Pending title {Mina & Sapphire}

[Sapphire Eyes]

Shifting carefully in the comfortable chair, the teenagerâ??s icy blue eyes never seemed to stray from the small text. The frozen coffee beside him had been long since forgotten â?? just like everyday â?? in his pursuit of a broader range of intellect. Though, today, he hadnâ??t been reading a dictionary, thesaurus, or any other reference book that people had come to expect from him. Now, it was an account of history between the nations as they grew and developed. It wasâ?¦interesting, to say the least. No matter how absorbed he seemed to be, time never escaped him, and he tiredly brushed at the silvery strands of hair that obscured a better part of his face. Not that it ever helped, as the curtain of hair simply fell back into perfect order. Picking himself up from the chair, he set the book neatly on a cleared space of shelf, and headed toward the front. This had been happening for about two months now, and the repetitiveness still hadnâ??t stuck him as odd at all.

As happened everyday, pale, slender fingers slid the small time card into the correct slot at exactly two oâ?? clock in the afternoon. Two oâ?? one saw the silvery haired teenager quietly handing one of the customers her cappuccino, whilst delivering her exact change without once touching the automated calculator built into the cash register. Thatâ??s right, Zexion had stared aimlessly at their menu for so long, and he had completely memorized every single price and extra that could possibly be put on the beverages that they sold to various strangers everyday. One would come to the realization that Zexion had no life whatsoever, but that wasnâ??t the case. He simply had a talent for memorization, and he had never done anything half-assed in his life. The boy would usually show up a half an hour early, order a small coffee, and disappear into one of the corners with one of his many books until he had to clock in. Yep, Zexion rather liked his self-planned schedule, and stuck with it almost every day.

Some, if not all, of his coworkers seemed to be used to him by now. Naturally, he couldnâ??t stand most of them â?? because half of the people that worked his shift were kids whoâ??d just finished a day of school. They all seemed to possess the same idiotic view that work was beneath them. But, they were all either fired, or had quit within two weeks, so it never really irked him for too long. In all cases, Zexion considered himself to be far older than theseâ?¦imbeciles. Though, this was not always in the physical sense, but the mental sense. It just didnâ??t seem logical to classify himself in their category.

After graduating high school early, he had simply devoted his life toward gathering enough money to attend college. And what place was better than this? Aside from the same, distant gaze that Zexion politely directed towards the customers, this was actually his preferred atmosphere. It was almost always calm, since the high school kids, and other irritating delinquents usually just ordered their coffee to go. Everyone who stayed was fairly mild, sitting in their respective chairs or tables, reading or doing homework. Before graduating, the slate-haired boy usually came here in the mornings to finish up assignments. The atmosphere was rather nostalgic, and Zexion always did have a particular taste for things long since past.

Carefully folding his hands on the counter, icy blue eyes traced the scratches that appeared in the wood over time. The last two daily rushes came at four and six. School kids, and then the dinner rush. After that, people would just come and go at random. Of course, it was nothing like in the morning, when everyone for miles had to stop and get their coffee before continuing the day. To top if off, they were always unnecessarily grouchy. Needless to say, Zexion had only offered to fill that shift once, and heâ??d been working two to ten ever since. It wasnâ??t that he had an aversion to people. Quite the contrary, he rather enjoyed company, but it had to be the right person. Call it judgmental, but Zexion found that his opinion of most people drifted more towards the negative plane of existence. After deeming said person unappealing, the boy would simply ignore them, but it didnâ??t really take affect on any of the customers. Sure, he saw the same faces, but it wasnâ??t as though he had to deal with them much at all. It was a flawed system, but it was one that Zexion had devised over the years, and it had done him well so far.

 

[Mina]

Axel's excuse for ditching the last period of school was the ever-so-contagious senioritis disease. Only caught by twelfth graders, such a common sickness showed itself in symptoms of procrastination, severe laziness, and an urge to ditch schoolwork to do something else. Axel was never quite the kid who stayed on top of his classwork, and if he knew test dates ahead of time, he usually slipped out of the classroom altogether and faced the punishments later on in the game. Suspended twice and on probation for a possible expulsion, Axel didn't have anyone or anything to be afraid of, anymore. What more could the officials do with him ? Honestly, they didn't want to keep him at the facility anymore, so they weren't even thinking of holding him back for another year. He failed every possible class, and even as he was working amongst his fellow underclassmen, Axel didn't seem to show the slightest bit of interest in his work. Why slave over unnecessary work when there was so much more to life than wasting away a quarter of an entire day ? Axel didn't understand. He could never sit still on his desk or stay in a suffocating classroom for too long with silence and complete boredom closing in on him. Axel was built for speed and adrenaline. His body ran on excitement and danger. He wanted to have fun, damnnit !

So with his posse of delinquents, Axel decided to vandalize and disturb the surrounding neighborhood, just to create some havoc and shatter its annoyingly peaceful mood. There weren't many policemen around ( much to the redhead's disappointment ), so Axel was allowed to create as much chaos as possible without being so shamelessly caught. What better way to spend his early afternoon than to creep and frighten little old ladies and puff nicotine smoke into the faces of young children ? Upon arriving at the quiet street, Axel's friend skidded their beaten truck to a loud screech, destroying the clean asphalt with its hissing black marks. A whoop followed from the rowdy wagon, and Axel, without an ounce of discomfort, hopped off of the back of the vehicle and stretched. Plainsville was going to be tipped upside-down and sprayed with some color after their visit. With their appearance, a mother pulled her daughter away, and the teenager smirked at this, combing through his flamboyant crimson hair with his digits. " Coffee- ... sounds nice. " he grunted, shoving the double doors inwards with a firm slam of his shoulders. His two punk-style friends followed, and Axel's personal bitch was swaying her hips at his side, following him in to the serene cafe.

The smell of ancient books and people caused Axel to wrinkle his nose and withdraw with a snarl of disgust. " God, it fucking smells like dead babies in here. " he scowled, making his existence well-known to his audience. Every pair of eyes were pinpointed on his group, but as Axel shared his neon-green leer with every one of them, they shrunk back and pretended to be occupied with their work. A smug grin spread across his lips as he proceeded forward with light steps, the chains attached to his belt hoops tinkling as he walked. He didn't even hesitate to light a cigarette at that spot, too. His slut followed, and they were both puffing away at their own cancer sticks. Axel waved his hand in a dismissive manner, ordering for his 'gang members' to separate and find their own victims to corrupt. He, on the other hand, headed straight for the counter and slammed his fist on the surface, scanning Zexion with an arrogant look. " ... Well, hello there, good-lookin'. " he greeted, extinguishing his half-lit cigarette by grinding the end of it into the counter. His shoulders were sagging, but Axel propped them up again, leaning in to the silver-haired male to study his face a bit closer, " You work here often ? I haven't seen you around before. "

Obviously, he had no intention whatsoever to order anything. Coffee sounded nice when he was at the entrance, but something else seemed more promising ... " I'm Axel. " he grinned from one ear to another, leaning his knee against the body of the entire counter. He observed the other's body, tilting his head as if purely confused, " You got a nametag or somethin' ? Or would you mind if I stuck a petname on you ? "​

 

[Sapphire Eyes]

Unfortunately, the place was a bit louder than usual. Well, perhaps it was simply the abundance of people that Zexion had not counted on seeing. But, he wasnâ??t one to complain at all. More orders took time, and he would have better things to do than watch the clock all day. He worked every night until ten, and the day always seemed to go by painfully slowly when he was forced to stand at the register. It would mean that he would have to deal with most of their customers, and be polite to them the entire time. The obnoxious screech of tires on asphalt was the first sign of what was to come. A few of the people in the café turned to look and see what the commotion was about. Luck never really did seem to shine on Zexion when he asked it to, and now was no difference. It was a given, that the people just had to stop for coffee.

Rather than looking up to find the source of the annoyance, Zexion hadnâ??t moved his gaze from the countertop, cursing to himself silently. All the workers frequently switched tasks, but it was his week to run the cash register and take the orders. Right about now, he was sure that no one would switch with him last moment. Thankfully, his obscured eye twitched in annoyance, and so the redhead was met with an icy, unwavering gaze. A few of his co-workers had the fleeting audacity to laugh at his expense, but quickly silenced themselves. It was indeed strange, how only a few people could upset the atmosphere this quickly. Zexion didnâ??t even flinch as the stranger leaned towards him, but he could see the others through his peripheral vision, and inwardly sighed. What a waste of two billion years of evolution. The place would empty in ten minutes, tops. For a moment, the slate haired male debated whether or not to point out that there was a particular section that was designated for smoking, but he figured that he would just be wasting his breath. In hindsight, his thoughts on people his age were admittedly a little overdramatic, and he accepted this. However, now, scanning over the redhead, he could honestly believe that his own personal hatred of idiocy had been rolled into one annoying human being.

Shifting slightly, he turned his visible eye towards the customer. He looked to be about eighteen or so. The other was tall, incredibly thin â?? almost as if he were on some sort of illegal substance, or on an irregular diet. The shock of fiery red hair was almost as strange as his own silvery-blue tint. Even without Axelâ??s show, he had an unusual appearance that would have turned heads regardless. â??Zexion.â? He offered in an indifferent tone, though a hidden edge of warning slid into his gaze. It was hard to miss the nametag that every single employee had safety-pinned to their uniform shirt. Therefore, it was unnecessary and foolish for the redhead to call him anything but his given name. Not that the silver haired teen would make a scene about it, but he most certainly would mind. With all the witty remarks Zexion had to make in the past, he honestly didnâ??t have one prepared for this. Even if he did, he wouldnâ??t say it. For people like Axel, all you had to do was ignore him. He was an attention grabber, and if he figured out he wouldnâ??t get it, then heâ??d probably never come back. Zexion almost forgot to cross his fingers.

Slender fingers grabbed for a napkin from behind the counter, and the boy mindlessly swiped the cigarette ashes from the smooth surface. In reality, Zexion hated cigarettes. No, he wasnâ??t one to preach about how bad they were â?? hell, he hardly talked about anything to anybody for more than a few minutes. But, it was a nasty habit, and the smell was something he was used to, but would prefer not to smell. â??Axel. I usually donâ??t get the pleasure of running the cash register, but itâ??s pleasant when the line moves fast.â? He could feel his co-workers give him an odd glance, since it wasnâ??t often that he spoke in complete sentences like that. â??And, Axel?â? In that moment, the false, patient attitude had disappeared completely. Zexion was skilled in swapping his tone of voice, but he couldnâ??t â?? and wouldnâ??t â?? spend any time amusing the idiot. He had a job to do, and he suddenly waved past the spiky haired teenager. â??Youâ??re holding up the line.â? Really, it was a polite way of saying â??buy something, or get the hell out of the wayâ?? â?? since, he was obligated to take crap from any customer. Or else, he assumed that he would get fired. Of course, Axel didnâ??t appear to be a customer, but this was one of those few places where one didnâ??t need to buy something to be welcome. It was a café, and a good place for people to hang out and catch up. Civilized people. It was all true too. There were a few people patiently lined up being the other male, but they all seemed content to wait patiently. Most people here were mellow like that, but Zexion silently wished that they would have been a little more in a hurry.

 

[Mina]

Unlike many of the spineless attention seekers that actually abide to the common rule of drifting away without their needed spotlight, Axel was actually persistent with obtaining what he wanted. He stopped at nothing, not even the cold shoulder, to pursue someone he found promising. Zexion was attractive from head to toe in the least, so he was definitely eye candy. And his lazy glare translated into some sort of sexy gesture by Axel's definition. This particular cashier would prove to be a challenge worth his time, and Axel hadn't been able to enjoy the pleasures of untwisting one's stubborn self in a long while. Axel was known for being the seductive kind, so he had no self-confidence issues at all. In a matter of a few days ( or a couple of weeks if the kid proved to be extremely uncooperative ), Axel would have 'Zexion' helplessly wrapped around his finger. He was able to imagine him even now, shriveled at his feet and begging access to his crotch so that he'd be wonderfully pleasured with his irresistible manhood. Axel remained in a warped dimension for a few seconds, tracing invisible figures on the counter's surface with his lanky index finger as if he were drawing the same shapes on Zexion's bare arm.

Axel dismissively waved a gloved hand in the air, scoffing to excuse his short-sightedness, " Of course. You have a name tag right there. I apologize. " He leaned forward again and managed to tap the fake gold-polished plastic a few times, scraping his fingertip across the engraved letters of the other's name. He repeated it in his thickly rich and sweetly sadistic voice, withdrawing his hand to dramatically curl it into a tight fist. " Zexion, huh ? I like it. It'd sound sexy to scream. How about ... Sexion ? " he mused, delightfully mesmerized by the other's new petname. He repeated it three or four times, wagging his digit in a hypnotized manner. He was now comfortably leaning his hip against the counter, looking in no position to leave anytime soon. He wouldn't leave this cafe without obtaining an address or a phone number of sorts ... where else would he find man candy like him ? Zexion, or 'Sexion' for that matter wasn't an opportunity he wanted to pass up. If he worked here on a daily basis, Axel would fit it into his hectic free play schedule to visit him from time to time whether his waiter liked it or not.

" Is this how you normally treat your customers ? I'm not surprised after seeing how poorly this place is doing. " he mumbled, rummaging his pockets to withdraw a crumpled five dollar bill. He slapped it on the counter, ordering what he came here for; a regular mocha cappuccino. Lazily, Axel slightly turned his head over his shoulder, looking from left to right at his tail for any trace of human life, " Line ? What line ? " In a matter of a few seconds, the customers were out of sight, and all that remained were Axel's gang members. The entire building was filled with smoke, but Axel didn't seem to mind the scent at all. He merely inhaled the relaxing fumes and created a toothy grin on his pale face, " Now stop being so moody, kid. It's no wonder this place never gets anywhere- ... you need to fix that attitude of yours. "

A few nights of knocking him up will surely teach him to loosen that tight ass of his.​