A/N: Hahah, I seriously need to take a break from the Larxels, so I'm cracking an egg of Namixas! Enjoy!

Roxas couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something fishy about the whole devoid of spiritual hearts business. Of course he could physically feel; he certainly felt when Axel flicked his forehead, and especially when Xigbar sniped him in his rear. He could understand that.

What he couldn't understand was why did Xemnas practically preach to them about their not having hearts, when Roxas felt so weird around a certain somebody?

Well, around a certain Nobody, no pun intended.

She was a pretty one: soft blond hair and sapphire blue eyes that sparkled when she was excited about something, however scarce those moments were. She carried herself with humility and peacefulness, much unlike some of the members of Organization XIII. Like maybe Axel. Roxas liked the way she was so quiet and polite, soft-spoken but still able to sometimes make her point across. He noted how she was always willing to try and make peace with everyone else, even members who were angry by nature and brutal by impulse. Like Saix and Larxene.

Roxas remembered a time when he ran into her in the dining area. They had merely exchanged quick greetings, then went on with their respective businesses, whatever they were. But since then he found that he was subconsciously keeping an eye out for her every time he walked through the Castle That Never Was. He recalled the odd sensations in his chest whenever he thought about talking to her. He had even felt paralyzed once. And Larxene and her electricity weren't around to have anything to do with that.

Roxas wondered if, just maybe, Namine was in the dining area again.

"What're you lookin' for, little man?" Xigbar drawled lazily as he rummaged through the large refrigerator like a raccoon through garbage.

"Oh, nothing," Roxas replied, briefly cursing the fact that someone other than Namine was here. "Just looking for something to eat."

"Same here, dude," Xigbar remarked, "same here."

"There's nothing good?" a new voice asked. Axel was a ways from Xigbar, on the Freeshooter's other side. The pyro pulled his head from a cupboard. "There's nothing here, either. Well, nothing good, anyway."

"Dude," Xigbar said, closing the fridge door with a dull slam, "that's just like us! We eat all the good stuff all at once, then leave the crappy stuff. So when we want something good to eat again, there isn't anything to eat!"

Axel grunted empathetically. Now noticing Roxas, he acknowledged the boy's presence by saying, "What're you up to, kid?"

"Same thing you guys are," Roxas said, now realizing that he was sort of telling the truth; seeing Axel and Xigbar search for food made him aware of his own empty stomach. "Looking for food."

Axel shrugged, and Xigbar finally said, "That does it! Screw this, I'm going out to eat!"

"Only because you're too lazy to actually go shopping for food," Larxene said, coming up from behind a startled Roxas to dig in the fridge herself. "Or is it because you're too poor?"

Xigbar pretended to flinch. "Dude, that's cold," he said. "And besides, I'm not going shopping." Quickly, he added, "Axel is!"

The Flurry Of Dancing Flames started. "Wait, wait?"

"Be a good boy and bring us back food!" And with that Xigbar hastily portalled.

"Something tells me you walked into that one," Larxene remarked, still looking in the fridge.

"Something tells me you need to go back and finish your Bitch Salad," Axel retorted playfully, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter.

Larxene pretended to take offense by gasping and placing her hand over her chest. "It seems to me like you're the one who only eats salad, you stick!"

"I have a high metabolism!" Axel defended, and Roxas laughed.

"Yeah, he's a porker!" Roxas put in, making Larxene giggle and leaving Axel to decide if that remark was a defense or an insult.

The little banter session was interrupted by a soft voice. "Excuse me," it said, and the person Roxas came to look for edged past him to look into the refrigerator.

"Oh, it's Namine," Axel reported unnecessarily.

"No shit, Pluto," Larxene retorted dully, turning to leave. "By the way, Axel," she threw over her shoulder, "don't forget: Xigbar wants those groceries!" With a dismissive wave, she left via portal.

Axel slumped comically before resuming attention to Roxas. "So-- hey, I'm talkin' to you, punk!"

Roxas shook his head, as if reemerging from a daze. "Huh? Sorry, what?"

"Maybe you'd know if you were actually listening," Axel grumped. "Anyway, are you doing anything right now? Maybe we could pick up an ice cream when I'm done."

Roxas glanced quickly at Namine, who was now seated by herself. "Uh... I..."

Axel had followed Roxas's gaze, and when he saw Namine, the pyro put two and two together. His emerald eyes lit up like newborn stars. "Ohhhhh," he purred, "I get it!"

Roxas felt his cheeks flushing. "What...?"

"You got the hots for Namine," Axel stated triumphantly, crossing his arms and putting out his chest. He began, in a very low whisper, to sing, "Roxas and Namine sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S--"

"I dare you to finish that sentence!" Roxas growled, though both knew the bravado was all for naught.

"Technically," Axel grinned lazily, "it wasn't a sentence; it was a song."

"Will you just shut it?" It was Roxas's turn to grump, as he crossed his arms and looked away. "I just wanna get to know her better, is all..."

"Just wanna get to know her?" Axel pressed, the jackal's grin on his lips.

"Shut up," Roxas repeated.

Axel finally held his hands up in surrender, but his grin was even wider. "Fine, fine. But you know, I may be able to help you out. You're lookin' at a real lady's man here. Of course, I may not look like it, but that's just the undercover work for ya. So I don't get smothered and ambushed constantly." Axel pretended to idly rub his chest with his knuckles, a show of cockiness on his part. "I can help you score Namine's attention."

Roxas was tempted. "How?" he asked.

Axel didn't need any more invitations. In fact, his arm was already around Roxas's shoulders. Leaning in on the side of Roxas's face in a conspiratorial manner, the self-appointed lady's man whispered secretly, "Allow the Casanova to help you succeed in love!"

A/N: Something tells me Axel forgot about those groceries already... Well, please tell me what you think so far, please! Thanks! This'll be quite a contrast to Larxel, so I wanna know your opinion if you wish to give it.