A Wishful Thought: Whoa, I think I'm proud of myself. I've found time to start on the next chapter early! XD I can't really think of much to say in this Author's Note, but I'd like to thank:

makiru, Ashcroitt, Unnamed Gumi Harue, akemithebazookagirl, KeybladeMaster97, and Sato Tadashi

for reviewing! :D And thank you to everyone who's alerted or favorited this story! You guys are awesome, too! :D

Hm. . . In this chapter I threw in two somewhat random POV changes. XD But don't worry, I think I made them pretty obvious. Most of it is written in Roxie's point of view though! :D

Disclaimer: I've said this quite often. I just. . . don't own Kingdom Hearts or the Final Fantasy characters that I mercilessly threw into this story. So please don't sue me. XD


N 0 N 3 X 1 $ + E N +: The Roxasnapping

"Okay, Roxas. I know you're home. JUST ANSWER THE DOOR ALREADY!"

I groaned and forced myself to get up off of the coach.

Roxas here. I think that I'm absolutely miserable. Like, seriously.

After Kairi pulled that random move (in which she kissed me on my cheek and ran away), practically no one is talking to me. Especially Sora, and that really worries me. I mean, sure we get into fights all the time, but he's never actually ignored me like this before. In fact, a lot of people have been ignoring me lately. And I mean. . . I didn't even do anything!

When I had finally gotten over the initial shock and confusion, I opened the door to reenter my house. My mom, Tifa, Uncle Cid, and Zack all had to stumble away all awkwardly from the windows, because apparently they had been watching me and Kairi. Sora had been leaning against the wall, a scowl evident on his face, while Cloud had sat on a nearby chair, looking at the scene before him skeptically. As soon as I had actually entered the house, Sora glared at me before grumbling, "I'm going to my room."

After he marched off, nothing really got better. Tifa opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then quickly closed it. Uncle Cid looked kind of bored and annoyed by the whole spectacle, and was probably going to say so until Tifa shot him a pointed look. Cloud kept his gaze fixed towards the floor, probably trying to make everything a little less awkward for me. And Zack and my mom just gave me that look that said, "I'm very disappointed in you," and I couldn't help but cringe a little at their gaze.

Eventually, we all made our way back to the dining table to finish out food, but it seemed like no one (other than Uncle Cid) was really that hungry. And on that note, they all mumbled their goodbyes before leaving the house.

And so, ever since the first day of school, Sora has been ignoring me. He won't talk to me. He refuses to even walk or stand beside me, even to the point that he skateboards to school by himself. He won't even look at me. Or Kairi.

Some of our friends have been pulled into the mess too. Riku and Tidus have been giving me the cold shoulder just as much as Sora. Pence and Xion just seem confused about the whole thing. Hayner and Olette are confused too, but they're at least trying to help me get through it. Naminé just seems to be going along with it too, but probably only because of Kairi, and Hope'll follow Naminé in whatever she does. Selphie's been yelling a lot though. At pretty much everybody, for pretty much no reason.

And Kairi? Though this is technically her fault for kissing me on my cheek (it sounds terrible, but it's the truth!), I really do feel bad for her. She and Sora were best friends, they were just so close. She's tried to explain everything to him, she's told him over and over again that it was just a kiss on the cheek, and that it didn't mean anything. That she didn't see why it was a big deal that she wanted to talk to me, and not necessarily to him.

"I was just saying thank you! It's what people do, Sora! Is that what you're so upset about! ? Or is it because I wanted to talk to Roxas for once, and not you? Sora, he's my friend too! If you'd just hear me out, or tell me why you're so upset . . .!"

I don't think that she realizes that Sora's had feelings for her for a long time. But I think that she's the only one that hasn't noticed. I want to just tell her, "He's obsessed with you! That's why he's so angry!" But I know that Sora would be pissed if I told her.

The doorbell rang again, but this time more impatiently than before, "ROXAS!"

I sighed, remembering that I was supposed to be answering the door. I was home alone again. Mom was at work, and Sora had left the house early this morning. No one else but me would answer it.

Once I had reached my destination, I pulled open the door lazily. "What do yo—" Before my eyes stood a pale girl with reddish brown, somewhat wavy hair. She wore a sheer, white peasant blouse that was short sleeved and tight at the bottom, but loose everywhere else, and dark green short shorts. "Olette? What're you doin—"

She waved away my question, and bent her knees a bit while walking so that she could come into the house under my arm. I opened my mouth to tease her about coming into my house uninvited, but the seriousness of her gaze made me change my mind. "We need to talk."

I felt my heart sink, and in that very moment I felt like crawling into a hole and dying. Not again.

Catching the expression on my face, she rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Roxas. I promise it won't be so bad."

I shot a tiny glare at her, before closing the front door shut, and slowly advancing towards the kitchen. "Anything to drink?" She started to shake her head, but my eyes narrowed a little more. "I'm sure you're thirsty."

She sighed, before skeptically saying, "Lemonade, please. . ."

I nodded and gestured for her to sit atop of the island counter that was placed in the middle of our kitchen. She hesitantly did so, and took to playing with her fingers.

I continued to pour the lemonade into the glass. "Uh, so what did you want to talk about?"

I sort of expected her to be all slow and skeptical about telling me, but she blurt it out right away. "You and Kairi and Sora need to make up."

A small part of me had the feeling that something like this would be brought up sooner or later, but the larger part of me was still confused. "You think that I haven't tried to patch things up with my brother?" I averted my gaze from her so that I could properly cap on the lid of the lemonade container. When I was finished, I handed the glass to Olette, who nodded in thanks, then stuffed what was left of the lemonade back into the fridge.

"Of course not. . . It's just. . . We all talked about it. And ignoring each other like this just . . . isn't healthy."

"Well, I'm not ignoring him!"

"Yeah, I know you're not. But we need to get him to forgive you. And to that, we're going to have to get Sora to forgive Kairi."

I shot a skeptic look at her. "How were you planning to do that . . .?"

Olette smirked wryly at me. "Well, Axel has a plan of course."

I felt myself pale considerably.


"HAYNER! DUDE, WHAT THE HELL! ? GET OFF ME!" I struggled to free myself of Hayner's grasp, but the blonde didn't seem to falter at all.

"Roxas, I'm trying to help you."

"HOW IS BREAKING ONE OF THE WINDOWS IN MY HOUSE AND THEN CAPTURING ME IN A FUCKING HEADLOCK HELPING ME! ?"

I heard Olette giggle. "Well, it was Axel's orders. I didn't break my character, right? I seemed totally nervous and serious, right?"

I kept my lips shut, refusing to answer her. I felt Hayner roll his eyes and tighten his hold on me, only causing me to yelp out in pain. "Yes! Yes! I didn't see anything coming!"

Oh, how far the mighty have fallen.

"Hey, 'Lette. Hand me the rope, duct tape, and garbage bag?"

My eyes widened. "Hayner! What the hell? ! Olette, don't do it!"

But it was too late, for Olette had already disappeared to raid my house for the said items. I grit my teeth angrily. This was Axel's plan for getting Sora to forgive me and Kairi? !

Soon enough, Olette returned with the items Hayner had requested. "Aw, 'Lette. I promise I'll go without a fight! Why do you need to tie me up?"

She shrugged, while ripping off a piece of duct tape and slapping it over my mouth. "Axel told me that if you asked that question, I should say, 'To avoid suspicion, got it memorized? Now, don't ask any more questions, Roxie, we're doing this for your own good!'" Her voice had made itself lower, with a sharp, Axel-like feeling to it. Dang. She was really into the whole "character" thing.

I struggled to talk against the duct tape, but the attempt was futile. How is tying me up and stuffing me into a garbage bag "avoiding suspicion"! ?

"'Lette, reach into my pocket and pull out my pocket knife so we can finish the job?"

My eyes widened. Wait a second . . . finish the job! ? My eyes darted around the room frantically, desperately searching for something to get me out of my predicament. But then I realized: I'm one of Axel's best friends. . . he wouldn't actually give Hayner and Olette orders to kill me. . .Right?

I forced myself to trust in the fact that I was one of Axel's favorites.

Not wanting to dwell on the other fact that my life was now indirectly in the hands of a usually high or drunk college student that spent more money on hair gel than on food, I managed to wiggle myself enough to see Hayner and Olette in my peripheral vision. It was obvious that the only reason I had been able to move was because Hayner seemed to be so distracted.

Since Hayner was clad in a dark green polo and freaking cargo shorts, it seemed a little . . . difficult for Olette to find which pocket sheathed his knife. And Hayner was blushing too hard to give her any help. Olette was reaching from behind Hayner, since it was the easiest position for her to reach into his pockets. But even though it was the easiest, she still had quite the distance to reach, so she was pressing herself (probably pretty hard based on the look on Hayner's face) onto his back, continuously sticking her hand in his pockets and digging around in them. Hayner was bright red and trying to look at anywhere but at Olette, but with every movement she made, his brown eyes would immediately flash towards her.

If I didn't have a piece of duct tape over my mouth, I would have been playfully smirking at Hayner or laughing my head off. Either one of the two.

"Aha! I found it!"

I guess I managed to at least tease him with my eyes, because he reddened before glaring at me.

"Do you want me to cut the rope, or would you like to do the honors?"

Ah, so that's why they needed a knife.

"I'll do it. Thanks, 'Lette."

I saw her smile at him, though it seemed like she could only see the back of his head. Hayner was probably still extremely red, and had turned his head so that Olette couldn't see. She seemed kind of puzzled though, "Uh, how are you going to do this since you're holding him?"

I winced, while Hayner spoke out an obviously fake and robotic apology. Probably revenge for my teasing eye-smirk thing. "Oh no. I accidentally cut Roxas with the pocketknife."

I growled. Axel's stupid plan better be worth it.


"I don't want another pretty face,

I don't want just anyone to hold,
I don't want my love to go to waste,
I want you and your beautiful soul—"

Usually, whenever this ringtone would go off, I'd start cracking up. But as of right now, I, Sora William Hikari, wore an ugly scowl on my face. Dude, I don't do scowling. It's just not my style. But, hey. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Roxas. That selfish, low-life, twin brother of mine. I'm not even sure exactly what he did, but still! He shouldn't have done it!

I faintly remembered why I had made his ringtone, "Beautiful Soul" by Jesse McCartney. Something about a strange fangirl-ish obsession with Jesse McCartney he had when he was younger and terrible karaoke singing once at Uncle Cid's house.

Before I could even begin my debate about whether or not I should pick up the phone, the song cutoff, and my phone blinked once, before showing the missed call symbol at the bottom left of the screen. For a second, I actually worried about my brother, but the feeling quickly passed.

With a sigh, I let my head rest against the grassy Earth below me.

"You promise that you'll never ditch me, right?"

I flinched at the memory, and immediately threw it out of my mind.

Coming here was stupid. The park was both me and Kairi's sanctuary. We'd always come here. It just . . . felt wrong to be here without her. But. . .

"I don't want another pretty face,
I don't want just anyone to hold,
I don't want my lov—"

I felt my eyes instantly narrow at the cell phone that was now vibrating and bursting out into spontaneous song on top of my stomach. He was seriously calling me again?

I picked up my phone, only briefly glancing at the picture of me and my twin dressed up as babies for Halloween last year. I couldn't help but smirk wryly at the memory. We had bought adult sized diapers and everything.

I'm pretty sure that the old lady that had just moved in across the street from us still afraid to speak to us.

With a dejected sigh, I tapped the "reject call" option on my phone, before laying it atop of my stomach once more, and falling back to the ground.

"I don't want another pretty face,
I don't wan—"

My eyes narrowed once more, and I angrily picked up my phone and threw it a few feet away from where I sat.

I smiled when the ringtone stopped. No way. I was going to stay mad at Roxas. And Kairi for that matter. I couldn't help but frown at the sudden aching in my chest at the mere thought of her name.

Damn, this is unhealthy.

"I don't want anot—"

"OH MY GOD, WILL YOU SHUT UP! ?" A few frightened toddlers widened their eyes at me before running away and screaming for their mothers. Angry once more, I stomped towards my phone, and forced myself to tap the "accept call" option. "ROXAS, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU—"

"S-S-Sora?" The voice on the other line was choked and quiet, and if I didn't have the amazing hearing that I have, I'm pretty sure that I would've missed it.

My eyes had widened considerably. "R-Roxas? Are you oka—"

I was interrupted by a fit of uneven coughs, followed by a miserable groan. "S-Sora. . . You have to . . . h-h-help me. . ."

Immediately, all my anger towards my younger brother disappeared, automatically replaced by a sense of overwhelming worry. "Roxas? What do you mean help you? What's wrong! ?"

"T-They. . . took me. . ."

"W-W-What! ?"

I could hear a hard slap followed by a groan, and then a different, deeper voice came on the line. "We have your brother. Come to the Gym of Twilight Town Prep, or else your brother won't ever see the light of day again." The worry was quickly swept away by an overpowering state of panic. "Don't even bother calling anyone else for help. We have our sources. Do so, and your brother gets it."

"S-Sor—"

And just like that, the line was cut dead.

"Holy. . . Holy SHIT!"


"CUT! You guys, that was perfect!"

My eyes narrowed once more. "Axel, what the hell! ? You didn't actually have to slap me!"

My best friend smirked at me, before talking into his voice changer and making his voice the deep, menacing voice that he had used on Sora. "I'm calling the shots here, bitch."

I growled at the stupidity of the situation. This was probably the worst plan in all of history to be freaking forgiven. And practically everyone was in on it too. Olette, Hayner, Xion, Pence, Selphie, Riku, Tidus, and even Naminé and Hope were helping out. And they had broken into the freaking Gym.

So yeah, this was pretty legit. But still. . .

"This is just stupid. Why couldn't you just lock us in a room together until he forgives me?"

Axel rolled his eyes. "Where's the fun in that?"

I muttered a string of curses at him, but the pyromaniac only chuckled at me. "Kay you guys, here's the dealio. Vanitas—"

Vanitas? Who the hell was Vanitas? I struggled to see where Axel was looking. "Axel, why the hell do I have to wear these stupid clothes?"

I heard a growl, followed by Selphie's voice, "Hey! That took me forever to make!"

Axel chuckled once more. "You're supposed to be a mafia boss, Van. Embrace the role!"

The Van (or Vanitas) guy groaned. "I'm only doing this because you promised to pay me! I didn't realize this would be so fucking idiotic."

"Now, now. . ."

My eyes widened when he came into view. The guy looked exactly like Sora, except with black hair, and golden eyes. "HOLY CRAP, YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE—"

"SORA! Sora's in the parking lot! I repeat, Sora's in the parking lot!" Olette shrieked. Apparently she and Hayner were on guard duty, and had been looking out of the glass of the doors of the Gym.

"KAY. PLACES EVERYONE, PLACES!"

Where the hell Axel had pulled out a megaphone, I kind of didn't want to know.

A majority of the people in the room scurried off to find a place to hide, the only people coming forward were Marluxia and Luxord, two of Axel's college friends. Like the Vanitas guy, they were dressed in mafia like clothing, but their wardrobe wasn't as elaborate as Vanitas's. Still. . . They had fake guns and everything!

Vanitas was sitting a couple of feet behind me, in what was supposed to be an extravagant, raised chair. Marluxia and Luxord took their places on either side of them, and the lights in the Gym darkened, until there was only a single spotlight over where I sat. I opened my mouth to ask a quick question before Sora entered the room, but before I could get the words out, Axel came out of nowhere and stuffed a freaking golf ball into my mouth.

I officially hate my life.

The doors of the Gym creaked open, the light from the outdoors flooding into the room, illuminating Sora's silhouette. I could faintly see his expression, and he looked absolutely petrified.

If I didn't have a gold ball in my mouth, I would've chuckled.

His worried eyes automatically locked onto mine, and he breathed a sigh of relief before running forward towards me. "Roxas!"

I almost laughed at him, until I remembered my so-called role.

"Remember, Roxie, let the character engulf you. . . "

I scowled at the memory of Axel's words. This was so freaking stupid.

Sora looked around nervously before untying me from the chair. I don't understand why he couldn't take the freaking golf ball out of my mouth first, but whatever. I guess it didn't matter at this point.

Eventually, he had me untied, and was about to take the golf ball out of my mouth when another light flashed on, this time, probably over Vanitas, Marluxia, and Luxord.

"Hey there, you filthy. . ."

I blinked, confused as to why Vanitas had stopped in the middle of his line. But it seemed as though Sora was absolutely shocked and confused too. "HOLY SHIT, YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME!"

I heard Vanitas growl, and stomp towards us, circling around the chair so that I could see him too. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A B—"

And that's when I remembered.

To my surprise, Hope actually smirked. "Don't worry. There were these two lookalikes of you and your brother in the store, and I just put all the blame on them."

I resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow, or scoff, or tease him or anything like that since after all, hedidget me out of trouble. Instead, I simply asked, "So. . . Who were those guys that you blamed?"

Hope simply shrugged again, "These two college kids. I think their names were Ventus and Vanitas. . ."

My eyes widened in shock. Oh gosh. Axel probably hadn't accounted for this happening.

Vanitas turned to look at me too, his glare intensifying. And that was when I realized it. This was the first time that he even glanced at me, ever since I entered the Gym. "AND YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TOLD THE MANAGER THAT VENTUS AND I ROBBED THAT FREAKING PANERA BREAD!"

I flinched. Actually, I didn't tell the manager that. Hope did. But I wasn't one to sell anyone out.

I stumbled over words in my head, before I realized that I still had the golf ball in my mouth. My eyes darted around the darkness of the Gym, desperately searching for Axel. This wasn't part of the script. It wasn't supposed to happen.

"SO YOU KIDNAPPED MY FREAKING BROTHER, BECAUSE WE RAN OUT OF A STUPID PANERA BREAD STORE! ?"

Vanitas frowned, a look of confusion on his face. He had probably forgotten that he had supposedly "kidnapped" me.

"Just go with it, you nimrod!"

Sora's eyes widened, "Was that Axel's voice! ?"

Dammit, Axel. You're a real idiot.

"Uh. . . YEAH. I DID." Vanitas stated all awkwardly.

There was an uncomfortable silence as Sora pondered over this. "Um . . . I'm sorry? Can Roxas and I go now?"

Vanitas blinked in sudden confusion, and I heard a couple of people that were hiding out facepalm themselves.

"HIIIII-YAAAAA!" As the scream rang out, a majority of the lights in the Gym flickered back on.

Oh God. Now what?

"Axel! Why are you here! ?"

This was getting stupider by the minute.

Axel had wrapped a scarf around his head, giving him the appearance of a ninja. Of course, his gravity-defying, bright red hair still protruded from the back of his head. He was in some sort of martial arts stance, and I could faintly recognize Tidus, Selphie, and his friend, Demyx behind him wearing the black scarf in a similar fashion and in their own martial arts stances. "I am part of the . . . NINJAS NEXT DOOR!"

Sora's eyes widened, obviously not recognizing Tidus, Selphie, or Demyx, and just thinking that Axel was super cool and amazing. "R-Really! ?"

Axel nodded slowly. "Yes. I have come to save your brother from the hands of the evil. . . uhhh. . . GUY!"

Vanitas shot him a look, but Axel shot him one right back, forcing Vanitas to just go with it. "Why, if it isn't Axel and the Ninjas Next Door . . . my mortal nemeses."

Sora was gaping in utter awe, totally buying the whole thing. I resisted the urge to laugh at him, and could see Hope, Naminé, Hayner, Olette, Xion, Riku, and Pence sneaking out of the Gym doors. But before Naminé exited, she turned to face me, before pointing at her mouth, and miming pulling something out of it.

My eyes narrowed slightly in confusion before it hit me.

Sora untied me.

I could just take the golf ball out of my mouth myself.

I scowled, before pulling the wretched thing out of my mouth, and throwing it at Vanitas's head. I faintly saw Naminé smile at me, before running out of the door with the others as I jumped out of my chair.

Vanitas gave me a, "What the hell was that?" look, but then Axel shot Vanitas a look.

Vanitas scowled, before speaking in a robotic and obviously fake tone. "Oh no. My weakness. Golf balls. I'm dying."

He fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, Marluxia and Luxord just looking confused before deciding to run off.

I frowned at Axel. There was no way that Sora was going to buy that.

"Dude. THAT WAS AWESOME!"

I facepalmed myself. Boy, I was wrong.


Right after that . . . incident, Sora automatically forgave me. Axel and his fellow "Ninjas Next Door" ran off after Axel had convinced Sora to promise that he would keep his true identity a secret. Sora and I had left Vanitas's "dead body" in the Gym, exiting immediately.

Sora had finally agreed to listen to my story over what really happened. About how I hadn't flirted with Kairi or anything like that and that she was seriously just thanking me for helping Naminé out with something.

"So you're telling me, that you told her that her creepy silence was freaking you out, and so that's why she's suddenly all peppy?"

I nodded hesitantly. It was a pretty weird happening after all.

"And so, since Kairi hadn't managed to make Naminé happy or whatever and you did, she kissed you?"

"On the cheek," I added, not wanting him to forget that part.

"Hm." I looked at him skeptically. He was sitting down on the bed in his room, while I sat on his floor. "Well then. . . I'm sorry for ignoring you. I guess I just sort of over-reacted."

I smiled at him gratefully. "No, it's okay, bro. It's understandable."

"But Kairi's so . . . why did she have to kiss you on the cheek? She didn't have to do that!" He sighed dejectedly. "I bet she likes you."

I scowled. Not this. Anything but. "Sora. . ."

He smiled at me, though it was obviously a forced one. "Naw. It's nothing. So. . . You and Naminé, huh? Is that who you were thinking about when we were walking home that one time?"

My eyes widened, and I turned away from my brother, hoping that he wouldn't realize that I had turned bright red from his words. "I . . . Uh. . ."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smirk. "Ooh, lalaaaaa!"


To: Nami

From: Hope

Are you sure that you're okay? You've been acting kind of weird lately. . .

To: Hope
From: Nami

Weird? How so?

To: Nami
From: Hope

It's hard to explain. . . You've just changed.

To: Hope
From: Nami

Even if it's difficult, please try.

I couldn't help but bite my lip in slight confusion. How was I supposed to explain this?

Hey you guys, Hope here. I guess you can say that I'm going through a whirlwind of change. The scenery here in Twilight Town is definitely different from that other place. . .

And Naminé. My best friend since we were four. She had changed once, and now she had changed again?

I'm not trying to complain. I mean, it is her life after all. I just. . . Wish that I understood what went on in her head. I used to think that I did, but now I'm . . . not so sure.

Naminé. Even though I've known her for so long, it seems like she changes herself on a whim. And I honestly wish that she didn't. Somebody will tell her that they don't like her hair. She'll cut it off. Someone else might tell her that they don't like how she dresses. She'll change her wardrobe as much as possible. Someone might even tell her that they were angry at her for winning the art contest that they had worked so hard to win. She'd drop out.

But it wasn't always that way, and I miss when it wasn't.

I missed her ringing laughter as we skipped through the busy streets of the town. I missed the warm, fullness of her grin. I missed the innocent honesty in her very expression. I missed the way that she would crinkle her nose playfully whenever we visited the animal shelter to play with the puppies. I missed the way that she would grab my hand whenever we passed by the old castle, the nightmares that she had at night plaguing her even the day. I missed when we would read fairy tales together, each of us acting out whatever was happening in the story. I missed the way she would giggle nonstop when she had too much sugar. I missed the way that she would drink anything, pinky sticking out like a princess. I missed the way she jumped off the swing, always with her arms outstretched and flapping desperately, wishing to fly. I missed the stories she would tell me about Peter Pan, and how it was her dream to meet him and go to Neverland. I missed the way that she hugged me whenever I was sad, always promising that things would be alright. I missed the way that we would lie down on a hill and watch the shooting stars in the night sky. But most of all, I missed the sparkle in her eyes, that to me symbolized the very joy of life itself.

And yet . . . now that she was reverting herself back to the merry girl that I used to know. . . I couldn't help but feel sad.

Why did she feel like she had to change herself to make other people happy?

Because to her, everyone was more important than herself, there was no need to care about what happened to her anymore. That worry had disappeared.

"Mama said that if you make at least one person smile in your entire life, then that your life was not wasted at all!"

I flinched at the memory, and forced it away from my thoughts before it would continue to replay itself in my mind.

But perhaps it didn't matter that she had stopped caring for herself. I would be the one that would care and look out for her with all of my very soul. I would make sure that she'd finally be happy again, no matter what the cost.

To: Nami
From: Hope

It's nothing. I'm probably just imagining things.


A Wishful Thought: I think it's official. This is the weirdest chapter I've ever written. XD But I'm still kind of proud of myself for updating so quickly. You guys deserved it though. XP Still. It's painstakingly short. WHY CAN'T YOU BE LONGER! ? D: Oh, haha, right. Cuz I'm lazy. XD

Just a warning though, I'm probably not going to update this until after school is over for good. So like . . . two or so weeks. XP I LOVE YOU GUYS? ;D

I'm not sure if this chapter came out funny like it was supposed to. I bet the whole time, you guys are just like, "Holy crap, what goes on in this girl's head?" Honestly, I'm not very sure myself. XD

I think I might've made Sora forgive Roxas a bit too early, but I just don't like them fighting. XP It's a poopface.

And I managed to throw in some random H a y n e t t e! XD I think that I should get brownie points for that. ;D

But by far, my favorite part to write of this whole chapter was Hope's POV. I had been debating when I should reveal why Nami's such a weirdo, and I think I might've just made everyone go, "Wait, I DON'T GET IT EVEN MORE NOW!" XD But there's a reason for it, and it's pretty good, I swear! I just wanted you guys to see more into Nami's random change of personality. We got to see it from Roxas's point of view, so now we get to see it from Hope's. :]

And I was hoping you guys would give the poor kid a break, even if I am thinking of throwing him into a l o v e t r i a n g l e. XD

Still. I should've added more Nami in this chapter. I want to catch everyone with her sudden peppiness. XD

Unnamed Gumi Harue: YES. LET'S BLAME ALCOHOL INTOXICATION. XD
Well, I can see where they're coming from. I mean, ROKUNAMI FOR THE WIN! :D But I'm glad that you're willing to smile upon HopexNami too. :] Haha, I hope you enjoyed this chapter then, too! :D
Thank you so much for taking the time to review again. :D

NEXT TIME: A competition for a thousand bucks, a somewhat awkward project in their History class, and the return of either texting/notes/or Facebook since I haven't thrown much of in for a while. XD

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter, even though it was extremely weird and random. Please REVIEW, and give me your feedback! :D