The first half of the 100-Acre-Wood segment (Though the second half is called 'Camp Rock'

"Sora, if we're going on vacation… CAMPING, no less… why are you packing our instruments?" Axel raised an eyebrow.

The guitarist flashed a signature grin at the drummer. "The Dance of Falling Stars."

"What?"

"Axel! A little help?" Roxas called. The blanket he was trying to fold before had somehow cocooned the boy, getting more messed up every time he struggled.

"Roxas, stop writhing, I'll untangle you," Axel was about to walk over when Leon walked past the boy, giving the blanket a sharp tug, which set Roxas free, but he landed face down in the grass. "Roxas, are you okay?"

"Peachy," the boy grumbled. Leon straightened out the blanket and folded it quickly and efficiently, tossing it into the van and calling back into the house for Cloud to hurry up.

"I'm coming, Leon, chill out!" the older blond ran right into his chest. "Oh! You're right here. Don't yell if you're in the house!"

"I'm not in the house, I'm in the doorway."

Cloud sighed. "Is everyone ready to go? We still have to meet with the others to make sure there's room for everybody."

"I know, I know. I just called and we can meet at the breakfast place, eat, then divvy up everyone, okay?"

"You do realize we just played in Olympus… right?"

"What should that matter?"

"You idiots… you'll see."

"I WANT PANCAKES! I LOVE I-HOP! SYRUPPPPP!" Sora squealed as he ran at full speed directly into the door of the restaurant. "Ow!"

Axel held open the door for Roxas, following him inside without waiting for the bloody-nosed Sora to catch up. Cloud got to him before Leon, and started fussing over the situation immediately, telling Leon to save them seats so he could take Sora to the restroom to wash up.

"We can't let him find this," Leon took the syrup and put it on the table behind him. "If you want syrup, excuse yourself and go over there to get it!"

Axel mumbled that he was just going to get something that didn't need syrup so he wouldn't have to get up and try to nonchalantly take his plate to another table to apply sugary stickiness to his pancakes.

"All better~!" Cloud pointed to his handiwork. There was a very discreet piece of tissue rolled up and in Sora's nose, effectively barricading the blood flow. "All right. So, where are the others?"

"Roxas! Axel!" Demyx ran over, plopping down in a chair next to Axel and leaning on him. "You're pretty comfy, actually… Roxas, why didn't you tell me that Axel's such a good pillow?"

"I wasn't aware of that fact… I don't know EVERYTHING about Axel!"

"You guys STILL aren't an item? Oh well, then I have no reason to hold back on my Axel pillowing. How convenient!" Demyx announced.

Axel noticed that Roxas crossed his arms when Demyx started hanging all over him. He wasn't jealous, was he?

"Roxaaaas! What's the matter?" Demyx chirped, opting to situate himself onto Axel's lap. "You look depresssssssssed."

"I'm upset at you for doing what you're doing now…" he grumbled.

"You said you aren't dating! So why would you mind if I play around with Axel?"

"Just because he isn't my lover, doesn't mean that I'm okay with you touching him like that! He's my best friend and I don't want you to do that to him!"

"Best friend? Come on, Roxas, I believed you for, like, a week on that one. 'Friend.' Yeah right."

"Shut up, just shut UP!" Roxas flew out of his chair and walked as fast as he could to the door, and when he heard footsteps following him, he broke into a sprint across the parking lot.

"Roxas!" Axel hurried after him. "Roxas, be careful! This is an active lot, you could get hit!" he shouted.

A car pulled out of its spot directly in front of Roxas' eyes, who stopped short and was knocked back by the vehicle. The driver, a guy with a long-haired girl in the seat next to him, looked at Roxas before growling. "Get out of my way, Pop Princess. I don't want your stupid blood on my Jeep."

"Wh-what?" Roxas had never been directly yelled at for no reason before. "Have we met?"

"We have now, dipshit. I wanted to go through my life without having to ever see your face in person, but that didn't happen. Get away from my car!"

"O-okay…" Roxas was severely confused. Why did that guy hate him?

Axel rushed to his side. "Roxas!"

"Ugh! That NAME again! All I ever hear…" the driver left the lot.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know, but I want to beat the shit out of that guy."

"Is Roxas okay?" Cloud rushed to Axel's side where he was supporting Roxas as the smaller boy favored one leg. "My poor baby… Does it hurt?" he asked, kneeling in front of him and allowing the boy to wrap his arms around his neck.

Lifting Roxas gently, Cloud turned back to look at Leon, who was frowning sternly and looking frustrated.

"Leon? I'm going to help him. Watch the rest of the kids while I'm gone. Especially your son. Sora's probably still bleeding."

Leon's brow furrowed farther. "He's not my son!"

Cloud leaned in and pecked his cheek. "Don't make such grouchy expressions. Your face will get stuck that way and you won't be nearly as sexy…"

"Eeeeeeeeewwwww!" a voice in the distance groaned.

"R-right…" he blushed.

"So what happened?"

"A guy I'd never seen before started—"

"Did he touch you?" Cloud interrupted.

Roxas tipped his head. "N-no… he was yelling at me for no reason and… and I really don't want to talk about it."

"That's alright, Roxas. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he pecked Roxas' forehead. "My poor, sweet baby…"

"I'm not a baby…"

"You're MY baby, Roxas. Okay? I love you." he brushed aside a few locks of hair from the boy's eyes and smiled. "You'll be alright."

"So, how are we going to do this?" Leon asked, looking at the large group of people in front of him. "I didn't know we had this many people…"

"We don't. I don't know who half of these people are."

"Oh, bother…" a yellow bear in a red shirt walked away.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-sorry!" a piglet ran off.

"YOU ATE MY HONEY!" a large rabbit chased after them.

"Yoo-hoo-hoo!" a… tiger(?) bounced(?) away.

"Anyway, who's actually driving the other car?"

Axel stepped forward. "Anyone but Demyx. The last time I was in a car with him he was tuning his sitar while driving and steering with his feet."

"You survived?" Roxas asked.

"I'll drive!"

"Oh, god…"

Marluxia flipped his hair. "I will."

"How will we decide this?"

Leon raised his hand. "I could care less as long as Marly takes Sora. I am NOT sitting in a car with that blabbering idiot for hours on end. You take him."

"Anyway… how are we going to decide who goes with who?"

"Flip a coin?"

"Draw straws!"

"WE SHOULD DIG A MOAT!"

They all turned to look at the stranger in a suit of armor. "What?"

"I'll be going now…"

Demyx suddenly perked up. "Oh!" he ran up to Axel and shoved his hand into his hair. He rummaged around for a minute before pulling out an eight ball. "Here it is!"

Axel looked at him. "When did you put that there?"

"When you first joined the Organization, I placed all my important items and provisions into your hair so I wouldn't lose them. But then… you sorta left."

"That would explain the cake crumbs and soda in my hair…"

"Oh, I came over because I was hungry… And I didn't have a plate."

"We aren't using an eight ball."

Roxas was fiddling nervously with a paper… thing. Sora plucked it out of his hands curiously.

"What's this?"

"A… a cootie catcher…"

"What? So it catches girl germs? It doesn't look like it could do that…"

"Girls don't have germs, and it's just called that. It's used to make decisions or predict future events."

"Do other guys use them?"

"I… I… Well… sure…"

"Can you make one right now?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"MAKE IT MAKE IT MAKE IT MAKE IT MAKE IIIIIIT!" Sora whined.

"Okay!" Roxas snapped back. "I hate it when people WHINE like that!"

Roxas took out a piece of square paper and carefully began to fold it, Sora looking over his shoulder. "Hurry up!"

"I'm trying to do this PROPERLY. Here. Done."

"We can use THIS to decide how to split everyone up!" Sora smiled widely at his plan.

Roxas sighed. "Why don't we just do something ORGANIZED? Something similar to picking teams in Gym."

"I actually kind of like the cootie catcher idea," Axel said, Roxas' hand hitting him in the stomach. He grunted at the impact. "Buuut… I'm not going to choose that because your idea was… so much better."

Cloud furrowed his brow. Roxas was pretty evil when he wanted to be. It was only a little unsettling.

"So, Marluxia, I'll pick first," Leon announced. "Roxas, you're quiet, so you can come with me."

"I see you're trying to leave me with the noisy ones, then?" the pinkette guessed softly.

"That was my plan."

"As promised, I will take Sora."

"Cloud."

"I see Leon is into blonds," Marluxia snickered.

"Shut up."

"Donald."

"Axel."

Marluxia grinned. "Ooh! Variety. Goofy."

"Jiminy."

"Demyx. And I wasn't aware the cricket was in the lineup."

"He's on Axel's shoulder. And I didn't want Demyx in my car."

"Let's go!" Sora exclaimed cheerily.

Roxas had his arms around Axel's neck and his head was on the redhead's chest when he woke up. He saw Axel gazing lazily out the car window at the passing scenery, not seeming to mind being sat on. "Axel?"

"Hm?" he looked over. "Oh. You're awake. Good morning, sunshine."

"Where are we now?"

"Almost to the campground, we passed a sign that said 'fifteen miles away' about two minutes ago, so it shouldn't be much longer."

"Okay."

"Here it is," Cloud announced. A sign read

-100 ACRE WOOD-

in big letters. Underneath was another sign:

DANCE OF FALLING STARS ON LAST DAY OF AUGUST!
BRING SOMEONE YOU LOVE TO THIS MAGICAL NIGHT!

"What's the Dance of Falling Stars?" Axel asked, curious as to what was so magical to share with your lover at the event.

Cloud smiled. "It's a ball and dance held every year on the last day of August in a building with a bulletproof-glass dome for a roof. Annually, they hold the Dance on that night because a meteor shower happens every year on the last day of their Summer. The campground closes the day after, giving people a chance to rest, pack, and leave after the dance. It's really special. The shooting stars are beautiful, and it's really just a night where you can say miracles do happen."

Axel thought for a moment if he should ask Roxas to go with him, but was cut off by a loud voice.

"Aaaand, I want Kingdom Hearts to try and play the band portion of the dance! That's why I brought our instruments!"

Roxas spun around to look at his 'cousin'. "Sora? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Marluxia made me switch out with Jiminy to ride with you guys, and Leon knocked me out so I would be quiet. I woke up a few minutes ago."

Leon huffed. "He said he shouldn't be responsible for my kid. SORA ISN'T MY KID!" he growled.

"A gig? Here?"

"Yeah! Wouldn't it be cool? And we'd still be out soon enough to watch the meteor shower!"

'Watching the shooting stars with Roxas would be nice…'

"Tomorrow morning are the signups, so we have to go to the glass dome to tell them we want to play."

"We're Kingdom Hearts. We want to play at the Dance this year!" Sora announced to the white-haired man. "Can we?"

"I have heard of you. The one named Roxas is exceedingly popular around here," he replied thoughtfully.

The blond stepped out from where he was hiding behind Axel. "That's me. I'm Roxas…" he said in a small voice.

"Ah! Timid, I see. You always seem so confident on television."

"I… I have ways to calm my nerves…" he replied. 'Axel's always there for me… and I'm never scared when he's with me because he promised to keep me safe…'

Axel looked at the boy sadly, unsure what he meant, slowly reaching to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Roxas instantly relaxed into the touch, and Axel felt butterflies in his stomach when he saw Roxas smile and take his hand, wrapping Axel's arm around his own waist. 'Roxas… you're so cute… You don't know what you do to me…'

"Something between the two of you?" the man guessed.

Roxas quickly moved away. "N-no! Why does everyone think that? We aren't together!"

"I'll be right back," Axel said flatly, walking out of the building as fast as possible. Roxas spun around to see fleeting red hair going out the door.

"…Axel?" he whispered sadly.

"Shouldn't we have gotten here earlier?"

"Don't be stupid, Nate. We have to be fashionably late, of course. It's not like anyone else around here has any musical talent even worth our time."

"But I thought you saw Ro—"

"DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!"

"Sorry…"

Axel leaned closer, eavesdropping. That voice sounded familiar…

"Shane, you don't have to be mean to him. He has a point. What if Kingdom Hearts IS here?"

'They're talking about us? It must be that guy that almost ran Roxas over in that parking lot!'

"Just… Just hurry up. Nate, you go ahead."

He looked around the corner. It was that guy and girl from the Jeep, and two other boys. One, whom Axel assumed was Nate, ran into the building. "I have to go back inside… but I can't until they all go in… What if he tries to hurt Roxas? I'm not there to protect him!"

"Well, seeing as your presence would boost the popularity of the Dance greatly, and you are very impressive artists, I suppose you can—"

"YOU!"

Roxas spun around on his heel. The man that had yelled at him before and three others approached. Having no other safe place to hide, he stood behind Cloud and Leon, clutching the hem of Leon's jacket in fear. "I didn't do anything! Why do you hate me?" he whimpered, shaking.

"Connect Three, Mitchie, good to see you are present again this year. You're a little late, I hope you are aware. Shane, you know of this boy as well?"

"Well, our spot in the Dance is RESERVED, right?" Shane hissed.

"Nothing was set in stone. Kingdom Hearts were here bright and early. Therefore, the spot is rightfully theirs."

"NO! That's not possible! This is OUR turf! Only WE can perform here! Make them get out of my campground!"

"We aren't leaving…" Roxas choked.

Shane glowered at him. "What was that, you little diva?"

"I said…" he moved closer. "I s-said we aren't going j-just bec-cause you said so… You aren't in charge!"

"You smart-mouthed little…"

"ROXAS!" Axel cried when he saw Shane's arm moving.

Shane smacked him, sending the blond crumbling to the floor with a yelp of pain.

"Roxas, no!" Axel rushed to his side. "I'm so sorry… I didn't make it in time… I'm sorry, Roxas…" he whispered, pulling the boy onto his lap and examining the deep red mark on his face. "Roxas… I'm sorry…"

"How could you do that?" Cloud hissed. "That was cruel and unprofessional! You have no right to hit Roxas!"

Leon grabbed Shane by the shirt collar. "I could tear you to shreds. Come on, Cloud, let me kill him. I'll make it nice and bloody."

"No," Roxas said softly. "Don't… don't hurt him. It's okay…"

Axel hushed him. "Leon, let him go. Don't stoop to his level. We're better than him."

The man thought about it. "I suppose you could both compete to decide who will perform… the residents can vote."

"Deal."

"This is ridiculous!" Shane bellowed.

"We're in," the girl said.

"Mitchie!"

"Then it's settled. Four hours, then."

FUZZY FUZZY CUTE CUTE!