After pulling off the three boxes from the back of Axel's truck and shutting it. Roxas waved the redhead goodbye. He didn't have him drive the entire way there since it would reveal that Axel wouldn't be allowed in the town. Those who did live there already had ways into the town itself but he was never told how they got let in. The blond assumed they had some special permission that let them come and go as they please if they chose too. Either way, he knew Axel wouldn't be allowed in. So now here he stood in the middle of the night with three boxes he shrunk down to fit into his pocket with a tap from his grandfather's old staff. It didn't have a lot of juice left. Only a few simple spells could be used with it. After letting the staff fade out of sight, Roxas walks through the barrier with ease into a dimly lit town.

Arrived in Town

Chapter 2

The magic pulsating from the town almost overwhelmed his senses.A mix of Sorcerer, Witch, Wizard and something else. It felt off but still ever present. It wasn't coming from within the town though. It pulsated from the woods around him. Even looking towards a patch next to him had the same magic. As he got further in town, the blond got a sense of only two magic sources fighting against one another. The Wizard and Witch magic wasn't mixing well. It felt as if the tension between the magics was being caused by human forces. Even if his magic wasn't as strong as the current magic around him. It still let him sense this disturbance. He heads closer to a building with the sign for rent. A couple of giggles have him look to the right and see a pair of women. A young but clearly 50 year old woman with long chocolate brown hair and green eyes was walking in black high heels and a bright pink and black dress. A black and pink polka dotted umbrella at her side. The other was a 30 year old, small, short black haired woman with blue eyes. Black jeans and shoes with a white shirt and black vest on.

"Such a cutie," The oldest one cooed, getting close enough to lean into his face. "What brings you to our humble abode~?"

Roxas stares at the two.

"I bet he is the new arrival for those wizard folk. They are getting desperate." The woman walks around to his back. "But what a weak power source they called in. It isn't even melded with him right."

"We can help you find what your real magic should be. It wouldn't cost much." Aerith leans herself closer, the dress leaving her girls visible to his eye level. "I could think of a...few ways you could pay us back."

"Ma'am, I am sure you have an ulterior motive and while I am flattered you want to help me out. I don't want your help." Roxas tells her. "Not if it comes at the price of what I believe you are assuming."

"I bet you are just saying that out of fear. It's okay. It won't hurt." The other puts her hands on his shoulders and leans forward.

Her head resting on his right shoulder.

"You would enjoy it, I promise~" She cooed, lowering a hand slowly.

The blond pushed her off, "look, I am not interested in either of you or what you have to offer. Let alone what is beneath your clothes. Now back off." He says, looking for any source of help.

"We just want to help. It isn't a big payment." Aerith put on a hurt expression but Roxas knew it was fake.

"Well, what do we have here?" A voice had both turn and the blond look between them to see a male brunet with crossed arms. "A couple old fogeys looking for a good time. What's wrong? Riku's sausage not enough to satisfy your demons?"

"Excuse me!" The oldest woman growls. "I will have you know that this is our town. You have…" The laugh the brunet let out cuts her off.

"Oh honey, I don't need permission to enter public territory. You and that..stupid clan battle over the town doesn't mean anything to me." He uncrossed his arms but one went into his pocket with the other at his side. "Besides, we both know that the true owner of this town is. Us all living here simply means we are allowed by the grace of nature herself. Something she can easily take away."

"Says you...begone and leave us be."

"And miss out on two old cougars torture this young man? Tch, as if I would leave him to you two. It's clear the equipment you two have aren't impressing him. Hate to say it ladies…" He gives both a dark smile, "but you can't charm your way into his mind that easily."

The comment has both growl. Leaving like two children being told they were grounded. Soon enough, he is now the sole focus on the brunet standing in front of him. The dark vibe gone and a more pleasant, flirtatious smile on his savior's face.

"Sorry about the hags cutie. Didn't think we would be getting anyone new here.." The brunet got closer and walked around him. "You are quite the looker though. I can see why they would have spotted you out among the old fogs here."

"Uh...th..thanks." Roxas felt his cheeks turn red and spots the man smirking at him. "I mean..for the save from those two. Honestly thought I was done for."

"No worries darling. I was on my way into town to shop for myself. Nice to see a new face, especially one as cute as yours here." He then sees the smirk fade and a worried look in its place. "Oh, I have been rude. What's your name?"

"Roxas and my last name is Owen."

The brunet suddenly lost any interest in him, "I just remembered, I have to go." He said, turning and walking away.

"Wait, I didn't get your name." Roxas yells, watching him leave.

"It isn't important." He hears and then sees a thick fog cloud his vision for a moment before dissipating.

When it cleared, no one was there and he was left to knock on the door and wait.

Sora found himself in the woods, back against a tree with the town behind it. That..was Roxas. The Roxas he had been talking to in the Smoke Channels. The one who always talked to him and the one who managed to get a soft spot around his usually sharp mind. Here the blond now was, a permanent resident among them. The last thing this town needed was another person caught up in this stupid clan war going on. Seeing as Roxas is a wizard, that meant they called for help to win the stupid clan war. His chameleon chose now of all times to speak up. Choosing to no longer blend into his shirt.

'You'll have to talk with him at some point. I know you love him. Why else do you endure him so much?' The lizard says.

"I do not like him. You...shut up." Sora mutters, crossing his arms. "What do you know?"

'I am your medium. I know how you feel, how you think.'

"When I hate you?" Sora looks at the lizard on his shoulder.

'You'll have to face him at some point. You can't ignore him.'

"I can." He stares at the lizard. "He can't know I am here."