Warnings: Boylove, swearing, violence, mentions of anorexia, self harm, paedophilia, and of course, the horrible butchering of Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy characters.

Pairings: AkuRoku, Zemyx, XigDem, MeganxSeifer, some MarVex, possibly Cleon later on... what? I'm a fangirl, so sue me!

This is my first fanfic, so if you guys hate it... well, I don't blame you. Feel free to flame me, but just so you know, every time you flame a fanfiction, a chocobo dies...

Oh, and I don't own these characters, which is probably for the best, since I would do things to Axel that would... ANYWAY, on with the story!

Megan

Some idiot invited my older brother to play Strip Truth Or Dare.

Everyone in the world knows how shitty Demyx is when it comes to Truth Or Dare. He can't lie to save his life, and he refuses most things he's dared to do because, well, he lacks balls. (Figuratively speaking, of course.) So my guess is that whoever invited him to play wanted him naked, as quickly as possible. Probably some pathetic giggly teenage girls, or Zexion, who could be counted as a pathetic teenage girl (although not giggly in any way, shape or form.) I couldn't exactly explain that to Demyx, though, so I just followed him into the other room and kept an eye on him, and of course that involved playing Strip Truth Or Dare myself, along with Axel, Roxas, Larxene, Seifer, most of Demyx's fangirls, and inevitably Zexion. Maybe I could accidentally stab Zexion when no one was looking. I'm sure Xigbar would thank me.

"Oh, hey, Megan." I scowled at Seifer for half a moment before turning back towards Demyx, who'd picked up a can of beer.

"You can't drink that, Dem," I told him, swiping it from his hands and putting it back down on the table.

He blinked at me, his oceanic eyes widening. "Why not?"

"You're... allergic. Don't you remember when you were eleven, you had some of this and you came out in a horrible rash?" I lied fluidly, my eyes flicking to Roxas who was nodding like he'd been there at the time. Demyx seemed satisfied by this explanation and nodded, taking out his cellphone. I knew he had no credit left on it. I would have to help him top it up on Sunday night, since he still couldn't do it by himself. I love Dem to pieces, but sometimes I wish he could just become slightly more... seventeen years old. Jumping to his defence all the time, I could do. Calming him down when he was having a terrible day, I could do. Everyday tasks that most people figure out for themselves at the age of twelve? That one was wearing a little thin.

"Megan! Truth Or Dare?"

I considered this for a moment. Seifer, Roxas and Larxene were all focused on me. Nobody else really seemed to care. "Truth."

Seifer paused for a split second. "What's your greatest fear?"

Shit. Way to ask me something I really didn't know the answer to.

Still, I couldn't put myself at a disadvantage this early in the game, so I had to come up with something. "Probably losing the people I care about." I looked down at the mark on the back of my hand. I'd always had it. Naminé thinks it's from my childhood, before I can remember. She's probably right. "That, or losing control and... and hurting people... people I love."

There was a small silence, tentative to say the least, and then Larxene spoke too. "Me too... except there's only one person I really care about."

"Hey Demyx, Truth Or Dare?" asked one of the airheaded girls who'd been too busy drooling over him to notice my and Larxene's dual confession, or even the glare that Zexion was giving them all.

"Dare." I groaned inwardly and exchanged a pained look with Roxas.

"We dare you to..." They leaned into each other, all five of them practically thinking as one, and began whispering. "All right. We dare you to kiss Zexion."

"Cheek kissing or on the lips?" asked Demyx.

I sighed. "Are we all fucking eleven again or something? Did I miss some sort of retarded memo?" Seifer snickered. "And you can shut up, you cunt. Nobody likes that stupid beanie hat of yours."

I heard another male chuckle, possibly Axel, but I was too busy wondering why the fuck everyone else was so fucking stupid. Fuck.

At this point, Naminé would ask me whether my period was due any time soon, and Marluxia would tell me to take deep breaths and count to ten. Unfortunately, neither of them were here, so I just sat quietly and hated everyone.

I was dimly aware that Demyx had leaned over and pecked Zexion on the lips, and now all the fangirls were squeeing more than I had ever thought possible. Seriously, why did they even care? Why couldn't they see what a cunt Zexion was? Why was everyone so stupid?

"Roxas, Truth Or Dare?"

I looked over at Axel and Roxas. Axel had clearly had more than a little to drink and kept trying to grope Roxas, who didn't seem to hate it quite as much as he wanted to. Roxas had his head cocked to one side, weighing up his chances.

"I guess...Truth?"

There was a long silence as we all wondered what sadistic questions we could ask Roxas. And then it hit me.

"Roxas, how many girls have you ever liked in your life? And how many guys?"

His mouth hung open. Axel giggled – how much had he drunk? – and tried to rope an arm around Rox's waist, but got rejected again. Had the two of them had a fight or something? It sure as hell looked like it. Ah, well, that was healthy. They'd be all over each other before we went home, just you wait. I know my shit.

"Uh... I..." There was a painful pause. Then Roxas pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. We all knew what that meant. At this point, even Roxas had to know that he wasn't fooling anyone, and that in fact the only reason he kept up his little façade of being straight was because he wasn't ready to admit to himself that in fact, he was gay.

Axel probably didn't have a clue what was going on. He was so out of it by now, an empty beer bottle clutched in his right hand like it was all he had, that he was probably having trouble understanding plain English. He was staring at Roxas's abs – if you could call them that, I was more toned than that skinny bitch – with a scarily predatory look on his face that made me want to beat him to death with Seifer's stupid-ass beanie hat. Still, if I was going to put a fuckton of effort into making my brother look pretty, I was going to have to accept the consequences.

"Larxene, Truth Or Dare?"

"Dare." Larxene, I thought, you don't need to prove to us that you've got balls. We can tell just from the moustache.

There was a long silence as we tried to think what could possibly challenge Larxene. Then Roxas, probably pissed off at all of us for taking his shirt and forcing him to sidle closer to the exit of the closet, piped up. "Dare you to get a tattoo. Megan will do the honours, right, Megan?"

"I don't have my kit with me," I told him, spreading my hands out in the typical "Fuck off, I can't help you" gesture.

"Can it be a tattoo of anything?" Seifer asked, moving to one of his cupboards. If he started drinking I was going to insert my size 6 combat boot into his crotch with more force than is required to launch a Gummi ship. But actually, what he took out of the cupboard was worse than alcohol.

It was my bag.

"What the..." I took a step forwards. "That's my bag, you fuck-up!"

"I know what it is, Megan." I scowled at him. I didn't care that the fangirls were gossiping to each other. I didn't care that Demyx was looking at me like he was scared I was gonna commit homicide. I just wanted to commit some goddamn homicide. "You left it behind on Thursday when Zexion came into Physics and told you your brother had collapsed. You didn't come into school yesterday so I figured I'd keep it with me until I next saw you. It's pretty interesting, actually. Your notebook especially..."

"GIVE THAT BACK, YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT!" I screamed, launching myself at him and snatching the bag out of his hands. He couldn't have read my notebook... no decent person would read that... although you couldn't call Seifer a decent person. But still...

"Megan? Are you okay?" Demyx asked, crossing the room to put a hand on my arm and guide me back to where I had been standing before. "You seem really stressed out at the moment."

"You don't fucking say!" As soon as the words left my mouth I felt awful. It was so much easier to yell at Seifer or Roxas or Dad. Dem doesn't know how to argue back, and he takes everything you say to heart. I covered my face with my hands. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... ugh."

"It's okay, Megs." Sometimes I can't even be angry with Dem for getting my name wrong. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. "You gonna do Larxene a tattoo?"

I looked at her. She said nothing, just took off her jacket and draped it over the nearest chair. I couldn't tell whether it was a case of cutting me some slack or whether she really didn't want a tattoo. Either way, I was grateful. My hands were shaking, and the last thing I wanted to do was fuck up someone else's skin permanently. I'm not that bad.

"Axel, Truth Or Dare." I just wanted to keep the attention off me. The last thing I wanted was people pitying me.

"Uhh... I wan'... I wan' a Dare. A Dare 'bout Roxie." Roxas possibly took pity on him and his drunkenness, because he didn't hit Axel, just glared at him.

"Okay..." The fangirls pulled Larxene over, and to my surprise she didn't protest, and they began plotting against my little brother. I couldn't bring myself to object, nor to walk over and start meddling myself. Eventually they all withdrew. "We dare you to tell Roxas exactly what you think of him."

Oh dear lord of fuck. Alcohol, of course, tends to make people far more honest, and I doubt Axel would want to surrender his clothing so early on in the evening. I wondered whether Demyx would need temporary distraction for the next two minutes or so, but as it turned out, someone had already beaten me to it because he'd just taken his cellphone out and was talking to someone. I'll bet you anything that it was Xigbar.

"Roxie... you... you're so gorgeous an'... you're always in ma dreams an' I want to fuck you and marry you and ev'rythin', and I love your eyes and hair and abs and if I could just kiss you once I would be happy for the rest of my life. I... I wan' you..."

I cleared my throat. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear this, to be perfectly honest. This was my lickle brother, the same kid I had to tuck in every night for four years and whose sheets I had to wash when he was seven and wet the bed. I didn't need to know about Axel's wet dreams concerning him.

"Uhh... Axel, mate, I'm sorry, but..." I looked over at Demyx, who was muttering at high speed into his cellphone, smiling slightly. Yup, definitely Xigbar. Zexion wasn't all that happy, but he said nothing, which earned him exactly 0.001 brownie points in my book. "I don't... I don't think I..."

"Don' you tell me you're straight, you silly muffin." Okay, Axel was NEVER having alcohol EVER again. Calling a Roxas a "silly muffin" was basically suicide. "You ain't straight. You only ever had one girlfriend, and she don' count cuz you were both so young. You're gay, and you're a sexy li'l gay too. How 'bout we head upstairs?"

Roxas opened his mouth to start yelling at Axel. He didn't even form a whole word before Axel scooped him up, tossed him over his shoulder and took him out of the room, walking in a surprisingly straight line.

"Well, that was certainly... interesting," said Larxene, as Demyx hung up on Xigbar (because, let's face it, who the fuck else would it be?) and rejoined the rest of us on Planet Earth. It's so easy to distract that kid, but it comes in very handy on occasions such as this.

The game of Truth Or Dare went on, until all of the fangirls had got bored and left, I was down to just my bra and girl boxers (yes, I have those), Demyx was in just his T-shirt and underwear and the others were shirtless but not much else. I couldn't really afford to forfeit again.

"Megan, Truth Or Dare?" I had come to realise that Seifer was actually more ruthless than Larxene, and as such usually chose Truth. He's a creative asshole when it comes to Dares, I'll give him that.

"Truth, I guess," I shrugged. I knew I'd have to answer no matter what. The best I could do at the moment was ask open-ended questions that kept the others talking, just to buy myself time.

"Are you a virgin?" asked Zexion quietly. I noticed that he was holding hands with Demyx, who was reading a text that was almost certainly from Xigbar. That right there was a love triangle if ever I saw it.

I paused. Okay, just keep cool here. "No, I'm not." I sipped the beer I'd taken from Seifer ten minutes ago, determined not to let him drink under my watch. It wasn't that I cared about his welfare or any shit like that, but I'm a fairly good person and watching him fuck his own liver over was not pleasing to me.

Everyone gasped, even Seifer, because no, he was not the person I lost it to. In fact, we'd never got that far, or even close, and I for one didn't intend to.

"Megan, what is a virgin?" Dem asked me, his eyes all wide again. I was not explaining that to him. Roxas could. It was sort of a guy thing, right?

"It's a starsign. You know, the one that comes after Leo?" Demyx nodded, perfectly satisfied by this incredibly flawed explanation. See what I mean? He just doesn't care enough about everyone else to think things through. Not in the sense that he's a horrible self-centred person, but in the sense that he's in his own little world and he completely lacks the ability to see into other people's heads.

"Seifer, Truth Or Dare?" Larxene smiled evilly at him. I almost got the feeling that she was on my side here.

"Dare," he said, tipping back his apple juice. Yes, apple juice. It was the only thing available for him to drink that didn't contain any alcohol.

"Dare you to kiss Megan and escape with your life," smirked Demyx, putting his phone away. Zexion's face cleared up a little at that. Clearly he was not the biggest fan of what Naminé fondly called "XigDem". Why is was necessary for them to have a couple name I will never know.

But there were more pressing matters at hand than Naminé's teenage girlishness. For instance, there was the fact that Seifer had been offered a choice between removing his trousers and kissing me. I wanted neither of these things to happen.

"That's not so much a Dare as what I've been trying to do since the day I met her." I glared at all of them, but especially him, the enormous blonde fuck-up. Why was he so fucking annoying? Why was everyone so annoying?

"Okay. While Seifer makes this life-changing... or possibly life-ending... decision, Zexion, Truth Or Dare?" Larxene twiddled with her thumbnails for no real reason. She seemed slightly more tame this evening than she normally did, although to be honest I never really considered her a threat.

"Truth." Everyone seemed to be veering towards Truths now, probably because Seifer appears to be slightly messed up in the head when it came to forcing people to do things. There was a reason I was only in my underwear.

"How many people have you kissed, and who were they?"

Seifer was looking at me like he was trying to figure out how murderous I felt that particular evening. The answer was very, very, very murderous. In fact, if I didn't need to keep an eye on Demyx, I would be somewhere else. True, Axel and Roxas were doing fuck-knows-what in another room, but I trusted Roxas to make good decisions for himself. Demyx, not so much, particularly in the company of Zexion, whose fingers were still laced through Dem's.

"Two." Oh, right, they were still playing Truth Or Stupid-ass Dare. "Neku Sakuraba, the one who graduated last year, and... Demyx."

Wait.

WHAT?

"You... you and Demyx have kissed?" For some reason I was extraordinarily pissed off by this, but it wasn't me talking to Zexion. It was Seifer. "Erm... d'you really think that that's cool?"

"What's that meant to mean?" demanded Zexion, putting an arm around Demyx's waist. Dem himself was starting to look pretty rough. If he had a bad day tomorrow I was placing all the blame on Zexion. I don't give a shit if it's Seifer's party, Dem probably only came to see Zexion, Zexion had kissed him, and now... for some reason... Seifer seemed to be on my side.

"Demyx," said Seifer slowly, his eyes darting to me, standing in my underwear and completely immobilised by rage, "did you want to kiss Zexion?"

I kind of expected a hesitant yes, or for Demyx to refuse to answer. I didn't expect for him to pull himself away from Zexion and say, "Well, maybe... maybe just not... not yet. Not now."

I think I missed the memo about everyone suddenly turning insane, because Demyx was acting like he had both a spine and a brain, at the same time for a change, and Seifer actually came across as a decent person. Just when I thought everyone's personalities couldn't be more fucked up, Zexion spoke too.

"You know, Seifer, I think this is between Demyx and I." Okay, that part was fairly usual for Zexion. "You just want Megan to think you give a shit about her brother, because you're obsessed with her."

Zexion, making an astute observation? Was everyone on drugs?

I took a deep breath. "I think I'm gonna put my clothes back on and leave. You wanna come with me, Dem? We can grab Roxas and go home if you want..." and then talk about the little prick that somehow managed to trick you into kissing him before you wanted to. "Or you can stay if you really want to."

Demyx bit his lip, his eyes flicking from me to Seifer to Larxene and finally to Zexion. "Look... Zexy... I... we're only seventeen, right? But I've been told..." He half-laughed. "I've been told I'm about twelve mentally. And... I'm really confused at the moment..."

Xigbar.

That's the only reason he's having doubts about Zexion.

It's because of Xigbar.

"Okay." Zexion forced a smile. "Tell you what. We'll stay friends, and if you ever want a boyfriend, let me know." Yeah, he'll let you know, when he invites you to his wedding with Xigbar. You manipulative cunt, I thought, watching how he pouted and took a step away from my brother. "Okay?"

"Yeah." Seifer gave me a look like You buying this bullshit? To which I non-verbally replied Ugh, is anyone except Demyx buying this bullshit? It was weird because I knew that Seifer didn't care about Demyx, but it was nice to pretend. "Megan, should we go track Roxas down?"

I nodded. I had a horrible feeling that I knew where I would find him, and it would involve a conversation with Axel, which isn't a fun thing on any occasion.

"C'mon."

Roxas

Yes, we did end up in one of the spare rooms, one with a lock on the door.

Yes, Megan did put condoms in my pocket without asking me first.

Yes, I was completely freaking out.

"A-Axel, for the love of fuck, I'm straight," I insisted as he locked the door behind us. Shit. I was trapped.

"And I'm drunk," he told me, turning away from the door and grinning. "If anyone asks, I was off my face with beer, and you were trying to keep me from hurting myself. Okay?"

"Wait..." I took a step towards him, looking him dead in the eye. "You're... you're sober? You were only pretending to be fucking drunk, you cunt!"

He chuckled. "Gotta keep your reputation intact somehow, haven't we?" He pulled me towards him, his warm hands spread across my waist.

"A-Axel... Axel, don't..." He just grinned at me, reaching up to brush some of my hair out my face. I was gonna kill Megan and Naminé. It was all their fault. "Axel..."

"Yeah, you just keep saying my name in that pretty little voice of yours," he whispered, leaning down. His lips brushed my cheek. Fuck.

"Axel..." Okay, maybe I should stop saying that. "I'm not gay."

His hand slipped into my pocket and pulled out the little white bottle Megan and her horrifically interfering best friend had felt necessary to deposit there. "Then would you care to explain why you brought this with you tonight?"

I felt myself go pink. Okay, being caught with lube in your pocket is sort of bad. "Uh... well, you see, Megan and Naminé..."

"Oh, so it's like that, is it?" Axel had this really sexy grin where the right corner of his mouth went up further than the left and... no, no, no! What the fuck was wrong with me? "You got all pretty and then you got scared, so now you're going to blame your older sister. Why are you so terrified of me, Roxie?" I scowled at him, but I couldn't find in within me to punch him. "I don't think you realise just how adorable you look when you scowl like that." He ran a finger along my jawline and I shuddered in spite of myself. "Oh, was that a shudder? Is my little Roxie cold? I can fix that if you want..."

I couldn't make my brain start working again. I just knew that I was going to either end up being a douche towards Axel, or succumbing to him. Oh, fuck, maybe I wanted to think of some word other than "succumb". It sounded like something from a gay Twilight fanfiction... not that I read the one Naminé emailed to me... ahaha...

"Axel, I don't want..." Axel's hands started playing with the waistband of my trousers. "Axel..."

"Are you doing that on purpose?" he smirked, his lips hovering far too close to mine. "You know, every time you say my name like that means another time I will dominate you –"

"Shut up!" I couldn't inject any anger into it. "I'm straight, okay?"

Axel leaned down and, at risk of death, he kissed me.

It was... it was astonishing. I mean, for a straight guy, I really enjoyed kissing another guy. Platonically, of course, and let's carry on pretending that Axel was drunk. It was easier to tell myself that there was literally no significance in everything that was happening to me this evening. That included my heart speeding up and Axel's tongue wending its way into my mouth, and the growing problem that all excited teenage boys experience, made worse by the far-too-tight jeans that I think actually belonged to my sister rather than myself.

I jerked my head back suddenly when I realised I was enjoying myself a whole lot more than when I'd kissed Olette during the week we dated. Axel was gazing at me like he wanted to keep me in this room forever and ever. Which maybe he did.

"Axel, will you get it into your fucking head that I'm straight!" I snapped. He scowled for the first time since I'd known him and for a second I was worried. Then I remembered the girl I'd grown up with. I could deal with a scowl or two.

"Roxas, for fuck's sake, look at yourself. You just made out with me, and last time I checked, I was a guy. You've never been interested in a girl –"

"Yuffie –"

"Yuffie saved your life, I've heard," Axel interrupted. "That's not a crush, that's you being really grateful. Everyone thinks you're gay and nobody gives a shit."

"Hayner does," I spat before I could stop myself.

Axel softened a little and cupped my chin. "What did Hayner say?" I was silent. "Roxas, what did Hayner say to you?"

"He said I shouldn't hang out with you because people are suspecting things and that the only reason nobody is homophobic to Demyx is because he's a retard and I threw a chair at him and I think I broke his nose and two of his fingers..." I took a deep breath, "and then he sent Demyx to tell me he was sorry which is so not cool because Demyx wanted to know what Hayner was sorry for and I can't lie to Demyx so I just told him I'd tell him tomorrow, and I just realised I'm friends with a jackass, a spineless pudgy albino carrot, and the girl who's dated everything that breathes!"

There was a long silence. "...Did you just call Pence a spineless pudgy albino carrot?"

I covered my face with my hands. "His hair is spiky, like the top of a carrot, but since he's white then he's an albino carrot. You get it?"

Axel chuckled and put an arm around my shoulders. "Don't you worry your sexy little self, Roxas. I'll fix things up between you and your friends. C'mon, let's see that perfect smile of yours."

I shook my head, leaning into Axel. Okay, I could kind of see why he'd been pissed a minute ago. I was sort of leading him on.

Except...

It wasn't leading him on... if...

If I liked him back.

"Come on, Roxie, cheer up." He was upset that I was upset. Aww. "Are you ticklish?"

Suddenly I felt long, slender fingers digging into my sides. I squeaked, squirming in Axel's grip. Yes, I was ticklish. Megan was too, but last time someone tried tickling her, they lost two teeth.

"Aww, my little Roxie is ticklish!" He stopped – thank fuck – and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my backwards so my back was flush with his chest. "I'll have to... bear that one in mind..."

And now we were back to the whole ear-nibbling thing he seemed to really enjoy.

"Axel."

"Mmm..." He sounded pretty damn happy. I tried to forget what he'd said about every time I said his name.

"If... if I, hypothetically, told you that I had a crush on you... hypothetically... would you be my... boyfriend?"

Oh my fucking God, did I just ask someone to be my boyfriend?

"Hm..." He moved away from my ear and started sucking on my neck. He was torturing me and of course he knew it. "I'm not really into the whole relationship thing, Roxas."

"Oh." Fuck. I just asked a guy to be my boyfriend and I got turned down. Today was officially shitty. "Okay. No big deal."

"Why would you want to date me, anyway?" I could feel myself slowly sliding into slight depression. "What d'you like about me, Roxie?"

He was winding me up now. I was probably going to end up killing him. "You have really pretty eyes. They remind me of Olette. Now will you let me go?" I was officially being a cunt. Oh, well.

He chuckled. "You know, Roxas, I'm not really into the relationship thing... but if it keeps you away from bitches like Olette, I may just have to be your boyfriend, just so no one else can have you."

That... dick.

"You were gonna say yes all along, weren't you, you cunt?" I demanded, trying to pry his arms away from my waist. "You're such a dick!"

"Aww, was lickle Roxie really silly enough to believe that his Axie wasn't gonna love him forever and ever?" He tightened his grip around my waist. Fuck, I was gonna kill him. "Oh, and if you ever call me Axie in front of anyone else, you will be punished."

I opened my mouth, realised the implications of being "punished" by Axel, and relaxed in his arms. "So... are we gonna, like... tell people?" I asked.

He sighed. "You really don't want your sister to be proven right, do you?"

I smiled and looked down at my feet. "I don't mind, to be honest. Last thing I want is for you to be flirting with people because no one knows you're taken."

There was a pounding on the door. "Roxas? You in there? Roxas?"

Axel chuckled. "Looks like Meggy's found us. Are you telling her or should I?"

The idea of Axel breaking news to anyone, especially my sister, made me shudder. I crossed the room and unlocked the door, opening it to find a slightly triumphant-looking Megan and a very subdued Demyx awaiting me. Axel sauntered up behind me and threw his arms around my neck. He smelt gorgeous. I wanted to remember that smell for the rest of my life.

"You ready to go home?" Megan had a firm hold on Demyx's hand. He was probably going to have a really shitty day tomorrow.

"Yeah. Um... Megan..." How do you tell your older sister that she was right about everything ever?

Axel did it for me. "Roxas and I are together now. You mad?"

"You gonna do the face or do I have to cope with ineffective trolling?" she quipped, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She was a few inches shorter than Axel, but they were probably matched in terms of strength. Of course, Megan could psychically set fire to candles, but there again, she was convinced that Axel could control fire too, so... Perhaps the best thing would just be not to let them fight each other, ever.

"Okay, okay, I'm going home now." I extricated myself from Axel's grip, darting over to Megan before my boyfriend could put his arms around me again. I didn't really object to it, but it made going to places kind of difficult.

"See you later, Roxie!" he called after me. Instead of harming him severely, as was my first impulse, I turned and gave him a peppy little wave.

"Bye, Axie!" I half-sung, before falling into step with my siblings. Who cared what tomorrow had in store for me? Today was officially brilliant.

I had a boyfriend.

I also had a nearly uncontrollable urge to squee, but that could be taken care of once I was safely in my room.

xxx

That chapter felt horrifically long. And not even that good.

It kinda looks like I'm gonna have to write a sequel. I'm scared that you guys will hate me forever otherwise. So I've started planning it, and you lot will probably be compelled by your consciences to read it. You poor unfortunate souls. That is not to say, however, that this fic is nearly done. Oh, no. Not by a long shot.

If you guys like my writing, because you think it's funny or whatever, you might wanna go check out "A million munny" and "Organization XIII Discovers Coffee", written by moi for all you lovelies. Oh, and if anyone can guess why Pence was referred to as an albino carrot, you will win my internet heart forever.

...I can't believe I'm whoring out my own fanfiction. That is a whole new level of sad.

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