A/N: Yeah…So, I super love this chapter. It's where everything gets all sorts of super fun.

I want to let everyone know, I'm having a little bit of writer's block with Chapter 11. It's so super kicking my ass. So the next few chapters may be few and far between over the next few weeks to a month, because I have a feeling a lot of my chapters may go like this. But have no fear they will continue.

Anyway, here's chapter 8.

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The more I see, the less I know, the more I like to let it go- Hey Oh by

The Red Hot Chili Peppers

"Well, I think it worked." Sora said in the only morning class he had with Roxas, Sex Ed. "But I don't see any change!"

Roxas scribbled notes down from the board, listening to both Mr. Saix, who lectured a group of students who weren't paying attention to his rules by eating in his class, and Sora who was complaining about his plan not going at super speed. "Sora, you can't expect them to just let their defenses down and snog each other in the school courtyard."

Sora sneered at his work for the day, "Oh yeah I can. Watch me."

Roxas sighed, "You are so impetuous."

"Do you even know what that means?"

He glared at Sora. "It was in my word-a-day calendar." He sniped. "Just have some patience with the Axel and Riku. It'll do them some good."

"But I'm bored. I'm bored with their fighting. I'm bored with their comebacks. I'm bored with them!"

"Why don't you get a gameboy?"

Sora was about to say something rude and unkind, when Mr. Saix came up behind them, snapping. "What are you two doing? I assign work for a reason!"

They both snapped their attention to the work and notes given to them, their pencils working furiously. The blue haired man walked away, smirking in satisfaction at having caught the two devils mid-scheme. Glancing over his shoulder to make sure they hadn't started talking again Saix walked to his desk, where he had papers to grade.

So, they were trying to shack up Axel and Riku, instead of getting them to fight. This was definitely interesting. It was a good idea now that he thought about it. It was cruel, twisted, and would involve a fair bit of cunning. The cunning part clearly taken care of by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum; however, the cruel and twisted part would obviously have to be taken up by people who had had experience in life. To excel in that part, they need experts.

Who better to deal in cruelty than teachers?

It was time for a staff meeting.

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Not too long after school had Sora caught up with Riku, intent on asking if he wanted to go over his house to play video games. It had been such a long time since they had simply hung out, and he wanted to see if he could get to the bottom of this insane hatred for Axel, but that was only mildly part of his plan. However, when Sora caught up to him, he noticed his yellow backpack was much less heavy looking than it would've normally been. He touched the bag gingerly, noticing it was much softer than it would have been a few weeks ago.

"Is there a reason you're molesting my bag, Sora?" He asked, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

"It's lost weight. Are you paying some retard to do your work?" Sora asked, looping his arm through Riku's own.

He snorted, digging through his pockets to find his lighter. "Why would I get a retard to do my work? That makes about as much sense as you and you're aversion to butterflies."

"They're after me!" The brunette screeched, reaching into his messenger bag to fish out his back up lighter. Riku chortled, taking the plastic container so he could set his cigarette. "What are you doing tonight?"

Riku hesitated in taking a drag of his cancer stick. "I've…I've got to take care of Sephiroth." He lied.

Sora watched him silently. He felt terrible, but he didn't believe Riku. Not in the slightest. He shook his head softly, telling himself that Riku had done nothing to merit his suspicion. "Oh, okay. I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out. But we can do that later." He said, trying to sound cheerful.

"Sorry, Sora, I wish I could."

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Axel took out his lighter, repeatedly flicking it open. He was on his way to Demyx's house and Roxas had decided to walk with him until they reached his house, since it was on the way; that and they hadn't hung out in quite a bit of time.

He lit the lighter, running his fingers through the flame idly. He had forgotten about Roxas' acute dislike of fire.

"Axel!" Roxas said, tensing immediately.

"Sorry, Roxie." He said, pocketing the lighter in his jacket.

"It's okay." He said, rubbing his gloved hands together, glaring at Axel and his light black jacket that looked like it could barely keep him warm in summer, let alone in the looming months of winter. October had finally closed, opening November with its cold wind, and freezing rain. Therefore, Roxas was lumbering around with a giant parka, gloves, and a little blue hat with a fuzzy ball on top. Axel, however, walked around in a long-sleeve shirt and his jacket…the creep! He shivered, "What are you doing after you go to Demyx's?"

Axel sighed, throwing his head down in dejection, "I'm going to go to my house and wallow in self-pity."

"Oh. How original," He said blandly.

"I'm sorry. My creative muses are on holiday until after Thanksgiving. I won't talk to you until then." Axel sneered.

"Thank god. You're nothing without them."

"You're just deprived." Axel grinned in a winning way.

"Of what?" Roxas asked, blushing lightly while trying to duck his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Axel grinned, loving how easy it was to get the other to blush. "Oh, you know. Short, dark, and handsome." He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.

"He's not short! He's taller than me." Roxas said, though his face automatically lost color. He automatically covered his face with his hands, giving a little bit of a whine. "I wasn't supposed to give in that easy!"

Axel ignored the last bit and smirked when he said, "He's still shorter than me."

The blonde snorted. "I'm sure the Amazon women are shorter than you. You're like six ten, right?"

Axel raised his eyebrow. "Yeah, Roxie. I'm six ten minus about eight inches."

"Still, that's super tall for me."

It was Axel's turn to snort. "With you're threatening height of five foot four."

"That is threatening. I could totally bite your ankles off."

Axel laughed, loudly, ruffling the short blonde spikes.

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"I think that's completely asinine, Saix!" Xigbar yelled slamming his hand down, when Saix had told them all the entire reason; he had called all the teachers who had dealings with Riku and Axel.

His counterpart, Xaldin, smirked. "I think it's the best thing the little moon-struck freak has ever thought of."

Lexaeus smirked. "Have you thought about what this could do to the reputation of the school? If we're caught…"

"Caught doing what? Giving them assignments together?" Saix laughed a little.

"It'll never go passed that? You'll only give them projects together?"

"What else can we do? Lock them in the library cataloging room?" Xaldin asked sarcastically.

"It's been done."

"Oh, well. There went that idea."

"How many projects do you plan on doing? How many classes do they even have together?"

"Uh…" Saix checked the timetables. "They have Vexen and Xigbar together."

"Well, we know Xigbar's completely opposed to this. Vexen?"

Vexen didn't get his chance to speak. Luxord had already begun spouting off ideas. "Well, now," he started in his English accent. "What if we switched their classes to where they had most, if not all, their classes together?"

"How would we go about doing that?" Xigbar asked. "Why are we even still having this conversation!" He yelled as he realized he was egging them on. "It makes no sense! Make them work together so…what? They can kill each other? I will not be a murderer."

"Fine. We'll take a vote. Those who like this idea, raise you're hand if you think I'm a genius." Four raised their hands. "Those who are dumb and don't like my plan?" Another four raised their hands.

"Vexen didn't raise his hand." Someone pointed out.

"Vexen! Vote!"

"I'd rather not. The idea is ridiculous." Xigbar smirked happily. "However, I can't think of anything else to do with them." Saix looked giddy. Vexen leaned back in his seat, running his fingers through his long blonde locks. "Convince me."

Xigbar sat up straighter. "Simple. Just think about it. If we switch all their classes, pair them together in everything they do, it guarantees what? Murder? Yeah, let's just enroll in that." He rolled his eyes.

Vexen shifted in his seat. "Short, simple, to the point; I like it." He said thoughtfully. "Saix?"

"Imagine how happy they'd be!" He said, surprising even himself with his sudden outburst of feeling. "You all see it. Axel's just begging for Riku. And I think, given the chance, he would do some good for Riku. Axel's very simple, and Riku's not used to that. It'd be perfect!" He paused. "That and I need something to do other than work on, other than grade homework."

Vexen was silent for a while, blinking only after he realized his eye was twitching. "That was completely retarded, and I can't believe you said half of what you did." Xigbar looked very smug. "However, I think you're right and it does sound like just a little bit of fun." He sighed, dejectedly. "I'm in."

Saix smiled, in a superior fashion. "I just love it when a plan comes together."

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"Do you have to ruin the apartment before I get here? Damn, Axel! What did this used to be?" Said a young, dirty-blonde haired man as he picked up some melted bottle of…something!

Thus was the 'Hello' he received from his darling friend, Demyx, when the said blonde opened the door to his and his roommate's apartment everyday. Of course, the apartment was usually spotless when Demyx left, him being a little bit obsessive compulsive, but when he came back and his fiery friend had been in there…well you could tell his fiery friend had been in there. Everything was everywhere. His nice neat desk scattered with papers, things on the shelves ended up in the fish bowl, and something always melting in the hallway.

From the kitchen, Axel heard Demyx growled. "I'm gonna have to get a hose in here!" He yelled, not knowing where Axel had run off to but knowing he was here somewhere, and that when he found him, he would kick his ass.

"He can't be entirely blamed for it," said Axel's partner from the kitchen. Demyx walked down the hallway a few feet, turning to his left to see his roommate and, of course, Axel. The tin-haired man had calculators, receipts, papers, and pens scattered all around him, and he kept punching the calculator viciously, when it gave him numbers that, both the blonde and the redhead assumed, were not correct.

"Zexion!"

Demyx loved Zexion. Though sometimes Zexion wished, he didn't. Zexion wanted to love Demyx as if he loved the magnesium haired man, but he just couldn't. He was too analytical, too cynical, and too cruel. But Demyx never seemed to mind. He would do anything for Zexion. If it was asked of him he would die for the man, and he said so often, which only made Zexion feel worse.

"What are you doing home?" He asked; throwing the glob of sticky something ness--he did not want to know-- away. He went to the sink to wash his hands, holding said appendages out in front of him as if he were afraid they might attack.

"I'm counting!" He said irately, though one could barely tell, his voice never changed. "I'm counting oodles and oodles of money from people who should not be allowed to live." Zexion was an accountant in a, fairly, high status law firm that handled nothing but aristocratic cases.

And Zexion was going to murder everyone in the business.

"Hi, honey. How was your day?" Demyx asked sarcastically, trying to scrub his hands off his body.

"Demyx!" Axel yelled, causing him to drop the scrubber into the sink.

He blushed and turned the water off, grabbing the towel to dry his dripping hands. He set the towel on the counter once he was done. After, he looked around the messy apartment, fidgeting just a little as his eyes landed on Zexion's messy stack of papers. He moved forward, and (a true testament of how long the two had lived together.) Zexion yelled. "Don't!"

Demyx stopped him his tracks, looking at his roommate with wide eyes. Zexion glanced up from his calculator. "I'll get it when I'm finished."

Demyx nodded, and then scrunched his nose at the pile of papers.

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Riku rolled the man off him when he heard his phone go off. "Hold on." He said, flipping the phone open, sighing, loudly, when he read 'Sora' across the screen.

"Ignore it." The beastly thing told him, kissing his shoulder while trying to tug him further onto the mattress.

Riku pushed him off, jerkily. "I can't." He flipped his phone on. "Yeah?"

"Hey! Whatcha doing?" Sora asked.

He told the ogre to be quiet before returning to his phone. "Uh, about to take a nap, actually. Can you call back later?" He lied, putting a thick layer of sleepy accent to his voice, trying to make it believable.

"Sure."

Even Riku heard the hesitation in Sora's voice.

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ring. ring.

"Hey Aerith. This is Sora. Can I talk to Riku?"

"Oh, hi Sora. Sorry, but Riku's not here. Can I take a message?"

"Oh, did he leave?"

"No, he never came home. Why?"

"Nothing. Just, uh… You know what? Don't worry about it."

'Why would he lie to me?'

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A/N: Wasn't that just wonderful? I hate to have writer's block around this time, I may actually let it get to wear I only have one back up chapter so you can have more…but I really don't want to get to that point.

I hope you like this enough to review me.

InnocentGuilt