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The Boy Next Door	By : Azurela Category: Kingdom Hearts > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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..Roxas kept thinking of the red-head, no matter how hard he tried to stop. In a last ditch effort to make it stop, he decided to turn on his stereo; maybe loud music would occupy the blond's mind so much, that he wouldn't be capable of thinking about the red-head. It sounded like a fairly good plan to him. Roxas sat up and moved to get up from his bed to turn on the stereo but paused when he saw a flash of something red in his peripheral vision. What was that? He wondered, slowly turning toward it. Roxas froze, eyes widening. The red-head he couldn't stop thinking about was standing in his doorway, staring right at him.
What is he doing here?? Roxas wondered feeling apprehension. His heart began to race like it had earlier that night, when the red-head's arms fell to his sides and he began to slowly walk toward the blond. Roxas' brain told him that he should move, that he should ask his mother why the red-head was here, but for some reason, his body wouldn't respond. All Roxas could do as stare at the red-head while thoughts about him took over his mind again.
As if he knew what the blonde was thinking, the red-head smirked at Roxas right as he stopped in front of him. Roxas looked up into that pretty face, but for some reason, couldn't quite determine what color his eyes were, which struck Roxas as weird. He looked at the other, confused, and opened his mouth to say something, but didn't get the chance to because the red-head grabbed his collar and pulled him up into a fiery kiss so quickly that the blond's mind couldn't register what was happening. Roxas had been caught off guard and the red-head seemed to know it, using it fully to his advantage. Wasting no time he thrust his tongue inside Roxas' mouth, making the blond shiver. The red-head definitely knew what he was doing, the blonde would give him that. Roxas tried to pull away, but the red-head's grip was too strong. Despite being so skinny, he was pretty damn strong, the blonde thought, surprised that he was being overpowered so easily, and even more so when he hit his bed and the red-head straddled him. Funny; Roxas couldn't even remember moving.
The red-head held Roxas down with one hand and started to memorize the blond's body with the other. Feeling that hand move along his body felt good, the blonde thought, fighting back a moan. Roxas' eyes widened even more when he realized what he'd thought. He struggled underneath the red-head again, but couldn't shake him off. The red-head seemed to be encouraged by the action, delving deeper into Roxas' mouth, making him moan. God he was a good at this, the blonde thought. Suddenly, Roxas found himself not minding nearly as much that the other was forcing himself on him, wanting him to continue. The hand traveled lower… and lower, making the blond moan into the red-head's mouth once again.
Roxas wrapped his arms around the red-head's back, pulling their bodies closer together. That's when the red-head started to pull his mouth away from the blond's, smirking and biting his lower lip when he made a noise of protest…
The blond jerked out of his sleep, covered in a cold sweat, bolting upright. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! His mind screamed. Roxas couldn't believe that he'd had a dream like that. When had he even fallen asleep anyway? And more importantly… what did it mean? Why the red-head kissed him, and had he liked it?... even if it wasn't real. Roxas looked over at his clock groaning. It was 3:00 A.M. and he was still very tired, so he laid back down on his side, yawning. Sleep seemed far more appealing to him at the moment than more confusion. He could always think about it later, he decided. It's not like he had anything better to do for the rest of the weekend, since his friends were too busy being good girlfriends and boyfriends.
Roxas yawned once more before he closed his eyes. He vaguely wondered if he would dream of the red-head again, before he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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When Roxas woke again, it wasn't to the sunlight coming through his window like it usually did on Saturday mornings. No, for some reason, his mom had decided to wake him up, and was roughly shaking him since he decided that he favored burying himself under his covers over waking up.
"Come on Roxas," she said impatiently, "Wake up, I have to go to work."
"Then why do I have to wake up?" Roxas grumbled.
"Because," she said sighing, "I need you to cook the casserole I made in about an hour."
"Why?" Roxas asked, finally coming out from under the covers and sitting up, yawning.
"It's a house-warming-welcome-to-the-neighborhood for our new neighbors. They arrived yesterday," she explained. "Then I need you to take it over to their house."
Roxas felt his heart pounding. What if he ran into him? Roxas wondered. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready to face the red-head after that dream last night. "Can't dad do it?" Roxas asked quickly.
Tifa raised an eyebrow at her son. "He has to work too."
"Then can't you when you get back?" Roxas asked hopefully.
Tifa looked at Roxas disapprovingly. "It'll be cold by the time I get back. Look Roxas, I'm not asking that much out of you. It's not like it's that early, its 9:45," she pointed out. "Besides," she continued, "I think they have a son about your age. Maybe you can be friends."
Roxas looked down not sure what to think about that last statement.
"Now get up, seriously, I have to leave," she said, walking to the hall.
Roxas sighed as she left the room, grudgingly doing as he was told. He knew if he didn't, he'd regret it later.
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Roxas found himself in his kitchen nearly an hour later after making himself presentable and cleaning up his room. He couldn't really go outside in his pajamas later, after all.
Roxas went to the refrigerator, looking for the casserole, spotting it easily. It was the only item of food in there with a note attached to it. He read over the instructions quickly before following them.
Once the casserole was cooking in the oven, Roxas grabbed a granola bar and walked to the living room to watch TV. He didn't really know what else to do for about an hour. He could go back to sleep; but he was already too awake. Besides, it wouldn't be good for him if he burnt his mother's casserole.
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Roxas left his house, casserole in hand, at about ten minutes to noon.
He really didn't want to go over to his neighbors' house, but knew his mom would be furious if he didn't.
Roxas followed the sidewalk leading to that house, stopping when he reached its front door. Roxas hesitated staring at the door bell for a long moment before pressing it. He stood anxiously in wait for someone to answer. He thought he was off the hook when no one answered for a few minutes, wanting very badly to run back to his house. Of course someone answered though. Just his luck.
The door opened slowly, revealing the very red-head Roxas had been thinking, and now dreaming, about.
The red-head smirked at Roxas as soon as he saw him, looking him over, from head to toe, more than once, making Roxas blush. The red-head stopped when he looked directly into Roxas' eyes. When he did, Roxas noticed the red-head's eyes for the first time. Though they'd been blurred and hazy in Roxas' dream, he know saw that they were the most vibrant, and most beautiful, shade of green he had ever seen.
"Can I help you?" he asked. Roxas blinked, taking in his voice, liking it a lot. Great, now the blond liked two more things about the red-head.
The red-head scoffed at the shorter boy growing a little impatient when Roxas took too long to answer. "Helloooo?" He asked, waving a hand in front of Roxas' face. Cocking his head to the side slightly, he added, "Talk about blank with a capital B."
Roxas glared, suddenly feeling defensive. "I'm your neighbor," he said more sharply than he wanted to. "My mom wanted me to give your family this," he said, holding up the casserole like it was a peace offering.
The red-head brightened a little. "Great," he said smiling, "that means I won't have to cook," taking the casserole from the blonde. There, Roxas thought, he has the casserole, so I can go home now. The red-head quickly interrupted him. "Hey, do you want to join me or something?" He asked. "I'm by myself, since mom had to go to work, which's pretty boring." Roxas immediately said yes, cursing himself when he did.
"So, what's your name blondie?" The red-head asked when Roxas had come inside. Roxas looked up at the other boy. He was staring at him again. Roxas had felt it even before he looked.
Reddening a little more, Roxas said, "Roxas, you?"
The red-head smirked again before closing the front door.
"Name's Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
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