A Short Love Story

Chapter 1: The Ball, Part I

Pairings: Rokusor Roxas X Sora More soon to be announced.

Warnings: May be changed to M-rated, Roxas' cussing, Yaoi, Cross-dressing

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts and its characters, but if I did, Kingdom Hearts would certainly be different… *devious grin*

Summery: Roxas Strife is the heir to the throne, waiting for the day where he will inherit it, but he has yet a bride to rule with. Before Roxas' eighteenth birthday, his mother and father arrange a ball to celebrate his coming of age and to find Roxas' love. During the ball, Roxas ends up meeting Sora along the way, falling in love with the 'girl'. Soon, Roxas finds out 'she' is actually a 'he', but does he still wish to be with the boy who he once thought was a girl?

A/N: I'm sorry… The chapter title is really stupid… It's true though! The ball will be separated into sections, hopefully long and descriptive. If not, you may slap me across the face with a banana. I'm surprised many of you guys actually liked my last chapter, I thought it was rather dull and rushed -_- Well, time to get off this author note thing and get on with the story! ^v^ Oh and, the fanfic-er who inspired me to write this is actually named Tsukisamu Sayako (I replaced the 'u' with an 'a'), I am sooooooo sorry if you guys were trying to find this person. Oh and, to the people I've told that I'm going to be updating every Thursday, I'm not going to be doing that. I'll try to update as often as I can with school being in the way -.-

BTW, This chapter really doesn't show the ball, but just the preparations. The next chapter will do the beginning of it, and the next chap; middle, and so on. Yeah, anyways, Enjoy the chappie! ^w^

"… Kai, may I ask, but what have you done with my masculinity?" The brunette stood in front of one of the many mirrors of "Art Merveilleux", looking over the clothing the store owner had lent them.

Sora was wearing a long dress, dark blue changing lighter to a shade of sky blue when looking down upon. A fitted wig was over his spikey locks, or at least most of his spikey locks. Some spikes shown on his forehead, giving it an effect of bangs. Sora's face was delicately covered by makeup; a light blue eye shadow, a small amount of mascara and a light dusting of pink blush. Even his lips were covered in a flavored lip gloss.

"Pardon? I do not see a man, but just a woman." She laughs as Sora jabs her rib with his elbow, making Kairi to step back and put her hands up defensively. She giggles softly. "I'm sorry, but I can't help but say you would make a very fine lady, if you were one."

"Kai! I am not a woman!" He pouts.

"Yes, we've both seen." She laughs as Sora gapes at her blunt response, looking at the woman with widened eyes.

"The reason behind that was because you were dressing me!" He remarked. She doubles over laughter. Clearing her throat after dying down her laughter, she smiles towards Sora.

"Well, I need to find my dress for the ball, care to help me?" Kairi turns and looks upon the thousands of marvelous clothing. Sora nodded, walking out the stall. While walking towards the redhead, he trips on the fabric, falling on the redhead.

"Sora! Get off. Do you not know how much you weigh?" Pushing off of the redhead, the brunette apologizes. He reaches a hand towards the girl and pulls her up. Dusting off her clothing, she looks up at the brunette.

"Did you trip on the garment?" He nods. "Then I need to teach you how to act more lady-like. Here," She grabs his hand and places it on the dress, a little under the pelvis area. "Grab there and lift it up. You can maneuver more easily doing so." Doing what he was told, he lifts the dress up a little too high, showing many layers of lacy garments. Kairi laughs at the boy's cluelessness.

"What is it?" Sora looks at her.

"You have to lightly lift it, stupid." She laughs again.

"Like… This?" Slowly putting the clothing he held on go, he grabs it again, but lightly lifts it, showing not more than 4 layers of white lacy fabric. He looks at her, silently waiting for an answer.

"Yes, that is how it's done!" She nods approvingly. "Now, can you help me find a dress to wear? I'd like to look good as well."

"Of course, milady." He laughs in response. Sora joins her, doubling over laughter. The laughter dies down, and the two walk over to racks of dresses. The two search dresses after dresses, endlessly looking for an outfit for the girl.

"Kai, when are you going to decide?" The boy moans out. Kairi lifted two dresses, one after the other, looking over them more over a million times –or what Sora thought a million times. The redhead looks at the brunette, glaring at him for his impatience.

"Well, I'm contemplating whether I should go with the white dress with Sakura blossoms or the red dress slowly turning white. Which do you think?" She outstretches the two mentioned clothing to him.

Sora thought both would fit her pretty well; red does go well with the redhead. He had a hard time deciding, which should it be? The white dress with Sakura blossoms or the red dress slowly forming white, yet still has a red tint at the end.

"Mm, you are right, it is very hard to decide, but," Kairi looks at him confused. "The dress with my winning vote would be this dress." Sora points at the red dress. Kairi gasps.

"But it would match yours, Sora!"

"Exactly, it makes it easier for me to find you in the crowd of many people. If wearing almost identical clothing, I could find where you are with your hair color and dress." Kairi thought about it, and soon agreed. That would be a smarter idea if one of the two ventures ahead.

"Okay! Well, can you go outside?" Kairi walks to a stall.

"Why?" The brunette innocently walks behind her, cocking his head to the side.

"… Do you think it is okay for you to watch a girl undress?" With that, the redhead slams the door shut, almost near Sora's face.

"O-oh! I'm sorry." Sora yells to the door, for certain he knew the redhead listened and nodded her head.

He walks out small fitting room and strolls around the store, noticing how the choice of design amongst the clothing was really magnificent. Walking towards one section, he takes in all the colorful designs, admiring how much time and care the sewers had sewed into the pieces of fabric. Smiling softly, he walks towards another section, taking everything in admiration. This continued on as soon as Sora heard Kairi's voice echo his name.

"Sora, I'm finished! Where are you?" She asks aloud. She searched to and fro of said boy, only to find him near the dresses section, smiling softly. She smiles.

"I'm guessing you are done with everything?" The brunette asks her, looking over her dress. The dress looked extravagant on her, showing fine details of her curves. The brunette looks at her face. The makeup was close to the same; she paced on eyeliner, showing her brilliant blue eyes, mascara was placed on her eyelashes, a dusting of pink blush rested on her cheeks, red lipstick stained her plump lips, and she wore red eye shadow, completing the look. "You look marvelous, Kai." The brunette mused.

"Thank you, and by the way, why are you standing in the dress section? Why, is there a particular piece of clothing in there that you like?" She smiles slyly.

"W-what? No way! I was just admiring the beauty of the designs." This wasn't a lie, yet Kairi wasn't buying it.

"Sure, Sora, whatever you say." She rolls her eyes. Sora groans at her.

Suddenly, a door opens, revealing the store owner and Sora's aunt, Aerith. She so gratefully hired these two, having them help the sewers and take care of the precious clothing. Smiling at the both of them, she clasps her hands together.

"Oh, my! You two look wonderful, especially you Sora. I say, if you were a lady, many gentlemen would be chasing you now." A blush grazed on his cheeks, showing more of the pink makeup. Aqua laughs.

"Now, now, you two should leave, the castle is a very long way. Best be there early than late!" It's true. Those of who are late will be cramped and cluttered by the jumble of persons. It would be a finer idea to be there earlier than planned.

Within the castle gates, Roxas sees the maids and servants run around the castle, preparing tonight's ball. Looking ahead, he sees his three friends, walking towards him. No, not walking, running. Stopping in front of the honey-blonde prince, they take in air to catch their breathing again. Olette, the first to catch her breath, told Roxas to go inside the ball room, where his majesty awaits.

"Alright. Are you sure you guys don't need my assistance?" He asks. They shake their heads, telling him to hurry there at once. Walking off, he glides across the red carpet. Looking behind him, he sees his friends grab a cup of water from a running servant, having them get yelled at by their laziness. Chuckling softly, the prince turns and walks away from the trio, gradually reaching the ball room.

Opening the door, he walks in to see more of a jumble than what he saw outside these doors. Using fine manners (like pardon and excuse me), he slips through the many persons running, either putting decorations on the walls or placing professional chef made products on the tables.

Sighing from finally getting out of the mess, he walks up the long set of stairs, where his mother and father sit in royal thrones, dressed in fine clothing.

"Dear, why are you not dressed yet?" His mother looks at him sternly.

"You know the ball starts within two hours! You best be getting ready now." Cloud shooed him off with a wave.

"But father, my friends told me you sent me here."

"Ah, yes dear, but we also want you to go get dressed. Now, scurry along. I'm sorry to be giving you a rush, but this ball is very important, please hurry." With that, Roxas sighs again, turning and walking towards the mess he didn't want to go through.

"Dear lord, this jumble of mess will take me nowhere." He says, popping out of the jumble to end up outside to the garden. 'Heh, at least I know a shortcut.' Walking forward, looking at the lush garden, he breaths in. "Summer breeze with a mix of a florescent scent. How wonderful…" He walked towards his tower, catching onto a vine. 'This better work, I have not done this for a while.'

Putting one foot on the wall, he pulled on the vine. It was secure, safe to climb up the long tower. Lifting his other foot and placing it on the wall, he started to climb. 'This isn't as hard as I thought it was…' Focusing more on his footing, he heard a silent snap. Eyes widening at the sound, he looked up. His three friends were seen, desperately grabbing the vine that snapped in two.

"Keep holding guys!" Hayner turned towards the others. "Roxas! Keep climbing!" He yells out. Doing as told, he continues to climb, getting closer and closer to his friends.

Reaching his trio, he grabs the frame of the window, pushing himself up. Stepping back to give him room, Roxas jumps into his room. He looks at the trio who were grinning in triumph and bows to them.

"Thank you."

"No problem!" Hayner gave him a thumps up. Chuckling softly, Roxas lifts himself up. Dusting the dirt off his uniform, he walks to his closet, opening the doors revealing suits of all sorts. Walking into the room, he searches around for a certain black suit, his friends following. Walking through the rather large room, he finds the suit on a rack about 8 feet high up.

"That suit… Why is it up so high?" He asks to no one in particular. Pence heard the question and ran off to find a stool or chair. Finally finding a chair, Pence runs back to his friend and hits Roxas' arm with one of the legs of the chair.

"Ah, thanks!" With a grin, Pence places the chair down in front of him, bowing with his hands pointing towards the chair. This action caused him to get thwacked on the head.

Roxas, walking to the chair like nothing happened, steps up onto the chair and tip-toes to reach his precious suit. Grabbing it and taking it off the hook with one swift motion, he jumps off the chair and grins with the suit in hand.

"Well, aren't you happy? Roxas, it's just a suit." Roxas glares at Hayner.

"It's not just a suit, it's my favorite suit. It looks fine on me other than these pieces of crap." He points towards the rest of the clothing in the closet. Pence and Olette sigh as Hayner rolls his eye.

"Well, we will take our leave now." Olette turns.

"What? Why?" Roxas looks at them confused.

"The other staff needs help, the ball does start in," Hayner takes out his pocket watch and checks the time. "In one and a half hours. And we need to get ready ourselves." Putting back his pocket watch, Hayner and the rest smile at the prince. "See ya' later princy!" With that, they turn and walk out the door. Roxas sighs. He holds up the suit, examining it, making sure no holes or out-of-place buttons were present. Finding nothing out of order, he smiles contentedly. Holding his suit to his chest, carefully as to not make any folds and creases, he walks to his bedroom.

"Well, time to get myself classed up." Roxas says, closing the doors to his wardrobe.

A/N: This story gotten longer I suppose. As said in other author note (The one in the beginning of this chapter), I will try my best into making these chapters long and descriptive, so you guys can have a creative outlook in this whole story. It's gonna be hard, but I can tell you guys really like this story. I will certainly do my best, and if mistakes are present, please tell me. School's around the corner and it will get harder and harder to update, so if you guys were waiting for the next chapter, and I haven't put it up in like, what? Five months, then please excuse. Well, anyways, I'ma be leaving now to work on the next chappie, see ya' guys laterrrr!

~MYER~