1.

It was a sunny day. No clouds in the sky. What a wonderful day! Roxas thought, as he jumped out of the bus. He took the invitation from Sora out of his pocket.

It was supposed to have the directions with which he should be able to find the house where his cousin and some friend of his lived together in a hostel.

He read it to himself:

Heya old bugger, how are ya doing? You know what? ITS MA BIRTHDAY!!! So for christ´s sake come to it! It´s going to be loads of fun with cookies, baloons, games AND A PIECE OF CAKE FOR EVERYONE!!!! So get your fucking ass to my place at so-and-so on so-and-so

so-and-so.

Love Sora

How a singel person could seriously write something like this without getting complettly mad, remainded a mystery to Roxas. He really didn´t want to be the one to correct his english exams:

And then i said to Tiffany that the pink bunny was a moron and should go screw himself. Then i asked her, if she could give me the recipt for those cookies with pink frosting which were so fucking good, that I could rip some goddamned hobos head off and feed it to the the blue birds, just for a tiny bit of them.

But dammit; THERE WHERE NO DIRECTIONS ON IT!

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" he screamed and earned a death glare from a old granma who was out on a walk. Sorry. he said in a low voice and blushed. "Hmpf. the oldtimer replied and walked away muttering: The youth of today is so tainted. If something like this had happened in the good old days..."

Roxas, still ashamed, started to look around for someone he could ask if he knew where Sora and folks lived, when he was confronted with a huge pink poster with a message on it. It said : TO SORAS BIRTHDAY PARTY THAT WAY! A (also pink) arrow, which was printed under this oh so valuable message pointed the way Roxas had come.

His eyes twitched when he turned around just to see MILLIONS (!!!) of similar prints along the street. He started shaking in disbelieve, when he turned his head and saw: They were everywhere! On every wall, on every junk bucket... even a cat had one of them tied to it's tail. The long and the short of it: It was a nightmare in pink.

"How many people are invited?!" He thought to himself after a minute of recovering. "And more important how many did work on this?!50, 70, 65,78922?! Do I really want to know... No."

His inner monolog went on, as he followed the arrows, trying his very best to look like he did not follow them. "What else could you expect after an invitation like this, but the strangest? I mean its so..." He thought when he was interrupted by this message :

For Entrace to Soras SuperSweetSixteen Party just show your invitation to the Security

Love Sora♥

Roxas was confronted with a pink (!), very long poster, which hung between two house and straight across the street. Roxas jumped back, shocked by so much -he searched for a word- gayness. Now it was official: he would never- ever in his live go to any event, which had something to do with his cousin in the slightest. He swore to death. Even if he had the dicision between eternal hell and a day on a concert of his favourite band on a sunny day with his good-looking girlfriend in the front row of a crowd of 50.000 people and the only thing that could possilbly ruin his day was a Sora who did not know that Roxas was there; he would choose eternal hell. He knew Sora and his hidden-not-yet-seen-bloodhound-gen would find him in the first five minutes. He friggin knew that. So he was not so suprised when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The bloodhound-gene had finally shown up. He turned around to face his cousin before he would get killed in a death-grip-hug.

"Invitation." said a bad mooded voice which did obiusly not belong to sora."What?" asked roxas, let out the breath he had holden and opened his eyes.

He saw two guys. Both had scars.One who was standing a bit behind had a cross scar over his nose, blue hair, pointy ears and yellow eyes. The other which had asked him had a scar on his cheek and wore an eyepatch. His eye was also yellow and his ears pointy but his hair black with a little gray. He wore a pony tail unlikly crossscarguy whoose had hair fell over his shoulder in loose soft lookin straws.

"T-t-there." Roxas said a little afraid and handed the invitation to eyepatchguy who held it against the sun – a cake shaped water mark appeared and it was (how unexpected) pink. "You may pass" he replied and handed the invitation back to roxas.

Roxas had passed them both a few minutes ago when he noticed two rather disturbing things:

1, the bluehaired guy was following him

2, there were no more „discreet" hints, tellling him where the party was. So he turned to say: "Can you tell me where the party is? And then, stop chasing me?" "It is my pleasure to lead you to master Xemnas house, where master Soras birthday celebration takes place." he answered with a bow and ignored Roxas' disbelieve. "That way, master." he said and pointed along the street which had turned into a fucked up half graveled half paved wood path and lead like the name said into a dark and scary wood. Not very inviting, dark and scary wood.

All of the sudden he grabbed Roxas and hoisted him on his back like he was a small soft feather pillow and not a tall teenager. Notice the TALL (XD) "What hell'd you think you pedofile- perverted sonuvabitch! LET ME DOWN!"

"Let me tell you something little bastard." came the reply in low and sharp voice "I am NOT ordered to carry fat and lazy bums up this fucking hill. I don't do it A. because you blind and stupid moon calf would get lost on way, though I could imagine it. Or B.because I am oh so genorous. NO. I do it. because I am friggin up since 3 am. All I want to do, is sleep but before that, I have to make sure, you pain in the ass will not do anything funny like gettin your ass kicked by some random rapist. Now, be a good bastard and keep your mouth shut. Roxas stared at him, unable to understand how a single person could say that much. Bluey used his change and went on talking: SO, you let me carry you up this fucked up way to this damned party, so one of those other meaningless exitence has to look after you biscuit and there's no need to fear any use of physical force of any kind from my side. Got that??" he said, in a agree-it-or-die-in-unspeakable-pain-tune.

Roxas swallowed hard, but said nothing in the cause of two reasons :

He was scared to death. Who wouldn´t after a not-yet-but-very-soon-sex-offender/sex-murderer/child-abuser had threatened to kill you.

Because this not-yet-but-very-soon-sex-offender/sex-murderer/child-abuser was running with a speed you can´t imagen through a scary and dark wood on a not made up way which actually, was two tyer tracks and in the middle some short gras.

Roxas once read this book -titel doesnt matter- and yes it was about a girl who fell in love with a vampire and he falls in love for her to and blablabla... But that's not the point. The point is, he runs through a wood, with her on his back at a madman speed. Bad luck for Roxas, that he was not the girl in the book and the guy under him not the graceful vampire. It felt like much but not like floating over over the ground like his feet didnt touch it Actually, it felt like a drunken camel running over a waterbed slow motion, so you could feel every single muscel moving and every now and then, how it nearly tripped over his own feet but catched it's fall in the last second before it would loose control and hit the floor hard.

This „Camel-ride" was about five minutes long.

The distance would need thirty minutes to walk, if you'd walk a bit faster than the passengers in london do.

The passengers in london are the fastest in the world...

-- Author note

the first chapter of my first story is finally finished! r&r please! And dont ask me about the passengers in london! I heard some long time ago! Oh and sora will become a little bit less gay and curse more. VERY ooc and hard to write but funny.