Author's Notes: Well, ladies and gentlemen, my first fanfiction for this site has new been started. I would appreciate any and all feedback, and I promise to do my best to reply to all reviewers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Channel 103.1, or any of the songs used in this plot (unless otherwise noted). Credit for any songs used can be found at the bottom of each chapter.

Chapter 1: Meetings

I might as well get this out of the way now. My name is Sephiroth Warlon. I am twenty-three years old, and live with a single roommate. Some strange pyromaniac named Axel Spiral. Perhaps not the most intelligent decision of my life, but oh well.

I awoke that day, as I usually did, at five in the morning to the sound of my alarm clock. I turned it off, grumbling, before sitting up on the bed and stretched. Looks like its going to be yet another long day. I stood, heading over to my boom box and turning on the radio to Channel 103.1. I was greeted with a wonderful song to wake up to, and couldn't stop myself from singing along while looking through my dresser.

What if I wanted to break…

Laugh it all off in your, face…

What would you do?

What if I fell to the floor?

Couldn't take this anymore?

What would you do? Do? Do?

Come! Break me down!

Bury me bury me

I am finished with you!

What If I wanted to fight?

Beg for the rest of my life?!

What would you do?

You say you wanted more,

What I've been waiting for

I'm not running from you…

I finally decided on a low-cut black Tee, with baggy black jeans. I looked for a brief second in my sock drawer, before pulling out a pair of ankle socks. I quickly dressed before looking in a mirror, adjusting my pants slightly to ensure that nothing important was showing. I finished the song, before turning off the radio and heading down stairs. Axel was passed out on the couch, again. From the looks of things he had been watching late-night TV again before falling asleep from exhaustion. I sighed and shook my head, wondering how he managed to live like he did. Even I had to sleep every so often, and get to work. I decided to ignore him as I headed into the kitchen.

Of course, the smell of bacon and eggs woke him up. I felt a vein in my head begin to pound slightly as he came in, sniffing and looking around like a dog on the hunt.

"Hey, mornin' Sephy. Whatcha cookin?"

"MY breakfast," I responded shortly, flipping one of my eggs with the spatula. "YOU can make your own, I'm certain. Got it memorized?" I smirked at him as he stuck his tongue out at me, having mocked his favorite phrase.

"VERY funny, pal. Come on, can't I have just a LITTLE? Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" He put his hands in a begging position, and tried giving me puppy eyes.

I hate puppy eyes.

"You haven't a chance, Axel." I transferred my food to a plate, before moving to the table and beginning to eat. The red-haired freak just glared at me, before moving to look for pop-tarts. I looked him over a bit as he did so. He was tall, though not as tall as myself, with red hair that he spiked back and green eyes. Apparently the place he worked didn't mind the strange tattoos on his face, but that's not my concern. He was wearing a black tank top with flames on it, with black trip pants and black Vans with red stripes. I finished my meal, and placed the dishes in the sink to deal with them later.

"I'm going to work, Axel."

He looked up at me as I put my long coat on. I had received it as a birthday present four years ago from my then-boyfriend, and had loved it since; regardless of what I thought of him. "When ya getting back?"

"Not until late. I have an appointment to keep after work." I was lying, but oh well. It was none of Axel's business where I was going anyway.

"Oh, me too. The boss said he needs me to help him with something tonight."

"Whatever. Goodbye." I walked out, shaking my head. Like I honestly cared when I saw that fool again? I headed out to my car, a black Dodge Charger that I inherited from my parents. I loved how the car looked, Death on Wheels as one person had once called it, but anyway. I hopped in and started up the engine before heading to work.

The drive was boring, so I'll spare you the details. I pulled into my usual parking spot, and headed into the restaurant through the back. It was about 7 now, and everyone was hurrying with preparations for the first wave of customers. I threw on a work shirt (light blue… ugh) and an apron, before heading over to set up my station. Of course, the boss felt the need to confront me. "SEPHIROTH!!!"

"Yes, Cid?" I turned to look at his approach. The man was a full head shorter than me, with blonde hair that was kept short and spiked. He wasn't wearing his usual attire (like myself) due to the customers coming in, but he still managed to look rougher than what you'd expect a restaurant owner to seem like due to his manner and stubble.

"What the HELL do you think you're doin'? You were s'posed to be here a good thirty minutes ago! Just because you're head chef DON'T mean I won't fire your ass Seph! And don't you forget it!"

"Yes, Cid, I understand and apologize. However, there was a great deal of traffic today due to the motorcycle rally this weekend."

"No excuses! I expect you to be on time from now on, or you're canned! Got it?!"

"Yes." He walked off and I went back to work, finishing the setup for my station. We both knew he wouldn't actually ever dare to fire me: I was the whole reason this business was doing so well. I looked over as one of the busboys gave a low whistle.

"I wonder what bug crawled up his butt?" I smirked. Only Demyx would choose such wording. I noticed when he pulled out a sheet of paper, reading off his duties for today. The young blonde with the Mohawk was such a ditz that he needed to write down his job every day before coming in to work, AND consult it during the shift.

"Hey Demyx. You're prepared for the show tonight, correct?"

"Of course Seph! So are Roxas and Riku. Hell, even VINCENT is getting excited! We finally have a decent gig for ourselves!"

"Good. Be sure not to break too much today so we don't have to postpone the show due to your being stuck here cleaning."

"No worries! Zexion said he'll cover for me if all else fails! Man did they pick the wrong guy for this job though…"

"No kidding. Oh, wonderful. Here comes Cid again. Wonder what he wants."

"LISTEN UP EVERYBODY!!!" I cringed slightly at the volume he chose to use before sighing. "We've got a new person here today, and I want you all to give him a warm welcome." He turned to the side and gestured for someone to join him. "Everybody, this is Cloud."

I did a double take. Standing next to Cid had to have been the most handsome young man I had ever seen. He had a slight build, but was obviously muscular from what I saw. He had blond hair that was spiked in every direction, but still seemed soft to the touch someone. He had a serious look on his face, though I could tell there was a great deal beneath it. Not as tall as I was, but not too bad in height. Then I caught his eyes. I had never seen such a beautiful shade of blue. They almost seemed to be… glowing…

Leon, the other chef, gave me a glance and a nudge. "Checking out the new kid, huh Seph?" I gave him a death glare, which he returned with a grin. The scarred man always annoyed me with his comments, and he knew it. However, he was one of my few friends, so I ended the glare quickly. I looked back over, to realize Cid had finished talking and left. The first customers were headed in, and my job had just begun. Well, I thought to myself, at least there's some good eye candy for once…

Author's Note: Well, there you are, my first chapter. Again, I would appreciate any and all reviews and advice. I may even send a picture of Axel asleep on the couch to my reviewers if I can find a scanner.

Roxas: What position is he in? thinking bad thoughts

DNS: Why would that matter?

Roxas: Um… No reason… ''' blushes

DNS: …Riiight. Well, today's song is "The Kill" by 30 Seconds To Mars