(Well, you've seen how Roxas and Axel dealt with the silly reverse psychology that I randomly came up with. You'll soon see, after a short intermission in the cabins, how Sora fends Riku during dinner. I don't have much to say here, considering my hands hurt, so I'll be blunt here. Read and review. I'd love you, even though you know that I already do. :3)

"Axel, idiot! We can't be in here now! It's almost 6 o' clock!"

Axel clutched at the sheets on Roxas' bed and reluctantly removed himself from the boy and looked around the cabin for his cell phone. Lying next to the chest of drawers that the boys of the cabin were sharing was a bright red one. Axel sneered, picking it up and flipping it open.

"Oh, you little rule-breaker, you brought your phone, too?" he teased, glancing at the time labeled in digital numbers across the top of the phone. The phone was swiped angrily from his hands by Roxas, who closed it and shoved it into his pants pocket.

"So what if it's almost 6 o' clock?" Axel frowned, leaning teasing upon his prey once again. "The airsoft game starts at 8, doesn't it?" Roxas gave him a lazy-eyed glare, that said the words 'You're stupid'.

"Dinner is at 6, you nimrod." Axel sighed, his eyes taking on a hurt look. Roxas could see, however, how fake it was.

"Such harming words, Roxy. They're almost offending. Regardless, I've got my dinner right in front of me." Roxas' eyes turned to daggars, aimed right at his red-headed friend.

"I'm seriously not gonna allow you to do anything to me, Axel," he growled, his legs raise, his knees bent back, ready to kick Axel off the bed if he dare advance further.

"Geez, you're no fun." Axel finally sighed, but remained leaned against the irritated Roxas.

"I'm keeping my abstinence," Roxas replied, his voice almost whining.

"Oh, screw your abstinence, Roxas, you're a guy!" Roxas' face flushed briefly at the statement, but he still kept his ground.

"That's the point I'm trying to make here, Axel! I'm a guy! You're a guy, too! What's wrong with this picture!?" At last, Axel leaned back a bit, sitting on his knees, his pointy red hair brushing the bottom of the second bunk above them.

"C'mon, Roxas, you don't even know what it's like!" he frowned, and Roxas could now see that he was officially over the joking mood. He stole the advantage to sit up a bit.

"No, I don't." he replied honestly, looking the taller boy straight in the eye. "Now, could we please go to dinner now, before we're late?" Axel made no intention to move, even when Roxas could see the faintest sign of him smiling crookedly.

"I'll tell you what," he spoke, almost quietly. "Let me kiss you, and we'll go to dinner." Roxas didn't respond for a moment. He simply stared at Axel, his face unreadable. Finally he gritted his teeth.

"Stop saying such stupid things! Why do you want to kiss me!?" Axel clutched the boy's chin, eyes not yet hurt, but on the verge of hurt. Roxas was about to retort, until he heard the small sound of a bell. The dinner bell. No odds were in his favor. He had very few choices. He could already feel the heat enter his cheeks as he spoke.

"Alright, fine..." he muttered, and Axel's face lit up humbly. It would still be awkward, Roxas could almost feel it, as Axel's grip on his chin tightened oh so slightly, and the boy's eyes lidded slightly. Hesitantly, he touched their lips together. It wasn't quite a kiss, but to Roxas, it sure as hell felt like one. The last kiss he could actually remember was the one he and Namine shared together when they were love puppies in the 3rd grade. That was a long time ago. This kiss was more fiery, despite the fact that Axel always related himself to fire. Roxas wasn't sure if he enjoyed it. Surprisingly enough, Axel was the one to break the kiss. It was if the kiss had cured all of his dirty problems. He backed himself off of Roxas and adjusted his clothing.

"See? That wasn't so bad, not was it?" he said, smilling almost in pride at Roxas when his red face curled angrily.

"C-Could we just go to dinner, before we get in trouble?" He slid off the bed eagerly, and silently wiped his lips, opening the door and heading outside, hearing Axel follow close behind, as if nothing in the world had just happened.

BrEaK

Riku was shot an apologetic expression as he examined the full tables in front of him. One table seated Roxas, Axel, Hayner and Pence, while the other held Demyx, Zexion, Cloud and Leon. The second table's inhabitants surprised him more than the first table's did, but it didn't matter. He had nowhere to sit. He accepted the apologies coming from the other tables with a light shrug, and began to look around for a spare seat.

"Hey, Riku!" Riku turned to see Sora's gloved hand waving him toward a three-fourths empty table. He took a seat across from him, his face confused.

"Why are you sitting over here, by yourself?" he asked. Sora almost smirked, shrugging.

"I guess no-one likes me. No, I just came late, too, and all of the good seats were taken. I was gonna save you a seat with Cloud and Leon, but Demyx brough over Zexion, and well, you know."

"Regardless, I guess it doesn't matter. There will be other opportunities to sit with them. Anyway, do you know what we're having?"

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it smells awesome. Or is that you, perhaps?" Riku agreed, the air was rich with the smell of freshly baked bread, and other stove-cooked assortments. He couldn't quite make out what anything was, though. Then his mind caught and processed the second part of the statement. He eyed Sora lightly.

"Sorry, I didn't hear the last part."

"I said, maybe it's you that smells so good," Sora responded, a calm expression glazed over his face. Riku was caught off guard by the comment, but, having knit his brows and frowned over the statement for a second, as if the it were a question that he was trying very hard to answer, he caught Sora's gaze.

"Are you complimenting me?" he asked, innocently enough. Sora's lips curled at the edges into a goofy smirk.

"Why wouldn't I be?" was the comeback, almost smooth like honey, even for Sora. Riku fought the slight urge to laugh, and leaned back.

"Well, thank you." Almost as if on cue, a rich-haired girl in a black swimsuit cover and shorts took a seat next to Sora.

"Good evening, Kairi," said Riku, nonchalant. Kairi returned the gesture with a cute smile. He glanced at Sora, which made her want to laugh as well.

"What's with you?" she teased, as if to sway Sora, but the spikey-haired boy showed no sign of affection. He raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You look weird. Are you and Riku trying to pull something? It's like you're hiding something." Sora shrugged and stole a glance at Riku.

"What's wrong with two lovers waiting on their meal?" Kairi rolled her eyes, and dropped Sora with a simple, "Queer."

"Anyway, Riku, you ran away earlier, and I don't know why, but there's something I was wanting to ask you about."

Riku leaned forward against the table a bit, as if he were about to confide, and sighed shortly. "Kairi, you can take this however you like, but no." Kairi blinked, and hesitated.

". . .No, what?"

"Just, no," said Riku, shaking his head. "If you want me to emphasize the 'no', or anything to get you to understand, I don't care. My answer is no." Kairi didn't move. Her expression was torn between that of shock, and simply that she hadn't let the words said to her sink in quite yet. The meals had been taken out to the tables and placed for all of the students by the time Kairi had some actual response for anything. He finally leaned back, her head bowed slightly, as if she had just heard that her pet had died, and tried to make words, but none would come. Finally, as Sora and Riku were beginning to grab rolls from a basket laid on the table, she raised her head and gave Riku a fleeting smile.

"I see," he said softly. "I understand. . ." Riku flashed her a charming smile, so glad to have heard her speak, the expression read.

"I'm so glad that you do, Kairi," he said heartily. With that Kairi stood from the table silently, and very awkwardly left to find Namine. When she was out of earshot, Sora gave his companion a look.

"Dude, that was cold!"

"I have the right to choose whomever I like as a lover, lover," he responded, as if he were correcting Sora. At the word, Sora cringed.

"It's still me, isn't it?" he dared ask. Rikue simply nodded, and Sora frowned, having lost his appetite, and placed his half-eaten roll on his plate in sudden lack of taste.

"I knew that you were trying to fend me off just a moment ago with that silly 'you smell good' nonsense. What do you take me for, and idiot, like Axel? I must admit, though, it's cute. It makes me think that you care." Riku chuckled, and reached for the butter, while Sora sat in silent horror, having given his companion the look of 'Oh my GOD, are you SERIOUS!?'

(Well, now, wasn't that lovely? I found it a bit harsh and heartless of Riku to have settled Kairi that way, in front of Sora, at dinner, not even giving her a chance to speak. Had someone done that to me, I would have raised HELL upon their unfortunate soul. Luckily, Riku was faced with Kairi, not me. Anyway, I'm about to hit another writer's block, until I figure out what I'm going to do next. . .oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Nevermind, I've got my idea. Stay tuned, and you'll see it!)