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WARNING - later chapters are to have yaoi / shounen-ai deal with it and if you can't don't read. Seriously.

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(WOO WE HAVE A GUEST APPEARANCE FROM AN F. F. MEMBER)

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I checked myself in the mirror, from what I could see I looked fine. At least no one could see my arms now. I smiled, unlocked, and opened the door. Turning I re-locked the door, and set out to the parking garage beneath the apartments. Mom is somewhat obsessive about having the right kind of apartment. It HAS to have alot of floors, she says I need to exercise more which she won't need to worry about soon, 'cause of where I'm headed. Which reminds me I need to take the stairs because the elevator's screwed up again? Sorry, just don't question my mind. It works off weird crap. Like I could link a carrot to remembering to turn on the Radio at certain times, and that's just an example. I opened the door to the fire stairs and slowly began to climb down. I just about tripped on something, which seemed to be some random hobo that got inside the building. Poor guy got to remember to invite him to dinner at a buffet or something...

I made it down to the cars and just about ran to my designated spot. My keys were, again, out before I got to the car. Got to be quick about how much time you leave yourself exposed to the world. My hand reached for the handle of my black car. It was sleek and had tinted windows that prevented people form looking in. I really need to be careful. Oh and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm a teensy bit paranoid...

I thought about that as I slid down into the soft, worn, leather seats. I pulled my feet in and closed the door hurriedly; it made a loud echo in the empty lot. I looked around. Most of the other cars were there except maybe a few of the night-shift workers. I looked at the orange-tinted wall then put the keys in the ignition, put it into reverse and backed out. The car almost purred beneath me as I drove out of the lot and onto the road. I didn't go that fast but it was still above the limit just a little. God the pumping of adrenaline going so fast through my blood excited me like no other. Well maybe Ax- NOPE! Not going there right now, I must focus on driving first! Now to remember how to get in... Oh yeah!

I parked the car, my heart still mildly racing from the quick high. The lot was of course full. This was the most crowded club in the whole city, and let me tell you. This is a HUGE city with dozens of clubs everywhere. Anyway, I parked my car and looked at the bright neon purple sign that read, "SLIPH". It's pronounced 'slif' but that's just how it's spelt. Of course, the owner's a retard so I wouldn't put it past him to have spelt it wrong on accident. Heh, just kidding. I'd get slapped if he heard me, which wouldn't be good for me at all! My mom's friend Cloud runs this place. He started this place after he graduated from high school. In fact, he went to Imi too.

Of course, there was the humongous line that stretched about a block and a half AROUND the HUGE building. It had to take up at least a block of space. I walked up to the front of the line, as if I knew what I was doing. Well, I did of course I used to be a regular here. I guess luck's still with me in moderation because Cloud still had the same bouncer from the past 4 years. "Heya Dane!" I smiled brightly at my old friend. He wasn't one of those potbelly bald guys. He was tall and lean, even though he didn't look it, he could probably beat up anyone in the line if he wanted. This guy was like Herculean strong. He still had his black hair up in a ponytail and covering his bandaged eye. He lost it in a war about 7 years ago now, I think.

He waved, "Nice to see ya back again Roxas! What brings you in?" He sounded curious, and he should be I avoided this place like the plague for like a year and a half.

"Just felt like it." I shrugged mildly; I managed to disguise the quiver in my voice. My pants rustled with the almost non-existent breeze, my coat joined in too. It was almost like a trench coat but cut a bit shorter and had a smaller collar so you could actually SEE my shirt.

"Okay, off ya go then." Dane lifted up the rope and I heard groans down the line. By then I had managed draw a crowd. Whether it was because of the fact I was getting in, and free too, or that I was wearing all black and pretty much looked Goth but I actually smile, I think that's why so many people stare. You could never tell if I was around if, it was dark out. Most of my closet was composed of black for whenever I go out. It's not like I'm some freak or anything, I just like the color.

I looked back at the line and suddenly was stricken in awe when I saw a head bobbing up and down.

Damn Marluxia, just damn him to the furthest nether-regions of hell. I whispered something to Dane and hid behind him, in the dark as he motioned Marley's group up. Just saying now that I occasionally call him Marley for no reason. I heard some words and then Dane ushered the group in. It was funny because Marley just looked plain confused and everyone else was confused as well. Well, that is except Zexion. Zexion, with his glasses, blue-silver hair in his face, and normally quiet demeanor, tends to pay attention to everyone and thing. He had noticed me from the beginning.

I got a small smile as he walked into the building. I followed quietly.

"Nice of you to join us." his voice was so soft and the music so deafeningly loud I had to lean really close to hear him.

"Felt like it." I said repeating my earlier comment. "By the way, please, oh please, don't tell Marluxia I'm hear 'kay?" and with that I took off into the vibrating room hoping with all my heart Zexion wouldn't tell the pink haired demon.

I missed this place like an addict misses a joint. Badly. Searching for a bobbing blonde head, I expected Cloud to be in here somewhere. Normally he was in the middle of everything.

And there he was, his body moving along to the intense beat created by the speakers that were mounted over every inch of this place. The lights were dim and I barely managed to see him. His blond hair was in spike similar to my own but they were a bit more tamed. I pushed my way through, getting thrown everywhere. At least that hasn't changed I though bitterly as I continued to push through the crowd. Eventually I was shoved straight into Cloud who 'oof '-ed when I rammed into his stomach. He looked down with a ferocious expression, almost as if he wanted to tear off a limb or two. Remember earlier when I said something about getting hurt? Yeah well, Cloud has anger-management issues, and right now he was very angry.

I smiled up at my friend hoping to be forgiven, and hopefully spared from his wrath. He looked utterly surprised, and then hugged me. Seriously, in the middle of getting my ears blasted off with some random music, they were playing Japanese bands now, and getting pushed around, I'm being hugged. And not only am I being hugged, but I'm being hugged to death by… "Clou-d!" I choked out. "Let...GO!" The last word was almost shouted.

"Sorry little buddy. It's just I haven't seen you in-" At this point Cloud was getting his leg molested by some random guy. Cloud looked like he was going to start a fistfight in about two seconds, so I pulled him out of the crowd and to the bar. "Sorry." he sounded like a kicked puppy. "Still haven't gotten over that little issue. Oh well what brings you back to my not-so-humble abode?" He was all smiles. I finally got to look at him. He was alot taller than I remembered, even though I had grown at least a few inches he still was taller. He was wearing a black plain shirt that hugged him graciously and cut off at the shoulders, accompanied by plain black shoes, and some dark, dark blue hip huggers. Something new he must've gotten recently was a tattoo that wound the length of his arm in the shape of a red ribbon.

"Oh um, I just needed out tonight." I replied trying not to let anything show besides my smile.

"Nice clothes." he said randomly.

"Cloud I-?" He cut me off. Seriously, that is not the nicest thing to do. I frowned

"It's alright. Go have some fun." He gave me that all-knowing smile, he knows pisses me off, and pushed me off into the throng of dancing bodies.

Dang it. He is just so damn frustrating. At first, my movements were clipped and short, my temper setting my rhythm off. After a bit I forgot about Cloud, forgot about anything and everything at all, my movements become suppler. I danced along with everyone else. Soon I couldn't even feel them around me, the hundreds of people and none of them could touch me. I felt almost invincible, in this place. I closed my eyes and soon found myself the most comfortable I've been for a while. Easy and relaxed. I opened my eyes and found myself being stared at but I didn't care and just kept going with the flow and moving around, opening my eyes every once in a while.

I have got to admit that I pretty much thought I was dreaming when at one point , I have no clue how long I had been dancing, I opened my eyes and thought I spied some wild red hair swaying to the beat. At that point, I broke off from my current rind of dancing partners and made my way to the bar. At least Cloud loved me enough to let me have alcohol. I might go crazy otherwise. I was up to about three glasses of something that Cloud had approved as "child-appropriate" long ago. I STILL don't see how alcohol can be child-appropriate but apparently, it was. Oh, well back to the drink. I asked for another one having finished my current one, and the bar tender warned me it was my last one. Like I couldn't hold my liquor. HAH! I grabbed it and was sipping at it, watching the music vibrate through me and make the liquid vibrate in my glass.

I saw the same red hair accompanied by the same body and the same eyes, sit about two seats away. CRAP! I mentally screamed, gulping down the rest of my glass. I wasn't gonna face Axel after what had happened earlier. He tried to order tequila and got it, wow could this guy not tell ages? Or was it 'cause Axel looked so hot? He was wearing this really tight black and toxic-green hoodie, paired with a pair of blue jeans, and some pink and green converse. His hair was at least almost tamed into a slightly slicked back mass of spikes. Wait! WHAT! Why in the hell was this going through my head? I got up as quietly as I could and headed to the bathroom. I was halfway there when I heard him calling my name.

I could probably pick Axel's voice out from a few yards away. Instead of stopping like he instructed, I ran as fast as I could, hoping my small size would prevent Axel from getting a hold of me faster. I was finally in the door and almost home free when I found my arm caught. I can't deal with this! I was just here for fun; I wasn't trying to make my life even more complicated! I turned around and faced a very confused looking axel. "What are you doing here?" I seethed almost violently. I really didn't mean to hurt him, but apparently, I had.

Axels' face had just turned into a very confused and hurt puppy-dog expression. Remember that comment about the kicked puppy from earlier. Well Axel was playing that part very well right now.

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Sorry about the lame / continued ending. I didn't want to chance my computer loosing my writing again. (Five times in ten minutes.)

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