The Highwayman

WARNING: AkuRoku, teens getting drunk and a MASSIVE cursing spree. If you no likey, the back button is right there, but I promise it wil be worth your while if you manage to sit through it. :3

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I. TOLD. MYSELF. I WOULDN'T DO IT.

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AKUROKU?1 EW.

BUT I SUDDENLY GOT THIS INSPIRATION GAIZ - I SWEAR - I COULDN'T HEP IT! DDD8>

I needed to get this stupid story out of my system before it had me laying awake at night.... Which it still does because i haven't FINISHED IT YET! DDD<

But I will. No worries.

It'll be a short one - I promise, guys (maybe TOO short?), but broken in different pieces because... Well, inspiration is a b*tch to hold onto. =C

LET IT BEGIN.

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The Highwayman​

Loud, almost deafening music pulsed through the house, creating a wild, intoxicating atmosphere. The air reeked with alcohol, cigarettes and sweat, adding to the overall excitement. Bright lights blinked and flashed wildly to the beat of the song, every-so-often illuminating the teens on the dance floor, grinding their hearts out even more. In the darker corners, there were a few young couples swapping spit as if their lives depended on it.

I am SO done with this...

That thought was constantly gnawing at Roxas's mind as his weary eyes glanced around. “Come to the party!†Hayner said. “You need to start getting out more!†Hayner said. “All of the cool kids will be there! You need to start getting a life! And, to top it all off, a girlfriend!†Hayner said, said, said. The blonde rolled his eyes. Puh-LEASE. If this is what they call having a life, they can have ALL of the life they want without ME. And, seriously – if getting wasted means degrading yourself in front of all these people like those idiots over there are, I'll PASS. Seriously – where do people get OFF telling me how to live MY life – as if I don't know what I want, or—

“Yo, ROX!â€

Roxas immediately snapped out of his daily mental rant with a, “Huh...? What – what's all the yelling about?!â€
Hayner grinned at him, his cheeks a rosy-red color – probably due to the wine cooler in his hand. “Hey, man – I was callin' you for, like, ten minutes now!†He laughed, wrapping his free arm around his girlfriend Olette's waist. “Why aren't you on the dance floor, bud? You ain't gonna get no action skulking in the corner like that!â€
Roxas's eyes flashed with annoyance as he glared at Hayner. “... I ain't SKULKIN'...†he muttered.
“Yeah, yeah... You gonna get movin', or what?†Hayner laughed.
Roxas sighed, shaking his head. “Ya know, Hayner... This just isn't... isn't me... Ya know? I'm going home now before my mom founds out I took her car.â€
Hayner shrugged. “Kay, man. Your loss.â€

He and the giggling Olette began inconspicuously climbing upstairs for more “private†time. Roxas rolled his eyes, knowing EXACTLY what the two were up to, and took off outside.

The cool, outdoor air washed over him like a wave, making him utter a sigh of relief. It's like walkin' out of a damned oven... He carefully picked out his mom's car out of all of the ones parked on the grass and such, checked over it to make sure that none of the idiots had maimed it, and carefully pulled off.

I hope to God that no police officers pull me over this time... I've already gotten my permit taken away – I really don't need this, too... To keep his mind from thinking about anything that alarming, he turned on the radio and turned it down to a low volume so that he wouldn't violate the peaceful night's air of the country side.

And then, it happened. The gas ran out.

The. F*cking. GAS ran out!

“F*ck... F*ck...! C'mon! I don't need this – I do NOT need this...! Don't DO this to me!†Roxas cried, flooring the pedal again and again. The engine whirled, stuttered, coughed, and finally died. And no amount of cursing was going to bring it back.

Roxas was stranded on the side of the road in the middle of NOWHERE, at one in the morning. He slammed his head into the wheel at least four times. “Mom is going to KILL me when she finds out...!â€

After a few more moments of bitter cursing he finally got all of his stuff, slammed the door, and stomped outside. Guess there's nothing else to f*cking do but f*cking HITCHHIKE my way back to the suburbs... Damnit, I am going to KILL Hayner for dragging me into this... The boy lent against the car, waiting for a car to come by so that he could put out his thumb.

He waited... and he waited... and waited...

AND WAITED.

By the time the first car came rolling by he'd practically jumped in the middle of the street waving his arms around like a maniac.

The sleek sports car gently rocked to a stop. The window on the passenger's side rolled down, revealing a grinning, attractive man with a black suit on. His tie was a deep crimson color, as rich and powerful as blood itself, and it was almost surprising to see that his spiky hair was nearly the same exact same color. “Car trouble?â€
The relief on Roxas's face was painfully obvious. “Y...Yeah...â€
“Need a lift?â€
“That'd be AWESOME. Thanks...â€
The redhead leaned forward, and popped open the door. To Roxas's surprise, it opened UP, not out. “C'mon in. It's chilly out...â€

Roxas was happy to oblige, immediately scrambling into the passenger seat, and slamming the door (with some difficulties), rubbing off all the goosebumps on his arms. The car gently purred back to life and pulled away.

The first few minutes went by in complete silence, though Roxas could feel the stranger's intense, emerald eyes flickering to him every so often. Roxas was pointedly staring out of the window, hoping to prolong the inevitable. He's probably wondering what a kid my age was doing on the side of the rode like that by myself... he thought bitterly.

“You're pretty young to be stranded out on the road at...†The redhead checked his watch. “... Two-thirty in the mornin'...â€

Speak of the flippin' devil... Roxas sighed, rolling his eyes. “You sound like my mom...†was all he deemed fit to say.
The man let out a pleasant laugh that seemed to ring through the air. It made Roxas shiver slightly. “Well... That's certainly the first time I've heard THAT one...â€
“Heh... Yeah – I guess...â€
“But, seriously, kid... You could have gotten hurt... It just ain't safe standing out in the middle of nowhere at all hours of the night. You could've gotten hurt... Got it memorized?â€
Roxas crossed his arms, glaring out of the window some more. “... It's not what you THINK, okay? If I'd had my way, I wouldn't even BE here now...†he seethed.
“Oh...?†The stranger glanced over at him again. “Then why don't you tell me the whole story from the beginning?â€

The next part was quite unexpected, really. Roxas had already mentally prepared an entire quiver of excuses for his parents, just READY to be shot out of his mouth like arrows. There was a FORTITUDE of places where he could've been, and hundreds upon THOUSANDS of witnesses, hours, times, and claims. Any one of those he could have told this guy.

But... For some strange reason, he told the complete truth. Everything – from him never having a girlfriend – or really wanting one for that matter, how he couldn't STAND being with a huge group of people for more than five minutes at a time, and how his STUPID party-loving friend Hayner had DRAGGED him to this even stupider house-party, and how, when he'd had enough, he tried to go home, but his f*cking CAR broke down, and now his mom would KNOW that he'd been somewhere during the night!

“It's ALL of f*cking Hayner's fault!†the blonde ranted vehemently. “I didn't even want to GO to that f*cking party, and now I'm going to be up to my EYEBALLS in sh*t once I get back home! I could've been in bed, asleep by now, or playing 'Struggle!' on my X-Box!â€

This seemed to spark the man's interest. “You play 'Struggle!'?â€
Roxas shrugged. “Yeah. I'm a beast at that game. What I love most about it is that it's not just a stupid fighting game – it's a strategy game, too. It's like playing chess, almost... Only there's better graphics and you can chop people's heads off.â€
The redhead let loose another of those laughs. Roxas felt himself blushing a bit, though he wasn't entirely sure why. “Wow, kid – you sure have a way of putting things... Hehheh...â€
“Yeah... I-I get that a lot...â€

The man let his gaze linger on Roxas for what seemed to be a long time, and finally asked, “What did you say your name was, again?â€
“Roxas...â€
“I'm Axel.†He grinned again, the moon flashing playfully on his pearly whites. “Pleased to meet ya, Roxas.â€
“Er... Y...Yeah. Me, too.â€

There was another long silence, though this time it was Roxas who kept glancing at the redhead, fidgeting and biting his lower lip slightly. Axel was staring straight into the distance, his expression calm and lax.

Roxas stared at him for an extremely long moment, and looked down at his hands. Oh, God... Oh, God... Er... Baseball. Hockey. Skateboarding. Struggle. Halo...

“Where did you say you lived?†Axel asked casually, effectively snapping Roxas out of his thoughts. “I just sort of assumed you lived near the city...â€
“Hmmm? Oh – right... Um... 813 Twilight Street...â€
“Where's that?â€
“It's just down Firelight Road... Here – I'll show you, okay...?â€

After about fifteen more minutes of, “Turn hereâ€s and “Stop thereâ€s, Roxas had finally arrived home. “Thanks, Axel...†the boy sighed, slamming down the car door behind him. “My parents are going to KILL me when they find out, but at least I made it okay... At first, I thought I was going to have to walk all of the way here!â€
“Don't mention it, kid,†the redhead chuckled.
Roxas nodded, and began to walk down the driveway.
“Hey... Wait...â€
Roxas turned around, blinking. “Yeah?â€
Axel shot him another of his grins. “You like ice cream?â€
Roxas shrugged. “Yeah, I guess...â€
“Come meet me by the parlor a few blocks away next Friday, okay? My treat.â€
Roxas could feel his cheeks growing warm all over again. “Uh... S-Sure! What time?â€
Axel thought for a bit. “I have to work during the day... So... How about somewhere arooound... 11?â€
“Done.†The boy gave cheesy grin, and waved a little as he backed away from the car. His heart was thumping mercilessly at his chest.

Axel smiled and waved back, then pulled out from the driveway, the red Ferrari roaring off into the night. “...†Roxas began searching for a way into the house, finally entering through the back door. Steak... Football... Beer... Hunting...

Luckily for Roxas, no one seemed to be awake. He quietly slinked through the dark house, tip-toed up the stairs, and slipped past his parent's bedroom. So far, so good... Maybe no one has noticed anything...? he thought as he slowly turned his doorknob to prevent any noise.

Wrong.

As soon as he had the door open, the lights flicked on, revealing two severely pissed off, blood-shot eyed, scowling parents. Roxas's twin brother Ven sat up, grinning wickedly. “Ooooh – you are IN for it now!â€

Sh*t.

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Mmmm.... Steak.

That's all for now. Yeah. I know. Cliffy. Cry me a river, ya'll. This was a bit rushed for my taste, but over all, I think I did a great job on it. I'm pretty proud of Roxas - it's SO hard to get a Roxas that I like. DX But this one seems perfect. XD Not exactly a good boy - a rebel in his own respect, but he's a thinker, too. Probably comes from the Squeenix-end of the spectrum, too, with such a potty mouth. Then again, if you were in his situation, I'm sure you'd let a few ones fly, too.

Das ist alles - TCHUESS!

 

Ahahahaha. Very nice. Veeeery nice. I actually liked it. :D A few errors here and there, but overall, it's jsut like your other works.

 

OH SHIZ.

Tell me teh mistake partz! D8>

BTW, thanks. XD I never do yaoi (ESPECIALLY AkuRoku WTFWTFWTF?!) but it's aways fun to change things up a bit. XD

 

Oh, just simple grammatical and spelling errors. I'm sure their jsut typos though......Just like how my "have"s and "just"s are...:sideways: