Roxas had begun a new day in the same hallway as before. Something new did happen, however. Before he could amble around and attempt to find his way to breakfast, his shoulder was grabbed, and he was being shuffled down the hallway in the opposite direction. Roxas didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to fight this person dragging him along or just go with it?

The other member opened a door to an unknown room and gently prodded him inside before removing his hood. The man, who was only a teenager with a Mohawk/mullet of dirty blond hair grinned down at him. "Heya Roxy! Thought I'd show you the coolest place in this whoooole castle before you could run away so we could hang out and stuff!"

Roxas blinked and looked around. The room was filled with instruments and posters of various bands. There was a pile of discs lying in the far corner next to a weird shaped guitar-like object. Once Demyx spotted Roxas' eyes on it, he ran over and scooped it up, strumming the strings lightly, "This here is my weapon, my Sitar, isn't it cool? Totally bad-ass right?"

Roxas frowned, "Who are you again?"

"Oh yeah! You have memory issues still. I said hi yesterday. Demyx, remember?" Of course Roxas didn't; Demyx should have known that. Still, that didn't deter him from being his usual friendly self. "So do you like music, Roxy?"

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

Demyx grinned as he went through his CDs. "I give nicknames to everyone, Roxy. You asked me 'bout that yesterday when I called Xigbar 'Xiggy'. How's this one?" He stuck a CD in his boombox and turned it up.

Rock music poured out, and Demyx started playing air guitar. "Wild, isn't it?"

What made the situation humorous was the fact that Roxas did not know what wild was in correlation to screaming creatures. Roxas supposed they were people at one time or another, but they sounded like something was torturing their vocal chords as they spewed out these sounds. Roxas frowned a little. "I suppose it is."

Demyx looked a bit disappointed by the boy's response, but he pressed on, switching the CDs to a more slow and romantic tune. "This one sets the mood, ya know?"

Roxas nodded in agreement; perhaps it was just better to go along with Demyx instead of attempting to understand him.

After nearly an hour with Demyx playing his sitar, singing and dancing, Roxas wanted to be saved... badly. Thankfully, lunch wasn't too far away, and even Demyx couldn't live on music alone. The musician's stomach growled, and he looked at the digital clock on his CD player.

"Lunch time!" he said with a huge grin, grabbing Roxas's arm. "Time to eat!" And this time he dragged Roxas to the dining hall instead.

Demyx sat Roxas in his appropriate seat, right next to a blonde-haired woman. She glared at him fiercely as the others started to portal their way into the room. Roxas looked up immediately when a deep voice sounded from the head of the table. A man with long, silky silver hair was the one doing the talking. He had sunset-orange eyes and a deep tan. To Roxas, he seemed to be misplaced among the others; he was too regal.

"Ah, Number XIII. I'm glad you have arrived on time. Allow me introduce you to the rest of the Organization. I am the Superior, Xemnas, or Number I." He motioned towards Xigbar. "I know you have already been acquainted with Xigbar."

The Freeshooter grinned at Roxas, giving him a look that sent chills up his spine. Roxas frowned. "Yes... I have, Sir."

"Good." Xemnas gestured to the other members in turn, some of whom Roxas remembered and had met, some of whom Roxas hadn't met at all. The latter included the woman who sat next to him, giving him the evil eye. Roxas wondered for a moment if he'd spoken to these people he didn't remember meeting and if that was why this woman was giving him this look, but the thought quickly left him. His mind couldn't wrap around much of anything for any length of time, and so his mind wandered to another topic, like his stomach, which was rumbling. Oh, that's right. He'd skipped breakfast against his will.

But the food didn't appear right away. Xemnas had to go into one of his lengthy speeches in which he waved his hands around and talked about the state of the Organization, which no one but Saix ever paid attention to anyway. Everyone else were thinking about the delicious food that would be set before them, just like Roxas.

Roxas frowned to himself. "Um, Superior Sir?"

Xemnas stopped. His shoulders slumped down in disappointment at being interrupted, but he brushed it off. "Yes Number XIII?"

Roxas twiddled his thumbs nervously. "My stomach hurts, Sir."

Xemnas blinked. "Oh, of course. The lunch!"

He motioned to the creepy wiggly creatures, which Roxas would later recognize as Dusks, to go get the food. Within minutes a wonderful feast was laid out along the extensive table. Roxas almost drooled on his plate. He went to reach for a large leg of meat, only to see it disappear as Saix snatched it, snarling at anyone who dared to come near his plate of food. The others stared at him in shock and horror; Xemnas just smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"But what about the rest of us?" Axel snapped at Saix, who just snarled back. "Oh yeah? Well take this!" he took a handful of mashed potatoes and chucked it at the blue-haired man.

Xigbar grinned and grabbed something else, green gelatin, and pitched it at Demyx, who was nailed in the face. "Food fight!"

Saix blinked, the food hitting him right in the middle of his scar. He entered berserk mode and literally flipped the table, hurling food everywhere with a roar.

Xemnas just quietly slipped behind his large chair and took cover, not wanting to ruin his hair.

Xigbar poofed to the ceiling and began throwing food at everyone who he could see.

Roxas was covered in food, unsure was to do.

Demyx laughed, "Woot! This is so much fun!"

The fight ended when gravy landed in Larxene's hair. The lightning user stood then and threw her knives at everyone except the Superior, paralyzing them all with the electric current. "Get gravy in my hair one more time," she hissed at Xigbar, who fell from the ceiling when the knife had embedded itself in his shoulder, "and I'll aim between the legs next time. And I never miss."

That said, Larxene stormed out of the room with a plate of food that hadn't been thrown. Once the door closed, the knives stopped sparking and everyone pulled the little daggers out.

"Way to ruin the fun," Xigbar grumbled, pulling the knife out of his shoulder and tossing it behind him. "So let's eat."

Now Roxas wasn't one to state the obvious, but he knew it had to be said. "How?"

The food was everywhere; on the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and even in his eyes. Axel was obviously not happy with his red hair, now green from lima-beans. Saïx snarled, attacking the meat that was on the ground and rolling around with it—obviously he had yet to return from his berserk state.

Xaldin sighed. "I'm not cleaning this up."

Xemnas' head reappeared, and he smirked. "Well since II started it, II can clean it up."

"That's a bloody brilliant idea!" Luxord applauded. Somehow, the Brit hadn't been covered in any food.

Xigbar's sneered at them, "But Axel threw the first shot. I just declared war. There's a big difference."

Xemnas frowned at Xigbar. "That's an order II." He knew very well that VIII would just light everything on fire. "Number VII... um... do I need to get you a muzzle?"

Saix stopped growling and biting at the meat and blushed, noticing all eyes on him.

Roxas frowned. Is that guy a man or an animal?

The Luna Diviner coughed lightly. "I'm sorry sir. I will try to control myself better."

Xigbar, meanwhile, was complaining as he went for the mop. He reappeared seconds later with the cleaning supplies and set to work.

"In the meantime," Xemnas said, "we will be taking lunch in the lounge. Cold cuts and such." He opened a portal and headed there first.

Roxas looked up at Axel. "Does this always happen?"

Axel grinned. "Only on the fun days Roxy! Only on the fun days!" He pushed the other into a newly opened portal.

Roxas tripped, landing with his butt up in the air in the lounge. Demyx chuckled, appearing out of a new portal next to Roxas. "Hehe Roxas! Nice one, buddy!"

"Who said he was your buddy?" Axel challenged.

Demyx grinned. "He hung out in my room this morning. That's why we weren't at breakfast."

Axel frowned, a slightly jealous look entering his eye. "Oh did he now?"

Demyx grinned, sticking his tongue out childishly. "Ya huh!"

Someone cleared their throat, effectively making all three boys jump. Xaldin rolled his eyes at them. "You're fighting over a child. Grow up." He walked away in a huff.

Luxord snaked his way over, as if sensing a way to get blackmail on Axel. "Oi mate, getting attached to 'im aren't cha?"

"Like hell I am," Axel muttered, looking away. "I just was feeling sorry for the kid after what Demyx must have put him through." He glanced at Roxas. "What did you and Demyx do, anyway?"

Roxas honestly couldn't remember much other than being hungry. "Listened to music," he guessed. That seemed about right.

"Oh, that's it?" Axel seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Anyway, let's grab our food before another fight breaks out."

Roxas did not understand why spending time with Demyx was a bad thing, but he followed the redhead anyhow to the center of the room, grabbing some sandwiches.

Not surprisingly, once again, the sandwich with the most meat was taken, and the Luna Diviner was crouching in the corner eating it, hoarding it like some kind of deranged animal.

Xigbar finally reappeared, having used his spacial abilities to just portal parts of the mess away. He thought what the Superior didn't know wouldn't hurt him. When he stepped through the portal, he turned to Saix in horror. "Uh... Superior, I think your dog needs to be fixed or something."

Xemnas looked over and sighed again. "Leave him be. At least he's not attacking people like last time." And that was the end of that.

Once lunch was finished, Axel approached Roxas and clapped the kid on the back. "Want to see my room?" he asked, grinning.

Roxas raised an eyebrow. Why was he receiving so much attention from the redhead? "Um... Axel, was it?"

Axel grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "You remembered kid! Got it memorized, eh?"

Lexaeus groaned from across the room. "Stop saying that..."

Axel stuck his tongue out at Lexaeus. "Aren't you supposed to be the 'Silent Hero,' Lexy?" He dodged a well-aimed book, probably one of Zexion's, and wrapped a lanky arm around Roxas' shoulders. "Come on. Make it worth your while?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

If Roxas had half a brain, he would've seen the suggestiveness of the offer and refused. Too bad he only had a quarter at the moment. "Sure. What do you want to do?"

Axel smirked, pulling the other close while leading him to his room. "Oh, just show you the main place to be, ya know?"

Demyx followed lamely like a puppy, only to be glared at by Axel. Demyx pouted, and whined a little before he saw Xigbar doing something fun and wandered over there.

They walked down the hall, and then they were in front of Axel's door, which was charred beyond recognition and the number was hanging off. Axel chuckled. "Here's my humble abode!"

This should have been another warning sign to Roxas, but his quarter of a brain didn't register the danger a charred door represented. Instead, he asked, "Does the rest of your room look like that?"

Axel grinned. "Maybe, maybe not." He ruffled Roxas' hair like a child, and opened the door to his room. Of course, it couldn't really be considered a room; more like the remnants of a house that firefighters couldn't save. The walls were charred and had several burn marks decorating the what used to be white decor. The rest of the room was a messy teenager's haven. Clothing was sprawled on the ground and thrown on the bed. The window had a sock hanging off of it and the dresser had boxers with flame decals haphazardly tossed on it.

Axel put his hands on his hips and chuckled. "Great room ain't it?"

Roxas blinked. "Um... it smells like... burning."

"Well yeah. That's the best part." Axel flopped onto his bed. "Keeps bugs and flowers out. Larxene and Marluxia hate the smell of burning." He grinned.

"Right." Roxas looked around the room once more. "You sleep in here?" Roxas wasn't a neat freak, but even with his lack of a brain he could tell this place was a pigsty.

Axel laughed. "Uh, yeah? Where else would I sleep?" He looked confused by the question, as if it had never occurred to him.

Roxas sighed lightly, rocking on his toes while watching the other. Axel seemed to notice his anxiety and patted the bed next to him, motioning for him to jump on as well. Roxas frowned at this, but approached the bed cautiously, he lifted his knee up slowly and started to climb on because it was a very high bed due to Axel's height. Axel chuckled and grabbed the back of Roxas' cloak, hoisting him up and plopping him right next to him.

Roxas felt his cheeks grow warm, and he didn't understand why on top of that, Axel was staring at him intensely with those emerald green eyes. Roxas decided maybe he should say something to break the tension. "Um...why don't you like Marluxia and Larxene?"

"Because they're as annoying as hell," Axel replied, still watching the Key of Destiny. "You haven't had to deal with them as long, but they'll piss you off soon, too. Especially Marluxia."

"How come?"

Axel shook his head, at last breaking eye contact with Roxas. "Besides his plant obsession, he has trouble keeping it in his pants."

Roxas blinked. "Come again?"

"He likes doing the other members."

"Doing what to them?"

Axel slapped his forehead. "Uh... certain things... you do... to... special people... ya know?"

Roxas frowned, not understanding. "Okay... So who does he do 'special things' with?"

Axel laughed a little, "Well, he's tried with just about everybody. I burnt him a few times, and he's stopped. He really likes to bother Vexen, but his first choice was our Berserker... Of course he didn't know about the Superior, sooo that's the reason why Marluxia can't reproduce."

Roxas cocked his head to one side. "How is that the reason?"

Axel grinned. "The Superior had Marluxia adjusted to deal with that drive of his."

"I don't get it! What drive? What things? Why are you talking in riddles Axel?" He pouted cutely.

"Keep it up, and I'll just have to show you," Axel teased, reaching out and holding Roxas's chin in his hand.

"Why don't you?"

That made Axel chuckle. "Well, I could, but then I wouldn't want to stop."

"Would I want you to?"

A rye smile. "Maybe, maybe not."

Roxas felt his cheeks grow hot again and he avoided the other's eyes. Axel lightly stroked his chin with the pad of his thumb, smiling and cooing, "You're so bashful Roxas." Roxas shifted a little and had a weird sensation, he didn't know how to handle it so he jumped up and dashed for the door, leaving a surprised Flurry sitting there dumbfounded.

Axel finally found his voice when Roxas was out the door. "Roxy, wait!"

The door slammed shut behind him, and Roxas stood with his back against the doorframe, his cheeks red and huffing out of breath. A silky-smooth voice asked from his one side. "Roxas isn't it? You look flustered. Did Axel do something bad?"

Marluxia's question made Roxas nearly jump out of his skin. After what Axel had done and said, he suddenly didn't trust the flowery assasin anymore. "N-nothing happened," Roxas stammered.

"Oh, nonsense," Marluxia said, his voice silky. "To get a Nobody riled up, especially an idiot like you, it had to be something good. What, couldn't get Axel in the mood?"

Roxas's lips turned a little, twitching, not knowing what response to give. "In what mood?"

Marluxia smirked, his face lighting up with amusement. "Oh. I see." He grinned to himself and leaned down next to Roxas. "You don't even get what sex is, do you?"

Roxas blinked. "No... Is it some kind of food?"

Marluxia's eyes glinted with some evil intent, he reached out towards Roxas. "Let me show you all about it-"

Roxas found himself being hoisted off the ground and all of a sudden Marluxia was being choked, held up by one strong arm. Lexaeus narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Number XI, do not ever attempt that again."

"It's not like I'd hurt the brat," Marluxia choked out, then gasped for air as Lexaeus's grip tightened around his throat. "Okay! Okay, I get it! Put me down."

Lexaeus released the assasin, who crumpled to the ground, gasping as he rubbed his neck. The Silent Hero then turned without another word and carried Roxas all the way back to the boy's room. He set Roxas down at his door and said simply, "Don't let Marluxia touch you again."

"But what was he going to do?" Roxas asked cluelessly.

Lexeaus blinked, then shifted awkwardly. "He was... um..." Embarrassed, he leaned down and whispered the details into Roxas's ear, which caused the boy to turn so red he made Axel's hair look drab. Lexeaus didn't look much more comfortable with the conversation. "Yes, so um... That's what Marluxia was getting at. And anyone else who talks like that."

Roxas felt like his face was on fire. He bowed a little in thanks to Lexeaus and closed the door quickly. He plopped back down on his own bed and thought about something. If Marluxia meant that, did that mean Axel wanted that too? Roxas looked at the ceiling with a disappointed expression, he didn't understand anything anymore. He closed his eyes quietly and decided to try again tomorrow.