A/N: Well, here's me second attempt at a fanfiction. xD I think I will enjoy this one more….. I actually have something planned for it. I'll post the second chapter soon, I know this one is short. I just felt like it needed to be cut off where it is.

Disclaimer: All of the KH characters do NOT belong to me. If they did, Axel wouldn't have died. Nooo. Not without a kiss from Roxas first. ;P Anyway.

I hope you like my style. 3 If it's a little confusing, sorry. / Roxy is going to be just a little deranged… only a little. Not as much as to be OOC, I hope, though. O That would be horrible.

Chapitre Une: The Meeting

It was raining; he knew that well. He knew the familiar touch of the wet substance that often soaked through his clothes and into this skin. Ah, lovely diffusion. If it hadn't been raining so hard, maybe walking to his house wouldn't be so… wet. Oh, wait, that's right. You don't know who "he" is, do you? No, I suppose not.

"You'll find out sooner or later," he whispered, smiling. Yes, he did enjoy talking to himself, narrating his life. It was quite an interesting one, so why shouldn't he? Perhaps on-lookers would need some help understanding quite what he was up to.

His dirty-blonde hair was turning evermore golden by the second, the strands darkening as it clumped together from the rain. He wouldn't need to dry it; it would prop itself back up once the rain evaporated. Smiling as he thought of "his" hair, how it spiked in the most gravity-defying way possible. He would say it went in every direction, but it didn't cover his face. It was more like when you put gel in your hair and then go on a high-speed rollercoaster for a couple of minutes until the gel dries. Like that, except "his" hair was soft, not hardened by hair products. Perhaps "he" used a little hairspray on those few strands that would not just stay put, but then again, he had never seen "his" morning routine. Perhaps he should ask "him" when he got to his destination. "His" house.

"Not too much longer now, don't worry," he continued, looking up from his feet, which he had been watching for the past five minutes. The view in front and around him was rather bleak, seeing as it was raining and nearly ten o'clock. A flash of lightning cast light upon his face, revealing his ocean-blue eyes and somber expression, along with his soaked clothes. He was wearing a black shirt that had white print in fancy lettering saying, "Let's Start Over" with white, little doohickeys surrounding the print, making it rather pretty. He didn't much care for flashy pants, only a well-worn pair of jeans that had a small rip in the right knee from when he had fallen off his skateboard. Right in front of "him," too, causing him to blush quite profusely until "he" had promised to buy him sea-salt ice-cream as payment for laughing at him. He smiled at the memory.

Knock, knock.

He waited, listening to the footsteps of someone quickly coming down a flight of stairs towards the door.

"I'll get it!" a voice called from inside, and the jingling of the knob twisting sounded, signaling the door was about to open. He straighten, trying to look as presentable as he could, what with being soaked and all. His eyes darted from side to side, wondering how the person who he knew was opening this door would react to the sight of him, here, on "his" doorstep. Pleased? Surprised? Shocked? Scared? All of these choices whizzed through his mind in the seconds it took for the door the open. Those five seconds that seemed to last an eternity, those five seconds that made his chest twist up so tight he could hardly breathe anymore. He found himself drawing in a long breathe in those last few seconds, the sight of a tall, lean male coming into view. "He" was wearing what looked like pajamas, blue ones. They had adorable little sheep on them, surprisingly. He hadn't expected "him" to wear such a thing… but "he" was quite different, yes.

"Ye….s….?" Green eyes blinked at him, as if expecting some old lady asking for shelter from the rain or something, but instead got a blonde boy soaked with rain, and pretty dashing if he didn't say so himself. Then again, Axel had always thought Roxas looked beautiful.

A/N: Yes, yes. I know it's short. I know it's slightly crappy. But hey, you've got a WHOLE 'NOTHER CHAPTER to read! O Lucky you! I hope you like it, and I hope the imagery came out well. Tell me what you think!