Axel ran down the halls of Organization XIII's strong hold. He was being chased by Demyx, who was weilding his guitar in preparance to smash the living daylights out of Axel. "COME BACK HERE WITH MY ICECREAM!"
"NEVER!" Axel shouted over his shoulder, running as fast as he could. Axel threw one of his blades over his shoulder at Demyx, causing him to drop his guitar. Demyx cursed and continued the chase unarmed.
Roxas was wandering the halls, reading an intriguing book of poetry, when he heard the approaching stampede. Roxas quickly glanced around, but saw no means of escape or cover. Before Roxas could brace himself, Axel and Demyx were upon him. Axel grabbed Roxas and held the boy in front of him. "What, dare I ask, are you doing?" Roxas asked, bewildered.
"I dare you to penetrate my meat-sheild!" Axel taunted, cowering behind Roxas.
"Meat-sheild?" Roxas looked from Axel to Demyx and blinked. "I'm not a-"
"Meat-sheilds don't talk." Axel held a finger to Roxas' mouth.
"Fine, I see how it is," Demyx held his hands out and caught the meatsheild under the arms and tickled. Roxas fell to the ground laughing.
"Some meatsheild you are," Axel crossed his arms with an annoyed expression on his face.
"And the icecream is mine once again!" Demyx held up the tub of sea-salt icecream victoriously. Axel began to mourn for the lost icecream as Demyx walked away, chugging the tub.
"Don't worry, I have the rest of his icecream in my room," Roxas whispered into Axel's ear.
Axel instantly perked up, "Should I bring the spoons?"
"Oh, we won't be needing those," Roxas grinned.
"I like your style." the two walked off to indulge themselves in the cream of ice, gaining two pounds each, though Axel still remained unnatuarally skinny.
THE END