A/N- Alright, I finally gave in and wrote a KH fic, even though I'm embarrassed to put this piece of crap on the net. So, the idea, hits me at 3 a.m. I start writing at 3:05, and now at 4, if I don't stop now, I will have a heart attack from lack of sleep. (Is that possible? Whatever. It is now.)

Warning: Language, yaoi, crap writing.

Dedication: To Pharaoh-chan, because the idea hit me at 3 a.m. while reading 'Remind Me Again?' one of her fics. And, as always, to Llama-chan!

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The Morning After the Night Before

A gust of cold air hit Roxas, who curled up into the body of the person lying next to him. Wait. Oh fuck. Person lying next to him?! What, exactly did he do last night? He remembered Sora dragging him to Riku's party, despite his protests that he really wasn't a 'party' kind of person, and he would really rather stay home. Sora, however, had blackmail.

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"Rox, d'you remember on my 15th last year, and you had a few too many tequila slammers and decided to let Kairi, Yuffie, Selphie, Girl Rikku and Naminé dress you up? And they were nearly as wasted as you and thought it would be hi-larious to crossdress you?" Sora had asked sweetly, his big blue eyes batting innocently at his younger-by-4-minutes brother.

A sense of impending doom stole of Roxas. "Sora, you didn't? You're my brother, and you were far too drunk to have a camera, and-"

"I was, but Cloud was stone-cold sober. Well, less off his face, at least. And he had a camera. And if those pictures were leaked to the general public, I don't know what you'd do."

"Sora, I swear to God, you burn those pictures, and I do whatever you want. Sex with Kairi? Of course. Sell my soul to the Devil? With pleasure. Buy you Disney for your birthday? No problem. Go to Riku's party? Like fuck."

"Roxas Josephine Strife! You are going to this party!"

"…………………My middle name isn't Josephine, Sora you nutcase."

"Well maybe it should have been! And mine should have been Emily, and Cloud strikes me as a Marianne sort of guy, and………"

Roxas smirked. He enjoyed his twin's stupidity, thanking every god he knew that Sora was easily distracted. His mental victory dance, complete with finger pointing and poses, was interrupted by Sora saying,

"And we can ask Riku what he thinks when we get there, you look a mess, take a shower and I'll lay out your clothes, it's like 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy', except you're not straight, and I'm not a random stranger, and hurry up with that shower, I want one, and you always take ages and if I carry on rambling maybe you'll just not notice I'm conning you into doing exactly what I want, it's like I always say, if you can't blind them with your brains, baffle them with your bullshit, and oh crap I just said that out loud didn't I?!"

Roxas blinked. "Holy fuck. Did you say all that in one breath? Damn, Sora."

And so, in a matter of minutes, he was ready to go. Black shirt with a zip up the middle, spray on tight black jeans, two belts, one black, and one white, dark grey long coat, wristbands, Vans and hair spiked just right. Sora sure as hell could choose clothes, which was bizarre considering the fact Sora usually looked like he shopped solely out of Oxfam. Roxas had even let Sora loose with the eyeliner, but he had put his foot down when he was approached by a scary, grinning brunet brandishing watermelon flavour lipgloss. He did have some final vestiges of masculinity left, and he'd be damned if he let his crazy fairy twin make him look a complete woman.

Sora just……………… looked like Sora. There was nothing that could be done for him, what with the giant spiked hair and secret jewellery fetish.

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Roxas could remember arriving chez Riku, being offered a beer, then another, then a lot more, then being asked to dance by a man-woman-being-of-uncertain-gender, then someone handing him and unlabeled bottle, and being told to "Drink it, it's really good!" and then…………………………

Nothing. Total blank. Whatever the hell that drink was, it was strong stuff. It had better not have been date rape. Which brought him back to the matter at hand.

He took a close look at the person currently in the bed he was also in. (It sure as fuck wasn't his bed.) Tall, around six foot, extremely skinny, thinner than Roxas, who was no elephant, tattoo of a black rose dripping blood on the left shoulder blade, snake on the bicep, flaming chakram on the right hip, two teardrops under the eyes (Emo! Roxas thought) and bright, spiky red hair, like a………………… scarlet porcupine. Hey, Roxas never claimed to be poetic! In that pale face, with its sharp, smooth planes, two eyes drowsily blinked open.

"Hey, Roxy. How do you feel?" Hmm, nice voice, too. Well there was no denying this guy was attractive. In fact, Roxas would have no problem with any of thins, if it weren't for the fact that,

"I'd feel a lot better if I had a clue who the fuck you are."

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A/N- Hello. I love author's notes; they make me feel all powerful. Please review, I nearly always do, and besides, it's polite. And my mutant carp will eat you socks if you don't.