Chapter Ten: Chicken Butt

A gust of cold wind shudders my whole frame. I bite my lip, keeping my eyes lowered onto the ground. It probably was a mistake to leave to the dance without even a jacket, but I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. A soft sigh escapes my lips, followed by another shiver, another trail of goosebumps to rise along my body, and a heavy heart bleeding in my chest. An hour passes, I think, but I merely twitch in the slightest if I sense a bystander making their way across the sidewalk.

Footsteps crunch in the frost-covered grass behind me. I knew sitting in a park was a bad idea. My mind can only conjure horrible accidents happening in my head.

"Seat taken?"

I know that voice anywhere. I stay quiet, not even giving Axel the satisfaction of a look. After a few seconds of painful silence, I hear him give out a quiet huff and sit down next to me. He balls his hands up together in his lap, and one of his knees touch mine. Strangely, I don't pull my leg away.

"Beautiful night, huh? Real starry..."

I lift my eyes a little, and true to his word, stars did cloud the night sky. Moonless, starry night. Another blow of the wind causes me to finally break my stillness and shiver. I feel acid green eyes on me, but I ignore them and pull my leg that wasn't touching Axel's knee up to my chest and wrap lazy arms around it. My ankle covered what was under the dress.

"...Roxas? Please look at me?"

Still, I keep my eyes glued to the yellow slides close by or buried up into the sky. I know I look calm and collected on the outside, but inside my mind is one big accident. Thoughts of Axel fly through my mind, while another part of the head replays the little "game" that happened earlier this night. Reno... the man who had almost molested me... for some reason, I can't stop thinking of him. Not in a good way, Heaven's no, but my mind can't stop questioning why he wouldn't stop, why he would touch me if he knew Axel-

"Y'know what?" Said redhead asks, breaking up my thoughts. I continue to stay silent. There is nothing he could say that would make me ever look into those eyes. Those pretty green eyes...

"Chicken butt."

Confusion etches all over my face, and I can't stop myself from giving Axel the strangest look. He laughs, leaving me still in confusion. A bizarre urge to laugh along with him fights with my sanity, but in the end, I can only spare a small smile. After his laughter dies down, he smiles brightly, seeming pleased.

"When I used to ignore my folks, my dad would always say random things. Somehow, y'know, it got me to forgive them." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck when he realizes I'm still staring at him like he's a psycho. He averts his eyes to the swing set not far from here.

"... My dad never did things like that," I speak quietly, as if trying to let my voice get caught in the wind and never be carried to his ears. To my dismay, he heard them quite clear. He raises an eyebrow and gives me a curious look.

"What would he do when you were upset?" Axel asks.

My shoulders slump at the memories. "He would tell me, 'Straighten up, little soldier. Stiffen up that upper lip'. But he was rarely ever home..." I could feel my voice cracking a little as my mind went into dangerous zones. My instinct told me to quickly change the subject, make a distraction, do something to get off this topic. Before I could utter a word, however, Axel spoke up.

"Rarely ever home? What, were your parents divorced or somethin'?"

I shook my head.

"Did he hate you?"

"No."

"Did you hate him?"

"There's no anger bonds between my father and me."

"Hm..."

"Why are you even interested?" I ball up my fists, my eyes narrowing at the redhead, "You wouldn't be listening to me if not for that fucking rapist."

"Whoa, man, relax," Axel's hands shot up, showing a sign of innocence on his features. I didn't fall for it.

"Relax? Damn it, Axel, what the fuck are you doing? What do you want from me...? Are you trying to get into my pants-"

"What-"

"Is Reno right? Do you even care about me?"

"Of course I-"

"Or maybe you just want a little sex toy," I spit the words out, clenching my fists, "and once you get me in bed, you'll be long gone-" My words suddenly cut off, but my lips still move against another pair. My eyes go wide, but the first sign of resistance I make, and Axel's immediately grasping my shoulders and slamming me on my back, on the bench. He wiggles his way in between my legs and never breaks the kiss. A growl erupts from my throat, but the redhead pays no mind and pins both of my wrists up against the arm of the bench, while his other hand is sneaking up my shirt. No matter how hard I try, he won't back off, and I can slowly feel my sanity edging off.

Damn him. He positions himself more on top of him, and his knee rubs up against the stupid panties my cousin had ever so conveniently had in his bags. Even the slightest rub from his knee has already caused a moan and an arch from me. Unsure whether it's lust or not, I begin moving my lips in sync with his.

His stops ravishing my lips once we both are in desperate need of air. Through half-lidded eyes, I stare up at the redhead, breathing hard. All thoughts in my mind has turned into thick clouds of fog, and all I can concentrate on is his knee, which is still rubbing ever so lightly against my arousal, whether on purpose or not. He stares back down at me, a faint, cocky smirk lingering to his lips. "I had to get you to shut up somehow," He breathes. I narrow my eyes at him, and maybe I would've slapped him, if not for his hand pinning my wrists almost painfully.

"Let me the fuck go," I snarl quietly, practically nose to nose with the teenager.

"No." He answers just as soft, smirking. "Besides, you can't deny you like this," His knee rubs up against my erection, and a surprised gasp escapes my lips. Face red, I scowl up at him.

"Shut up," I growl, "let me go, before I scream for the police to take your ass to jail."

"When you put it like that, it almost seems like you want me to kidnap you."

"Try it and fucking die."

He lets out a soft laugh and presses his forehead against mine, which startles me a little. "You're too cute, Roxy,"

Half of me wants to castrate him right then and there. Another part of me feels happy.

A/N: Ho mai, is it true? Did the author ACTUALLY put up a real chapter?

:3 It's so short.

Gah, this was weird. I just randomly decided to write it after being pissed at my new external hard-drive. Meh. :DD The songs used to write this happen to be "Promise Me" by Dead By April, and "Candyland" by Blood On The Dance Floor (B.O.T.D.F).

Oh, hey, it's Santa! -Disappears in the chimney-