Sunday morning, Roxas had a very rude awakening.

'Very rude', in the sense he was literally rudely awakened. Not like some kind of revelation where he woke up screaming "I'VE WASTED MY LIFE" and ran off to kill himself in the most dramatic way or go bungee jumping or something to that effect. Rather, rude as in the fact it was nine in the morning (a time Roxas enjoyed sleeping) and he was being jumped on.

Roxas, was inevitably going to have to choke a bitch.

"What the hell?" He snarled groggily, prying his eyelids open to the image of a boy with brown hair slightly longer than his grinning down at him with a huge dorky grin.

Roxas had never before in his life felt the more startling compulsion to cut the feature off his cousins face with a pair of rusty scissors.

"HI ROXAS!"

"Hi, moron." Roxas muttered, and rather than enthusiastically greeting his relative with open arms, he greeted him by kicking him in the shin (which was quite a task, seeing as though he was still coated in a thick blue comforter.) and ducked his own head underneath the pillows.

"Hey come on! GET UUUUUP." Sora whined, grabbing Roxas' arm and yanking on it. Sora had intensions of pulling his cousins head out from under the covers; but yanked on Roxas' arm just a little too hard.

And landed the blonde on the floor. Ouch.

"I'm going to kill you!" Roxas yelled, pushing himself off of the floor; now fully awake and fully ready to strangle the living shit out of the slightly older boy. Sora was a lot more intelligent than Roxas gave him credit for, because he had the direct impulse to run.

The last time someone threatened to kill him and he didn't run, he had a giant piece of bologna shoved up his nose; but that was neither here nor there, and it was a very long story that made him shiver involuntarily when he thought about it.

Roxas grabbed the closest thing he could while angrily ripping out down a hallway, which happened to be a can of wood cleaner. Not taking notice, he chucked it at Sora. The bottle hit the brown haired boys ankle, causing him to yelp before swinging down the second branch of the hallway.

They were halfway down the space before the two skidded to an abrupt halt, a few inches short of Aerith, who Sora quickly ducked behind. Haha, take that you friggin' psycho.

"Er. Hi Aerith." Roxas said, laughing awkwardly. He rubbed his ankles together unconsciously. He had the habit of approaching her like one would approach a retarded animal. It was essentially harmless, but it was still pretty freakin' weird.

"I like spiderman." She said slowly, in that weird 'I killed your entire family' smile coming up on her thin pink lips.

Roxas was about to ask what she was talking about before he looked down and – oh. He was wearing nothing but spiderman boxers. He groaned. He reminded himself to get dressed the next time he attempted homicide.

Or just stop attempting homicide. That would be swell. Most kids his age liked having sex. He liked lighting his friends on fire.

"Let me get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs, alright?" he said hopelessly, his entire body wracked with anger and loss and a little bit of hunger. He hadn't eaten anything last night after coming home. He tried calming himself down. It was just his cousins.

Sora poked his head out from behind Aerith's shoulder, who was now staring at the hinge on the hallway closet door. Roxas shrugged apologetically. Reluctantly he nodded and galloped downstairs, Aerith calmly following. Roxas watched them retreat, making sure they were actually going before turning his back to return to his room.

Today; was going to suck.

Axel woke up slowly, his eyes feeling much like they'd had a good run in with a bunch of sandpaper. Or just sand. Or something really frickin' dry, because it felt like he slept on carpet or something.

He was on the floor. Oh.

A controller was gripped in one hand, and his other apparently have given up on holding his head up and was now a make-shift pillow. The small TV screen was glaring the words 'game over' in giant bloody letters, the maimed figures of his own and Demyx's characters lying on the polygon ground with their limbs missing.

Axel glanced at his friend, who was asleep on the floor a short bit away from him, snoring lightly. All of his limbs were intact. Damnit.

"Mer," Axel said unintelligently, still half lidded. He gently (in a not gently and subconsciously still pissed off at way) kicked Demyx in the hip. The blonde stirred, but didn't move. His Mohawk had long since fallen and he was left with a mullet, which always made Axel smile.

It was good to know he was a couple hundred times cooler than his friend.

He slowly rose from the floor, an unflattering carpet mark gracing his hip where his shirt had yanked up. He paused to stretch, his muscles purring in content as his back made a loud crackling noise. Following suit, he popped his neck and padded out of his room.

His brother was already up, Axel found upon entering the kitchen, and immediately chucked a small black object at him, which Axel thankfully caught, despite his dulled over morning sense of being.

"My phone?" Axel said drowsily, glancing it over. He could have sworn he put it in his pocket the night before. Or set it on his desk or some other act of it being in his personal space. There was a plausible explanation for Reno having his phone, he supposed. Unless those goddamn gnomes were back.

God, he hated gnomes.

Note to self: stop taking muscle relaxants from your over-medicating Mother, Axel.

"I had to call someone," Reno replied, rubbing the back of his head thoughtlessly. "And er. My phone got-"

"Taken away by Mom. Right. Whatever," Axel said, awkwardly tripping over his words, about to retreat as quickly as possible. His Mom had taken his siblings phone away on the suspicion he was engaging in phone sex, which wasn't far from the truth. Axel shivered at the memory. He didn't sleep properly for the rest of the week. Ew. Ewewew-

"Axel?"

Oh shut up, I'm busy. Ewewew- "What?" Axel said, turning his head back to glance at the slightly shorter red-head.

"That Zexion kid called like. Four times," Reno said, sending him a sheepish grin.

"How the fuck long were you on the phone?" Axel said, before just shaking his head and walking off, not really wanting an awnser. He didn't want to know. He also considered taking some peroxide to the device. He didn't want to touch it.

In his room, Demyx was finally sitting up and blinking slowly with a look that screamed 'I am Demyx, I play a sitar and I just woke up' and drowsily staring at the wall.

Axel stopped to wonder what to do about the phone situation, and how to call that emo bastard Zexion back without getting Reno cooties on himself, and wondered how exactly 'I am Demyx, I play sitar and I just woke up' could be conveyed through a stare.

Well. He had one of them down.

He chucked the phone at Demyx, successfully hitting his best buddy in the whole wide world painfully hard in the back of the head, rousing an "Ouch, you bastard!" out of him.

"Call Zexion, I'm taking a shower," Axel said, turning and slamming the door in his face. Demyx was left alone in the room to call Zexion and do whatever he wanted to for the next fifteen minutes. WHOO. FREEDOM.

Demyx didn't do much; really. Demyx just stared at the phone, blinked at it, considered licking it for a moment and finally flipped it open to call their mutual friend.

"You're doing what now?" Roxas said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Meeting up with some friends in half an hour at the coffee place by the mall because we haven't seen them in forever and-"

Roxas resisted the urge to voice his thoughts of "You have friends?" and just shrugged, simply settling, "Alright."

"You're coming, aren't you?" Aerith said, blinking slowly. Her eyes looked unfocused like she was going to go cross eyed and her head was going to float off or something. That would suck trying to explain to his Mom.

"Er. I'm alright," Roxas said, thinking of a hundred things he'd rather do besides hang out with them. Like; stab himself in the face with something very dull and rusty.

"But she's your friend too, isn't she?" Sora said, cocking his head. Good god, he looked like a Labrador that wanted a friggin' cookie.

Roxas once again, resisted the urge to voice his inner monologue of "If she associates with you losers, no."

"Er."

"Oh come on, its coffee! And it's morning! And you're grouchy in the morning! So if you drink coffee, you'll be happy!" Sora said, grinning at the brilliance of his equation. "Please!" he said, tossing Roxas the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen.

Roxas thought he just looked like one of those fish you saw in the grocery store; eyes wide and frozen.

"Come on Roxas," Aerith said, doing that weird thing where she blinked on eye at a time. He half expected her to finish off with 'ONE OF US, ONE OF US.' It thankfully, never came.

Both of them stared intently at him before he let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine," Roxas finally muttered. "Whatever," he did like coffee after all, and chances were they'd get so caught up in talking about whatever it is their type talked about he could sip coffee and think about Ax- Er. Coffee sounded good.

The door to Axel's room opened as it owner waltzed in; totally naked exept for the towel loosely draped around his waist, wet hair gleaming down his shoulders. Demyx stared a bit. Mmm. Hip.

"So what's up with Zex?" Axel said, narrowing his eyes. "Hey fag wad, my face is up here?" Axel teased; Demyx flipped him off. "Turn around you freak, I'm getting dressed,"

Demyx rolled his eyes and rolled over on his friends bed. It smelled like him. Like cinder and wood. Axel shucked the towel from his waist and began digging around his closet for clothing, not noticing Demyxs' stare down with the Nine Inch Nails poster on the wall.

"Zexion has to go with his little sister to a coffee shop for an hour, he wanted to know if we wanted to come," Demyx said, resisting the urge to turn around and get an eyeful of Axel wang, just to piss his friend off. Haha. wang.

"Why does he have to go with her?" Axel said, without much interest as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"Remember? She's that clepto freshman chick."

"Oh yeah," Axel said, thoughtfully. She'd gotten so bad they'd put her in 'intensive counseling' for a week, but that didn't last long because she stole the files and the counselors glasses. "So he just wants some company, I take it?" Axel continued, selecting a random 'Poison the Well' shirt from the 'clean' pile in his closet.

"Pretty much," Demyx said, shrugging and letting out a little sigh. Damnit, Axel smelled like 'I-just-got-out-of-the-shower', which was a good smell. He discreetly sniffed himself. He smelt like Demyx. Which wasn't a bad thing, necessarily.

"Where's Lex?" Axel asked, digging around for a pair of pants.

"No idea, that is kinda weird though," Demyx said, his eyes wandering the room for something else to glare at. That Nine Inch Nails poster just wouldn't give up, damnit.

It was true that the little emo boy wasn't usually without his huge brown haired companion, that looked more like a bear than anything. Admittedly, Lexaeus would have been brilliant at football if he hadn't broken some poor sap's leg in PE.

…And four of his ribs. And his wrist. Sadly that Strife kid was never the same since, even though Lexaeus tried appologizing. They'd watched a bear documentary in biology and he almost cried.

Demyx shrugged again. "Can I turn around yet?"

"Whatever," Axel said, running a brush through his hair unenthusiastically before ducking for his hoodie. "Shall we?"

Demyx nodded. He didn't have much of an objection. He liked coffee. Zexion was alright. His little sister was kind of annoying, but that's why he imagined they were doing him a favor by coming along. Demyx smiled; he liked feeling important.

Axel was feeling oddly optimistic about the trip. Like something good was going to happen. He figured it was nothing, but skipped down the driveway all the same; getting an odd look from Demyx and a few of the neighbors.