A/N: Yeah…this is super short. I would have written more…but I didn't. I'm super a lazy whore; I should be flogged. Any volunteers?

Anyway yeah…I think that's all I have to say. Hell.

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I hang my coat up in the first bar, There is not peace that I've found so far – Set the fire to the third bar by Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright

Larxene was walking up to her parents' house when she saw Axel doing the same thing. It wouldn't have been so odd except for the fact that, well, it was nearly midnight, while Axel always got home at seven thirty, after he finished visiting Demyx. Larxene knitted her eyebrows in confusion, her lips, with blood red lipstick dying them, pursed. "Axel? What are you doing out so late?" She asked stopping for him to catch up with her.

He jogged up to her, his hands never coming out of his coat. "I could ask you the same thing." He shot back, scowling deeply, and shivering. "Did you just get back?"

She looped her arm through his, holding his forearm gently. "Yeah," She said quietly as she began leading him towards the front door. "You know why I'm just getting in; I think you should spill your dirty secret." She smiled lovingly at her brother before stroking his hair back.

He sighed, yanking the door open roughly. "I got stuck in the school's library cataloging room for the better part of the night." He answered nonchalantly, letting go of her arm to run upstairs, his loud boots thundering through the otherwise quiet house. Larxene crossed her eyes, a small habit she had when she was irritated.

She followed him upstairs, quieter than her elephant of a brother, and entered his room. "How'd you get out?" She asked. He was acting a bit off. He was almost never in a rush to get away from her, even if he hadn't directly told her to go away.

Axel shrugged off his coat, leaving it on the floor where it had fallen, his boots followed not too long after. "The librarian left her cell phone in there. When she found us, she freaked out, and scolded us for not calling anyone. After that we left."

"Us, we?" Larxene mimicked, sitting on his bed to watch him do his nightly ritual.

"Yeah. I was stuck with Riku fucking Melosine!" He scoffed, tying his hair in a long braid to keep him from pulling on it too badly when he went to sleep. "Of all the people, I got locked up with him." He continued on his rant, seething about Riku, and all the things Riku had done, all the times they had fought in the past.

Larxene didn't listen, though. She had heard that name before. Where?

Melosine…Melosine…Why does that name sound familiar?

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"Well, our heads were nearly detached from our shoulders tonight." Roxas said, shrugging into his huge marshmallow coat to save him from the cold air outside. He watched Sora grab his messenger bag from the floor where they had hidden their stuff. He didn't see how Sora could walk around with just a long sleeve shirt and a hoodie on all year round with out getting fazed.

"But we didn't." He said. "We even collapsed the table in time. We're really good at this."

Roxas started walking out of the room; only stopping to make sure Sora was still behind him. "I'm really good at his. Had you been by your onezees you so would have been caught and this entire thing would have ended with your untimely death."

"You're so morbid, Roxie. It depresses me."

Roxas snorted. "Butterflies depress you."

"Yeah? Tax laws depress you."

"They are suffocating. I feel repressed." The blonde sighed dramatically, throwing his head back in mock agony.

Sora laughed, and then paused, scratching the back of his neck idly. "I think we can pull this off." He said.

"Resistance is futile when it comes to you."

They walked shoulder against shoulder out of the school, into the cold air, heading towards one of their houses (They would decide when the problem arrived). Roxas was bundled under nearly ten pounds of winter clothing alone (even if it was only October), while Sora was only in his hoodie.

Sora pushed his shoulder gently, moving him over a few feet away. "I'll remember that next time you won't buy me cookies." He said, smiling.

Roxas smiled, but in the dark, you couldn't see that it was without humor. Hope that's the only thing you ever use that for.

"You don't even like cookies, dear. Don't even act like I was being mean."

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Riku sat outside his house, a smoldering cigarette resting in his hand,completely forgotten, while he tried his best to clear his mind of the night. To his dismay, however, the more he tried to purge his thought process, the more this thought process tried to purge his sanity. He couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened to him.

Damn his luck! Damn it all to hell! Riku wanted to yell in anger, to hit something, or just hit Axel.

Stupid Axel Wise! He just had to be the one he ended up stuck with. Out of all the people in his class, in his school, in his fucking city…it was him. Axel had to stumble in; he had to know the truth; he had to sample.

Riku wanted to curl up under a rock, where the light of day would never reach him again. He didn't think he could face the world again knowing that Axel would tell everyone about him. The lunar haired boy thought he might as well drop out of school, move to a bigger town, and just start a career as a professional porn star. He was more than good-looking, this he knew. He would be paid well to be in such movies. Why not?

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice whispered through the dark webs of his mind, adding just a bit of sense to everything in his rambles. You know why you can't leave. It said softly. You're not secure enough.

'I never will be.' He thought. 'Not after tonight.'

He snuffed out his already finished cigarette from which he had only taken one puff, stuffing it behind the small bush by his porch. The young man entered his dark house, devoid of any feeling except shame. Shame that not only had he been suckered into a kiss by a weakness he couldn't control, but that if only in the slightest way he might have enjoyed it.

He wasn't to be blamed, though. He was a whore.

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A/N: I like this chapter, despite its shortness. Sorry they didn't get stuck together longer. I had to make it semi-believable…even if it wasn't. Whatever! I probably won't update again until the…? 23rd sounds good to me. So…be prepared!

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