I know, I know, I say this a lot.

I am so, so, so. Sorry. The months slipped by me so fast, and it really didn't seem as long as it really… was. Please don't shoot me? You know, to the seven people who're reading this.

On a happier note… HOLY SHIT, SEVEN PEOPLE. (I'm new to this, can you tell?)

I can't believe you guys want to read more of my story… -bliss- I love you guys!


Roxas


Two weeks later and Sora still hadn't come back. Three weeks later, and I had run out of food. Part of me wants to be pissed at Sora, but deep down… I know he's right.

I sighed, looking around the empty kitchen in dismay. Dammit. He was serious when he said he wasn't coddling me anymore. I sighed again, running a hand through my golden locks.

I guess… it's about time I went shopping.


Axel


Goddamn, where's the cinnamon in this place?

The grocery store was practically empty of all life, and as Axel roamed the aisles he wondered vaguely where all the employees had gone. What, did they all get abducted by aliens? He huffed impatiently, and leaned against a shelf. Fuck it- cinnamon can wait.

He moved to push himself off the shelves, but mistakenly put his hand on the shelves' unfortunate residents as opposed to the shelf itself. The objects offered little resistance to his weight, and his arm promptly went through the carefully arranged items, pushing them aside as easily as if they were blades of grass. There was a clatter, and suddenly the floor was littered with fallen containers of… Well, whaddaya know. There's the cinnamon.

He bent down, gingerly picking up a jar of the seasoning. How the fuck did I miss that? He carefully made his way to the counter, a little bit shifty after the accident in the aisle. Hope nobody saw that… flashing the lady at the counter a charming smile, he paid for his groceries and walked briskly towards the door.

Halfway out the door, he was hit with the sudden realization that he'd left his wallet on the checkout counter. As he turned around to make his way back inside, he felt something (someone?) bounce off of his chest. He glanced down to see the unfortunate blonde boy sprawled unceremoniously on the floor, surrounded by spilt groceries. The way he looked around was strange, Axel noted- as if he'd never seen the world before. Like a country kid in New York City. Axel quickly looked around, and then hung his head in resignation with a sigh- he'd lost the cinnamon when the two of them had bumped into each other. The universe… it's out to get me, I swear.

"Hey, kid," He reluctantly bent down "You okay?"

"I'm… I'm fine." The boy scowled, ducking his head to hide his growing blush.

Axel rolled his eyes (in the most suave fashion, of course) and blew an imaginary strand of hair off of his face, but continued to help the kid pick up his groceries.


Roxas


I scrambled to pick up the groceries, absolutely horrified that I'd managed to crash into someone on my first day out of the house.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" I muttered a hurried reply, fixing my gaze on the floor with a frown so he wouldn't see how embarrassed I was. I busied myself with snagging an orange that had been rolling away, hoping he would take his leave, but the man seemed intent on helping me.

After we had picked up the spilt groceries, and exchanged some items (somehow he'd ended up with my cereal, and I'd ended up with an abnormally large jar of cinnamon) He accompanied me out the door. I flushed again, realizing that I didn't have a ride- in the heat of the moment I'd gathered all my courage and raced out the door to my house. I hadn't even the faintest idea how I was to get home.

Seeming to read my mind, the redhead remarked, "You need a ride or something, kid?"

"N-no, I'm fine."

"…Really?" He raised his eyebrow, his tone disbelieving. "Look, you're staring at the parking lot like the world just ended. You don't have a way home. And although I'm sure you're a good little boy who doesn't get into cars with strangers, this time it might be a good idea."

"E-excuse me?" I whipped around to stare at him- how old did this jerk think I was?

"Calling me a little boy isn't going to help your case. I'm old enough to drive, you know."

The redhead just snorted good-naturedly and led me over to a beat-up red car, opening the back trunk and placing his groceries inside.

"C'mon, it's not like I'm some random pedophile that pulled up next to you. Relax a little, you're practically a zombie." I glared at him for a moment, but wordlessly placed my groceries inside the car, stiffly climbing into the front seat.

"I'm Axel, by the way." He stuck out his hand with a grin. I wasn't sure I liked the mischief dancing just behind those green eyes, but I shook his hand anyway.

"Roxas."

It's nice to meet you.


Hey, guys! I absolutely forgot about this story, HOWEVER, I was at Anime Evolution today (I was Zexion :'D) And I realized- HEY, IT'S AKUROKU DAY! So I rushed home afterwards and finished writing this chapter for all (seven) of you! -love-LOVE- You guys are wonderful xD