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    Confessions of a Yaoi Fan

    By: Rin-chan

    Note: This is only a segment from my story. The story was inspired by the picture, which is not drawn by me.
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    The reason I loved art class was because I was actually good at it.

    P.E. on the other hand…

    Not so much.

    That’s why when I was paired up with Zack Fair for the volleyball tournaments, I’d practically strangled myself.

    There wasn’t anything bad about Zack.

    It was just that he was the most athletic guy in my class.

    And I just so happened to be the worst person in my P.E. class – y’know, the one with the scrawny legs and flailing arms. Oh, and don’t forget the discordant feet, too.

    But Zack was nice about my poor athletic skills.

    Even if I consecutively hit the volleyball out of bounds, he’d just reassure me that it was alright, and then he’d jog off the court and pick it up, even though I was the one closest to it.

    Thanks to me, Zack and I had managed to end up on the court where all the other losers played together. Of course I’d been the one that had brought him down.

    But he was nice about that, too.

    He’d just look over at me and give a thumbs up, as if this was supposed to cheer me up. …Even when I knew I was the root of his displeasure. I’m sure he would’ve wanted to be paired with someone else.

    “It’ll be okay,” Kairi had reassured me. “I’ll probably end up being at the end, too. Then we can play together.”

    But Kairi had been paired with Wakka.

    And she wasn’t actually that bad herself.

    But then again, nobody could be as bad as me.

    “I’m sorry,” I said to Zack apologetically. “It’s all because of me that-!”

    “Hey, don’t sweat it,” he replied in that jockey, outgoing tone. “It doesn’t really matter.”

    “I don’t even know why our teacher paired me with you. I mean, I’m sure you’re-!”

    “Yo, Namine!”

    Both Zack and I turned to see Sora and Riku coming down to our mini volleyball court. Sora waving his hands madly, and Riku quietly walking alongside his friend with a volleyball tucked under his arm.

    “How’d you get all the way down here?” I asked.

    “Well, we versed Kairi and Wakka, and…well…” Sora looked over at Riku for him to finish.

    “We let them win.” Riku said plainly.

    “Y-Yeah. And then Cloud and Tifa sort of killed us after that, and then…” his eyes strayed away from me, as if he were too embarrassed to tell.

    “…Leon and Yuffie won against us.” Riku finished.

    “And then it was…”

    “But how’d you lose against the others?” I asked, nodding at the girls who were playing in front of us.

    “Eh, we wanted to boost their self-confidence,” Sora replied with a grin. “If we do that, then we can get brownie points for participation.”

    Zack laughed from behind me, and I couldn’t help but find myself smile.

    Sora always thought differently than most. He preferred to think uniquely rather than normally. His mother had always thought he was a bit off. But we all thought he was the most brilliant of us all (excluding Riku’s opinion, though).

    I was secretly happy that Sora and Riku had decided to join my little loser court. The first reason was because they’d cheer me up. And the second reason was because…

    …they were the perfect yaoi pair ever.

    “Zero serving zero!” Sora called, already tossing the ball up into the air.

    Apparently, we were starting on short-notice.

    The ball sailed perfectly over the net and into Zack’s part of the court, and I could already tell he was getting competitive.

    Truthfully, I didn’t understand what was so important about winning. It was just a game. It wasn’t like you were going to die or get expelled if you lost. I always took sports games with a relaxed manner, and rarely tried. Of course, my P.E. teacher had nudged me around, telling me to put in a little more effort. But he knew I never would.

    I made a sloppy set for Zack and ‘BAM!’ he spiked it over.

    As Sora and Riku took control of the ball, however, I found myself falling into my little yaoi world, where I knew I could never escape (and also ever wanted to leave)…


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    “This is it!” Zack yelled as he jumped into the air and spiked the ball hard towards the opposing court.

    “I got it!” Sora called as he prepared himself for a bump.

    However, something must’ve been wrong, since he hadn’t been prepared, and instead ended up having the ball hit him hard in the head.

    He was toppled onto the gym floor headfirst.

    Running like any loyal friend would, Riku immediately knelt down next to Sora.

    “Are you okay?” he asked.

    “I think so…” Sora replied dizzily. “But the back of my head really hurts…”

    “Let me see.”

    Carefully, Riku lifted his friend’s head to reveal a small pool of blood.

    “Y-You’re bleeding!”

    “I…am?”

    “I’ll go get the teacher,” Zack warned before running to go and get him. He must’ve felt bad that he’d been too hard. His competitiveness could be a setback, after all…

    “My vision’s going fuzzy,” Sora said as he blinked. “I can’t see anything…”

    “Can you see how many fingers I’m holding?” Riku asked, putting them in front of Sora’s face.

    “Three,” he replied with a wry smile. “My vision’s not that bad.”

    “Then how about this?”

    “Two.”

    “And this?”

    “One.” Sora gave a small chuckle. “Are you doing a countdown or something?”

    “Of course.”

    “What for?”

    “For this.”

    “R-Riku…! Wah-! Riku, no! Not here! What if Zack and the teacher come ba-?! … Mmm…”

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    “Heads up Nam-!”

    But whoever had been warning me clearly didn’t know me, because they hadn’t given my incredibly slow reflexes time to respond.

    In less than a few seconds, the volleyball had hit my stomach, and I let out a small cry and collapsed to the ground.

    Sora called my name out while Riku came rushing over to me as he brushed the net aside to get to me. Zack was standing right beside me with a shocked look on his face and then offered his hand for me to take. He probably had called my name, but I couldn’t hear anything at all. I could only see his mouth moving while no sound came out, as if he and everyone else were on mute.

    And all because of that stupid volleyball, too…

    Kairi had come to my side and said a couple of things to me that I couldn’t comprehend.

    The only thing I could hear, however, were the sharp cries of my yaoi Sora, and the delightful pants from my yaoi Riku.

    Kairi, Sora, and Riku were all looking at me weirdly and were mouthing the words, “Hey, are you okay?” to my face. I gave them a small smile to reassure them that I was okay.

    Then Kairi had put her hand onto my cheek and had instantaneously withdrawn it, since my cheeks were blazing hot. I must’ve been blushing too much, because the yaoi images that were popping into my head were a bit too explicit. (As I said before, it didn’t take too much for my mind to wander off!)

    And then – and I don’t remember how it had happened – but I’d been thrown into Zack’s arms and was carried off to the infirmary under my teacher’s orders. (As for Zack carrying me there, I don’t know if that was actually a requirement, or if it was out of his own goodwill.) And as he carried me the whole way, I was given a lot of envious glares from various girls.

    But hey, I wasn’t complaining.

    I got to skip P.E. and think up of a new Sora/Riku scene.

    However, a normal girl would have liked the idea of a guy like Zack Fair carrying her around the school.

    But then again, I wasn’t a normal girl.

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    I’d gotten injured at the wrongest time that ever wronged.

    It was the time when I was walking out of the nurse’s office.

    I’d just thrown away the ice packet that I’d pasted onto my face for a whole hour.

    And when I’d opened the door to head off to lunch, he was there waiting for me.

    Roxas.

    I’m sure most girls would feel happy whenever they saw their boyfriend waiting outside her class, but I wasn’t.

    My first reaction was utter surprise. But after a few seconds of reasoning, I’d deducted that Kairi must’ve told him my whereabouts.


    Kairi.

    I’d kill her.

    But it wasn’t that I didn’t like Roxas. It was just that he was a bit…aloof.

    First of all, we barely knew each other. Secondly, he’d randomly asked me out. And thirdly, he was waiting for me outside the nurse’s like a loyal puppy.

    A tad bit eccentric, no?

    “Hey,” he said plainly. He was talking as if we were officially together and that it was totally normal to talk to one another.

    I looked down at the books in his arms, and I noticed that my textbooks and my sketchbook were in his stash of school stuff.

    How the heck did he get a hold of those!?

    And my sketchbook, too!

    What if he went through my stuff!?

    What if he saw…

    No, he wouldn’t.

    He wouldn’t dare.

    Without even replying, I swiped my stuff from his arms and secured my books to my chest. My books – especially my sketchbook – were like my children. And they were clearly endangered when in the hands of some stranger like Roxas.

    “You didn’t look at anything, did you?” I barked.

    He was taken aback by my rude question.

    “N-No.”

    I was just about to ask another mean question, when three boys turned the corner and spotted us.

    To me, they looked like a bunch of circus folk. They had brazed hair that was spiked up in haphazard messes. The color of their eyes glistened with vivid intensity, which told others that they clearly were upperclassmen. But…messy upperclassmen at that, since their school uniforms were wrinkled and un-ironed.

    I was guessing that they were the “outcasts” of their grade level.

    And as they walked over to us, I felt that I was beginning to get tinier and tinier.

    Upperclassmen always scared me. Sure, they were normal people just like me. But their title of “upper” was just so intimidating that it made me shiver.

    “Yo, Roxas!” one of the upperclassmen yelled.

    The one who’d called him was clearly the leader. And, he was the one that looked the weirdest one of them all. He had spiked, neon-red hair, and his green eyes flashed with such intimidation that I had to look at the wall. I stole another glance and noticed that he had small black markings under his eyes. I didn’t know if that was supposed to be a gang symbol, but it made his eyes even scarier.

    “A-Axel?” Roxas gaped. He gave a sideways glance at me, and then looked back at his redhead friend. “What are you doing here?”

    “We came to see this girl of yours.”

    I raised an eyebrow at this remark.

    So now I was some sort property?
    Roxas could tell that I was confused (and a bit annoyed) by this statement and he shot the upperclassmen a glower.

    “So you’re Namine?” a boy with a mullet asked me.

    At least this guy looked a bit nicer. Bubbly, even. Even though his dirty blonde mullet drove me bonkers, he looked like a pretty easygoing guy.

    “Uh, yes,” I said stupidly. “And you’re…?”

    “Demyx,” he said cheerfully. He gave me a cute, baby-sweet smile that I couldn’t help but blush at.

    The third one, however, didn’t want to greet me in anyway, and instead went over to a nearby wall and stood in solitude. He had dark blue hair that covered one of his gray eyes, which matched his gloomy personality.

    Demyx turned around and saw his antisocial friend doing his usual antisocial thing.

    “Zexion!” he urged in his bubbly voice. He scuttled over to his gray friend and pushed him over to me. “Say hi to Nami-chan!”

    I was a bit surprised that Demyx was already saying my name with an implied friendliness between us.

    The quiet boy looked up at me with an annoyed pout, which made me flinch. He then said in an almost inaudible whisper, “Hey.”

    “H-Hey.”

    “Roxass! You truly do rock a**, my boy!” Axel exclaimed. He made a surprise attack on his friend by thrusting his arms over Roxas’s shoulders and tightly grabbed a hold of his neck.

    “Agh, Axel, stop it!” Roxas said as his face started to flush. “I told you that she wouldn’t want to-!”


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    “Axel are you crazy!?” Roxas shouted. He frowned and pumped his fists in the air. “My midterms start tomorrow, and you’re telling me that you want me to study with you!?”

    But no matter how much Roxas argued and yelled, Axel would never back down. Because in Axel’s mind, Roxas’s frowns looked like childish pouts.

    Which only made him like Roxas even more for his cute, rebellious little actions.

    “What’s wrong with that?” Axel asked back. “I just need you to help me on some math stuff.”

    “Yeah, well just go ask Zexion,” he huffed in reply. “I bet he’s better at it than me.” And with that, Roxas spun around and started to leave.

    “Wait,” Axel said.

    “I don’t have time for-!”

    Roxas’s head was jerked up to stare up into Axel’s. He felt a finger under his chin that was so gentle, it made him shiver.
    “W-What the heck are you doing!?” Roxas frowned.

    “Those eyes…”

    “What?”

    Those blue-hued eyes that sparkled with the secret intensity he so dearly loved…

    “Axel, I don’t understand why you’re doing this. You’re making me feel all weird.”

    “You feel the same way, don’t you?”

    “What!?”

    “Why do you run away?”

    “Axel, what the hell are you saying? You’re acting all weird and…”

    A hand slid down Roxas’s back, silencing him and making his body tighten in the most uncomfortable, yet pleasing way. His face started to get hot, and soon enough Axel’s hand had found its way to the top of his jeans.

    Roxas would’ve said something right then and there. Maybe something along the lines of, “What the hell are you doing!? Get your hand out of my pants!” But for some reason, (and he didn’t know if what he was doing was right or wrong), he didn’t.

    Instead, he closed his eyes, waiting for Axel to make another move.

    And when he did…

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    Okay, yeah, it was a bit weird. But it was…ingenious.

    I knew that Roxas was blushing because I was seeing him in such an embarrassing moment with his friend, but...

    …He looked so cute when he was with this Axel guy!

    It was perfect: the older, outgoing and outspoken guy, and the shy, sweet, and somewhat silly boy, which we all knew was the girl in the relationship. Axel and Roxas. I could already see it now…

    “So are we gonna eat or what?” Axel asked, breaking my mind from my new yaoi scheme.

    “Ugh, no!” Roxas choked from under Axel’s grasp. “You should be in class-!”

    “How does pizza sound, huh?”

    “We’re not allowed to go off campus, you-!”

    “Hey, what’s wrong with breaking the rules?”

    Roxas was nearly choking under Axel’s tight grip, and was through with arguing with his persistent partner.

    “Oops,” Axel said as he looked down at his gagging friend. He let go, and Roxas fell to the ground in a heap as he gasped for air. After giving a few seconds of concern for his friend, he turned to look at Zexion and Demyx.

    “How does pizza sound?”

    “Great!”

    “Whatever…”

    “How about you?” Axel asked, turning to look at me.

    “H-Huh? Oh, s-sure, that sounds fine…” Thankfully, I’d managed to give a sufficient (and the right) answer.

    Roxas looked at me with surprise; he clearly thought I was more of the obedient girls that always went by the school’s guidelines.

    And I was.

    But it was just that my mind was in a tizzy.

    And it was fizzling over my new discovery…

    …Of AkuRoku.