Chapter Four. Okay, okay. I've been losing my 'lets get everything done and over with' vibe. I'm still getting a lot of stories halfway finished though. This story, I have no clue what I'm doing with it. Well, there is some hints but they keep on changing over time. It's like, "I know that I can make it so much better than this" kind of thing. IT'S GOING SOMEWHERE THOUGH! -watches as it gets up and flies out the window- NO!

Anyways, I would like to thank all of the people who have reviewed to this story thus far, and to all the people who have faved or even put an alert on it. Thank you. I love you people in a non-stalkerish way! -Just so you know, ahaa- BUT REMEMBER REVIEWS MAKE ME WORK FASTER!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts but if I did then it would have been REALLY entertaining and twisted.

So we made it to the coffee shop. Alive, that is. I could have sworn that I had my two minute warning while riding on that motorcycle. However, since it was past two minutes and I'm still alive, I suppose it could have been my conscience who is throwing a party in my mind. It's partying over how much of a loser I was and now I met someone who is sexier than anyone I've ever seen before. Then again, maybe the gods were being extra nice to me now that I met one of them. The incredible sexy god.

We made it inside, the door chimes as well as we entered. That's just strange, isn't it? I mean, the bookstore door chimed also. The next thing I know I'll walk into someone's house and it will chime. What's next? Bathrooms? When I looked around the place, it looked like any ordinary coffee shop. Then I looked at the person who Axel waved at. Ho-Ly-Crap…

The first things going through my mind when I saw the… person was 'Is that a girl or a boy?' I really could not tell. They had pink fluffy hair that looked extremely feminine but still looked well built which was quite manly. Whoever it was, they just waved and gave a slight confused look in my direction. Actually, it was more that he was confuzzled and then intrigued as a smirk spread across his face. Oh great, time to meet someone else. He better not be some annoying idiot or I swear I will kill myself with some coffee then and there. Someway, somehow. I will kill myself.

Axel still had his arm around my shoulders, which he used as an advantage as he dragged me around. I wasn't complaining or anything, it was just that the pink haired- thing was scaring me shitless with the looks it threw at me. One almost looked as if it was staring at my ass! Oh god, please don't let this person come on to me! I want to at least determine their gender by looking at them, not just having sex with them. "Hey Marluxia! I want you to meet someone!"

The GUY named Marluxia just raised an eyebrow as both Axel and me sat down at his table. Taking one good look at me, he turned to the red head and in a bored voice said, "So this is the new meat, eh?"

New meat? What the fuck? I thought this was a halfway decent town until I'm referred to as 'new meat.' But hey, it really can't mean anything when some children show star wannabe insults you in such a way that it really doesn't mean anything. Plus, something else that made me worry less was when Axel frowned and narrowed his eyes at the other. Fight…?

Then, a picture of a catfight between the very sexy Axel and the pink-Ken wannabe came into my mind. Them, only dressed in skimpy leather outfits, brushing up against one another in a sensual way. The two rolling around in a heap of slick white cream.

Damn fucking hormones!

"Relax, Ax. I talked to Demyx earlier today." The guy shifted his position in the seat, crossing his legs. He gave me a half smirk before turning back to his cup of coffee in front of him. Don't think about the daydream, don't think about it! Damn it Don't think! I just scratched the back of my neck, hoping that we could continue this tour without me getting insulted in front of my face again. Or having daydreams about the people who insult me… Oh yeah, like that could ever happen.

Axel leaned forward, a newly formed smirk on his face. "So, Marly ol'boy? Do you think you could pull some strings today and let us get inside that new rave that they are throwing tonight? I mean, with you and your 'resources' you could just let us in the back or somethin'?"

Rave? The sound of that totally threw me out of my sexy daydreams. This small 'normal' looking town throws something such as raves! I wouldn't have guessed! Still, this town does seem a little weird… After a while, I'll figure out why that is… Maybe everyone is actually some kind of aliens who worship the ancient gods? Maybe? Anyone? Anyone want to take a stab at this question?

Though… The thought that I've found only a hand full of straight people residing in this town is still a bit odd…

Marluxia grinned, showing off his perfect pearly whites. "You underestimate my skills, Ax. Still, why do you want to go through so much trou-" He paused, looking at me. "Oh. Yes, well…" Taking another drink, he continued his gaze in my direction. Does anyone else feel a little bit creeped out by this guy? Anyone? Yes, I will continue to ask your opinion on my personal life. Don't like it, don't listen! "Of course I'll be able to let you guys in. You can even come in through the front doors, past the line and everything. On one condition."

"Name it."

Suddenly, he looked off to the side, like he was expecting someone to walk up at that exact moment. I raised a suspicious eyebrow at the action while the red head just sat there waiting. No, Barbie did not plan to meet you that day Wannabe-Ken. Frowning in displeasure, he answered in a not-so-bubbly manner, "We'll discuss this later. Give it some time."

At that, he got up, say his farewells, and walked out the door. I, of course, just sat there with a raised eyebrow like an idiot, wondering what the hell was going on around here. Oh wait, I don't even know this town or any of the people in it. That's right. Plus the added feature of everyone still staring at me! What in hell do they want with me?

I just took a big reality check on my surroundings. Okay, people are staring at me with stalkerish looks plastered on their faces. Check. I'm currently being guided by the red head sexy beast. Check. However, right now I was staring out at some of the stalkerish people nearby and giving them very confused- and slightly scared- glances.

Three Checks. Alright.

When I turned back to the other, I finally noticed something that I had failed to notice before.

"Why do you guys have matching tags?" I didn't realize the question actually escaped through my own lips. Hell, I couldn't even recognize my own voice for that matter. It was overly small and sounded just a bit shy. Why would I be shy of asking a simple question like that? It's not like I'm asking to have sex with him! Stupid, stupid me!

His slim fingers trailed over the dog tags on his neck, the sound of them jingling together made my attention shot straight to the action. Wait, didn't I see others with those tags also? I could see them in my head but couldn't remember any faces. Maybe a name? Now who were those people again… Nothing came to mind. Oh, what the hell… I don't really care about them… He sighed, "It's sort of like… A status symbol. More like a gang symbol if you think about it. Doesn't exactly… Well… Matter, persay. It shows what group I'm from."

I nodded my head even though he was making no sense what-so-ever. So, this town wasn't as friendly as I thought? Gangs? I've seen a lot of gangs in my say. I lived in a rather, um, unsafe city. It wasn't that bad, not like I would walk out my front door and get shot. There were times were a person would get jumped right off the street though. Seriously, wouldn't take this guy as a 'gang' type of guy. Maybe more of a 'gang bang' type guy. Yeah, that one's more like it. "What does it say about you?"

A halfhearted smile formed on his lips as he pulled on the chain so I could be able to see the tags. A strange symbol was engraved on one as on the other was the Roman number for eight. "I'm in the Organization, kid. I know that you're new around here and all, but just… Don't get involved with it if you know what is good for you." I stopped staring at the symbol to look up into his eyes. They were glistening, the lids being half closed as a devilish smirk spread across his lips at me. He looked hungry for something other than the muffins and pastries that they sell here. "You seem like a good kid. I would like to see your head still sitting firmly on those shoulders of yours for just a little while longer…"

I didn't notice but I actually shuddered at the thought. Was the Organization dangerous? What did he mean about having my head still be on my shoulders? A little while longer? Man, what the hell did I get thrown into? I could end up dead by one of these people. Couldn't I? Would Axel…? Wow, that is strangely sexy in my opinion. "Is Marluxia part of the Organization?"

The red head took one good look around, making sure that no one was over hearing the conversation. Was this gang really serious? Could you get hacked by even talking about it? "Yeah. He's number eleven. Seriously, Rox. Don't ask so many questions. I don't want anyone to know I told you about the Organization… Plus there is the fact that I have no clue what I should be telling you. Still, the matter of 'It is a dangerous business' always comes to mind."

"Alright." Or you get your ass capped? Who would harm a sexy creature like that? Still I nodded along, grabbing a hold of the dogs tags and leaning in closer to get a better look at it. "How many members are in it?"

"Right now? There are twelve members."

Instead of calling it a gang, couldn't he say that it was an Organization of people? That would have frightened me less. Seriously! Someone needed to use a little more sense. Then something struck my mind, "Right now? Are you expecting more members?"

That is when he smiled, "Some."

Okay. His eyes stared directly into my own as he asked it. The hairs on my neck stood up as began to gather my thoughts together. Shaking my head slightly, I decided to drop that question completely to move onto something that I had caught earlier. Wow, right now I was full of questions, wasn't I? If I needed to understand what this town is all about, what better way than asking questions. Right? "You said that the dogtags represent what gang you are from… Are there any other gangs?"

Sighing, he spoke, "Can we stop using the word 'gang'?"

Oopes, my bad. Maybe I was getting a little bit ahead of myself. Well, he was the one who used the word first. I just simply used it once again. Possibly. Hopefully he wasn't upset with me over this. Embarrassed by my mistake, I gave a short and almost stuttered reply. "Yeah… Sorry…"

There was silence as he starred down at the table. Great, I pissed him off, didn't I? "There are two others who have been living in this general area in the past five years. There had only been one group that given the town the worst trouble."

"What group is that?" What are they called? Why do they live here? Do they hurt people? How many members are in that group? What is their status? Does everyone here know about them? Are they notorious? What have they done to this town? Are people afraid of them? Have the cops done anything about this? Can the police do anything about this? Who keeps them from destroying the town? Will I be seeing them later? Are they a major threat? Have they killed people? Is this town even safe to look at? Should I be afraid of them? Will they come after me? Can I fight them away? Will they kill me?

"Sora will probably inform you when you get home."

Home. Ha ha, that was a charming thought. Yeah, thank you Axel for giving me a good laugh. Not like I would actually be going there anytime soon. Why the hell would I ask that kid anyways? He looked innocent, he wouldn't know anything about gangs and such. Would he? That would be a huge shocker. Probably would put me into emergency care from having a heart attack. Continuing on with our Q and A session, "What does Sora have to do with this?"

Shaking his head, he said, "It's not my place to say."

Come on, Axel. Give me something a little more outgoing than just that! I felt as if I were being cheated out of information here. He knew something, he just wouldn't tell me. I will let it slide, for not at least. It still was totally not fair though! "Will I meet the rest of the members?"

"Eventually.

Damn it. Another simple answer. This guy is killing me! "Can you be kicked out?"

The look on his face made me lower my voice. Oh… Okay… Grim and bitter, I took that expression as a yes. A chill ran down my back as I thought about the next question. It came out in a small voice.

"How dangerous is it?"

I could feel his hot breath on my forehead. I almost forgot that we were sitting that close to one another at the table. I felt as hot air was blown into my ear gently. Involuntarily, I shuttered. Axel's voice was husky, making me feel awkward being so close to him. Especially in a public place. I mean, Jesus. The people were already staring at me! I didn't need to give them a new reason to stare! It didn't matter as I awaited the damn answer to the damn question that I had asked. It came. Oh yes, it came and his lips were brushing up against my earlobe. "Very. It's nothing to fool around about."

"You'll be hurt?"

"Usually. Sometimes it's my own fault… Other times not. I wouldn't try anything to get on their bad side. Got it?"

"Could you be… killed?"

God, I choked on the words. Not breathing anymore, I stopped to stare at my hands. Then I noticed that he had stopped as well; I couldn't even tell that he was breathing anymore either. His head moved slightly, almost burying his face in my hair. I sort of took a double take by this, freezing any of my body's movements as well. The sexy god was touching me more, we were too close. I really couldn't tell if my body was ready for something like this. My side was pressed up against his chest while his arms was still around my goddamn shoulder, the hand exploring what it could.

Sweet Jesus… Don't let there be a campsite down there…

Or a party… Just because this is a public place…

I let go of the dog tags watching as they reflected light as they moved on their own. In a quiet voice, I said, "Sorry. I-I'll stop asking questions."

It was silent for a little while and I had the thought of him molesting me right then and there. Then the next thing that came out of his mouth made took me aback a bit. At first I was shocked, then confused, then began to burst out into fits of laughter by the smirk that was fixed on his face. "Twirl or cut your spaghetti?"

"I twirl, if you must know…"

"Me too." He tapped on his chin lightly, thinking of another random question to throw at me. "Do you type fast?"

I laughed, wondering why we was asking me this. Wait. I laughed? Why am I enjoying myself so damn much? So far I've been through hell to get to this place and now I want out of it! How could I just forget about everything to enjoy myself with this stranger. Well… He was pretty damn sexy… "I would say so. You?"

"I do the best I can. I'm not really a computer person though. Technology seems to hate my being." Now he held me closer with the arm wrapped around my shoulders, relaxing back into his seat. He pulled me closer so I could lean on his chest. Oh jeeze. A little bit of a blush formed on my cheeks but I shook some hair in my face, hoping he wouldn't notice it. Hopefully. Was there luck on my side? "Have you ever walked outside completely naked?"

I couldn't believe it, but I actually had to put a hand over my mouth to hold back some of the laughter. He was laughing to, smirking as he did so. Now my hopes of not blushing was shattered by that one question. "No, I haven't actually. Not yet anyways."

"Well, it's always a good thing to change up your routine a bit, right? Now me? I've done- some- stuff like that. That especially." He paused, while I returned his smirk. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Living in darkness my whole entire life, and I still answer that question. What are you guys talking about? I am the darkness. There's no way to really explain it, but there cannot be darkness without me being there. Of course, I really did not think about scaring the living shit out of him. No, the answer that I had come up with in my head seemed far too emo for my liking. "Not anymore."

"Ohhh… Roxie used to be scared of the dark, huh?" I rolled my eyes but smirked regardless. He pulled me even closer to him to where my hand accidentally touched the guy's thigh. It was frozen there since my brain was already in the 'Oh shit, you idiot' zone. Smirking at my embarrassment, I watched as he made no attempt to move it. He seemed committed to keep it there. Oh great, now I have to concentrate on something other than our conversation. That's just great… "I used to be the same… But if you ever get scared… I'll happily be your teddy bear."

Woah. Wait. Rewind that and play it back in slow motion… Maybe try the play-by-play function on your remote because we need to be sure that the sexy god said this. He'll be my teddy bear? I'm starting to like this place a whole lot better than my old town. A hell of a lot better…

He ran his free hand through his red spikes again, which was another supermodel moment. "Do you enjoy piercings and tattoos?"

"Oh? It depends on what you take into the context of that sentence." Something flashed in the other's emerald eyes that made me lean closer into his touch, the feeling of being nervous obviously flying out the window. My heart was beating loud in my ears as the butterflies in my stomach danced to the rhythm. Before I knew what I was thinking, my hand was moving up his leg a bit. Take. Me. Now. "I wouldn't care if I had them on me. I don't but… If you meant it the other way then I would say… I like them. They are attractive. Very much. I find them quite appealing."

"Oh really?" He said fixed with a Cheshire Cat smirk. Leaning down, almost eye level with me, he added, "Well, I guess that just leaves one more question that needs to be asked."

A thousand questions are running through my mind right now. How could it be just one? Damn, I hate not having the ability to read other people's mind. Well… At least I don't sparkle in sunlight. Still… Sparkling in sunlight may be pretty cool- Damn it Roxas and your short attention span!

If he asks me to get the hell away from him I'm gonna be P.…

His free hand had found itself resting on the base of my neck, which I hadn't noticed there before. A small chill was sent up my spine as I awaited the all too important question.

"Will you happily say yes to being my date at the rave tonight?"

God, if I wasn't already in his arms, I would have fainted. Not just faint, but faint and raise all the way back up to cloud nine. I was in his arms though, so it was good enough for me.

There was no way to turn this guy down. This incredibly sexy- and now I know dangerous- guy. He began to pout, since I was taking my good old time thinking this easy answer over and over in my head. "Let me see… don't think I have any appointments today… No… No… Well, it looks like you got lucky today…"

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. With a cocky smirk, he asked, "So that means 'Absolutely, I would love to since you're the most amazing human being that I've ever laid eyes on?'"

Actually, if you must know… It's a hell yes, I'm so happy to get drunk with you, grind with you, and hopefully wake up with you after a long night of rough sex. And also I would love to since you're the most amazing human being that I've ever laid eyes on. But of course that part is after the first few reasons. That's just so you know. "Something like that…"

"Well let's continue our little tour so we can have some time just to hang out before the party begins." He said, flashing his pearly whites down at me. We both got up and left the small café to walk over to his motorcycle.

So, maybe I underestimated this town before… I've found that I'm totally heel over fucking heels for it now. However, this totally isn't a normal town to start my normal life in. Maybe I will be the only 'normal' one here. Hm, something to look forward to…

-End of chapter 4- Well… Yeah. This didn't originally happen in the first copy. I change it for the better… Kind of. Teehee. Anyways. I'm so sick right now, INSANELY SICK. I can barely move out of my bed, so I'm lying down and typing while I'm in my bed. I never really give up… most of the time. You all know how it is. Especially if you have seen the gaps between my updates.

Review if you wish, tell me what you think, tell me that I should actually work on this story more.

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