La di da.

I need coffee.

Blargh.

Hokay...wee gits tu tah storeh nao, yush?

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"Breakfast in Bed"

Roxas was soaked as he climbed the stairs of the dorm, his vision focused on the brightly lit room at the top. His shirt was dripping with his hair that no longer stood in awkward spikes, and his shoes were sloshing with water. He was sure his roommates would have something to say about his appearance but he couldn't care less.

"Hey Rucksack." Luxord snickered as Roxas stepped through the doorway, but the soaked blond ignored him.

"You get thrown in the lake or something?" Saix asked. Roxas wasn't sure if he was being malicious, or if it was his medication, but he shook his head 'no' either way. He plopped down on his bed, too elated to care if it would remain soaked for days and glanced over at Xaldin, who was curled up on his bed reading a book that bore no title on the cover. For a moment, he almost felt bad going after someone so calm and deadpan, but he remembered that it wasn't a random act of cruelty, it was a retaliation. His vision was clouded with rage, remembering Xaldin's face when he threw a water balloon over the side of the roof. Then he remembered Axel's lips and how soft they were, and how incredible they felt on his neck, and he relaxed, smiling up at the ceiling once more.

"You ever find your pictures?" Luxord taunted.

"Nope." Roxas sighed. "You ever find your favorite pack of cards?" he asked.

"You took my cards?!" Luxord cried.

"Maybe." Roxas shrugged. He heard Luxord nearly fall off the bed, pulling open the drawers of his night table, searching frantically through the papers and other random objects before he heaved a sigh, having found his cards.

"Made ya look." Roxas smiled deviantly.

"You walked right into that one." Saix muttered sleepily from his bed. As Axel guessed, he must have figured out the meds were switched and taken his sleeping pill on schedule.

"So what's got you all in a good mood?" Luxord sneered grumpily. "I'm going to make you suffer for being a jerk?" Roxas thought maliciously.

"Nothin', Lux." he sighed, rolling over in bed. He was sure Luxord might have said something in return, more than likely something snippy, but Roxas was already asleep.

The morning outside Roxas's window was surprisingly cool and bright, or maybe it was just his good mood. He sat up in the stiff bed and looked around at his roommates. The only one awake was Saix, who was pulling a loose gray t-shirt over his head, baggy and faded bluejeans already hung on his hips. Roxas slipped out from the warm confines of his blankets and dressed, too.

He pulled on a pair of black jeans with frayed bottoms, and a form-fitting black shirt with the words "A Perfect Circle" across the back in faded red and lyrics from one of their songs scrawled across a stone peace sign on the front. He pulled a wrist band over his hand and flexed his fingers, trying to stretch the sleepiness from them as he ran his other hand through his hair, that was now tangled to a terrible extent from never having been dried or brushed the night before. He combed it out, wincing at the knots that had formed in the soft strands. Shaking his head a few times, he let the hair fall into it's normal fashion of spikes, then looked to the mirror they all shared.

"Please move." Saix mumbled, looking somewhat hungover. His eyelids were red, the eyes themselves were bloodshot and there were dark circles under them. His whole face was gray like the clouds outside, though he seemed to be a strange shade of green at the same time.

"You okay, Saix?" Roxas put aside his anger and touched the other boy's shoulder.

"I'm on a new medication and I'm not reacting well to it." Saix groaned, pressing a hand to his stomach.

"Well if you're not reacting well to it, you shouldn't be taking it." Roxas mumbled, ready to hold Saix's long blue locks back, should he feel the need to spill the contents of his stomach.

"Yeah, tell that to my parents." Saix snapped, though he sounded more angry at the aforementioned sires than at Roxas. He grabbed a black cotton jacket, slung it over his shoulder and walked down the stairs to have breakfast, his daily energy drink in his hand. Roxas felt sorrow for Saix spread from his heart to his stomach like wildfire. He was about to follow the boy when he caught sight of himself in the mirror. To his shock, there was a dark purple and red spot on his neck, about the size of a piece of munny.

"Oh jeez..." Roxas muttered out loud, clapping a hand over it. The sound of his embarrassed realization made Luxord stir a bit, rolling over onto his back, his mouth hanging open awkwardly. Roxas was still blushing when he left the dorm. He wasn't sure if it was because the hickey was from a boy, because he had just met the boy when he kissed him, or solely because of the hickey it's self. It was like a giant neon sign pinned to his neck that said "Proud property of the sexiest boy in Theater". To his amusement, Roxas was just fine with that.

After a very brief stop at the mess hall, he tapped a student on the shoulder and ask for Xemnas's dorm. Surprisingly, the freshman was able to point him in the direction of a building at the far end of the courtyard with ease. Maybe Xemnas hadn't been bluffing about his fame. Roxas thanked the kid and hurried off to the dorm, elated when he pushed open the door and was met with a burst of warm air to melt the chilliness of morning from his cheeks. There was also, however, a terrible racket.

"What the hell is that?!" he called over the noise to Demyx, who was sitting on a chair in the common area seemingly unphased by the music bombarding his eardrums.

"Oh that's just Xemnas." Demyx answered nonchalantly.

"What's he doing up there, having a one-person moshpit?" Roxas cried, wincing.

"Uh.. no? He's resting. He listens to Slipknot in the morning. Helps him Zen out for the day." Demyx seemed puzzled at Roxas's assumption. Roxas didn't even ask. He only made his way to the staircase, identical to the one in his and every other dorm on campus, and ascended it slowly, squinting at the loud noise. Once he was at the top, he looked around at the beds, able to find Xemnas's quite easily.

There were posters all over the walls, clothes on the floor, books, pencils, drawings, CDs, wires for many an electronic and a stereo system the likes of which Roxas had only seen behind theft-proofing glass at the Great Buy in Central Twilight Town. He guessed this was where the crunching guitar chords and bleeding-throat vocals were coming from. He advanced on the enormous system slowly, though his footsteps were muffled by the music. He searched it's face full of buttons and dials and found the volume knob, turning it down until the music was just a low rumble.

"Nyaaaaaa..." groaned Xemnas from the bed beside him. He was wearing only pale gray boxers and a neon green sleeping mask over his eyes.

"I can't believe you can actually hear after all that." Roxas mumbled, taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

"It's relaxing." Xemnas argued. "And who the hell are you?"

"It's Roxas." he answered. Xemnas sat up and pulled the mask off his face, peering around in the dim lighting from the window.

"Roxas? What the fuck're you doin' here?" he asked sleepily. Smiling, Roxas produced a styrofoam plate with a plastic topper. The inside of the topper was lined with steam and condensation from the full breakfast inside. Roxas pulled off the plastic and set the plate in Xemnas's lap.

"You brought me breakfast?" he asked, surprise apparent in his tone.

"Yeah." Roxas shrugged. As Xemnas began dropping bits of egg and hashbrown into his mouth, he stared up at Roxas suspiciously.

"Axel told you I can't afford to feed myself anymore, didn't he?" he asked.

"He might have mentioned it." Roxas mumbled. Xemnas shook his head and muttered something that Roxas couldn't quite catch, then swallowed a hearty mouthful and began searching in his night table for something. Roxas tilted his head a bit, trying to see what he was digging for and after a moment of shuffling, Xemnas produced a crushed pack of cigarettes, offering one to Roxas.

"Ugh, god no..." the blond muttered, tilting his head away.

"Suit yourself." Xemnas shrugged, putting one between his lips.

"You can't afford food, but you can afford those?" Roxas eyed him.

"These are gifts, thank you very much." Xemnas muttered, lighting it. Roxas watched with a sour stomach as Xemnas inhaled a puff and chewed off a bit of bacon with the same breath.

"So I take it you didn't come all the way here just to give me breakfast?" Xemnas exhaled.

"I might have." Roxas said. "And aren't you not supposed to do that?" he pointed to the cigarette.

"I'm not. But I'm me, so I can." Xemnas nodded, attacking the toast. It never ceased to amaze Roxas how much Xemnas loved quietly nibbling at the hand that fed. In this case, the administration.

"Well... I did come to ask you about something." he admitted.

"Aha... knew it." Xemnas mumbled, the cigarette in his mouth muffling his words a bit as he climbed out of bed.

"Your go-to guy... Axel...he's good, right?" Roxas asked slowly.

"Good how?" Xemnas asked, pulling on a pair of pants.

"I mean like... a good person?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. He's a pretty solid dude. Why, ya like him?" Xemnas seemed amused.

"I think so." Roxas muttered, embarrassed.

"I figured you kinda did. I mean... one doesn't let someone leave a hickey like that on their neck just for shits and giggles, yeah?" Xemnas grinned, watching Roxas clap a hand over the mark.

"You can see that?" he muttered, turning pink.

"They can see that thing from space, bro." Xemnas chuckled, slipping a hand-woven hemp anklet over his foot. "So when'd you get it?" he asked.

"Last night..." Roxas muttered through clenched teeth.

"Interesting." Xemnas responded. "Well, I commend you. He's quite a catch."

"You mean you...find him attractive?" Roxas could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger just talking about it.

"I used to." Xemnas admitted casually.

"Not anymore?" Roxas pressed.

"Not anymore." Xemnas confirmed, pulling a shirt over his head, his cigarette held out carefully in his other hand. "I've got some... new attractions."

"Like who?" Roxas was intrigued. Xemnas sat on the bed beside Roxas and brought his face close to the boy's, his amber eyes glowing like his cigarette cherry.

"You know what I think?" he whispered, his breath still sweet despite the smoke.

"What?" Roxas whispered.

"I think you ask too many questions." Xemnas smiled, patting the side of Roxas's face like one would pat a dog. Roxas stood irritably and glanced out the window.

"Am I'm doing the right thing? Like... being into him when we've barely met?" he sounded a tad sickened with himself.

"Well that depends." Xemnas answered, slipping his feet into a pair of sandals. "You don't know him that well." he pointed out.

"I know but... he seems like a good person." Roxas argued.

"He is, but we all have our flaws." Xemnas said coldly. Roxas felt his stomach tighten at the words.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Ah..." Xemnas stared up at the ceiling, puffing lightly on his cigarette. "That's really not for me to say. Why don't you go ask his roommates about 'last night'?" his eyes were narrowed almost menacingly when they settled back on Roxas. Without a word, Roxas turned on his heels and sprinted down the stairs.

"Stupid boy..." Xemnas whispered sadly to himself.

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Hmmm...what on earth could that mean?

Ah, suspense.

Anyway... you like so far?