A/N: Hello to anyone who bothers to read this, if you know me personally, or you're just a little curious. Whichever one you are pleasepleasePLEASE review, no matter what you thought! I don't want to sound like I'm begging or anything, but it's common courtesy. This is my first fanfic, so feedback is really appreciated.

Why do I need a disclaimer? It's not like anybody would think I own KH. Which I don't. Stay away from me, Nomura's rabid lawyers!

It all started with my younger brother, I suppose, and his love of that stupid magazine. What was it called…Hero Mag, or Helluva Mag, I don't care. Let's call them H Mags. Anyway, the used book store downtown was having a sale, and a lot of these old magazines were there that no one was buying, and he just took a cardboard crate and got the lot for 24.95. I didn't see this, mind-I was just wandering around downtown myself when I saw him in the window and wondered what the hell Axel was doing in a bookstore.

He came outside and nearly ran into me. "Geez, I'm real sorry…oh, it's you." He said that like I was some sort of annoyance who did not, in fact, have control over his finances. More on that later.

"What were you doing in a bookstore? If you take all that glue you ate as a kid into account, I'm amazed you can read."

"That is soooo close to being funny, Larxene, it almost makes me want to puke. I'm thirsty," he said suddenly, changing the topic.

"Well, I'm not gonna get you a glass of water, kiddo."

"Once again, the only thing missing is a sense of humor. And I was thinking of getting a latte at the Life Café across the street."

I couldn't really argue, so we both went over into the Life Café. It was cool inside, with just the right amount of shade. The only thing missing was Sex Pistols playing instead of that weird rumba stuff, and it would be perfect. Anyway, I bought lattes for the both of us, even though technically Axel was paying-hey, if he forgot his wallet in my back pocket, who's to blame? I found it weird that he didn't actually touch his latte, but stared off into the distance. At first I thought he was musing, but then I remembered that this was Axel, and he never had anything to think about, so I followed his gaze.

Finally, I said, "You don't seem to be thirsty. And that definitely isn't Roxas you're staring at, unless your boyfriend decided to grow a blond mullet. So what are you staring at?"

Axel leaned in and whispered, "You remember that Zexion works here, right?" Oh, yeah. We didn't talk too much with our older brother, mostly because he was a homophobe. He seemed to have a problem with walking in on me and Namine and me in the shower. I knew he had a summer job, but I had completely forgotten where. "Well," he continued, "that kid with the mullet-" (Axel told me his name, but I forgot-let's call him Dee Dee, as in the Ramones)"-showed up here one day about a week ago in the middle of Zexion's shift, and has been coming every day since."

I stared at him. "Uh-huh…" He wasn't convincing me.

"I'll admit," he went on, "this would be just a coincidence except for two things. The first we just saw; he shows up five minutes before Zexion's shift and leaves five minutes after. As for the second…well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you, so we'll just have to watch."

A few minutes later Zexion walked in, still not smiling. I had never seen him smile, except when he watched a video in school on the Salem witch trials. He had come home for once and actually not started shouting at us, until mom sat him down and explained that no one did that sort of thing anymore because America was now tolerant of people who were different. Barely tolerant, yes. Accepting, no. Damn conservatives. Anyways, when Zexion stepped behind the counter, he did something that not many people would notice unless they were staring right at him. His eyes did a little sweep around the place, until they found Dee Dee. Dee Dee was also looking up at the time when Zexion finally turned his gaze thataways. Their eyes were locked for a moment. Dee Dee was smiling.

It was then that I noticed one of the strangest things in my life. One end of Zexion's mouth sort of twisted, and kept twisting, until it looked like his intestines had shards of glass stuck in them. But Axel and I knew otherwise. This was how Zexion's face looked when he was trying to smile. Dee Dee seemed to know this, and he just smiled back. I could not believe what I was seeing, it being one of the most disgusting things I had ever seen. Suddenly it hit me, and I turned back to Axel.

"Are they-they aren't-he can't be," I spluttered.

Axel sighed. "Believe it or not, Larxene, that is the unmistakable sign of eyesex. I'm guessing it would be harder for you to recognize seeing as you basically lured Namine onto our couch and jumped her." Damn, how did he know about that? Oh, yeah, he was in the kitchen…and saw the whole thing. I still hadn't killed him for that.

This whole eyesex thing went off and on for Zexion's entire shift, a full three hours. Three hours of the most sickening display I've ever seen from a boy, and believe me, I've seen quite a few. I live with Axel, after all. Three torturous hours later, Axel and I were walking home.

"I still don't believe he's gay," I said.

"Believe anything you want," he snorted, "the evidence was right in front of you all day."

"He's so straight, it's not even funny."

"That's just a bigger sign of being closeted. You know that."

I did know that, but I was still shocked. Fortunately, I was distracted when I remembered I had someplace to be-namely, Namine's bed. When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she answered.

"Hi," she said, letting me in, "busy day?"

"You have no idea," I said, kissing her lightly. Zexion would have to wait.