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When Xemnas got through his explanation Sora stared at his serious expression for an entire minute before he erupted.

"You want me to do what?"

Sora wanted to leap up from his seat and run, storm out the door with a melodramatic flare that was uncommon to his usual attitude. He knew better though. Xemnas wouldn't be please and he'd probably get solitary because of it.

He watched as an irritated expression flitted across Xemnes's face but he felt a responding twitch in his lower bowels. He hadn't ever felt an urge to hurl that was so strong before but Xemnas was notorious for causing those sort of reactions from his employees.

"I want you to befriend Riku," Xemnas explained, deliberately annunciating every word.

Sora couldn't help but frown in response, "But, he'd never believe I wanted to befriend him."

"He doesn't need to believe it. He'll leap at the chance, he's already obsessed with you after all." Xemnas wasn't looking at him anymore, having turned the chair back towards the large window that had an eagle eye view over the city.

Sora stuck out his tongue at the back of the chair in a moment of childishness that felt as if it had gripped his intestines and twisted hard. The feeling caused him to shift in his seat and he abruptly stood, causing the chair to rattle ominously, as if it was about to fall over backwards.

"Yes sir," Sora said louder than necessary, "I'll see myself out."

Before Xemnas could say anything more, not that he would, Sora turned on his heel, nearly tripped over the chair, and walked to the door. Before he could even attempt to open the door Xemnas's voice stopped him.

"Riku has your next assignment, dismissed."

Sora didn't need any more encouragement.

He ran into Rikku, Paine, and Yuna on the way to the fourth floor but he ignored Yuna's pleas that he wait up. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone that wouldn't punch back.

With that one thought in mind Sora headed for where he knew one person, going stir crazy from being banned from missions, would welcome the distraction. When he reached the door that was his destination he knocked loudly, not caring if he was interrupting anything. It took a few minutes before the door was opened by a droopy eyed young man with wildly spiked hair.

"What are . . . ?" the other mumbled, obviously still sleepy.

"Roxas," Sora murmurred.

It didn't take any more than that.

"Sure, let me just . . . get dressed," Roxas yawned before turning around, leaving the door open while traversing through the swamp of clothes that was his room.

"Hand to hand?"

It had taken a half hour for Roxas to get dressed, Axel having interrupted fifteen minutes into Sora's wait. The only reason Axel hadn't been successful in dragging the blond away was because Roxas had threatened to castrate the fiery redhead and unlike most, it had been a very real, very valid, threat. Axel had been smart enough to not accuse it of being a bluff.

After that Sora and Roxas had spent the next fifteen minutes of arguing the best training place. Finally though, Axel, claiming headache, had settled it for them. Now they were on the eighth floor, in the middle of a fairly large room discussing what would work best to blow off some steam. Of course, Sora was a regular chatterbox during their spars so it was always better to pick the weapon that wouldn't lay them up for more than a few days.

"I'd prefer knives," Roxas insisted.

Sora frowned, bordering on pouting, before huffing out a breath, and stating petulantly, "I hate long range."

Roxas rolled his eyes but conceded, "Hand to hand it is," he sounded resigned but Sora discarded the thought, already readying a defensive stance and watching Roxas do the same.

"Xemnas," Sora grunted as a kick connected with the arm he used to guard his stomach, "is an ass"

He pushed the leg away with little effort, Roxas smoothly letting the leg drop, only to strike out with a fist, "What . . . gave you the impression he wasn't?"

Sora blocked it easily, talking having slowed Roxas's speed. Sora pushed Roxas's fist out of the way, at the same time kneeing Roxas in the stomach. He managed to connect, Roxas's arms having been occupied by both of his. He dropped to his knees and Sora backed away a smirk.

An hour later had Sora and Roxas both sprawled on their backs a few feet from each other, panting and sweating. Both were bruised and battered and Sora was bleeding heavily from a cut on his forehead.

"This what you had in mind?" Roxas nearly couldn't get it out, his breathes in and out almost too heavy for speech.

"Sorta."