Psychoticbunny: Guess who's back! That's right! Your (least) favorite author! Sorry for not updating earlier! I'm was trying to write more, but I'm stuck on a certain place so that's why this chapter's so short. I really am trying to update more. Now time for review replies:

Cherry- And, believe it or not, Riku's hair will come into the story later, so for all who are reading REMEMBER RIKU'S STORY. Even though it's not going to be a huge part, it will still be significant.

Disclaimer: I own my nose and that pwns the Kingdom Hearts characters, right?!

Roxas: Not really…

Psychoticbunny: Shut up! They don't know that!

Roxas: Why was that last sentence in italics?

Psychoticbunny: No idea. Anywho, warnings are cursing, shounen-ai, and dinner.

Roxas: WTF?

Psychoticbunny: You'll see…

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"Hey. You guys okay?" Sora asked as he entered the room, disturbing the… peaceful silence? "I heard some yelling, but we kind of had to help Kairi up."

"Yeah. We're fine Sora," Riku assured him.

I had never noticed the longing looks Riku gave Sora before, which Sora never paid attention to either.

He smiled in relief. "That's good. I wouldn't want you two to be in a fight, especially because you're sharing a room."

"Do you want to sit down, Sora?" Riku stood up to offer his seat.

"No thanks. I'm good," Sora replied while shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" Riku pestered. "I wouldn't you to cause any stress to your body or anything and…" He went on muttering about wanting him to be comfortable.

"You worry too much Riku!" Sora laughed. Riku gave a weak smile in return.

The best description for Riku I could come up with at that moment was a puddle of goop. He seemed to almost melt at Sora's grin.

"I guess I'll go back downstairs then, now that I know you two aren't ripping each other's heads off." He closed the door on his way out.

We were left with another uncomfortable silence, lasting for several minutes.

"Hey Riku," I finally said. "Sora seemed a lot better just now."

"Yeah. Probably because he took his medicine," Riku said as he sunk back on my bed.

If I only had a dollar (A/N: or 100 yen, or whatever your currency is) for every awkward moment I shared with Riku…

"Hey, what's this?" he asked suddenly.

I turned to examine the object in question.

Axel's journal! It must have slid under my pillows from last night. A piece of paper fell out and landed on the floor.

"Oh! T-that! Nothing!" I snatched the small book out of his hands.

"Jeez. You didn't have to grab it. I'd have given it to you if you just asked."

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"Well, I'm going downstairs," Riku said. "Oh, and this fell." He handed me the paper before exiting.

I opened up the neatly folded note. How had I not noticed it earlier?

Dear Roxas,

Robbers shouldn't be trusted.

I opened the journal, only to find all of the pages burned out.

"How did he?" I murmured, running my fingers over the burnt binding, when it hit me.

Axel must have found it when he had woken up. Then why hadn't he confronted me about it? He didn't seem particularly angry.

I sighed and slipped the journal back under my pillow, positioning the note back inside beforehand. Curiosity killed the cat.

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I had not eaten dinner with anyone for almost a full year. Add that to the fact that I was extremely anti-social, and it doesn't seem so odd that taking part in a conversation at dinner was a rare and none too pleasant experience for me.

I sat in the corner as an attempt to prevent as much interaction with anyone at all. Riku sat next to me and looked as thought he wanted to ask me something a couple of times, but decided against it, seeing how focused I was on my mashed potatoes. However, he was the only one who got the clue.

Sora was set on getting me involved in a conversation and Kairi seemed to be helping him to torture me. (My view on Kairi had changed ever since I heard Riku's story, however, spotting the swelling bump on the back of her head was tremendously satisfying.) My mom and dad had caught onto Sora's determination to make me (gasp) converse with the people surrounding me.

"So… how have you been Roxas?" my dad asked in an almost too cheerful voice.

I shrugged at my plate.

"Do anything fun lately, make any friends?" It was my mom's turn to pretend to care.

I gave my answer to my plate again, becoming increasingly fond of it. "Hn."

"Are you and Riku going to, like, play games or something before you to bed?"

I finally tore my gaze away from my dish of untouched food to glare at Sora. He made it sound as if Riku and I were two hyper best friends on their first sleepover.

This earned me a kick under the table from a certain silver-haired someone. I winced in pain. All those muscles weren't just for show.

I tried to counterattack with my own kick, but missed and hit a table leg. I could only hope my leg would survive this dinner in one piece.

"May I pleased be excused?" I hoped that being polite would pay off.

"But you haven't eaten any of your food," Kairi pointed out.

Bitch!

"I'm not very hungry," I said with a smile that I prayed didn't look as bloodthirsty as I was feeling.

"Okay then," my mom said. Even though I knew it was only to get rid of me, I couldn't have loved her more at the moment. I figured there was one good thing about my family's hatred: It was mutual.

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Psychoticbunny: The dinner scene was basically for some comedy. Because I like comedy. Now, (perpare your ears people) I'M SO SORRY THE CHAPTER IS SO RIDICULOUSLY SHORT! FORGIVE ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU TOFU FUDGE BALL THINGYS THAT TASTE A LOT BETTER THAN I MADE THEM SOUND! THEY'ER SUGER-COATED AND REVIEWERS GET EXTRA! AHHHHH! 'goes and hides behind computer in shame'

Roxas: What a wimp. Well, I guess I'll say the rest of the messages. Psychoticbunny's planning to write the first chapter of a new story (Naruto) and post it up, finish this story, and then add to that story. 'Kay? Kay. And besides that, did anyone else notice that the documents are alive now-a-days? It's kind of creepy. Anyway, bye! See you next time!