?” He had expected something a little more … well, something.

“Could you be any more annoying?” His mouth was saying one thing while his eyes were saying something else.

“Oh, bite me.” Trevor scoffed. At realization of his words, green eyes widened and he shook his head, hands lifting in resignation. “Not like that!”

But it was far too late. Jake took a step forward and another and with every step he took, Trevor stepped backwards. His back hit metal and before he could move away, Jake was against him. “It would be my pleasure.”

“Dude! Not in front of the kids.”

And then it was Jake’s turn to raise a brow, staring at him like he had claimed to see an alien. Like there wasn’t any logic behind what he was saying. Or maybe there was and Jake just didn’t care. “Shut up.”

“No! I don’t have to.”

“I said, shut up.” Jake repeated, his words laced with authority.

Trevor went silent as Jake’s hand found his hips. His fingers dug into the skin, hard enough to leave red marks. One hand lifted to the chain and he gave a sharp tug, causing the collar to slide down at an angle and only on one part, exposing pale flesh on Trevor’s neck.

“Heh.” And if that could even be called a warning it was all Trevor got. Jake leaned in, bared his mouth open wide and bit down on the skin. He used the tip of his tongue to brush across the sensitive skin, only to graze his teeth over the same spot.

The younger male just about died in place. The combo of teeth and tongue was like begging for instant death. He made a low noise in his throat, earning another smirk out of Jake.

“Kitty has some kink.” He drawled as he pulled away, almost sing-songing the last word. In a suggestive manner he dipped his tongue out and swiped it across his own lips, staring at Trevor.

How could he resist something like that? Trevor pushed off the post and crushed his lips against Jake’s, hand wrapping around the back of his neck, wasting no time in slipping his tongue past Jake’s lips and delving into his warm mouth. It didn’t seem like he was complaining since he leaned into it.

Jake’s hands were on his hips again, snaking around to rest on his lower back, easier for pulling him closer. He couldn’t be concerned with their surroundings or people, never was. His hands slid into the back pockets of Trevor’s jeans, gripping his ass through the fabric.

Trevor gasped against Jake’s lips, surprised but not against his actions. Or at least up until he heard the crash of something on the asphalt behind them and something spilling out of it. He broke the kiss to follow the noise, vision landing on a kid who couldn’t have been more than seven, staring up at them with wide eyes. Plastic pumpkin bucket on the ground, candy spread out around it.

“Shit!” He separated from Jake and moved to hide behind him, away from the slack-jawed little kid.

And Jake? Jake couldn’t stop laughing.

insanity? check. <3

2008-08-05T02:29:18Z

And with a claim like this you would have to be just a little insane.

beneath the docks [original!verse] trevor/jake @ mission_insane

Trevor Emerson and Jake Thompson are best friends born and raised in Long Beach, CA. They're connected to many people a few of which might show up in these fics. Jake is a serial killer and is not my character but I do have permission to write about him. Trevor is a hacker and has kleptomania and I could go on about both of them. However, I feel it would be better if you got to know them yourselves by reading. They both come from severly dysfunctional families and that made them who they are today. So, there's your warning be aware of it.

01. Horror	02. Places	03. Un-Themed Six	04. Un-Themed Four
05. Songs	06. Master Plots	07. Angst	08. Pounce!Porn
09. Crack	10. Emotions	11. Phrases	12. Fluff
13. Hurt/Comfort	14. Kink	15. Crimes	16. Saucy
17. Food	18. Colours	19. Un-Themed Five	20. Mental Illness

Horror

01.	Monster	02.	Nightmare
03.	Vampire	04.	Killer
05.	Psycho	06.	Mask
07.	Death	08.	Ouija Board
09.	Bleeding	10.	Grave

Places

01.	Office	02.	Park
03.	Bathroom	04.	Kitchen
05.	Subway/Underground	06.	Alley
07.	Aeroplane	08.	Changing Room
09.	Beach	10.	Forest

Un-Themed Six

01.	Taboo	02.	Special
03.	Want	04.	Beast
05.	Charisma	06.	Desperate
07.	Promise	08.	Paranoia
09.	Baggage	10.	Unrequited

Un-Themed Four

01.	Scandal	02.	Legend
03.	Cocoa	04.	Worthless
05.	Chef	06.	Eyes
07.	Book	08.	Trouble
09.	Easy	10.	Home

Songs

01.	Song	02.	Song
03.	Song	04.	Song
05.	Song	06.	Song
07.	Song	08.	Song
09.	Song	10.	Song

Master Plots

01.	Master Plot	02.	Master Plot
03.	Master Plot	04.	Master Plot
05.	Master Plot	06.	Master Plot
07.	Master Plot	08.	Master Plot
09.	Master Plot	10.	Master Plot

Angst

01.	Broken	02.	Lost
03.	Thinking Of You	04.	Deprived
05.	Regret	06.	I Wish
07.	If Only	08.	Heartsick
09.	Change	10.	Miss You

Pounce!Porn

01.	All Work And No Play…	02.	Surprise!
03.	There’s Something On Your Face	04.	Nobody’s Looking
05.	People Are Staring	06.	Quick, In Here!
07.	Did They See Us?	08.	Oh, Hello Officer…
09.	Where Did That Go?	10.	You’re Gorgeous When You’re Angry

Crack

01.	Fight	02.	Phone Call
03.	Dare	04.	Play
05.	Rough Housing	06.	Retro
07.	Kitten	08.	Hair
09.	Weird	10.	Apologise

Emotions

01.	Happy	02.	Sad
03.	Joy	04.	Vengeful
05.	Hope	06.	Compassion
07.	Shy	08.	Broody
09.	Confused	10.	Lonely

Phrases

01.	It’s All Fun And Games Until Somebody Loses An Eye	02.	It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time
03.	Oops	04.	Eureka!
05.	Do You Want Fries With That?	06.	Wild Horses Couldn’t Make Me…
07.	Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!	08.	Don’t Dream It, Be It
09.	Are You Insane?	10.	I’ve Never Felt Like This Before

Fluff

01.	Snuggle	02.	Lie In
03.	Cuddle	04.	Candy
05.	Dance	06.	Flirt
07.	Stolen Kisses	08.	Lazy Sunday
09.	Heart	10.	Love

Hurt/Comfort

01.	Pain	02.	Sore
03.	Sick	04.	Broken
05.	Fix Me	06.	Distrust
07.	Hold Me	08.	Haunted
09.	Forgive	10.	Blanket

Kink

01.	Bondage	02.	Blood
03.	Asphyxiation	04.	Fisting
05.	Threesome	06.	Voyeurism
07.	Hot Wax	08.	Leather
09.	Whip	10.	Sub/Dom

Crimes

01.	Trespass	02.	Murder
03.	Vandalism	04.	Abduction
05.	Smuggling	06.	Treason
07.	Theft	08.	Fraud
09.	Passion	10.	Self-Defense

Saucy

01.	Kiss	02.	Suck
03.	Nibble	04.	Bite
05.	Lick	06.	Taste
07.	Touch	08.	Stroke
09.	Fondle	10.	Nuzzle

Food

01.	Stew	02.	Ice-Cream
03.	Guacamole	04.	Gumbo
05.	Curry	06.	Strawberries
07.	Barley Sugar	08.	Cream
09.	Apples	10.	Mint

Colours

01.	Red	02.	Blue
03.	Yellow	04.	Green
05.	Orange	06.	Purple
07.	Black	08.	White
09.	Pink	10.	Grey

Un-Themed Five

01.	Moon	02.	Justice
03.	Fall	04.	Control
05.	Night	06.	Breathless
07.	Bed	08.	Winter
09.	Return	10.	Grieve

Mental Illness

01.	Schizophrenia	02.	Multiple (Dissociative) Personality Disorder
03.	Anxiety	04.	Panic Attacks
05.	Post Traumatic Stress	06.	Depression
07.	Bi-Polar	08.	Insomnia
09.	Pyromania	10.	Depersonalization Disorder

I Don't Care [WIP]

2008-07-23T09:57:54Z

Title: I Don't Care
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing(s): Akuroku. Maybe hinted at others.
Type: Oneshot, songfic, separated in segments.
Rating: Mature ... for language, I'm guessing.

I DON’T CARE

[ PART I ]

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| I try to make it through my life, in my way, there's you. |

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Break-ups weren’t really supposed to be the end of the world. They weren’t supposed to cling to you like groupies chasing down rockers outside of Denny’s. Clean, cut, and served. They were short and simple and hardly ever sweet. But once they happened, you moved on, you forgot, you met someone else and you got on with your life. That was how the game of love and war was played.

Roxas had never been on the receiving end of a break-up. Never. He always got bored first. Always wanted something more, someone more something. It’s not me, it’s you. Because there wasn’t anything wrong with him, it was always the other person. Honestly. This time around though, this time, he hadn’t even predicted there was something wrong. Hadn’t been able to call the shot before it happened. His policy was to stop someone from dumping him by beating them to the punch, but he thought He (because he didn’t say his name anymore) had been happy.

It had been a month and he was still thinking about it—Him. A month for fuck’s sake! What kind of prissy pansy-ass school girl had he turned into? He scoffed into the brisk autumn air, kicked at a pile of leaves someone had devoted time into raking up and walked on. Stupid leaves and stupid cold weather and stupid guy who used to be here and used to warm him up on days like these, who’s gone now. Roxas averted blue eyes to the pavement, watching his feet and his steps, counting them. If he counted them then maybe he wouldn’t think anymore.

One, two, three … He squinted at his sneakers, narrowing his eyes and leaning down just slightly to notice scribbles of pen. Pen scribbles that He had drawn. Teeth dug into his lower lip and he looked back up, muttering under his breath. A jumble of words that made the bum on the corner playing his guitar –with the suitcase in front of him— do a double take.

He stopped below a street lamp to lean against it, sighing and watching as the steam from his mouth spiraled out in front of him, only to sink down, down, down until it vanished into nothing. Gee, that was a common sentiment for his life at the moment. It felt like he couldn’t escape the memory, no matter how hard he tried. The town was littered with them, stained and tainted, irrevocably permanent. An aversion of his gaze to the left found him looking at a familiar café.

Roxas didn’t even like coffee. He frowned, glaring at the windows, couldn’t see the people inside and he didn’t care to, either. Stupid insignificant memories and coffee shops and bums on corners and street lamps and children smiling and couples holding hands and the idiot crossing the street with a shit eating grin and the ridiculous flaming h—Roxas gasped.

[ Part II ]

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| I try to make it through these lies, that’s all, I do. |

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Life wasn’t about spending the rest of it with one person. It was about living, getting out there and experiencing things while you were still capable. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen from one day to the next. What was the good of being tied down, unable to explore and see and do? Never look back, never slow down, never fall in love and always lie. That was his mother-fucking survival guide.

Axel only told half-truths or a fraction of the truth or a varied up version of the truth. Lying meant nobody got close. At least, when it counted, he lied. He could tell the truth about few things, but mostly he made things up. They changed, too. How he had gotten scars, family member’s names, favorite drinks, his first time – without change things were boring, plain, worthless.

A month had passed since his last rendezvous with what’s-his-face. He had been in and out of people’s beds, rolling in sheets and pushing people up against walls. He couldn’t stay in a relationship for an extended amount of time – he didn’t know how. Axel could be friends with someone forever, but throw in an I love you and he was fucking gone. At his rate, he could sign up for the Olympics and win, all someone would have to say were those three magical words.

He was on his way back to his apartment, walking down the street, with a bounce in his walk and a whistle. A little off-key, but his grin told the world that he didn’t give a rat’s ass that it was. Axel oozed confidence and lack of shame. Pale fingers lifted to run through that mess of blazing hair, falling back down to his side and slipping into his pocket, matching the other hand opposing it. He really hated the cold! It was better warm, sweating, burning his back with scorching heat. Axel practically radiated heat without ever having to wear much layers and he liked it that way – he’d always tell you he was cold though.

In his own little world, bubble unable to burst and rounded the corner of Shields St. He passed a blonde guy doing card tricks and smirked, fumbling in his pocket for some change. He flicked a quarter at the gambler, gave a nod of his head, before returning his hand to his pocket. Axel didn’t mind people on street corners – bums, hookers – they were good by him.

Axel kept on walking. Not thinking, not angsting, just being. He watched everyone with intent feline eyes, scanning their clothes and reveling in their eccentric style. Street people amused him. He could make up stories for them and names. And that was the beauty of it – he didn’t know them, they were fantasy people, people he didn’t mind seeing every day.

He reached the end of the block and paused, waiting for the cars to whizz past so he could cross. Green eyes turned to the left, watching a roaming vendor trying to pawn off some ‘treasure’ (crap) on some poor unsuspecting soul. Axel snickered and looked down, rocking on the heels of his converse, before stepping out into the street – cars gone. He lifted his head then, bright grin faltering for half a second. Axel managed to steady it as he looked over that kid.

“Yo,” he greeted, slowing his step. Two finger salute dropped back to his side as he studied the blonde.

Roxas looked skittish, like a kitten. The boy was going to bolt any second, hell, looked like he was going to dart in front of a moving car. And then he frowned, brushed past him with a hard shoulder and really did walk out in front of a moving car. The woman hit her brakes and the screech sounded and Roxas didn’t even flinch, just kept walking.

Axel had turned at an odd angle, watching him over his shoulder, before whipping around completely to stare. Left hand crossed over his chest to caress his right shoulder, brows furrowing. That was going to bruise. And just like that, he was smirking again.

look at my bby!

2008-06-16T22:12:55Z

This journal is . . .

2008-03-13T03:11:32Z

comment to be added.

fanfic! <3

2008-01-17T02:32:07Z

was Title: Remember Me
Author: not_a_total_sap
Series: Kingdom Hearts II
Pairing: Akuroku
Summary: Axel wants Roxas to remember him.
Progress: It's very much not done. And I'm not sure if I like it. SO continuing it or not is a question mark. It was supposed to be a oneshot. >>

It was weird. The last couple of days he kept seeing flashes of red out of the corners of his eyes, but no matter how fast he turned around, he’d never catch a full glimpse of whatever the red had been.

The first time it had happened, he merely assumed it to be a long day. He was tired and seeing things that weren’t necessarily there. However, it had been repeated every other day that week and it was starting to get to his head. The idea of telling one of his friends about it was out of the question. They tended to give him weird looks enough as it was. Granted, he loved them and they loved him, but there were just some things one didn’t worry their friends about if they wanted to keep them. Not that he was afraid they’d leave him, per se, but it wasn’t as if they could help him anyway.

Hayner, Pence, and Olette were better off not knowing about the fiery red things he had been seeing. Roxas would not be able to explain it to them even if he did want to. Olette would nod along with it and offer to help, noting that it could be posters, or someone in a bright shirt turning the corner. Hayner would tell him to just forget about it after getting annoyed about not being able to help him and Pence would just suggest some sea-salt ice cream. It fixed everything, after all.

It was the second week of these occurrences and he was on his way home from Twilight Town High, hands grasping onto the straps of his backpack as he treaded down the usual path home. Olette had stayed after to tutor Hayner in Geometry, which was beyond impossible and Pence had left school early on account of his dentist’s appointment. So, he was unaccompanied on said walk to his house. He was passing by the alleyway into the Usual Spot when it happened—a glimpse of red spiraling out of his vision happened, right around the corner. He gasped and stumbled in step, nearly tripped onto the cobblestone street.

Roxas had managed to catch his balance on the brick wall just in front of him. A blond brow lifted in curiosity and he couldn’t resist checking out the group’s hangout. Pence happened to wear red, but he doubted that was the case. Hands fell from the straps of his backpack as he neared the gate, it was ajar. Normally, the teens closed it before leaving. He narrowed his eyes, before nudging it open further and entering. Ragged curtains were draped this way and that, posters were in place, the old couch, and even that weird thing Hayner liked to sit on was in its proper place. He titled his head to the side and took a couple steps forward, before glancing at the opposing exit from the place. It was the less used one; it actually led out towards their neighborhood (Roxas’s house to be exact). It wasn’t until he heard something stir that he bothered to spin around and stare at the darkened corner by one of the cardboard boxes.

“Who’s there?” He called, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Maybe it was just a stray cat or something. It wasn’t unusual for animals to wander back into the place. It wasn’t until he squinted and caught the distinct frame of a human, that he started to back away. “It’s … you.” He stated dumbly.

“The one and only.” The figure replied, stepping out of the darkness and towards the blond.

“Keep away from me! I already told you to leave me alone. I-If you keep following me … I’ll inform the authorities!” It had completely slipped his mind that it could be the redhead that was following him. Yes, that fit together perfectly! This man, Axel, that had been his name, right? He’d come completely out of nowhere and sprouted nonsense out of his mouth about this thing called the Organization and how they were best friends—that they knew each other. He had no idea who he was, or what the Organization was. Maybe it was a gang, though those were hardly ever seen in a quaint place like TwilightTown.

A chuckle echoed off the walls of the hangout. “Look—I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s the jumbled idea spinning around in that pretty head of yours.” He made several motions with his hands as he spoke, obviously the kind that made gestures.

Roxas narrowed his eyes, but made no move to get out of there. “Oh, really? If that’s the truth, then why have you been following—no, stalking me? Because that’s what they call it when someone follows you around town and watches you without actually making themselves known.” He bit his lower lip, torn between curiosity and fear.

“I thought at this point it might be obvious, Roxie.” He declared, weight shifting to the other leg, hip jutting out with that movement.

“Don’t call me that. M-My Name’s Roxas. And answer my question.”

“Hn. You don’t hafta remind me—you’re the one that can’t remember.” He crossed his arms, before smirking. “I thought I made myself clear last time we had a confrontation, or did you forget that too?”

“What—Forget it. I don’t know why I’m bothering. You’re insane!” Roxas snapped. “There’s no such thing as the Organization and my best friend’s name is Hayner. I’m sorry, Axel. I don’t know who you are.”

Axel took several steps forward, closing the distance between them, and narrowed his eyes at the shorter teen. “But you do know me, Roxas.”

“Afraid not.”

The redhead growled and punched the brick wall behind Roxas that he’d unknowingly backed up towards. Axel stared at his fist for a moment, before shifting his gaze to the blue ones that stared at him, laced in fear. “Then why are you here?”

“Because I wanted to find out who was following me around!” He snapped.

“You found out the moment you laid eyes on me—you could’ve left, but you stayed.” Axel pointed out accusingly.

Roxas glanced down, ignoring the close proximity of Axel. It wasn’t like he was wrong. The thing was, it wasn’t only in his consciousness that he saw these flashes of red. He’d started to dream about it too. It was like no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape it. There were memories in his head that he was certain had never had a place there before, pieces of something bigger—Axel flashing in and out, but then gone the moment he tried to focus in on it. But he was intimidated to admit this. “…I—we—it’s all like static in my head. Either your insanity is rubbing off on me, or you’re telling the truth.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s hard to hold onto, but you’re in my head, Axel. It’s fuzzy a-and I’m not even sure if it’s real.”

Brilliant, emerald eyes remained locked with Roxas’s blue vision, never leaving. Axel was hanging onto the edge of every word and it was unlike him to settle for less, even if he did usually take the scraps left for him by the blond. No, this time it was all or nothing. “I’ll make you remember.” He declared, before dropping his now bruised hand from the wall and to Roxas’s shoulder. Axel held the blond there, before trailing to the collar of his shirt, grasping onto it and pulling the boy roughly onto his tiptoes. The redhead closed his eyes and pressed his lips down against the younger male’s.

“Axel?” The blond was a little confused at his words, but anyone could tell where it was leading when Axel’s hands began to roam closer. “Hey—let me go!” His eyes widened as Axel leaned in and captured his lips with his own. Roxas pushed against Axel’s chest with his hands, trying to get him off of him, he even kicked his legs around a bit, but the redhead was having none of it. Instead, the redhead deepened the kiss by tilting his head to an angle, his hand moving up to rest on the side of Roxas’s cheek as he gently caressed.

Roxas settled into the kiss and eased up, hands clutching at Axel’s leather cloak as he did so. His eyes closed and he gave into the kiss, with someone he might’ve once known, but it just felt … right. Axel set him on his feet at that point and the blond stared up at him dazedly through thick lashes, blinking at him. He smirked and shoved the straps of the khaki bag off of Roxas’s shoulders. It hit the ground with a thud, but Roxas’s eyes were too busy staring at Axel’s lips.

“I still don’t remember.” Roxas stammered out.

“No? Let me jog your memory then.” Axel leaned down and ran his tongue teasingly over Roxas’s lips, before taking the bottom one between his teeth and lightly nibbling down. He released the offended flesh which was beginning to swell from pressure, dropped his hand from Roxas’s cheek and took a step back.

Roxas frowned at the loss of contact and opened his eyes to find Axel smirking down at him, fingers on the zipper of his cloak. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Axel countered.

The blond blushed and looked down. He kind of … wanted to remember. The sound of a zipper being tugged down caused him to glance up quickly, blush intensifying. “Are you kidding me!? Someone could come back here at any time a-and who even said I wanted you to get naked?”

Axel snorted. “Let them watch; maybe we can teach ‘em a thing or two. Besides as I recall you always did like people watching.” He shook his head. “Nobody had to say it.” He replied cockily.

Roxas groaned and blushed again. “What? That was a one time thing, Ax. And you fucking know it.” His eyes widened and he reached up to cover his mouth. Had that come out of his mouth?

A happy grin grazed Axel’s features. “The clothes come off and you start to remember. I wish I’d known that a week ago.” He scoffed. “I would’ve pranced around the whole fucking town naked if I knew it’d bring you back.”

“I’m still me, Axel. I don’t remember – I don’t know what that was.”

“I believe they call it progress, which we’re not making as far as sex is concerned. This is the part where you take your clothes off.” He stated, eyeing Roxas with a raised brow. He hadn’t entirely lost his clothes however, considering he was wearing boxers under the cloak and really nothing else.

“I—what—NO! I am not having sex with you … you—you perverted freak of a stalker!”

“Oh, Roxie. I thought we were past this.” He feigned hurt and sighed.

Roxas shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He began to lean against the wall, simply for support. He needed all the support he could get right now. It felt like his mind was trying to split at the seams, like someone was cramming just too much information in at one point and time. It felt like mid-terms. God, he hated that feeling. It wasn’t until he felt movement on his lower half that he managed to pull himself out of his thoughts. Axel was on his knees below him, one hand on the waistband of his pants, the other pulling down the zipper. The button had already been undone and he found himself wondering how he hadn’t noticed that. “What the hell, Axel?! No means no. First stalking, now rape?”

“It’s not rape if you yell surprise first.” He flashed a wolf-like grin up at Roxas. “Surprise!”

Witness Protection Program: Fanfic [Chap One]

2008-01-15T02:57:41Z

Title: Witness Protection Program
Author:</a></font></b></a>not_a_total_sap
Rating: M. Possibly higher.
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Akuroku, Soriku. (Possibly Kairi/Selphie)
Summary: AU. Roxas and Sora are brothers and life doesn't exactly go the way they planned, so they end up in the Witness Protection Program obviously due to something they witnessed. Its their attempt at starting things over with a better outlook. Their neighbors are Riku and Axel and whether or not that's a good thing is a bit debatable.
Word Count: 4,130

Prologue

Chapter One: The Neighbors

“Get your god damned hands off of my brother!” He was seeing red. It didn’t matter what anyone else had to say. He saw what he saw. Riku’s fucking groping hands all over Sora. Who in the HELL did he think he was? The guy didn’t even know him and he was already looking for excuses to touch him.

“It’s not what you think!” Sora shouted, but Roxas was lost in overprotective anger. The next thing he knew, he'd be walking in on Riku with his hands down Sora’s pants. Okay, so not something he wanted to picture. Bad brain, bad.

He didn’t care that Sora was screaming in his ear. Didn’t care that his hands were trying to grasp at Roxas's sides, was numb to the pressure of his nails scratching into his skin, trying to pull him off of Riku. The blond growled. He’d come flying out the door and had tackled Riku, with no second thoughts. All because his hands had been on Sora's ass.

Not the kind of thing a guy really wants to see. Roxas had raised a fist and hovered it threateningly over Riku’s face, glaring down at him, but he still had that overconfident smirk on his face. “What,” Roxas snarled,” and don’t you dare fucking lie—were you doing to him? Aside from the obvious.”

“He was helping me. I—“ Sora. So young, so naïve. Nice kid, but really needed to learn to close his mouth once and awhile.

“—I wasn’t asking you,” Roxas interjected. His free hand was gripping Riku’s shoulder, nails digging sharply into the fabric there. “I was asking this idiot on the ground here. The one who, when I came outside, had the nerve to grope your—“

“Enough,” Riku spat.

A glare settled on Riku. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. The question passed, you refused to answer, and that means: Shut the fuck up.”

The smirk slide flat off of his face and Roxas wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have been so headstrong about it. It was too bad that his regrets—as horrible as it was to learn that he had them—came so late in the game.

“No, he’s right. Enough! It’s not what you think at all. I mean, you came in a bad time, sure. I’m not going to tell you didn’t see anything, because you did. But it wasn’t Riku’s fault!” Nothing he said was going to change the fact that Roxas hated Riku, or that he still had a ‘I-want-him-to-die-in-the-most-cruel-and-unusual-way-possible’ look on his face. “—Are you even listening to me?”

Roxas rolled his eyes and gave a stubborn nod. “Yeah, I heard you, Sora.”

“Then . . . get off of him?”

He grunted and complied. Once he was on his feet, however, he heaved a kick to Riku's ribs. He had been asking for it. It wasn’t like it was hard to notice the smile he gave to Sora. He thought he won. Bull-fucking-shit. No. He didn’t win that easily. The only reason the blond even bothered to get off of his sorry ass was because that was what Sora wanted and although the things Sora wanted didn’t always make sense to him, they were sometimes the best way to approach a situation. With the exception of kicking Riku. That he deserved. And no pout from Sora was going to make him think otherwise.

“What’s your problem, Roxas?!”

Riku groaned and reached for Roxas's while he was walking away. He was three seconds away from falling face first into the mud. Thank you, Sora. Of all the times for him to decide to do chores, he chose to water the grass and dirt on the day he got into a fight with one of their neighbors.

He was on his feet and reaching for Riku, only to have his feet kicked out from under him again. Roxas landed on his ass in the mud and exhaled roughly through his nostrils.

Riku's chest heaved and his muscles were visibly tense. Sora couldn’t stop glancing between the two males, eyes wide. He didn’t know who he wanted to defend; the hot neighbor who was swooning over him like a desperate cat in heat or his brother.

“Forget it,” Rox muttered. He stood up, covered in mud and headed towards the house. He could feel Riku’s smirk. He didn’t even need to look. Riku may have won the battle, but the war was only getting started. He’d gotten Roxas in a moment of weakness—the rifle had been unloaded. It meant nothing, because the next time around he was coming prepared. Canons out and fuses lit—he wouldn’t hold back for anyone; not even Sora.

“Have fun with your boyfriend.” The words were tossed over his shoulder, and there was no way Sora missed the slam of the front door. Apparently, their parents weren’t the only family members that had loyalty issues. At least that was Roxas's thoughts on the matter.

***

“I’m sorry about my brother. Sometimes he forgets that I’m my own person and I can take care of myself.” He frowned then, appearing to take in the image of Riku. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” The slam of the door had caused him to wince at that point and he blushed at the boyfriend comment.

“What that little twig? Are you kidding me?” Riku rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Sora, attempting to comfort him. He’d seen the wince. Riku was more concerned about the remark from Roxas and more importantly, the fact that Sora hadn’t denied it. “So, Sora, you gonna have some fun with your boyfriend or what?” The smug smirk came just after the comment.

It had been meant as a play on Roxas’s words, he knew that, but he couldn’t let it slide. As much as he liked the touch of Riku’s arm around his shoulders, Sora shrugged it off. It wasn’t complete rejection, but his brother was pissed and he couldn’t just blow him off because he liked their neighbor. “Have some strictly PG-13 rated fun with my friend that’s a boy? Sure.” So, sue him. He actually could. He never had before in his life. Roxas would get over it.

“Great. But you do know that there’s slight gropage and kissing in PG-13 rated movies, right?” A daring brow raised and he snickered in Sora’s direction.

“Well, that’s a good thing,” Sora said. “I mean, uhm, well, because you already got the groping out of the way.” He nudged Riku with his elbow, before rolling his eyes at himself and his attempt at being perverted.

***

“Oh, you big, manly God of manliness. Let me rape you with my eyes,” a higher-pitched voice sounded in the room as Sora looked Riku up and down outside. Yes, Roxas was watching his brother through the blinds and doing voice-overs. He didn’t think he was too far off from what they were really saying, either.

“Whatever you like, princess.” A deeper voice, definitely had Riku down to a par. “But, wait! I must touch you. I’ve never felt such an attraction to a man before. Isn’t my hair pretty?” He despised him and he hardly knew him. He couldn't recall anyone that he disliked as much as him. Except for maybe his parents, but he was pretty sure that they didn't count. It was mutual to dislike them.

He couldn’t believe that Sora had managed to shrug Riku’s arm off of him. “Oh, please don’t touch me. I want you so bad, but why not prolong my hormonal torture and pretend I’m straight?”

Roxas still held the blinds open and stared at Riku, wondering what exactly he was trying to pull. “Oh, well, good thing then. It just so happens that I’m really a woman, denying my true—“

“—Talk about insanity with a capital ‘I’. Not even the shrinks are gonna be able to fix this up with a ‘And how does that make you feel?’ ‘Cause shit . . . I feel like I just walked into a B rated movie.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, but luckily he recognized the voice. It was their other neighbor. Riku’s roommate: Axel. It didn’t make Roxas feel any better though. He was still glaring. Mostly because he had not been able to hear him enter the room. “Do you always break, enter, and creep up on unsuspecting young boys?”

“More than I’d like to admit actually.” Axel scratched at the back of his head and glanced around as if he hadn’t done anything wrong, well until he offered a retort. “Do you always spy on your brother through the blinds?”

“One, what the hell are you doing in my house and two,”Roxas crossed the room towards him, arms folded, eyes narrowed. “How the fuck did you get inside unnoticed?” He wasn’t about to answer Axel's question.

He flashed a lopsided grin and closed the space between them. “Oh, come on, Roxie. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Roxas felt like he could slap the look off of Axel's face. “Shut up. The name’s Roxas, you idiot.”

He chuckled and leaned down so the two of them were at eye level, revealing just how lacking Roxas was in the height department. “Oooh, I like ‘em when they get feisty.” He winked and pushed past the blond, letting his eyes roam over the room, the couch, the lack of pictures, and then he shrugged.

Roxas glared daggers as Axel plopped down on the couch and lifted his legs to cross on the coffee table. The blond could only stare at the redhead's boots and the dirt caked in the crevices on the bottom of them. “You do realize I’m the one who cleans that table.” His voice had dropped an octave; it was monotone now. Nevermind that Roxas had already managed to get mud over one side of the couch from the fight with Riku. Though luckily he had cleaned his face up; that had to count for something.

“Oh, do you?” he replied, feigning interest. Roxas glanced up from his boots and met his eyes. Axel was looking at his nails, fingers bent towards him and he looked over them to smile at the blond. “Tell me, do you wear a kinky little maid’s outfit when you clean this table? ‘Cause if that’s the case – I’ll be breaking in a lot more often to dirty it up.”

The younger boy's cheeks turned red. Roxas found it hard to muster up anything in response to his comment. Of course, that was how he reacted to a lot of things these days. “You’re such an asshole.” That didn’t stop the fact that he found himself crossing the room towards the couch and taking a seat next to him.

“Aren’t I just?” He replied, mimicking Rox's tone. “Come to think of it, this couch is looking on the dirty side. You clean it as well? ‘Cause I wouldn't mind seeing you bent over on it.” He winked at Roxas. It became quite obvious that he wanted Axel to fall over and die at that exact moment.

He could tell by just this one encounter, that things in this town were going to be a lot more interesting than he'd first thought. The one thing he couldn’t decide was whether or not that was a good thing. Axel grinned at the fact that Roxas had ignored him. He was thinking ‘Axel: 1, Roxas: 0’.

"By the way, Rox, should I even ask what was going on when I entered the room? Yanno, the whole, you were doing two different voices and—“ Roxas turned to look at him and their gazes met, only they both looked away a second later. "I'll take that as answer enough," he mumbled. The blond smiled. A real one. The first one in a long time, well, for anyone besides Sora.

“Axel?” There was a smile in his voice.

“Hm?”

Roxas reached over and punched him in the shoulder, earning a pained noise from Axel and a glare. “Get your feet off of the table.” Axel obeyed and let his boots rest on the ground and Roxas grinned as the redhead rubbed the offended appendix. Roxas reached for the remote and turned the television on.

Maybe . . . maybe it could be a good thing, he thought.

* * *

Sora was currently raiding Riku’s fridge, door wide open as he browsed the contents, half-bent over as he did so. “Gee, Riku. Don’t you have anything edible in here?” A pout resided on his features for a moment as he continued opening the bottom drawers and shifting things around.

The silver-haired male, however, was having a little bit of difficulty responding to that question when the other was bent over and wiggling his bottom around oh-so temptingly. He began to lean against the counter, resting on his elbows as he stared perversely at the brunette. “With Axel around? I don’t know. He eats just about everything in sight.” He looked away finally.

“He’s worse than my old dog then.” He sighed and stood up to full height, closing the fridge door and opening the freezer. “Ooh! Sea-salt ice cream! Man, Roxas and I live off of these things.” He reached for one and unwrapped it, only to turn around and notice Riku beginning to walk away. He opened his mouth to ask the other where he was going, but was silenced when he pulled his shirt over his head. Blue eyes refocused on his ice cream and he hopped onto the counter, settling on lightly swinging his legs back and forth.

Riku seemed to notice the quick darting of his gaze and he grinned. He’d done it merely so he could get out of the mud-caked clothing, but after the blush and silence he’d settled on the idea that he wasn’t the only one feeling the pull of attraction. He left the room and entered with fresh clothes, only to approach Sora who’d taken a seat on the island smack dab in the center of their kitchen. “So, wanna play some games?”

It was really the last thing on Riku’s mind, but he wasn’t as bad as Axel by any means. No, Riku had modesty and understood proper courting. Axel, on the other hand, took whatever it was that he wanted and thought about the consequences later. Sora beamed and hopped off of the counter. “Sounds like a plan. But … don’t think I’ll go easy on you!”

Riku smiled and led Sora to his bedroom, shaking his head lightly. “Heh. I’d never think that, Sora. However, something tells me you’ll be far too easy.” He ignored the pout and turned on the system, despite the fact that Sora was muttering something about how he’d kick Riku’s ass and make him regret that comment via whatever game they played.

***

Roxas had apparently fallen asleep to whatever had been on television. Axel had taken the remote and turned it to MTV, because he awoke to some crappy reality show. Was it mentioned that he'd fallen over and into Axel's lap? He had been sleeping (comfortably) on his lap, face buried in his crotch, and was nuzzling it. Disgusting and embarrassing much? Roxas's face was burning as he pulled away with wide eyes, gasped, and stared straight ahead.

Axel chuckled and reached over to ruffle his hair. Roxas hadn’t even realized he was awake until that noise. His cheeks grew hotter with the blush, if that were even possible.

“Was I a nice pillow?” He purred.

Roxas's eyes narrowed several degrees, but he couldn’t exactly bring himself to look at the other. Not so Axel could just use the blush against him and hold it over his head, because everything for the redhead was blackmail. Everything he said was just fucking laced in sarcasm. There were several times that Axel was serious, but those are few and far between and really, really, REALLY hard to imagine as reality.

“Well?” He urged, grin intact.

Roxas leaned over and punched him again, rolling his eyes as Axel whined. “Take it like a man."

“I’ll show you take it like a man.” Axel snarled.

A side-glance was sent in Axel's direction as Roxas snickered. “You wish.” He stood from his place on the couch and crossed the room, shutting the television off from the button upon the screen. Axel groaned. He was probably still watching the crappy show, not that Rox cared. The obnoxious redhead could stare at the god damned blank screen and enjoy its . . . well . . . blankness.

“I was watching that.” He declared bluntly, annoyance lingering.

“Really?”A pointed look followed my comment. “Huh. Good for you.” Roxas turned his back on Axel and smiled. His eyes were on Roxas's back. That really had to of ticked him off and Roxas would be lying if he dared to say that he didn’t enjoy pushing Axel's very delicate buttons.

Axel didn’t say anything, but he’d plopped his boots back onto the table with a thud. His trademark smirk had resurfaced after that rude comment, though it was more out of frustration than anything else. Roxas was not the only one that liked to push buttons.

“Put your feet down.” Roxas demanded, having turned around at the sudden noise.

“Make me.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Oh, will you?” He laughed. “I’d like to see you try.” The redhead crossed his arms against his chest, with his right arm over his left and the fingers of his left hand rested snuggly on his right bicep. Said fingers lightly thrummed on the muscle, one black painted nail after the other.

The anger began to rise inside of Roxas and he growled. Where does he get off acting like this in my house?! If he thought Roxas was going to let him get away with putting his fucking dirty ass feet on his fucking table Axel had something coming for him. Something he didn’t want. Axel wanted to play ball? Well, they'd fucking play. Hardcore.

Roxas was back across the room in less than a minute and had straddled Axel's lap, knees resting on either side of his thighs as Roxas locked his hands on Axel's shoulders. He knew Axel found him attractive. Axel's arms were in his way, so he firmly ran his hands down the length of Axel's chest to and easily unfolded them with a rough stroke of his hands. Axel had a snide look on his face at that point. Not that Roxas really cared.

“Rox, what’re you doing?”

“Winning.” Axel donned a confused look, but it went ignored by Roxas as he rubbed the palms of his hands over the shirt clad torso, thumbs brushing over the redhead's nipples. Axel ran his hands up Roxas's thighs and tried to slip them under his shirt, but Roxas grabbed onto Axel's wrists and pushed his arms back to his sides. Axel didn’t look all that pleased. Still holding his arms in place, Roxas ran his tongue across Axel's lips, only to place a soft kiss in its wake. He climbed off of the older male and began to walk away. After all, his legs had fallen from the table. That had been all Roxas had wanted.

Though Axel had other ideas. His legs had splayed open a bit to leave a spot between his legs for someone to sit, presumably Roxas. When he'd gotten up, Axel grabbed onto his hips and tugged forcefully. Roxas plopped down right between his legs and almost panicked. What the hell did Axel think he was doing?

Axel’s arms wrapped possessively over the smaller's middle and Roxas bit his lower lip. The things he got himself into never ceased to amaze him.

“Roxas.” His hands had trailed down from the blond's waist to his thighs at that point, only to slide back up and rest at the hem of his pants.

Rox glanced down and lifted a brow. Does he really think I'm that easy? What a sad, sad man he found Axel to be. He was probably thinking he was gonna get some. Newsflash: not all blondes are easy, but most of them do enjoy teasing.

And tease he did. With his back pressed against Axel's chest, he rubbed down against him and pushed back up, arching his back as he rubbed his ass against Axel. He groaned. Boy, wasn’t he auditory. Roxas did it a few more times and bit down on his lip again when Axel's hands had slid beneath his shirt to softly caress his skin. The redhead leaned in and lightly nipped at Roxas's neck and trailed a series of kisses on top of it.

Axel’s hands had loosened and Roxas hurried out of the bastard’s grasp so Axel couldn’t tug him back down. When he felt confident, he had turned to face Axel, but what he didn’t get was the mocking look on Axel's face. What did he have to mock Roxas about? “Told you I was winning!” The blond declared proudly.

Axel slumped in his place on the couch and gave Roxas a sultry look. “Oh, no. I dare to venture and say I won this one, Rox.”

Roxas frowned. He had gotten Axel's god damned feet off of the table, so what in the world could he be—Oh. That. Roxas's eyes widened and his hands shot down to cover his arousal. His skin had flushed darker and it wasn't from the previous activity. Asshole. He hadn’t thought that Axel had the same effect on him as he did on Axel.

The blond narrowed his eyes. He heard the other male laughing in the other room. It sounded like he was going into a hysterical fit. It wasn’t like Roxas could blame him though. The guy really had flair. Axel had played his game and beaten him at it. Definitely not something Roxas was used to. He really had to will any perverse thoughts away to keep his boner from being quite so obvious.

If it wasn’t for Sora . . . none of this would’ve happened. Note to self: Kick his ass when he gets home. He was probably off with Riku still, doing god knows what, but he hoped it was nothing like what he was doing with Axel. ‘Cause that’d be just asking for an early grave.

***

The brothers at least had one thing in common; they both loved playing games. However, Roxas’s games differed from Sora’s preferred ones. Sora rather liked playing games as in actual existing ones and the blond liked mind games. He liked them a lot, but he didn’t usually do them intentionally. Or, well, that was what Sora liked to think.

He tossed his controller down on the carpet and frowned at the screen. He’d lost again. It wasn’t as if he was horrible, it was that Riku was so much better at gaming than he was. And he’d thought he was the best of the best too. He’d been served and now he was pouting.

“Oh, come on, Sora. You said not to go easy on you.”

“How was I supposed to know you were going to be all with the cheating and super code knowing and, and, and … stupid.” He crossed his arms.

“I wasn’t cheating.”

“Then how did you get all of those weapons so fast?” He crossed his arms and skeptically eyed the silver haired male.

“I … used some cheat codes.”

“Aha! I knew it. You did cheat.” He jumped to his feet and pointed at Riku.

“Actually, Sora. I really don’t think I needed all those weapons to pawn you.” Sora’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“Take that back!”

He smirked his silent response.

Sora was never one to stay angry for long, so he rolled his eyes and shoved Riku’s shoulder. “Alright, fine. I suck and I’m admitting defeat. Happy?”

“Very.” He paused. “It’s just a game though – you’re not really mad, are you?” He brushed the silver hair out of his face and glanced up at the brunette, concern lingering in his aquamarine eyes.

“No.” He replied too quick, obvious that the defeat had wounded him just a little.

Riku smiled and got to his feet, only to wrap his arms around the brunette in a friendly embrace. “Don’t let it get to you. Sure, I’m good at fighting games, but I bet you’d beat me hands down at something like DDR or a racing game.” Sora cheered up and returned the hug.

“Well, duh.”

Riku chuckled and released him. He wondered if Axel was having this much fun.

Preview of Chapter Two:

Roxas groaned in defeat. “Fucking perv. I bet you’d know all about back roads.”

“Do you want to?” An innocent look crossed Axel’s features.

“What?” The blond frowned and didn’t quite grasp what Axel was asking, until he noted the innocent look. When that was on any pervert’s face, it wasn’t good. That much he knew. The answer to his question dawned on him, even before Axel explained what he meant.

“Fuck a perv – do you want to? ‘Cause I’m right here.” He purred.

Witness Protection Program: Fanfic

2008-01-15T02:46:06Z

Title: Witness Protection Program
Author:

not_a_total_sap
Rating: M. Possibly higher.
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Akuroku, Soriku. (Possibly Kairi/Selphie)
Summary: AU. Roxas and Sora are brothers and life doesn't exactly go the way they planned, so they end up in the Witness Protection Program obviously due to something they witnessed. Its their attempt at starting things over with a better outlook. Their neighbors are Riku and Axel and whether or not that's a good thing is a bit debatable.
Word Count: 461

Prologue

So, let's get one thing straight, if nothing else -- I really hate my family with the exception of my twin brother. Now, you're probably thinking . . . Well, that's a lousy thing to say but it's not. Not if you knew them for who they were, what they were, and at what price they were willing to sell out their own kin.

My name is Roxas. I'm pretty average, aside from undergoing an alias that isn't my own. My brother, Sora, isn't the brightest crayon in the box, or in the department store, really. But he is what he is; he's Sora and there's no other way that I'd have him.

As the older brother (by ten minutes) it's in my job description to play hero, to pull him out of any given situation that threatens his life, at any rate ranging from gun point to a cut from some damned sharp object that some idiot was foolish enough to leave out in the open, where he could access it.

It's a segue into the fact that my parents weren't the best at their jobs; at least not the instinctive ones they gained by producing kids. No, it's always been just us. Our parents were more like robots and a part of me has picked up that tactic, but I still have emotions, even if I'm not keen on showing them.

My parents gave lousy a whole new definition and had I been in someone else's shoes, I might've called their ruthlessness fucking brilliant. But I'm in nobody's shoes but my own and from my point of view, things were Fucked Up. Yes, with capitals. What they did deserves capital letters, through and through.

See, my parents were more or less, contract killers. For the less knowledgeable, that means, they'd kill anyone, anywhere, for a price--for just about anyone willing to pay. As you can probably figure by that last line; they're loyalties were pretty, well ... nonexistent. They were wishy-washy and shifted to the person with the most cash.

Since Sora and I were little, they were in and out of the house. We usually ended up at home, alone, curled up next to each other on the twin bed we shared. If we were lucky, we'd occasionally be dropped off at a distant relative's house, or set as a burden upon the elderly neighbors that were kind enough not to refuse. Growing up was no walk in the park, but I learned something from it . . . a very valuable lesson indeed.

Everyone has a secret and most people will stop at nothing to make sure it stays low-profile.

The hectic part of our life began with that ridiculous secret that they wanted to preserve.

I’d go into more detail, but I think Sora’s making an idiot of himself outside . . . in front of our douchebag neighbors. What were their names again? Something lame. Alex and Rick? Nah, definitely not it. Dumbass and Cuntface? Oooh, I’m so close. I can feel it.

One of their names sounds like peak-a-boo and the other was a car part. Dick-u and Axel? Well, those sound about right. Not that Dick-u actually rhymes with peek-a-boo though. Oh, right. It’s Riku.

And the only reason I know that is because I can hear Sora swooning over his name from outside. Excuse me while I go kick some silver-haired ass.

Chapter One

Ying & Yang - 1/100

2007-10-31T03:49:50Z

Title: Ying and Yang
Author: not_a_total_sap

Claim: Axel

Theme: Ice Cream (038)
Word Count: 275

Rating: G
Summary: Axel has an inner monologue about sea-salt ice cream and relates it to someone he can't forget.

Ice cream. They say it’s one of the best treats in the world.

Twlight Town is infamous for its delicious sea-salt ice cream. It’s unquestionable blasphemy to visit and avoid trying it. You can’t be a local without having an addiction to the flavor—sweet on the first bite and salty in the next. It’s the perfect combination; it’s like ying and yang.

Can’t really have one without the other, yanno?

On every corner, there’s a passerby with a blue ice cream in hand. All the best merchants are sure to have them in stock, or their business isn’t really business at all. It’s a sitting market.

There’s not a place I can go without seeing sea-salt ice cream.

Some people think that if you constantly see something, eventually you’re going to want it. I see sea-salt everywhere. Every day. So, that type of advertising doesn’t exactly work on a nobody like me. It goes right over my head.

I had my last sea-salt ice cream on the Clock Tower with Roxas. It’s not that I’ve grown tired of them, or that I’ve never liked them to begin with. It’s nothing like that.

It's just . . .the sea is to the salt as Roxas was to me. I know that we don't have hearts and that neither of us could ever imagine what emotions were like, but being with each other was the next best thing. It was real and we merely co-existed; it was the closest thing to being alive that we had. That and . . .

Sea-salt ice cream was his favorite; it just doesn’t feel right eating one without him.