-Chapter 12: Sunday Morning-

I yawn, turning over and sighing. My blonde hair flops in front of my face, causing me to swipe it away in annoyance. Another strand falls, and I try to bat that one away as well…but it's ever determined to ruin my morning, falling in front of my face multiple times.

"Uh…" I moan.

"Hmm…what is it?" a muffled voice says beside me.

I yelp, practically jumping five feet into the air.

I notice, for the first time that I'm in a bed…naked…with someone. Oh my god. What if I had a one night stand? What if I slept with someone I don't even know! What if we were both drunk and now I'm pregnant with his child and am going to die from parent hood!

'Okay Namine…calm down. Just see who it is…in fact, this is probably a nightmare. You'll see who it is and then you'll scream and then you'll wake up; NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.'

I turn around slightly, for I've been gazing at the wall in the hopes that this will all fade away and I'll wake up; but it's clear that that isn't going to happen.

The person I see beside me shocks and awes me.

There's Roxas, his hands behind his head, his eyes gazing up at me, with the cutest expression on his face. His big blue eyes meet my own, and my smile beats his in size.

A feeble, small part of my mind registers that Roxas has a very, very nice body…OKAY a BIG part of my mind acknowledges that fact. But still.

He has a very nice body indeed, especially his…WOAH Namine! Keep your head out of the gutter!

"Roxas…" I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Did…is the party over?"

"Yeah. Everyone left at, like, one. I was two tired to kick em' out."

At one? It was seven O'clock now. That meant that Roxas had been awake for at least six hours. Which means that he let me sleep, in his bed, NAKED.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" there's a little bit of an edge to my voice.

"I…didn't have the heart to wake you…you're really beautiful when you're asleep by the way."

"Oh…" I blush, "you think I'm…beautiful."

"I do."

I don't know why it means so much for him to say that to me now. After all…he has said it before. Don't get me wrong, it meant a lot before…but it means even MORE now. Maybe it's the fact that he saw me naked…maybe it's because I've finally found "The One" and He's finally found ME.

Or maybe it's because, that amongst all the chaos, all of the carnage that is our friends lives at the moment…he still loves me.

Before he can say another word, I plant countless kisses on his lips, he moans with pleasure.

As he slowly readies himself to do it with me again, the only words that are in my head…the only thoughts that I can even CONSIDER processing are this; I love you. Over and over, forever and ever they echo and they bounce through my mind.

And I DO love him; with all my heart and soul I LOVE him!

-Sakura-

"Oh…my head."

"SHH…It's okay," Riku soothes me, placing a wet wash cloth on my forehead. He kindly drove me back to Namine's house, and TOOK CARE OF ME. Oh my god, having a servant; most awesome thing EVER.

"R-riku," I moan, holding my head, which is pounding (DAMN HANG OVER!), "I'm…really…glad that you took care of me," I tell him. I try to keep my voice as steady as possible.

"You're welcome," he smiles, his pale shiny white teeth showing. "So, Hips Don't Lie…I didn't think you were the 'Shakira' type."

"Oh, my god Riku," I give him my best death glare; "I do not like Shakira!"

"Looks to me like you do," he laughs.

"I DO NOT!"

"Okay, okay, calm down," he smiles some more. "You have a nice singing voice."

"Why thank you," I murmur with gritted teeth.

He only grins that infuriatingly cute grin.

I sigh, sipping a bit more of my chicken noodle soup. Well, at least I have a good boyfriend to take care of me in my time of need. Even IF he can be annoying sometimes…but then again, he can make annoying look cute.

GOD Sakura, what's up with you? You are getting WAY too attached here. You two are going to end up breaking up soon, when he realizes how two faced you are, and how your emotions and enchantments drive you to do crazy things.

I love him, which is why I care so much. If I get too attached, it will only be harder to say goodbye.

As I watch his glimmering smile, all I can do is laugh. Our relationship will end, there's no denying it…but it's the now that counts. We have to stay strong in the present, so that we can be prepared for the future. We can't drown in the oceans of our fears…all we can do is float.

-Axel-

I hate the post party boredom!

After all of the fun from yesterday, I'm stuck in my huge-ass-mansion, burning newspapers to pass my time. NEWSPAPERS! I mean if you're going to burn something, burn something stylish!

I sigh, examining the nails on my left hand, while throwing a news paper ball into the fire with the other.

SO BORED!

'You could be saving Larxene right now…' my mind reminds me.

'And you could shut the fuck up!'

-Sora-

My house is so quiet…my parents are at work, because they don't get any relaxation on Sundays. Maybe I should get a job…then I wouldn't be so bored…and I wouldn't be able to think about Kairi.

Or Riku.

I shiver at the name, knowing that somehow, and in someway, he's the cause of my problems; all of them. Ever since he came back…everything just seams to be falling apart.

What's happening to me? I'm supposed to be happy, to shrug everything off with a smile. Riku was the cool one, Kairi was the sweet one, and I was the happy one. What happened to all that? Riku is being a problem-causer and Kairi isn't so sweet anymore.

And I'm broken.

What am I going to do?

I sigh, flipping through the channels on the T.V.

One channel.

Two channel.

Three channel.

Eight-hundred ninety seven channel…

I jump up with a frustrated shriek. "WHY IS NOTHING ON?" I scream to no one in particular.

My loud voice is met with only silence. No one's here to here me. I help everyone else…but no one helps me. What kind of life is this?

-Sakura-

I sent Riku off a while ago, telling him not to worry about me anymore. With about an hour of pleading he finally agreed, stomping away.

Now I'm at a Coffee shop. Some Café called, "Disney". I sigh, sitting down and sipping my drink. Jazz music is playing on the loudspeaker, and I find my foot tapping to the rhythm.

'Great. I've got a hang over AND I'm starting to like bad music. When will this torture end?'

I hear tapping—not from me this time—I turn to see a blonde haired girl, wearing a long, black, trench coat. Her hand is using the table as a drum.

She finally notices me staring and turns; her blue eyes alive with curiosity. I look down at my outfit for a moment, all black, with a lot of eyeliner on my face. Great, I'm a walking stereotype.

The girl gets up, walking over to me. I stare at her as she lowers herself into the other chair at my table.

I glare at her, annoyed.

"What do you want?"

She looks taken aback for a minute, but her answer comes none-the-less. "I was wondering why you were staring at me. It's impolite."

I'm slightly thrown off by this, "I was…um…staring because I…uh…LOVE the trench coat. Especially the color, talk about strutting your stuff in style!" I ramble.

She stares at me for a minute wearily, probably evaluating my sanity.

"Who are you?" I finish, lamely.

She sighs openly, looking down at her feet. "I-I'm Larxene."

Larxene? Where have I heard that name before…?

'Oh look, a flashback;

"'Organization? What organization?'

'Organization Thirteen,' Namine answered patiently, 'they've been after Roxas, Axel and I for ages.'

'Axel? The cute fire boy?'

She rolled her eyes at me, but continued none the less. 'Yeah…that boy. Roxas and Axel used to belong to the Organization…but when their leader "Xemnas" went too far, they left. Axel was in love with one of the members; Larxene. But she stayed…and he's never forgiven himself. He thinks that it's his fault, that if he would have said the right thing, then it all would've turned out alright.'

'Larxene…that's a weird name.'"

"Larxene? Axel's lover?" I mentally kick myself. You don't just ASK people if they're someone else's lover.

"How did you know about that?" she hisses, lowering her voice.

"Namine told me…"

"Namine…" she says slowly, "I remember her. Xemnas kidnapped her." Now that was one part of the story that Namine HADN'T told me. I'd have to talk to her later…

"Is this…Xemnas guy holding you hostage?" I ask.

She hesitates, clearly trying to see if she can trust me. "Y-yes…"

"And Axel, he's trying to save you?"

"Yes."

"Oh…" I sigh, "Then…why haven't you left with him yet?"

"Because Xemnas will kill him if I try to leave!"

"…I think…can I give you something?"

I don't wait for her answer; instead, I stand up and remove something from my purse. It's a tiny star-shaped pendant; it's entirely black, yet strangely shiny.

"Here," I hand it to her, pressing it to her palm. "This is my lucky charm. Namine has one just like it, except its white. It symbolizes our friendship; one white and the other dark; complete opposites, but still together."

She nods, understanding. "I can't except this…it must be really important…"

"It is," I nod, "but it has years of friendship stored inside…when you have this, it's like I'm with you; and Namine's not far behind. Apart we're strong, together…we're invincible."

"B-but why are you giving this to me?" she stutters.

"It's what friends do." I smile at her, before walking out of the coffee shop, leaving my new friend behind me.

A/N a shorter chapter then the last, but still a bit long. I had more planned for this chapter, but things got complicated. Everything else will be in the next chapter.

I have a new contest. You see, I have a character page on my free webs website (the link is in my Fan Fiction profile, I think). On this character page, I have descriptions of Sora, Riku, and everyone else, even Sakura. But my problem is that, since Sakura is an original character; I couldn't find a picture of her that really fit (the descriptions all come with pictures of the characters). So, if any of you out there are artists I would like you to send me a drawing of Sakura. The best picture will be placed on my free webs website, and the name of its artist will be listed also, so that everyone will know how good said artist is.

I'd like for it to be sketched.

Email the picture to me at; tommy under-score tribble (at sign) yahoo . com (no spaces). Thank you so much if you choose to participate.

Next time on ROCKY RELATIONSHIPS: Roxas searches for clues about Vexen's ominous warning. And then, of course, it all goes down hill.