Disclaimer: -sigh- No.

Wow, after forever and a day I've finally updated! Woohoo! =D After playing Re: CoM, I felt this extreme urge to go and write KH stuff. Teehee. I got Re: CoM for Christmas. What did you guys gets for the holidays? By the way, have a safe and happy New Year!

Oh, and, I just watched Yes Man with Jim Carey the other day; wow, it will CHANGE your LIFE. Besides, kudos to the directors for putting Jumper in there. Anyway, I recommend you go see it.

Special thanks to roxas-kh, summerIIfire (I love your username, by the way!), Stephen2462, Lady Rini, k2, Din's Daughter, .Nana Potato, Hikari inai kasumi, lebrezie, and of course, everyone else, too! Teehee.

P.S. So you don't get confused, whenever the story is in the Disney castle(i.e. scenes with Sora), 'The Queen' refers to Queen Minnie(unless I specify), and whenever it's in the Square castle(i.e. scenes with Roxas), 'The Queen' refers to Naminé. So you don't get confused. :D

The Black Thirteen

Stage the Third: The Fixed Destiny

It had been two years since the younger's supposed 'death'. Curiously enough, in Disney castle, there were rumors stirring about a brigade of knights who were not traditional that followed the Queen of Square. The rumors stated that there were thirteen of them, so the people of Disney dubbed them 'The Black Thirteen'. By the time this rumor reached the older de Luz, his attention was not on the rumors, but clearly on something, or rather someone, else...

The sixteen year-old squire of the Disney Kingdom had been in an oddly melancholy mood today. He had gotten over his brother's death, though it took him a full year to realize he was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Sure, he and Roxas hadn't been the type of twins that held hands and wore the same exact shirt, but Sora would've liked to think they had been as close as twins were supposed to be.

King Mickey had tried to contact his parents, but they were gone. Without a trace. The whole castle, the entire fortune of the de Luz family, was left to him. Sora. With all of this suddenly tumbling upon his shoulders, Sora would often go into a melancholy state, where he would stare out at the window with a lost look in his blue eyes. Today was one such time, where Sora would reminiscence on the times he had with his family, however short.

Normally he would not have time to lament like this, but since his brother's death, Donald and the rest of the staff have been sympathetic towards him. He just thought it was a shame that none of his family would be there for the ceremony when he got knighted, a thing that was coming up in the next two years or so. Sora's thoughts ended when the door burst open, revealing a servant who looked quite flustered, as if the Queen had wanted to marry him.

Sora blinked, looking at the servant who had interrupted his brooding mood. "Yes?" He asked calmly, standing up and shaking his head slightly, as if to shake the thoughts out of his mind.

"Um..." The servant placed a hand on his hand, seeming to think. Sora sighed and sat back down; slumping in his chair. Another unsuccessful attempt to get him out of the castle. Normally he would appreciate the opportunity, because the times he got out of the castle and actually into the city were few and far between. But now, getting him out into the city was just an attempt by Their Majesties to get his mind off of his sorrow. Who wouldn't be sad? His entire family was just ripped away from him.

Then, the servant made a noise that sounded like he was choking. Sora glanced at the servant, to see him panicking and running around in circles. He stood up, and said, "Calm down, calm down! You're going to get a heart attack! I'll go outside, okay? Just stop that!" The way the servant was panicking made Sora nervous, like the sky was about to fall or something.

The servant stopped panicking, bowing in his gratitude. Sora sighed and walked out of his room. He supposed the fresh air wouldn't be too bad for him. Maybe seeing people would make him happier, or so he hoped. He hummed a happy tune as he exited the castle and began to walk the castle grounds, deciding not to go out to the city. However, as he passed one of the windows, out of the corner of his eye he caught something in the room. Looking at it closely, he could see that it was the same servant panicking to another panicking servant, whilst pointing at him. 'Geez, they are so annoying!' He thought, exhaling deeply and knocking on the window.

The servant ran up to the window, holding up a piece of paper that had something written on it. Sora frowned, crossing his arms. Was this some kind of insult? Everyone knew that most knights couldn't read or write much more than their name. Since they were soldiers, it was normally not a problem, but this was just irritating! He rolled his eyes, mouthing, 'Alright, I'll go!' to them. Then he saw the servants dancing together at his proclamation. How melodramatic .

Walking out to the streets, Sora was almost shocked at how life was bustling around him in all forms. In forms of trading, as seen by the peddlers on the streets trying to sell their wares to a spaced-out customer, in forms of entertainment, as seen by a juggler who was juggling thirteen oranges (and a banana) simultaneously much to the amazement of his crowd; in forms of anything. It was so sprightly out here in the streets, that Sora wondered why he ever wanted to be back in that humdrum castle with it's interminable activities, such as the painstaking endurance training.

He continued to hum a happy tune as he walked through the cobblestone streets of the city. It was a large city, but some parts of it were restricted for the aristocrats and parts of it were restricted for the peasants. When Sora had asked the King why this was, it was so that riots would not break out between the two classes. Absentmindedly whistling his way through the occupied people of Disney, his attention fell back down to Earth when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing behind him, he saw it was a hunchbacked old man with an monocle who wanted his attention. Sora tilted is head, thinking, 'Ah! Why does an old man want me?'

"Your...necklace..." The old man croaked, pointing a shaky, gnarled finger at Sora's necklace. Subconsciously, Sora touched it. The necklace the old man was talking about was his crown necklace. Of course, it was Sora's most prized possession. He always wore it; it was a gift from his family on his seventh birthday. Come to think of it, Roxas didn't have a matching one, actually, now that the memory had dawned on Sora, Roxas hadn't received a gift at all. 'It doesn't matter now,' Sora thought dully, 'He's dead.'

"Please...I wish..." The old man coughed again, covering his arm with a velvet flowing sleeve. He then pointed to a shop, where Sora read the sign.

It clearly read 'Appraisal'. Sora looked back down at his necklace and then looked at the old man. "You want to examine this?" He asked, and the old man nodded. His grip on Sora's shoulder was surprisingly tight, and he hobbled over to the shop and pushed Sora into the store. The old man following, he pointed his hand to the counter where an old woman stood.

"Is this your wife?" Sora asked, and the old man coughed out a 'yes', pushing Sora towards her. She had gray hair with streaks of caramel blonde, her hair thrown messily up into a bun with a bunch of strands sticking out of it. Though she was probably very beautiful when she had been younger, now her face was covered in wrinkles, but her eyes retained her earlier youth as well as kindness. Sora glanced back at the old man and then at his wife, thinking, 'I wonder if this is how my wife and I are going to look when we're older.' He then shuddered at the thought. Why wonder about the future? It was the moment, the present, that mattered.

"Oh, dear, I am so sorry, young man," The old woman said, taking his hand into hers, "But we are terribly poor and business has not been so good. We are so desperate my husband has just been taking people off the streets whom have good taste in jewelry. Now, may I see your necklace?"

"Ah..." Sora touched it, not wanting to take it off. He never usually did so, and he was afraid the old woman would steal it. He shook his head at the preposterous idea and then took his necklace off and handed it over to the woman, as the old man hobbled over and handed her his monocle. Using her husband's monocle, she examined Sora's necklace. He hoped she would be done soon, he felt strange without it on.

"Oh, amazing!" The woman said in shock, dropping her husband's monocle. "This is orichalcum--the most expensive and beautiful material in the world, and these chain links are just so...You must be the son of a powerful lord.."

Sora nodded, wondering if he should state his name or not. Noticing the looks of slight hatred in sparking their eyes, he decided not to. Wondering how he should ask for it back, he was saved by the chime of the door, signaling that someone else had entered the appraisal shop.

"Excuse me," Spoke up a very lovely feminine voice, "Can you tell me how much th--oh, that pendant!" Sora looked to see who the newcomer was. Well, since he didn't get a full face view, he could say this: She had a really nice profile. She had indigo eyes, cascades of silky auburn hair, and her smile was positively radiant. 'It's too bad I'm standing next to her.'Sora thought, cursing his bad luck.

"Oh, this?" The old woman looked at it, then looked at Sora, saying, "It's this young man's." She smiled slightly and handed it back to him.

"How much?" The girl demanded, turning to face him. She was a girl of small stature, Sora towering above her only about six or so inches. Or maybe he was just a tall kid for his age. The girl looked to be around his age, and it went without saying to say that she was stunningly beautiful. Sora was so caught up in his gawking, that the girl coughed loudly, and with a determined stare she demanded, "How much?" once more.

"Huh?" Sora blinked, then looked back down at the necklace, "O-Oh, it's not for sale." Her smile faded, looking terribly disappointed, as if she had just walked through a flooding town while raining. "I'm sorry, it's just...special to me. My parents whom have supposedly passed on gave it to me as a gift. It's the only thing I have left of my family."

"Oh!" The old woman looked surprised, "You don't happen to live at Disney castle, do you?"

"Yes, I do," Sora said with a nod. The girl looked surprised, as did the old couple.

"You're Sora de Luz?!?" All three shouted in his ear. Sora gulped, put the necklace back on(for safety measures) and nodded.

"Oh, oh my! I did not know we were in the presence of a future knight!" The old woman said, and bowed. Her husband bowed as much as he could as well.

"I knew I recognized the symbol," The old man wheezed, "The crown of..." He coughed again, waving his hands as if it were a signal for Sora to finish his sentence.

"Oh, you mean the symbol on our coat of arms? Yeah, the crown is the symbol of the de Luz family," He said, nodding. "Well, um, it was very nice to meet you all but I'm afraid I have to be getting ba--ack!" He practically choked when that girl grabbed onto his collar as he was walking away.

"Not so fast!" The girl said, Sora stopping and turning, wondering what she wanted. This girl had a lot of spunk, he liked that she wasn't a pushover like most girls. She was pretty, too, and that was a major bonus. "I have a...um," She coughed and cleared her throat, "errand to do at the castle, would you mind escorting me there after I'm done?"

"Of course not!" Sora replied, giving her one of his trademark grins. Which Sora had heard the female servants talk about in the castle once, that and his gorgeous azure eyes. Sometimes he just loved how loud girls could talk.

"Okay, The girl said, and sighed, placing what she had originally wanted appraised on the counter. "Can you tell me how valuable this is? I don't really want to get rid of it, but if it's worth a lot..." She placed a shield on the counter. Sora knew a lot of knight's crests, but he hadn't seen one like that before. It was the mythical bird of fire, the phoenix, and it was rising from elaborately painted flames. It was quite a beautiful family crest, Sora was almost jealous that his was just a stupid crown that radiated light.

"Ah," The old woman ran her hands over the shield, and spoke, "This is a handful of years old--perhaps ten or twelve? This was a knight's, I presume your lover's or maybe your father's, and he died in battle? I can tell by the blood splatters."

The girl's face turned as red as her hair as she stuttered, "O-Oh no, no, no! I don't h-have a l-lover...at least, n-not yet...I-I mean!" Her face turned even redder(if possible) as she tried to recover, "Um...it's...or, was, my brother's. He..." Her face fell, and she looked down, a tear dropping on the counter, "...all they found was his shield."

"If it makes you feel better," Sora said, able to empathize with the girl, "My twin died in battle, so I know how you feel." He placed a hand on her shoulder, as a form of comfort, hoping it wouldn't be too awkward since they just met and all. He didn't even know her name! But misery did love company. She sighed, and looked up at him, smiling sadly, the radiance of her smile dimming into a glimmer of a gloomy day. It was sort of weird, though, how both of their brothers' bodies were never found. Maybe it was a coincidence...

"My condolence is to you both," The old woman smiled to brighten up their moods, then looked at the shields. "Well, any piece of armor is costly...and since this has a very lovely design, so I'm thinking it would fetch for a very high price for collectors."

"Ah, thank you. How much?" The girl asked, taking out a small brown bag that jingled with munny, "I'll pay for you, too, Sir Sora de Luz."

"Oh, no," The old woman shook her head, "Just seeing the youthful again is all my husband and I need. Please, run along now, you two!" The wheezing old man shooed them out of the store.

Once out of the store, Sora looked to the girl, and finally mustered up enough courage to ask, "What's your name?"

"Oh, it's Kairi. Kairi Kasei." She smiled again, holding the shield tightly. "I guess we've both lost important things, huh? I'm glad I found someone who can understand the pain and..." She trailed off, sighing heavily and adding, "depression I've been feeling."

"And how you sometimes go into a lamenting mode, just thinking about your memories with them. Yes, Miss Kairi Kasei, I know that feeling all too well," Sora said and sighed as well.

"Oh no," Kairi chirped with forced cheerfulness, "Please just call me Kairi!"

"Likewise," Sora said, giving her a grin. She looked amused for a moment, then perplexed.

"Why on earth would you want to be called Kairi?" She asked, and seeing her genuine expression, to see that she wasn't saying that just to be funny, was priceless. They looked at each other for a moment, then started laughing until their sides were about to fall off and they were tearing.

"I haven't laughed like that in a long time," Sora chuckled, wiping a tear away from his eye, "I like that you have a sense of humor. Disney Castle can be such a boreat times."

"Oh, well then, it's a good thing that we're going to be seeing each other often, Sora!" She said, her eyes as laughing and kind as her tone of voice. Sora wondered what she thought of him, but whatever it was, he hoped it was at least as half as good as the things he thought about her.

"Huh? D-Did you j-just say...?" He asked, completely shocked. She wasn't going to be a...oh no, Sora couldn't think like that! Her brother had been a knight, wasn't she an noble? Don't get Sora wrong, he didn't care about the classes, but it was just that other people did.

"Yes. My little 'errand' that I told you about earlier...well, um, I'm actually applying for a position as a maid there! I thought that entering with you would earn me some brownie points." She said, looking at him to see what he thought. Sora looked slightly disappointed, and Kairi could tell he thought that she was an aristocrat. Quite sharply, she said, "I'm surprised. I thought you were above all of that talk of the importance of staying with your social class."

"No, Kairi, I'm not--"Sora didn't get to finish his sentence before she shook her head, an angry look on her face, as she stomped away. Sora sighed, looking crestfallen. 'Great. Now she thinks I'm a jerk!' He frowned. He wasn't, really, it was just that it was his initial emotion. Geez, wasn't he allowed to show his surprise? Wondering how to get on her good side, Sora trudged through the rest of the city with a disheartening frown on his face. Sighing, he turned around, as he suddenly felt eyes bore into him. He looked around, seeing that no one was watching him. Looking up in the sky, he couldn't help as if he were being watched...

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"Roxas, Her Majesty wishes to see you." Came the monotone voice of one of Roxas' fellow knights. There were thirteen of them in all, including himself. They were all of the Queen's Knights, and one of them was also a body double for her when she wanted to get out of the castle.(Which was quite often, Roxas had learned to realize Naminé deplored paperwork with all of her heart and soul)

"Huh?" Roxas lost his concentration, and losing your concentration when shining one's swords was not a good thing. "Ah--ow! Zexion, you have the worst timing!" He shouted back to the person who had called to him through the door to his room. Which was quite fancy because he was the Queen's favorite(everyone knew it and hated him for it) out of the thirteen of her knights. Looking back at his now-bleeding hand(which had slipped when his concentration was lost thanks to Zexion), he sighed and knew the Queen would freak out if she even saw bandages. She hated people being hurt, so it was hard to believe that she was the Queen of a warring country.

Roxas sighed, bandaging his hand anyway and then placing his gloves on from his 'uniform'(which was nothing more than a black cloak. Honestly, the Queen was a wonderful artist but as far as fashion went she lacked creativity) which totally did not match the outfit he was wearing, but like he cared about how good he looked.

He placed his swords, which(of course) had both been given to him on his ceremony two years ago by the Queen herself, in their sheaths, he walked outside of his room. It had been discovered that he was ambidextrous, so he could wield a sword in each hand. It took a while getting used to, but eventually he felt more comfortable wielding two swords than one. As he walked outside, he saw his fellow knights walking around in the hallway where all of their rooms were.

Meeting him was not the brilliant Zexion (was there anything that kid did not know?), but Roxas' best friend, Axel. At first, he was hostile towards anyone(especially Axel) except for the Queen, he eventually warmed up to them all. "So, what's it like being the Queen's favorite?" The redhead, five years older than himself, asked.

Roxas laughed, "You guys are never going to let me live it down, huh?"

"Well..." Axel shrugged, "You should hear what she says when you're not around. Instead of making laws and making public appearances, she's always daydreaming about you, and half the time whatever she says is about you and how you make fun of her."

"I-I don't make fun of her!" Roxas replied, crossing his arms, "It's just a reflex to some of the things she says; I can't help it!" He left the part out that he did it on purpose and he thought she looked adorable when blushing, but he thought he might save himself embarrassment by not telling Axel that. However, nothing got by the redhead.

Axel scoffed, "What a juvenile way of expressing your deepest love for Her Majesty, Roxas. Tsk, tsk, I expected better out of you."

"I'm not in love! Not with Naminé!" He said, then thought over his words and said, "I mean, I'm not in love with anyone."

"Whatever you say, Roxas," Axel said and shrugged, having that smug look on his face as if he just won a fight. They both waved to Naminé's body double, Lady Larxene. However, she just blew them off and ignored them. Aside from being the Queen's body double, she was a knight. That's right. A knight. Larxene was probably the only female to be knighted in the entirety of the world, but no one said anything about it because it was Naminé's decision and one really can't argue with the Queen. Larxene didn't look terribly like the Queen, but she did have blonde hair and blue eyes, they were just more vivid and brighter than the Queen's. If one didn't know Naminé well and didn't see her often, a person could easily mistake Larxene for an older version of her, so she often substituted for Naminé on the throne while the latter was out doing something.

Deciding that Roxas would give his friend a little payback, he asked with that smug look Axel had earlier, "So, what about you and Larxene? You guys have something going on?"

"Not really. It's just, she saved someone's life, that someone being one of the few I love. I owe Larxene a lot for that; she's not the type of person to stick her neck out for other people but she did it for me because she knew how important that person was to me," He said, and then added, "Other than that, there's no attraction whatsoever between us."

"But what about you and that someone?" Roxas asked, curious now. He hadn't meant to pry, but Axel really hadn't revealed a lot about himself. Since Roxas was a de Luz, everyone in Square knew his history: Has a twin brother, got separated from him at seven, knighted at fourteen, and currently in the Queen of Square's personal brigade of thirteen knights at sixteen. Roxas didn't want to boast, but being knighted at fourteen was quite an accomplishment.

The redheaded knight laughed, "Oh, it's not like that. Heh, that would be one hell of a twisted story if we were." Axel scratched his neck and chuckled, shaking his head at the idea. Roxas decided to pry no more, figuring he could ask Naminé or someone else. Either way, he knew he'd find out sooner or later.

Reaching to the throne room, Axel and Roxas' conversation came to an end as they entered the room. "Why are you escorting me, anyway?" Roxas just had to ask, as going to the throne room wasn't like a life-threatening journey.

"Her Majesty wanted to tell me something, too." Axel said, as they both reached the Queen. Axel bowed out of respect for her position, but Roxas didn't since he was on a more familiar level with her. The privileges of being favored...

"Is something wrong, Naminé?" Roxas asked, standing beside her while Axel quickly followed suit to stand on the other side of the throne.

"Well, I just happened to be scrying recently--"

"Scrying?" Axel asked, "Is that some kind of occult summoning art or something?"

"It's Naminé's way of seeing events that are happening elsewhere," Roxas explained, "She can do it through glass or a mirror or some other sort of source. In a way, it is an occult summoning art. The Queen does have 'powers' after all."

"No, I do not have powers, Roxas," Naminé answered sharply, crossing her arms and glaring at him, "The only thing I can do is scry and summon Aeons like the High Priestesses Yuna and Lenne. Of course, I am not as skilled as them, but...Anyway, I wanted to tell you two that I saw something interesting while scrying."

"Something involving both of us?" Roxas asked, raising an eyebrow. There were not a lot of things in the world that pertained to both Axel and Roxas. They may be best friends, but they weren't a lot alike.

"It would be easier to just show it to you. If you will, please follow me." Naminé got up from her seat and walked into the back room which were her chambers, which no one but her maids were allowed into. Of course, if she gave permission to enter, that was a different thing...

"Wow. Talk about luxury with an extra 'uxury'," Gaped Axel, looking about the Queen's room. It was all white, but very beautiful and serene at the same time. Delicate white lace and ribbons were everywhere, and it just screamed 'feminine' despite the mellow atmosphere. Naminé walked over to her closet door, which was actually made out of a mirror instead of wood; an excellent source for scrying.

"Are we going to be able to see?" Roxas asked, and the Queen nodded, and turned around with a glare on her face. 'What's with her today? She's always so...friendly to me. Now it looks like as if I've stabbed her in the back or something.'

"Are you doubting my abilities, Sir Roxas?" She asked sharply, placing her hands on her hips. He scratched his head and then looked at Axel, who could barely keep himself from laughing. Roxas growled and kicked him in the shin, because it was all probably that accursed redhead's doing!

"Axel, what did you say to the Queen!" He asked, a touch of anger to be found in his voice. Well of course he would be mad, the Queen and he were best friends!(aside from Axel and he, of course) (And, much to his aggravation, everyone else thought they were something more. Although it would be a loss not to go out with such a beautiful girl, she was the Queen and he was considered dead in Disney, so he wasn't sure how, if they ever 'went out', the people would take his sudden reappearance into the world, especially Sora, if he had not died himself)

"It's not what I said, Roxas. Besides, you told me yourself that you didn't care about the Queen, so what would it matter to you?" Axel said, a smirk on his face.

"Get your ears checked, Axel; I didn't say that!" He snapped back angrily, "I happen to care a lot about the Queen," He sighed, then turned to Naminé, "which is why I am going to let her show us what she wanted to show us."

Her Majesty nodded, a small smile on her face as she turned to the mirror and placed a hand on it. She mumbled some ancient words Roxas couldn't understand, and then the mirror glowed as she took her hand away. "Watch."

They were getting an overview of the entire city of Disney and the castle. Then, the mirror zoomed in some more to reveal it's focus: a brunette bearing much resemblance to Roxas. However, he was accompanied by an auburn-haired girl carrying a shield around that had the crest of Axel's family.

" Yes. My little 'errand' that I told you about earlier...well, um, I'm actually applying for a position as a maid there! I thought that entering with you would earn me some brownie points." The auburn-haired girl said to the brunette, whom Roxas identified as Sora. They saw Sora look at the girl as if all of his hopes and dreams had been crushed, and then she snapped, " I'm surprised. I thought you were above all of that talk of the importance of staying with your social class."

"No, Kairi, I'm not--" Sora started, but the girl had already run on ahead. They saw him sigh in despair and continue on his way. However, before the image started to fade, they saw him turn around and look straight at them. He then sighed, and turned around, "Man, I must be going crazy because now I think I'm being watched by Roxas or someone..."

"So Sora still thinks of me, huh?" Roxas mused, then bowed to Naminé, hoping that sucking up would get him on her good side again. She was a quiet girl, but her bad side was not a good place to be. Though, honestly, he didn't really care about what Sora was doing--he had a lot of pent-up anger for his brother, but he wasn't about to ruin this moment by saying so and making her hate him even more. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for showing this to me. But how does it pertain to Axel? I saw that girl carrying a shield with your family crest on it...is she your sister?"

Axel shrugged, "Maybe. Who knows? I've never seen her before in my life. I didn't think I had a sister, but maybe my parents slept around a lot and I never knew it."

"That's weird..." Roxas stated, having a feeling there was more than what Axel was letting on, "Maybe you have a secret admirer that has a copy of your shield because she's so en amor with you."

"There's an idea," Axel said, and shrugged, "Somehow I get the feeling she's more of a stalker, this 'Kairi' girl. But hey, if she's a secret admirer, I'm not complaining. Thanks for showing us, Your Majesty." He then bowed and left the room.

"Is Axel lying?" Roxas whispered a while after he left. The Queen gave him a look that let him know he overstepped his boundaries. 'Geez, what is it with girls?' He wondered, wondering why one of his best friends(Axel being the other) was acting so odd towards him. Thinking of asking Lady Larxene later on why Naminé was suddenly acting cold towards him, he awaited Her Majesty's response.

It was almost hard to believe, that the Queen was just a fifteen year-old girl, standard teenaged girl had she not have royalty running through her veins. Trained to never betray any emotion, she somehow always opened up around Roxas, and for that, the other knights were jealous. They suspected and speculated over many possibilities over why Naminé would hold Roxas in such high respects, while she held others, such as one of her father's royal retainers, Xigbar, in regards a stage lower. Whatever the reason, Roxas found himself being glad that he was so close to the Queen. As friendly and compassionate as she was, yet shy and withdrawn at times, it was not a hard thing to do, and he was almost shocked that they all didn't have a relationship like theirs.

"I never knew you liked to pry into other people's lives, Roxas. I am quite surprised," Naminé said, then added, "I am not at liberty to say anything about Axel's personal life. I do not approve of prying, and as such, I will not help someone do it." She gave him a 'tsk, tsk' look and crossed her arms. Although she was mad, Roxas couldn't help but find she looked quite cute in her outrageous gown with more lace than he had ever seen in his lifetime, long flowy sleeves with intricate designs, and the magnificent crown placed on top of the waves of flaxen-blond locks. But to be honest, she looked better when she dressed up in simpler designs.

"Naminé..." Roxas said with exasperation, wondering why she suddenly hated him so much, "Whatever I did to you to offend you or hurt you so much, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I did! If you could tell me what I did, then I could apologize properly for it. Whatever Axel told you, he's lying. He has a hobby for making my life miserable because he has nothing bette to do--remember the time he told Zexion I was the one who burnt down his library?"

She laughed at the memory, then smiled again, and Roxas somehow knew all was forgiven.(although he didn't do anything wrong in the first place) "Oh, that is alright. I can never stay mad at you for too long, Roxas."

Oh yes, it was definitely good to be the favorite.

For some reason I can't explain (I know St. Peter won't call my name~), I really DON'T like how this chapter turned out. -sigh- Oh well, life must go on!

By the way, I have a feeling this story is going to be really...really...REALLY long. So if you guys don't like really really REALLY long stories then you might want to get off this roller coaster before the action starts kicking in!

Anyway, have a safe and happy New Year guys!