Author Note: This is for Awbeco Bento Producations. It is the result of a comment on Peachy's deviantArt journal about their upcoming cosplay. I was so amused/intrigued I was inspired to write a little fanfic for them. This is pretty much the intro.

The Arrival

"Hey there Roxy," Axel leered as he swaggered through the door into the Organization's kitchen. He leaned over the table and grabbed the spoon straight out of the little blond's hand, scooping up some honey crunch cereal and shoveling it into his mouth.

"Shmooo haant too-" milk dribbled out his mouth and down his chin as he attempted to talk and eat at the same time- "gho gheet-"

"Axel, gross!" Roxas glared at the tall redhead who at this moment resembled nothing more than a five year old child making a huge mess trying to eat cereal. He put his hand over his eyes and waited.

Axel made a face, spilling more milk down his chin, then finished chewing and swallowed. "Better?" he asked as he wiped his face on his coat sleeve.

Roxas uncovered his eyes just in time to see the white smear of milk on Axel's black sleeve. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Axel wasn't exactly the most genteel person, and pointing out his flaws generally only made them worse. He felt Axel's eyes on his face awaiting his response, so he shoved a mouthful of cereal in to give himself some time to think.

Axel looked at Roxas expecting some sort of comment on how he should've used a napkin. His beautiful blond buddy was always trying to get him to be a little less of a crude man, but hell, that's what he was, wasn't it? A strong, hot, tall, studly, masculine, fiery, virile, sultry, adonic... man.

Axel was posing again as he reviewed his own manliness in his head. He leaned against the cabinets, arms crossed, feet wide, a slight tilt to his hips, his chin lifted slightly to the side for that perfect profile. The mundane background of the kitchen only made the pose more intriguing, the viewer wondering how anyone could look so much like they were oblivious to their surroundings. He had all the self-absorbed bravado of a male model, loving himself more than anyone else could, set against some cabinets and a sink full of dirty dishes.

Roxas stifled a laugh, put his bowl in the sink, and turned to look at his friend. He was an attractive man, well built, with that defined V shape of his chest accentuated by his tight black jacket. His height reflected his over-the-top personality. The flaming red hair, perfectly styled in a messy fashion, attracted attention like a car accident that is so bad you cannot look away. His look and personality fit together perfectly. Axel really wouldn't be Axel if he changed his behavior, but Roxas didn't let that stop him from trying.

"Let's go," Roxas said, snapping Axel out of his reverie.

Outside the wind whipped around the castle. A single figure wrapped in a cloak moved up the path toward the entrance. A hand slipped from between the cloak's folds and drew out a piece of paper. The figure paused, seemingly reviewing the piece of paper and looking up at the castle, then back at the paper.

"Are you kidding me?"

Axel and Roxas had just come into the entryway when there was a loud bang on the door.

"Who could that-" Roxas nearly completed his thought when the large door slammed inward.

"I thought that was locked," muttered Axel, as he and Roxas fell automatically into defensive fighting positions.

The figure in the doorway was ominous. Almost as tall as Axel, it was cloaked in shadows as an eerie glow silhouetted it in the door. As the figure stepped forward, details began to emerge. Dark red boots peeked out from under a long black skirt. The black cloak flowed over angled shoulders to outline a shapely torso. A red corset with black seaming accentuated the figure of the visitor. An almost transparent black sleeve slipped up her forearm as she reached up to remove her hood.

Axel's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. He made a few unintelligible guttural sounds, and Roxas looked at him with concern. "You okay?" Roxas asked. He looked back at the visitor, and his jaw dropped too.

The woman in the doorway had long loose hair of a vibrant, deep, almost blood red. Her green eyes twinkled with mischief. She twirled her cape off as she walked through the door and tossed it at the still-stricken Axel. It landed on his head and slipped to the floor.

The guest glared at Axel as she kicked the door shut with one leg. "Seriously, Ax?" she sneered, glancing down at her rumpled cloak and back up at Axel. She rolled her eyes and turned to look at Roxas, who had managed somewhat to regain his composure.

"Well aren't you just adorable?" She reached out and ruffled Roxas' unruly hair. "And you have matching outfits! How cute!"

Axel finally got over his shock, and was starting to turn red. "What are you doing here?"

The woman turned back to him, putting an arm around Roxas and drawing him uncomfortably close to her. He looked at Axel for help as she tightened her arm around his shoulders and pressed his head against her breast. His eyes widened with fear as he realized Axel was not going to be any help.

"I heard you and your little friends had started a little club, and I couldn't resist coming by to check out your playhouse." She grinned. "What, lil' bro? Not happy to see me?"

Axel's face was almost as red as his hair. "I'm always happy to see you, Ashe," he said sarcastically, wincing as he realized that she had Roxas in a compromising position and irritating her might not be the smartest idea. "Could you, um, let go of Roxas though?"

Ashe looked down at Roxas, who looked up at her with a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Roxas, huh?" She laughed. "So, little Roxy, has my little brother been playing with you?"

It was Roxas' turn to turn red as his mind went to the last place he wanted it to. His pupils dilated until barely any blue was showing as he started to panic. Why did she have to say that? Why did he have to think that?

Ashe looked from Roxas' distressed face to Axel's irritated one and cackled, setting Roxas free as she nearly doubled over in laughter. "God, you're too much, baby," she said to Roxas, as she caught him up in a big hug. She dropped him to turn to Axel. "What, no hugs for your big sis?" Before Axel could think to move, she grabbed his lanky form and wrapped him in her arms. As she tightened her grasp around him, she brought her mouth close to his ear.

In a whisper barely audible to him, she hissed...