o---- Chapter One ----o

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Agrabah was a very strange place. Full of strange people; strangers. And strange little carpets. It wasn't very big, but it all looked the same. It was easy to get lost when you didn't know your way. And that's what happened to Roxas and Naminé; they got lost. Because they didn't know their way.

"Roxas, do you have any idea where we are?" Naminé asked hopefully.

"No, not really... but this dark alley way looks rather promising..." the male blonde observed, peering down none other than a dark alleyway that looked like it had been used for a toilet. Several times.

"Roxas!" Naminé groaned and peered around.

Roxas wandered down the dark alleyway, not recoiling from the terrible smell in the slightest. Naminé shook her head in disbelief but followed him nevertheless.

"What? Are you trying to be funny?" she called out in confusion.

"No, seriously!" Roxas hollered back. "There's a shop down here!"

Roxas walked, quickly, towards the shop. Naminè jogged after him. It could hardly be called a shop… It seemed like it had been abandoned long ago.

The blue neon lights plastered across the front were all smashed and broken so all it said was: "O---ni---on -4 --u-s"

"Huh," Naminé remarked as she flicked her deep blue eyes across them. "Onion 4 Us."

"Nice," Roxas added. The lights were starting to make his eyes water. Damn them. "You think we should go in?"

"Err... okay..." Naminé mumbled. She shielded her sketchbook from the bright sign, not wanting to damage her precious possessions with the fierce glare of neon vegetables.

Roxas rolled his eyes before proceeding to walk boldly towards the door, then, feeling his courage drain away as rapidly as it had appeared, stopped and gestured for Naminé to lead onwards in his place.

"Ladies first!" he smiled, ever the gentleman.

Naminé sighed. Trust Roxas to game manners at that particular moment, she thought.

She rolled her eyes at him, and with a graceful pivot, she strolled up to the door and opened it.

Her pride at having more stick than Roxas was short-lived as a body was hurled out of the door, knocking her right off her feet.

"And STAY the fuck out!" a feisty blonde screeched at the person she had apparently thrown from the building.

The said boy was now curled up in a pathetic heap on the ground. His orange hair, that stuck out like VERY sore thumb indeed, made their eyes ache even more than the neon lights had done. And this time they wouldn't be crying over chopping onions, but for pure sympathy over the boy's genetic heritage. It was clear; he'd been tangoed.

"Well, are you just gonna STAND there?" the blonde snapped angrily at them.

"Well, there aren't any chairs, so we can hardly sit down," Roxas pointed out, smirking at his own great wit.

The fierce-looking blonde did not seem to find it as funny.

"Come into the shop, bugger off somewhere or get your HEAD stuck on the end of a fucking POLE," she hissed. "Which would you prefer?"

Roxas and Namine glanced at each other, both looking terrified, then took first option and stepped inside. Quickly.

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A/N: Sequizurx: Heh. This chapter was short.. but.. err.. well, we don't really have an excuse, do we, Nee?

Nicrafetix: Of course we do, it's... it's... it's MY BIRTHDAY ON FRIDAY!

Sequizurx: Genius. And we're sorry that this is short, but it's only the first chapter, riiiight? The rest will be longer. Honest. And look at how witty we are! You cannot not want to read more of our stuff!

Sequizurx: No, me neither. MOVING ON! Two reviews for an update!