Description: Sora and Roxas- Coke-head rock star brothers who are on top of the world. Kairi and Naminé- 2 hooker sisters all the way on the bottom Selphie and Yuffie- 2 stalker fan-girls who happen to know everything about Sora and Roxas. T for strong substance abuse and sexual references.

Note: this has heavy reference to drugs, sex, etc. I don't however, do drugs or recommend the use of them. I feel they just make the story more interesting. Also, I don't own anything mentioned besides the storyline. But, that's quite obvious. And, Yes, 2 hookers and an 8-ball is the name of an MSI song, and I did get some inspiration from the book/movie Party Monster and Gerard Way's life and success. Review, and all that jazz.

For the record, I don't own the Sun and The Moon by Mae, which is the song Sora shows everyone incase you're interested in taking a listen. I also don't feel that I need to state that in this story, all songs belong to Catatonia and the bands I took the songs from never wrote them. Whether the bands exist in the story is completely up to your imagination. And yes, this chapter is named after a song from Party Monster.

Enjoi.


A puffy eyed Naminé slipped out of the sleeping Roxas' arms. She had long since gotten it out of her system and cried, yet her eyes were still raw. Actually, she felt sort of happy. Roxas was an amazing friend, and an even more amazing kisser. He made her feel safe, he made her feel whole. She grabbed her purse and put on the darkest shade of lipstick the bag held. At 10 in the morning, mind you. After writing a short note, she planted a kiss next to her signature, and left it on his night table. Then she went to go fetch Kairi, who was probably already raiding the fridge with her never-ending appetite and high metabolism. The note consisted of a few short sentences that went along the lines of:

Dearest,

Thank you for comforting me when I needed it most. It meant the world to me. I'm feeling much better now, after waking up all warm in your arms. You're a great friend. Or "bestie" as you like to say.

Love Always,

-Naminé

It was what started Roxas' day off a good 3 hours later. Knowing that Naminé felt better, which was all he cared about. The blonde male read the note a few more times before getting up from the bed. Ah, the rich life, staying in bed all day with no worries. That was, until Marluxia busted into his room. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty." He said happily. "I've been sent to get you to band practice in the studio. You need to rehearse if you want the Japan tour to go well. And I have two friends over. One is a pyrotechnics specialist and a designer all in one. He'll be designing the official tour stage. Complete with pyrotechnics. The other is a pilot. Whatever you do, don't stare at the scar on his face."

"Pilot? What are we going to do with a pilot?"

Marluxia flashed him a smile as they exited Roxas' room. "I've yet to discuss that to even the rest of the band. It's a surprise I think you're all really going to enjoy."

Down the winding hall and into a door on the left, and they were at the studio. It was the most used room throughout the past 4 years. In the room stood everyone, including Lexaeus, their body guard, conversing over boxes of Pizza Hut and bottles of Coke. Riku sat behind his drum set chugging a whole 2 liter bottle of soda, and everyone else stood in their spots with their instruments, all while eating pizza. However, there were two men sitting in chairs next to Marluxias huge leather chair, which he had not met before. He figured it was the pyro-tech and the pilot.

"Sai, Xally, This is Roxas. Roxas, this is Saïx and Xaldin." Roxas could tell the difference between the two. After all, Marluxia had said Saïx was the one with the scar. "Now boys, we're all here because we need to plan the Japan tour, obviously. And I know you're all anticipating knowing what your new surprise is. So, I'd like Saïx to explain, since he has more to do with it than I. Saïx, they're all yours." Marluxia said and took a seat.

A voice deeper than Roxas had imagined it would be, spoke. "Hi, obviously my name is Saïx. I'm a pilot, I used to train to be an astronaut, but NASA decided I wasn't cut out for the job. Bastards." He said in a low whisper. "Anyway, I could have gone to the moon, but that's behind me now. So, I stand here today to tell you that I am not only a huge fan, but also your new pilot on the private, personal jet Marluxia has bought for you." The boys faces lit up and each of them thanked Marluxia about 3 times each.

Then, the hairy man stood up. "And as you all know, I'm Xaldin. And I'll be planning all the decorations and pyrotechnics for the tour. Roxas, I hear through the grapevine that a close friend of yours can draw really well, maybe I could blend some of his ideas with mine?"

The man was talking about Naminé. "I'll have to talk to her." He said putting emphasis on the last word. Roxas was poked on the shoulder from behind. It was Sora, holding Roxas' favourite white and black Gibson Les Paul out to him by the neck. "Thanks." Roxas said, while digging the pick out of his jeans that he had now been wearing for 4 days. As he placed the strap around his slender body, Sora plugged in the guitar for him, before walking over to his mic.

Sora talked in. "Testing volume 1-2-3. Sounds good Marluxia. So what are we doing, are we rehearsing the songs or coming up with a routine performance?"

Marluxia shrugged. "If we don't come up with a routine now, we never will. Might as well get it done since Xaldin is here."

Sora shrugged and went up to his keyboard. "I want to show you guys something I've been working on for the past month. I have it just about right. Maybe we could work on it together and then include it in our performances."

"You mean like a taste of a new CD?" Riku asked from behind his drums.

Sora nodded and turned the keyboard. The song started out with a sweet, melodic piano intro. Soon to be followed up by Sora's sweet; yet sour when needed, voice.

Wasted time

I can not say that

I was ready for this

But when worlds collide

And all that I have

Is all that I want

The words seem to flow

And the thoughts

They keep running.

And all that I have is yours

All that I am is yours

Painted skies

I've seen so many

That cannot compare

To your ocean eyes

The pictures you took

That cover your room

And it was just like the Sun

But more like the Moon

A light that can't

Reach at all

So now I'm branded

For taking the fall

So when you say forever

Can't you see?

You've already captured me

Granted, it was a long song. But it was beautiful and very clear who the song was about, but nobody dared to say anything.

"I think we could definitely work with that." Demyx said. "Not bad at all."

The rest of the room nodded in agreement. Including Saïx and Xaldin. Marluxia stood up. "It was beautiful Sora. I'm thinking an encore song or a last song before the encore?" He suggested.

Sora nodded. "We'll see how things go today."


Brunch was eaten by the sisters at a diner, a couple of blocks away from the infamous building. Naminé stirred the sugar and cream in her coffee until it was almost white as Kairi devoured a cheese omelet.

Neither had spoken a word about last night. Both had an idea of what the others night entailed, but hadn't said a word since Kairi suggested a brunch at the diner. In between a sip of coffee, Naminé broke the ice. "So how was your night? If it was anything like mine, I'm happy for you."

Kairi leaned forward. "Do tell."

"Roxas is just amazing. He really is, Kai. He listens to me and makes me feel so much better about everything, if that's at all possible. He's so much more than a pretty face on a magazine. They all are. Plus, he's a great kisser." Naminé squealed.

"So is Sora." Kairi said, blushing. Naminé's jaw flew open in a shocked semi-grin. She hit her sister from across the table playfully, causing Kairi to nearly choke on her omelet. "Ow, what was that for?"

"Naughty naughty. Tsk Tsk." Naminé said as she waved her index finger from side to side. They shared a short laugh, until Naminé asked, "Any good?"

"Amazing." Kairi answered deviously.

"I guess besides looks, that's another thing Sora and Roxas share." All of a sudden, Naminé got a depressed look on her face. "They got kicked out, just like us. Roxas told me."

"Sora told me too."

"Did he also tell you that they're going to try really hard to talk to Marluxia again?"

Kairi nodded in response. "Like that's gonna happen. As nice as Marluxia can be at times, I get the feeling he doesn't want us around. Or that he doesn't want us to be friends with the boys."

Naminé bit her lip. "Well, who could blame him, Kai? I'm sure we aren't exactly the best thing for image. It was nice enough of Marluxia to let us go to the taping and to dinner. That's the first time we've ever been out with them, now that I think about it. And we didn't even go anywhere that people would see us. People being paparazzi and fans, of course."

"Do you think the boys even want us around?"

"Do you think they would have kissed us and opened up to us if they didn't?"

"I guess not. I guess Marluxia just looks out for them a lot."

"That's where you're wrong Kairi. If he really looked out for them, they wouldn't be addicted to coke. Marluxia only cares about image, his image."

"But he isn't even in the band."

"Think of it this way, if he's the manager of the world's most famous band; he's going to look successful. That's the only reason he keeps them around, so he can use them to look good."

"He still calls the shots though." Kairi paused. "Do you think the boys have ever thought about this?"

"Probably not. If they did, they could leave him and still have so much going for them."

"All their money is most likely in Marluxia's bank account. That's why it's Marluxia who buys everything for them. It's Marluxia who takes them shopping. It's Marluxia who gives them money when they need it to go out."

"Sora told you this?"

"Yes, when we were discussing so many different things last night. This happened to be one of them. It's personal, sure, but we can tell each other anything. I'm sure of it. He asked where our money went. Not phrased like that, of course. But he asked how we sorted our legal papers and accounts out after being kicked out. I told him how since we were smart enough to bring our birth certificates and social security cards, Leon got us a lawyer when we first started to live there, who took care of it. Then I told him how all the money goes to Leon, and how we each get an envelope of cash based on our intake every two weeks."

"Right." Said Naminé and took a long sip of her drink, still listening intently.

"So, naturally I asked him the same thing. He told me that when they were kicked out, they were so flustered that they forgot all of that. So they wound up making Marluxia go back to their house with them and with Marluxia's lawyer, demanding the papers since he would be their new guardian. At first, their mom wouldn't give, but the lawyer started rambling about some legal stuff that made her give in. She even invited them in for some coffee, which Sora said was funny as hell, how she acted. So then Marluxia's lawyer sorted the things out, and when they became of age, they were their own guardians."

"Didn't Marluxia put them in the band the first day they came to him."

Kairi nodded. "Marluxia has had it planned out the whole time. Possibly even before they were kicked out. It's Marluxia's fault that Roxas started the drugs, which as sure as hell would get them kicked out of the house. Marluxia knew they would if his mother found it because Roxas always complained to him about what a hardass she was."

"It all fits together. So, you're saying Sora blames Marluxia for his addiction?"

"No, he mostly blames Roxas and himself. Roxas because he should have known better than to get involved with Marluxia. And himself, because he should have known better than to be so curious about it. He said he figured that if it was good enough to get kicked out of your own house for, then it must be really good. But he was wrong. It had nothing to do with being good, Roxas was addicted to it. So a life without it would have been more impossible than a life without a house."

Naminé frowned. "They need help."

(you haven't seen anything blondie.)


The entirely white bathroom killed his eyes. It also made his eyes seem more engulfed in dark circles than usual, and his skin whiter. His afternoon sky eyes stared into the mirror at himself. He was a mess. Practice had been a nothing but a headache after the first half hour. It was somewhere in between thinking up an official tour set list, and trying to decide what special effects would go where, that the pain first started. The much needed dismissal from being in the studio for almost 4 hours took place not even 5 minutes ago. Xaldin and Saïx were undoubtedly being held captive in the kitchen for some coffee or tea. And the rest of the guys were most likely sleeping, smoking, or playing a video game of some sort.

Never taking his eyes off of his reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror, Sora reached into his pocket and took out the small bag. He flicked it a few times and finally ended the staring contest with himself by carefully spilling its white contents onto the countertop next to the sink. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the razorblade to even out a few lines. He no longer needed any aid, such as a dollar bill, to get it into his nose. He bent down, allowing his nose to consume all three lines. Before long, he was on top of the world. Really, he was just lying down on the bright white bathroom floor, giggling and cackling like a maniac.


High there! I am SO SORRY this took so long. School has taken it's toll on me. Plus, I started a chapter, and then realized I didn't want it to happen until much later in the story. I've said it's going to be a long one, and I'd never lie to you lovely folks. I do have a new story in mind. However, I have no plans on starting it until this is over and done with. I have the basic plot written down, so I won't forget. I think you'll like it. I also have ideas for two endings to this story. As in I'm going to post both. Kind of like a DVD special feature. But ideas are never etched in stone. To my lovely reviewers, I'm making more of an effort to respond to you since I love you guys so much. Please keep up the reviewing, thanks.