This one time…at Writer's Camp…I put my mouse in my…

Oh, hi.

Author's Note: Thanks a ton to everyone who reviewed! My internet connection is always dumb at this hour of the night -- My parents think that if I'm on the internet past ten o clock, my head will asplode. D: Anyways, because of this, I cannot list off your names.

Oh well. You know who you are.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. It wouldn't be called Kingdom Hearts if I did. It would be more along the lines of "Kingdom Unf, Unf, Unf, Ohhh Baby Jesus, I'm Coming"

I can't imagine that would go over so well with Disney. xD

[Hey, they're the ones who put a penis on the cover of one of their movies. .

Anyways, on with the chappy! D

Chapter II: Clubbing

The club was particularly dark that night. The shadows crept over the people who danced around the bar, blanketing them with it's mystifying shade. The speakers leaked the sounds of guitars and half-singing, half-screaming, creating a sound loud enough to satisfy the soul hungry for rage, yet seductive enough for those who sought a cheap, quick fuck, and momentary absolution for their sins of the day. The class was AWOL from this place, as stains riddled the pool table in the corner, stains which were either liquor, semen, sweat, or a combination of two or all three.

This was the dark, mysterious world which Leon, Axel, and Riku entered into. The frequency of the music seemed to blend perfectly with the light chatter emitting from a variety of sources. The chatter died down, however, as all eyes in the room came to rest on them. Recoiling at the sudden attention, Axel laughed nervously, while Leon and Riku stood their ground.

One by one, a cheer erupted from the entire bar. All three of them grinned, relieved that the public had liked their performance. As they walked forward, they received pats on the back from guys, kisses on the cheek from the girls, and words of encouragement from others still.

Riku took an empty seat at the bar, and ordered a scotch on the rocks for Axel, a cosmopolitan for Leon. For him? Riku decided to have their signature Lemon Raspberry Margarita. Grinning as he watched the bartender dexterously create our drink, as if he were a God creating his own universe in a simple beverage, Riku leaned back. This is the life.

He glanced around him at the fellow people seated at this bar, grinning pleasantly, thrilled that so many had enjoyed the performance. The woman to his left took one look at him, sneered, and turned back to her drink, which smelt heavily of alcohol.

The bartender passed them their three drinks. Leon quickly swooped in, stealing his from the bartender's actual grasp. Axel let the barkeep set his drink down before swiftly swiping at it, almost knocking it over, but catching it just in time. He brought it to his lips, draining about a fifth of the glass, as he went with Leon to mingle with fellow customers.

Smiling, Riku quickly thanked whatever gods were listening for the government officially lowering the drinking age from 21 to 18 that last year. Apparently, it had finally hit them how big of a double-standards it was that people could join the army and get themselves killed, but not drink alcohol.

Riku turned to my right, expecting to see some jaded-looking drunken twenty-something, rambling aimlessly about his/her kid waiting at home, and how the ex-wife/ex-husband refused to pay child support. This explanation was more often than not followed up by a lovely slurred, "the lil' bitch,"

Boy, was he wrong.

Sitting next to him was a boy, who looked like he had just turned eighteen, and Riku was probably right in thinking that. He had chocolate brown hair, put up in spikes, though they were slightly messy, probably from a harassing day at some 9-to-5 job, or perhaps even a college. He was dressed in black pants and a black baggy t-shirt, though the shirts were infrequently striped with some dark color. His dark clothes clashed against his light skin, and- oh gawd, his eyes. His eyes were really what got Riku. They were blue, blue like a sky right after dawn, where the swirls of color had faded, to re-emerge at dusk. His eyes even had a swirl of black around them, almost illuminating the blue more.

He looked over at Riku curiously, as if to ask, "so, why are you staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa?" Quick, Riku! Say something! Anything! His mind raced, imagination dipping into overdrive, as he tried to compensate for his staring by saying something, anything, something smooth, maybe…

"Do you believe in magic?"

D'oh! I made a mental note to bang my head repetitively against a wall when he was in private next, as that easily topped the list of Dumbest Things Riku Has Ever Said. The boy looked at him strangely, surprised by this bizarre question. "Well…not really." He slowly answered.

Riku chuckled nervously. "Well. I do."

The boy gave him a queer look, before turning back to his beloved drink, which appeared to be a simple glass of wine- the alcoholic drink for the casual drinker. He put the glass gently to his lips, savoring the sweet yet bitter taste of the wine flooding his mouth. Swallowing, he lightly set the glass down on a Foster's beer coaster.

"I'm Riku," Riku introduced himself, so suddenly that the boy jumped slightly. "I know. I saw the concert." He looked back at Riku's smiling mug warily, almost defensively. Deciding that Riku was okay, he responded with "Call me Sora."

Riku's smile widened slightly, pleased that the boy had trusted him with his name. Silence encompassed the two awkwardly, as both shifted uncomfortably from one side to the other in their chairs. Sora tapped his fingers on his wine glass casually, creating a cadence, a silent rhythmic plea for Riku to start talking, like a drum beating, waiting for an accompanying guitar or vocalist.

An idea forming in his head, Riku burst out, "So, you saw the concert?"

The boy once again jumped, his head whirling around, his eyes coming to rest finally on Riku. "Yeah. You guys are talented." Sora complimented him, after a long pause.

Riku's smile could have mirrored that of the Chesire Cat's. "Thanks! So, uh…you still in school?"

The light smile that had illuminated Sora's face after his compliment faltered as quickly as it had grown. "Well…for now."

"For now?"

"I have one month of high school left, then it's off to…well, I don't know what comes next"

Riku's eyebrow arched. "You aren't going to college?"

Sora looked down at his drink, looking reminiscent, almost crestfallen. "No. I wanted to go to a University of California school, but my parents couldn't afford it. They can hardly afford food, let alone sending either my twin or I to college."

"Your twin?"

Sora smiled, glad a conversation that wasn't so full of disappointment had sprung up. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do have a twin. His name is Roxas. He looks kind of like me, in the sense that we both have the same eyes. But he dyes his hair kind of a honey blonde, and puts it up in a weird spiky style."

Riku chuckled lightly. "That sounds kinda cool. Though I do like your hair.

Sora blushed ever-so-slightly. "Thanks. Yours is cool, too."

Riku smiled. "Thanks."

And once again, all that was left was the soft lilt of the bass that poured out of the speakers, which now blasted a song Riku didn't recognize, but it was a bit too loud for his personal tastes.

Riku decided to take a risk, and turned back to the chocolate-haired boy. "You know, we've got a place, and you can spend the night there with us."

Sora glared at him, eyes narrowing. "I see. You only talked to me because you wanted in my pants."

"No! That's not it!" Riku rapidly defended. The list of the Dumbest Things Riku Has Ever Said was just filling up tonight. "I meant, you seem like a rather creative kid. You wanna help us write songs?"

Sora looked at him accusingly, before deciding he told the truth. "Sure, I'd love to!" he said, beaming.

Riku smiled. "Good. Then let me go find my bandmates and tell them you're chilling with us tonight."

"That should give me enough time to go find my brother and tell him to tell mum that I won't be home for a while."

With that salutation-of-sorts, they separated. Riku hastily walked off, finding Leon being anti-social, as usual, while fangirls surrounded him, raving about JUST how "smexy" he was. Riku explained the situation, and Leon was rather eager to get out of there.

Axel…well, he was a more interesting story.

They looked in a multitude of places for Axel- out on the dance floor, at the bar, lounging around in the space in-between, but just couldn't find him. Riku and Leon were about to surrender, and let him find his own damn way home, when they turned into a little hallway the locals of the bar called Sex Avenue.

There was Axel, burying his face into some blonde kid.

"Axel?" Riku asked in shock. Axel's face shot out, turning beet red, exposing a dazed-looking teen boy, who clutched firmly onto Axel's forearms.

From the other side of Sex Avenue came a cracking shocked voice. "R-Roxas?"

The blonde swiveled his head. "Oh, hey, Sora. Lookie what I found." He pointed to Axel proudly.

Sora rolled his eyes, while Riku rushed up, tearing Axel off the blonde, while Axel gave an annoyed "hey, what gives?" Blushing, Riku scuttled out of the doorway with Leon and Axel in tow, followed by Sora and a bemused Roxas.

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UL: Wow. So, thank Gawd for Rise Against for being the inspiration for the poetic parts of this chapter. As usual, I should really get to sleep, so, with the other's cooperation, I'll make this short and sweet.

Sora: Snores

Roxas: D: You made me a whore!

Axel: Quit being a crybaby. You know you liked it.

Roxas: …shut up.

Axel: Ha! Axel wins again!

Riku: Brother. Rolls eyes

UL: So, ANYWAYS, like I was about to say, reviewers get a plushie of Riku wearing an Evanescence shirt which exposes his torso muscles.

Roxas: Torso? Well, yeah, there's that. It also outlines one particular muscle below the waist…

Riku: Gimme that!

Roxas: No!

Riku: That's it! Tackles

UL: Hey! You two! Knock that off! Aww…fuck it. Sleeps