I x2093 appologize for this taking so long. Lotsa issues. Whats more is that this chapter has been done for almost three months, I just forgot about it :D Updates soon, you have a big fat Piro Promise. ahem I have the week off from work, I need something to do D:

"Can I get ummm…." A thoughtful look crossed the young girls face as she gazed up at the menu-board inside of Coffee Moe's house of Coffee House. So many choices. Caffine was really the greatest thing ever, Yuffie decided as she scanned the list of drinks again. So many ways to pump her bloodstream with even more adrenaline, in so many delicious flavors! Yuffie almost purred at the though, but set herself back to deciding on a drink.

Zexion stood behind her, wondering how much effort it would take to break one of the mugs on display into a bunch of tiny pieces and slit his wrists with them. He wasn't suicidal, but it was worth it to get away from Yuffie and not have his Mom yell at him.

The girl behind the counter really didn't give a shit either way. She wanted them to order their damn coffee so she could go back to playing tetris on her cell phone. It was Sunday, damnit. No one was supposed to come in on Sunday. "and God said, 'thou shalt not buy-eth thy coffee on el Sunday, or thou shalt be turned into salt'"

"I would like a large orange mocha frappe-chinno with an extra shot of carmel, please!" Yuffie finally said, beaming in a fashion that stated 'I'm not sure what's going on'. The girl behind the counter cocked an eyebrow and stopped her sacrilegious thoughts before jotting it down.

"Anything for you, sir?" she asked, glancing the half a face, of Zexion, the majority of it shrouded in a wave of dyed hair and a pair of thick rimmed glasses. He looked very menacing…in a weird kind of way.

"Just a plain coffee," he said, shrugging.

Zexion hated coffee; or caffine, to be specific. It made him extremely hyper and twitchy and giggly. The last time he drank too much, he was laughing for ten straight minutes about something Lexaeus had said about pudding cups.

He really wished it wasn't such a nice day and his sister didn't suck so much. And Lexaeus wasn't busy…stupid dying Grandma of his.

The request had been simple enough from his Mother; "Take your sister down to the coffee place for an hour while she meets up with some of her school friends, and make sure she doesn't steal anything.'

Zexion wouldn't go down without a bloody fight though. "She's grounded though, remember? She tried stealing Mr. Geppeto's weiner dog."

"Do it, or I'm not letting your pansy ass out of the house until you're thirty."

He promptly complied and left with his sister bounding out the door behind him ten minutes later. Guh. Freshman.

On the way over, he called Axel. He was really the only semi sort of friend he had outside Lexaeus and….er. Lexaeus. He really just tolerated them (Axel and Demyx, seeing as though they were rarely apart); but in this case he was willing to hang out with anyone to avoid the sound of Yuffie talking.

He glanced out at the streets through a blurry window as they sat down in the corner. The landscape colors were slowly turning a shade or two darker as rain calmly splattered over them. Mmm. Depressing.

"I'm gonna go sit over-"

"No, you're not." Zexion said, flatly, slightly annoyed that she had opened her mouth. He was thinking about the color of the asphalt, damnit. "You're sitting here until your little friends get here. I saw you eyeing those baskets."

Yuffie sat down across from him, feeling rather defeated. He was such a bore sometimes. All the time, really. With his sitting and reading and…just being there. Ugh. He never wanted to do anything fun like make cakes or play with kittens or steal an air compressor.

He pushed the thick rimmed glasses up his nose with his index finger before glancing at her. "How long is this going to be?"

"An hour," she said happily, swaying her feet unconsciously under the table, and taking a sip of her mocha-cappa-whatever. "Mom said so," Zexion rolled his eyes. To further the emo stereotype, he fucking hated his parents.

Well. Sometimes. Their Mom was pretty cool because she baked cookies a lot, and Zexion liked cookies. And she made Yuffie cry after telling her "They don't stay kittens forever you know," which also made Zexion smile.

"Whatever," he said, flicking his hair out again to get a better view of the book he'd pulled out while Yuffie started rambling about…something. Wait. She was talking?

Eh. Whatever. Book. Today's selecton happened to be a bit of literature from the 18th century with too many confusing metaphors and disturbing imagery.

Yuffie began to tap her foot against the furniture as she sipped the drink, eyeing the glass container full of biscotti, wondering how hard it would be to stick it in her jacket. Zexion caught this look and kicked her.

"Knock it off," he snarled, turning the page.

"You're just mad because what's his face isn't here, the huge dude."

Zexion ignored her. Hmm. According to this author, the world happens to be a drowning void and we all are really insects feeding on its corpse. How awesome.

Yuffie leaned in on her elbows, grinning at him. "You liiiike him,"

"and you've almost been arrested four times," he countered, dully. "Your point?"

They'd been over this so many times it didn't even faze him anymore. She was going to come back with 'at least I'm not gay' and he'd reply 'at least I pay for underwear'. It was getting old, really.

Just as she was about to come back to his comment, the little bell jingled over the door and –

"YUFFIE!"

"Sora!" she yelled, jumping to her feet, (bumping the table and spilling some of Zexion's coffee on his hoodie. Le sigh, life is pain.) and pounced the brown haired boy. Aerith was tackled next, who was smiling at a bronze cat statue situated on the counter.

"Oh hello," She said airily, smiling at Yuffie.

Yuffie glanced back at Zexion, who nodded dully at her.

The three sat down a couple of tables over (which was pointless, really. The place was almost empty) and began to loudly chatter about how awesome the cappa-mocha-who-gives-a-fuck-with extra caramel was.

"Oh yeah!" Sora said loudly, tripping over himself to stand up again. He rushed over to the doorway, where a very out-of-place Roxas was standing.

"This is our cousin, Roxas! He tried killing me!" Sora said cheerfully, latching onto his arm.

Yuffie directed her attention to the blonde, and began talking loudly (and quickly) at him about something. Sora had him in a chair (rather forcibly) in a moment, as Aerith began counting tiles on the ceiling.

A look of 'oh sweet Jesbus, what have I done?' crossed his face as he attempted saying something…or he could have been trying to choke himself with half sentences.

"I er. Have to go wash my hands," Roxas finally blurted out, dodging out of her line of vision and slipped off, past Zexion towards the bathroom. Zexion cocked an eyebrow.

That boy looked horribly familiar from somewhere.

He went back to reading a chapter entitled 'maggots; the nature of man' before glaring at his sister, who attempted taking the fake potted plant off the window. She grinned back sheepishly; he rolled his eyes.

"Why the hell did we walk?!" Demyx snarled, pulling the hood tighter around his ears, which were going numb from the cold and rain occasionally splattering on his face. He had been whining to the extent Axel had given up and given him his sweater to shut him up.

"It's two blocks away," Axel said, who seemed totally unmoved by the chilly rain spilling down his person. "It really isn't that long of a walk,"

"But it's raining,"

"And you suck,"

"Oh, har har." Demyx stated, sarcastically. He glanced up, willing his head to raise. "Oh hey, there it is!"

"I told you it wasn't that far away," Axel muttered, rolling his eyes, though at the same time feeling slightly releived.

The two picked up the pace a bit as they jogged towards the building, the rain coming down just a little bit harder to urge them on.

Upon entering, Demyx triumphantly yelled "WARMTH!" and took the hood off, doing a little skip. Axel rolled his eyes, catching the image of Zexion in the corner.

"Hey," Axel said, smiling and sitting down opposite the black haired emo boy. Zexion nodded as Demyx plopped down next to him.

The three started into idle conversation when the bathroom door opened and –

"You!"

"YOU?!"

"Axel?"

"Roxas?"

"ROXAS!"

"ACH!"

"Zexion," Zexion said quietly, feeling rather left out as Axel and Demyx shot to their feet, ensuing a rather pointless one-word-per-person argument.

Demyx was glaring at Roxas, Roxas was looking back and forth from Axel to Demyx in a rather paniced way, and Axel looked at a loss.

Meanwhile behind the counter, coffee girl had resumed her game of tetris.