Author's Note: I'll be quick.
-First: This is the relationships between Roxas, Axel, Namine, Larxene, and Marluxia.
-Second: Each chapter will open with the chapter's focus character speaking.
-Third: This starts off as seemingly one-shots. But each scene will start to bleed together, and their relationships will be established, as well as the "story" starting to finally kick into gear.
-Fourth: Everything is important, nothing is random.

-Fifth: Nothing here is pretty.

Roxas: What we have isn't solid. It's transient, and someday it will fade into nothing.

He wasn't exactly content in being here. Roxas was stuck sitting at the breakfast nook while he watched Marluxia cook. He felt like he was being punished, and he probably was. It's not every day that the resident psychopath invites you to have breakfast at his place while his roommates are out. Even though one of his roommates is his sister, and the other a best friend.

"Hey. Why do I have to stay he—"

"Sit down and stay quiet."

Roxas didn't even get to finish his sentence before Marluxia was cutting him off. Jeez, what was his problem? He certainly didn't think that all of this was being done out of some sort of "kindness." That only left him to speculate what he had done to land himself in this position, watching the man in the kitchen flipping an omelet. Maybe he'd get lucky and be able to frame him for murder if he tried to poison him.

"So. I hear you and Łarxene have been spending a lot of time together."

...Were this anyone else, Roxas would have assumed that it was jealousy that had pushed him to call upon this little "bonding" façade of his.

"..Yeah. Problem?"

Marluxia merely snorted in response, throwing the newly prepared omelet down on a plate, which he walked over and set in front of him. Roxas stared at it for several moments before Marluxia rounded the corner and took a seat on the bar stool next to him. They didn't look at each other.

"Not at the moment," he said lightly. He had a knack for keeping his voice light, no matter the situation. Condescending bastard. "But I will if you decide to do anything...unpleasant, to her."

"She likes it like that. Doesn't feel like Ƶero." I take a bite out of my omelet, and realize that it's pretty good. Not that it's a surprise. The guy is a lot of things, but he does know how to cook. Łarxene says he's such a girl, with some of the things he does. But Roxas doesn't care. It doesn't seem to be poisoned, and he'll gladly take up the chance for a free meal.

"I think you know very well what I mean. And you would find it in your best interest, Roxas, not to do anything that would cross any lines...wouldn't you agree?"

The way he says his name makes him involuntarily shudder. And from that smug smirk that shows on his face, it didn't go by unnoticed. Truthfully, Roxas doesn't know why Marluxia cares about her in the first place—there's got to be something more to it that he is missing. Marluxia doesn't care for people. Łarx should be no exception to this universal rule. So she must be providing him with something important...

"Thanks for the meal. It was good."

Marluxia turns to him, and gives him a rather pleasant, knowing smile. It's impossible for the guy to look innocent. He always gives off vibes of being too much of a threat. Roxas has the sneaking suspicion that he wasn't trying to hide it this time, though.

"I'm glad that it was to your liking. We should do this again sometime."

Not a chance in hell, if he could avoid it.