A/N- Hello! It may be surprising to learn this, but I'm a really big fan of the Winter Olympics, more so than the Summer Olympics, even. And, I've be been watching the said sporting competition for the past two weeks nonstop, which pretty much explains how this little story came it. The chapters will be pretty short (you can see how short it is just glancing right now! c: ), but here's the catch, you wonderful people! The chapters will come often. I can't exactly put a specific period of time on often right now, since a member of my family is deathly ill at the moment, but I all ready have two more chapters written, and I just need to type and post! There will be roughly… six or seven chapters? Maybe more! But, I'm talking too much! Go on and read this, if you'd like! Please enjoy! (Note- I was watching Apolo Ohno in short track while editing this. If I have a blatant error or a keyboard smash, please point it out! I won't be offended at all c: )

Disclaimer- Vancouver, not mine. Kingdom Hearts, not mine. The Olympics, not mine. Winter Sports, not mine. Snowboarding, Speed Skating, Moguls Skiing, and Figure Skating, not mine.

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"Why can't you open the door, Sora?"

"Hold your horses, Riku! I can't the thingy to go in correctly…"

"That's what she said!"

"Hayner!"

"I can't believe that I'm housing with the lot of you," Roxas mumbled under his breath. He leaned back, an amused smile on his face as he watched his friends and fellow teammates struggle with the cardkey to their shared condo. Riku glanced over his shoulder after deciding to let Sora, Hayner, and Olette fight to open the door by themselves, and smiled to the smaller boy.

"You're going to be with us for the next few weeks. Maybe you'll… warm up to us," the silver haired speed skater offered. Roxas laughed good-heartedly at this, his already pink cheeks deepening in color with friendly warmth.

"Don't be daft, Riku. You know you all are great people." Roxas punched the older man in the shoulder before ducking inside the room that Olette had successfully opened.

"You guys are luck to have a woman here! This lovely condo would be a sty in minutes without me!" She announced, giving a graceful twirl about the pristine living room. Everything was beautifully minimalist. The walls were a clean white, accented with dark wood cabinets and colorful pieces of art. Exhausted, Roxas kicked his shoes off at the threshold of the door and slumped down onto the nearest couch. He draped his athletically sculpted body onto the soft cushions and sighed.

Sora, of course, decided that he wouldn't tolerate a tired teammate on the first night of the Olympics, and proceeded to jump on the couch, right next to Roxas' tired head.

"Roxas! You can't be tired now! It's our first night here in Vancouver! Let's go explore the town or something!" Sora exclaimed in a voice loud enough for the Finnish team down the hall to hear. Riku threw his hand over the boy's mouth and dragged him off the couch, away from Roxas.

"Sora, it amazes me how you have so much energy right after the opening ceremony. Let's settle down first before we decide to do anything-"

"Who wants some beer?!" Hayner popped into the room, his arms full of clear bottles containing bubbling gold liquid, a devious smile on his face. Olette followed in suit, a frown stretched across her lightly painted lips.

"We will not be making fools of ourselves on the first night here! We're representing America, you guys! You could at least pretend that you want to keep a good public image," the figure skater warned. Hayner shrugged, throwing a bottle to his fellow snowboarder, Roxas.

"Rox and I won't get drunk, 'lette. We're going to an early practice in the morning, so no worries."

"Actually," Riku began while pulling a full beer bottle out of Sora's under-aged hands, "We have to go to a press conference at noon tomorrow, so one beer only for all the legal people here." The speed skater smirked at the pouting moguls skier.

"But Riku! I'm 20, and we're at the Olympic Games! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Sora retorted. The two American snowboarders exchanged glances and shrugged as Roxas nonchalantly handed his beer back to Hayner, who had his 21st birthday only a month earlier.

"Sora, we're going to be followed around by the medial from here on out. Let's start the Olympics off well, and clean, okay?" Riku smiled happily as Sora handed over his beer.

Olette crossed her arms over her chest in triumph. She turned to look out the large floor-to-ceiling window that stretched out before her with a content sigh. There was a small dock poised before them, water blackened by the fall of night splashing gently and twinkling in the street light beyond it. The lit-up, pulsing city of Vancouver glowed in friendly welcome to the athletes residing in the Olympic Village. Olette watched in contentment as other teams hugged each other in celebration of their arrival before hurrying into nearby condos to settle in and prepare for the weeks' up and coming challenges.

"I guess we could pop open a sparkling champagne for Sora and Roxas. We don't want to leave them out of the festivities, too," Olette gave in. She crossed the room to the large cooler Hayner had dragged in, pulling out a dark green bottle. Sora gave a cheer, and leapt off the sofa before Riku could tell him otherwise. The brunettes frowned at what they found in the bottom of the cooler.

Or, the lack there of.

"Aw man, all the ice melted!" Sora cried, holding a bubbly glass he had found in the cabinet sadly. Roxas pulled his tired body off of the couch and gave his cousin a smile.

"I'll go fetch some ice, So." Roxas found a tin (or was it sterling silver?) bucket along the alabaster marble counter and walked to the door.

"Are you sure, man? One of us can go with you," Hayner offered. The blonde shook his head with a sincere smile.

"I've gotta clear my head from the opening ceremony, but thanks anyway."

Roxas slipped out of the room before someone could say otherwise.

"Man…" Sora said, wringing his hands along the champagne bottle. "What's eating Roxas? Is he that bummed about being underage?" Riku shook his head knowingly, turning his gaze away from the door and back into his friend's eyes.

"Think about it, Sora. This is the first competition, the biggest competition in the world-at that- Roxas has been in since two years ago, and it's with a new team," Riku explained calmly. Sora's mouth opened slightly, as if to make a response, but nothing came out. Hayner glanced from a silent Olette to an even more silent Riku. The dirty blonde cleared his throat and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"It's been hard on him ever since he left the Great Britain team. I mean; can you imagine getting so injured that your team doesn't accept you back? It's like… you were one of the best players, but during the injury your team backstabs you and leaves without even a, 'it was nice to have been on a team with you'. It's down right wrong, man! Rox's trying to start clean with us, but the pressure from the media to do well is gonna pile on soon, and Great Britain is gonna try and get under his skin, you guys know that." Hayner stood up from his perch on the kitchen's counter and stretched out his back. Olette folded her hands, staring at the ground.

"Keep your eyes on him, okay boys? I've got my short program to start practicing for, so I won't be around too much these next few days; but just treat him like he's one of your own, okay?" Olette asked gently. Hayner, Sora, and Riku smiled back to their only female friend.

"Of course, 'lette!" Sora chirped.

"He's already one of our own," Riku added before twisting off the cap of his beer. Hayner nodded in reply, did the same to his own bottle, and clinked his alcoholic beverage with Riku's.

"To Roxas."

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A/N- So! How did you guys like it? C: It felt really weird writing a sports-oriented story, but I kind of like the feel of it! Um, in case you were wondering, Roxas and Sora are both twenty, Olette and Hayner are twenty-one, and Riku is twenty-two/almost twenty-three. I don't really know why I made Roxas and Sora youngest, it just seemed to unfold that way. I hope it was all right! The next chapter will be up as soon as I steal a computer this weekend! I'm predicting either late tomorrow or Sunday :) Ah, anyway! Please take care everyone! Reviews are loved so much! (And, as always, so are you!)

Catchya on the flipside! –Chocobo

In the next chapter:

"Well, that explain the accent."

"We have one too, smarty pants."