Disclaimer: We, of Eddie and Alex, do not own the rights to any character or location from Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy.

"Lame…stupid…flowery…looks like a heartless chewed on it…" Riku threw the clothes out of the closet, ignoring the glare Roxas was giving him. Sora stood behind his twin at the mirror, fixing the spikes into an array he deemed appropriate. "Do you even own a suit?" Riku asked when he poked his head out of the closet.

"No," Roxas answered. "I see no need to own a suit when I work and live at the shop." He slapped Sora's hands away when the brunette started braiding his hair. "And what is wrong with the clothes I'm wearing now?" He pointed to the gray cargo pants, black tank top, and white jacket he wore.

"He gets this from Squall, doesn't he?" Riku looked at Sora. Sora shrugged. "Well, at least Squall wears clothes that fit his frame," Riku said as he turned back to the closet. "I have nothing to work with here. Wait…" he pulled a mesh shirt from the back of the closet. "What's this?"

"No," Roxas stated flatly. "It's a dinner at a restaurant, not a strip club."

"Well, there's nothing else!" Riku threw his hands in the air.

"Why don't we let him borrow something of yours?" Sora asked. He trailed his fingers lightly over Riku's arm.

"Sora, if you hadn't noticed, I'm taller than both of you," RIku stated, looking down at Sora for emphasis.

"Trust me, I know," Sora said quickly. "I meant, he could borrow a shirt. You're built about the same…maybe that silk one I like?"

"I've seen the aftermath of that shirt," Roxas spoke up. "I won't let that thing near my body." He had brushed the braid out of his hair and was walking toward the door. "I'm going to get Luxia to help me," he stated. He was almost out the door when Riku and Sora tackled him from behind, dragging him back into the room.

"Luxia will let you dress like you usually do," Riku stated. "Which is unacceptable if you're going to dinner with a rather sexy redhead." Sora glanced at him as if to question his attention to Axel's hotness. "Of course, Sora is still the hottest." Sora grinned and Roxas made a gagging sound in the back of his throat. "Now, shut up, sit down, and we'll take care of making you ready." Roxas wondered why he hadn't simply run when Riku and Sora had popped up in his room shortly after Axel left.

Meanwhile, Axel was in a café on the other side of Twilight Town. Across the table, Demyx was staring into his coffee while Zexion seemed more interested in the book he was reading than the conversation. "Zexy, I think our little Axel's finally growing up," Demyx nudged his partner. Zexion lowered the book enough for Axel to see the raised eyebrow. "Come on, it's not every day your best friend figures out girls aren't for him."

"Huh?" Axel tilted his head to the side. "But I like girls…"

"Please," Zexion placed the book on the table. "Ever since the fiasco with Larxene, we've been waiting for you to realize you were gay." He turned his only visible eye to Axel with a smirk on his face. "So, why are you freaking out now? You asked him on a date, not the other way around. You should be happy he accepted, otherwise, Reno would have supplied a date, and god only knows where he'd get her from."

"Yeah, but…"

"He kissed you. On the cheek," Demyx recanted. "Big whoop." He took a sip from his coffee. "So, are we helping you look drop dead sexy or not?"

"Fine."

"Zexion, call up the others. We're initiating Operation Fabulous," Demyx said quickly. Axel didn't like where this was headed.

A few hours later, Roxas was sitting on the reception desk, ignoring Sora and Riku's attempts to manage his hair. He had been forced into one of Riku's shirts; thankfully the two had relented about the silk one. The black button-down down shirt clung to his frame, and Roxas was still trying to figure out the purpose of the zippers on the shoulders. He wore the only pair of non-cargo pants he owned, slim jeans he'd thought had vanished some time ago.

"Well, Sora, I think we're done here," Riku spoke up. Sora nodded and giggled as he stepped back.

"The torture is done?" Roxas asked. He felt the urge to ruffle his hair just to annoy them.

"The torture will be worth it when a certain red head can't keep his hands off you," Riku smirked as he turned to the door. "Remember: no pain, no gain."

"Pervert," Roxas muttered under his breath.

"I heard that!" Riku shouted back, causing Sora to laugh. Roxas heard a quiet "But it's true," from his twin before the door swung shut. Roxas shook his head at the antics of the two.

"I haven't seen you this dressed up since prom," Squall commented as he walked into the main room. He glanced at Roxas. "Meeting that red head?"

"Yeah," Roxas nodded. Squall leaned against the doorframe. "So, don't wait up too long. I'm not sure when I'll be back."

"Whatever," Squall shrugged. "Just remember you have an appointment in the morning." He straightened and glanced at Roxas again. "And try to stay out of trouble tonight."

"Yes, Dad," Roxas rolled his eyes. Squall chuckled before disappearing into the hallway again.

"That's your dad?" a voice asked from the entrance. Roxas whipped around to see Axel standing there. The red head was dressed to kill, so to speak. Tight fitting leather pants ended in knee-high black boots. The silver trimming of the boots matched the silver button-down shirt that hugged his upper body. The top few buttons were undone, revealing the smooth, ivory neck and chest. Over the shirt, he wore a loose leather jacket that seemed to tie the entire outfit together. Roxas wondered if he should have worn the mesh shirt if only to compete with the Adnois before him.

"Uh, what?" Roxas asked. Axel chuckled.

"I asked if Squall Leonhart was your father?"

"Oh, yeah, he is," Roxas nodded. "Um, you look nice." He knew he was probably redder than Axel's hair, but he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the man.

"Oh, thanks," Axel laughed. "You're not so bad yourself." He glanced at his watch. "So, you ready for dinner?"

"Yep," Roxas hopped down off the desk. "So, where are we…" he glanced at the ride Axel had. "Oh my god."

"What?" Axel glanced at the bike. "Never seen one before?"

"Only when my uncle Cloud comes to visit," Roxas muttered. He stared at the large, black motorcycle. "It looks kinda like his…"

"Huh?" Axel shrugged. "It's on loan from my brother. He said it would be faster than taking the trains, anyway. You're not scared, are you?"

"You kidding?" Roxas grabbed one of the helmets from the motorcycle. "I've ridden on Fenrir, my uncle's motorcycle. As long as you don't drive as crazy as he does, I should be fine."

"I'll take that as a challenge," Axel swung his leg over the bike. "Well, climb on."

"Where are we headed anyway?" Roxas asked as he slid onto the motorcycle behind Axel. Axel didn't answer as he peeled away from the massage parlor. Roxas shrieked at the sudden movement and flung his arms around Axel's waist. Secretly, Axel thanked his brother for teaching him how to drive the motorcycle at fast speeds. He rather enjoyed the warm hands gripping his shirt.

"Well, here we are. Chéz XIII," Axel said as slowed to a stop.

…

Eddie: Took you long enough…

Alex: Shut up.

Kuramu: Can I be the Waiter?

Eddie/Alex: NO!