We've got something in common Kairi,

You and I both miss someone

we care about.

-Axel-

My paws slowly padded against old, creaky oaken floor. One after the other, an unstoppable rhythm to the beat of claws meeting wood. My target; short, blond and sexy. My aim; subdue and capture. He's within my sights, my line of vision directly meeting his path. His back was turned, his small hands shoved into overlarge cargo pockets. His shoulder was leaning against the white of the doorframe leading to the kitchen. He was talking to his brother. Dora? No wait, was it Sora? Well, whatever his name is, was making supper. Roxas was watching. He was distracted. Perfect.

I crept slowly, surely, towards my intended target. Claws unsheathed and tail waving suavely side to side, I was ready for the kill. Sticking my hide in the air dignifiedly, I put all my weight on the back of my body and pushed for dear life. Midair, my claws swingy wildly about, I flew to my intended target.

"Shi…" Roxas shouted painfully as my claws dug further into his back. Before he could finish, Sora turned around and shot Roxas a knowing look. "Kabobs" he finished with, shooting his own rather feisty look at Sora even though he had lost that particular battle.

Sora grinned back at him before returning to the neglected spaghetti and chips. What? They liked their carbs, their growing boys after all. I think.

I scaled up his back and wrapped myself rather comfortably around his neck. Mm…cosy.

Roxas stroked my head, brushing the bright red hair behind my ears as I purred happily into his golden locks. "Nero, that really hurt. Geez… you have absolutely no tact." I did my ever so charming Cheshire cat grin back up at him, kneading my claws into his shoulder blades as a sign of contentment.

Sora looked back at the two of us and smirked at our position. "That cat loves you; I swear I've never seen it so affectionate to anyone but you and the food bowl" I promptly looked up at Roxas and licked his cheek. Yummy.

"He's just a really friendly cat, aren't you Nero?" He tickled my throat as closed my emerald eyes in bliss. Fuss of a lifetime, I swear.

"He doesn't give me the time of day." Sora replied, sticking his tongue out at me. I hissed back at him, arching my back for effect. I really don't have anything against the kid, he's nice enough even if he's a little...overbearing. He just cuts into my alone time with Foxy Roxy.

"What can I say; I have a way with animals" Roxas grinned, taking me from his neck and holding me to his chest. My bright green eyes meet his blue ones as I gave him my best 'kicked cat' look.

"Seriously Nero, my neck was starting to kill… your not as light as you may think!" He scowled, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand for effect.

"Aw… leave him be. He's practically just a ball of bright red fur anyways." Sora smirked, setting the food down on the table in some victorious mannerism. Weird kid… I'm beginning to understand that feisty grey haired kid and Roxas may be the only ones who will ever truly 'get' him. I've been stalking/guarding/following (whatever you want to call this little rendezvous we seem to be having) Roxas for some time now and I still don't understand that obscenely spiky haired kid.

As Roxas sat down in order to tuck in to the food laid before him, Sora wiggled beside him and blew in his ear. Roxas jumped a little and turned to face his childish brother.

"What was that for idiot?" Roxas retorted back, annoyance and surprise lacing his voice. Sora just laughed and took a very long victory sip of his surely sugar loaded coffee. Living with this kid was just a constant war of miniature battles that would always end in failure from the home front.

"Ah, no reason" he replied, placing his drink down a little harshly, getting drips of caffeine sliding down the cup as he waltzed over to the other side of the table. Sitting down, the odd brunette smirked and reached over the table.

"Hey Rox, give me your hand a sec." he said while taking Roxas hand in his. On reflection, why did he bother asking if he was just going to do it anyway?

Roxas withdrew a little, a look of suspicion painted across his face. "Why?" he questioned, eyes darting from his hand to Sora. Sora just smiled as he bent Roxas's poor little pinkie back ever so slowly.

Roxas let out some kind of weird girlish squeal, which was positively adorable I might add, before retracting his strangely well maintained (I mean, his nails were flippin' perfect for Christ's sake) fingers from Sora's deathlike grip.

After a little nursing of his bruised finger and superego, he gave a very watery eyed stare back at Sora. "What was that for…" he whimpered, lower lip quivering in an extremely cute little pout. Damn it! If I 5 feet taller and not a cat I would absolutely tackle and grope right now.

Sora grinned. Seriously, one day I'll knock that stupid stuck on grin from off his face; it's starting to p-i-s-s me off, got it memorized?

"You are so totally taking it up the rear." Sora said, happily tucking in to his pasta as displayed by the spaghetti sauce generously covering the entire portion of the bottom half of his face. Not to say the crimson substance wasn't adorned on his polyester white tee or brown locks either. In fact, in such a short space of time he had managed to get more food on him then in him. Anyways, I digress.

Roxas back tracked a little, before turning to his brother in utter astonishment. "Excuse me?" he said, unsuccessful trying to keep the hint of venom out of his tone of voice.

"You heard me" Sora tossed back, grin widening as he sang "UKE." Watching his brother's expression furrow and fists curl up in anger, he tried to level with the blond haired beast. " C'mon, only a girl would scream like that and you know it!". It wasn't doing much good.

"THAT'S IT!" Roxas pounded his hands violently which made his cranberry juice create a pool of red all over the poor, abused table. The angry blond then proceeded to shove his chair out from under the table and storm over to his still-amused sibling who was betwixt and beyond as he bounded toward the nearest exit.

Amongst all the confusion and mayhem, I failed to notice the crimson beads of liquid falling into my sun like mane. Great, I was failing to receive attention from Roxas, a cat and I smelled of cranberry. It was just how I pictured spending time with the Fair family. So anyways, I was covered in cranberry juice and god knows what else it soaked up from the table, so as the foxy feline I am, I began to the cat like act and lick myself clean. In the middle of the kitchen. Among all the ruckus and fighting. God, I'm so clever sometimes.

Sora, being the nimble acrobat he is, tripped over me and stumbled before just regaining his balance as he sock slid down the hall while giving me a one fingered salute as he yelling something along the lines of 'bloody cat'. I failed to notice the looming shadow coming closer behind me as a stared at the place the brunette once stood in bewilderment.

"Nero, move!"

Too late.

There was a bang, a tumble, then a moan. I imagined being in a position with Roxas like this before, but maybe in different circumstances. Preferably in human form while he was fulfilling the part his brother mentioned prior to this event.

Said brother's head peeked around the doorframe curiously. I think we each learnt an important lesson that day. Sora; don't voice out theories about your I've-mysteriously-got-more-oestrogen-then-testosterone–so-don't-anger-me-when-it's-that-time-of-the-month brother while he is in the room. Myself; Do not spend any type of bathing activity in the middle of two vertically challenged relatives fighting. And Roxas; Never chase anyone in socks.

Ever.

The vibrations from my overly content purring caused the blond, whose stomach I was currently using as a pillow, to squirm and squeal underneath me. It was quite a sight to behold actually. His tee-shirt was riding up a little, revealing a slight, and I say slight with the strongest empathises, definition of muscle on his torso. It was faint but defiantly there. His hair was splayed and messy against the pillow. The blonde on white combo made him look a little like an angel as he gazed down at me with those big blue orbs of his. His legs were perched on a pillow the opposite side of the bed, his ankle wrapped in a makeshift bandage. His skinny yet firm arms were curled round my form as he unconsciously held me in his slumber.

I closed my eyes and relaxed to the sound of his gentle breathing. In and Out. In and Out. Push and Pull. To and Fro. Back and Forth. Like a see-saw. I felt the rise and fall of his lungs, retracting and expanding within their bone prison. His heart beating against mine as two rhythms entwined like thread. The noise of water pounding against the dirty window pane as melancholy storms boomed overhead were all but forgotten against the steady beating of two warm bodies against one another.

I think that's when I realized that I want to wake up like this every morning; tangled up in one another.

I want to sleep with this being next me, this feeling within me, every night.

I realized; I want to smell his peppermint scent on his clothes. On my clothes. His strawberry shampoo staining my pillow as a consent reminder that he's been there. That it was all real.

I want to claim those cherry lips for the first time. I want to make him smile and grin and frown. Blush. I want to see every expression, every emotion, everything.

I want to write him cheesy poetry. I want to send him corny letters. I want to embarrass him in front of his parents when I meet them for the first time. I want him to laugh at my silly sense of humour. I want to mess up all our anniversaries and make it up to him each and every morning following. I want to kiss him in the rain. I want us to get a pet, a cat preferably, maybe a bird. I want to make him moan my name. I want to whisper in his ear all the flurrying feelings and dizzy thoughts pounding through my corpse, spewing outwards like a fountain of emotions. I want to refuse to ask for direction as we argue in the car even though we don't mean it. God Rox, we don't mean it. We never do.

I want to spend every second of every minute of every day with Roxas Fair. Strings attached and all consequences considered.

I want to be happy with him. I want him to be happy. Above all, that's everything I'll need. His happiness. It's funny how much he means to me. It's funny how attached I've gotten to someone. It's funny what a moment in time makes you realize how happy one person can make you.

I never thought I'd ever be some corny romantic involved in some sappy unrequited love story. Then again, I never thought I'd ever meet Roxas.

Reluctantly detaching myself from my familiar's limps, I slithered from him and made my way to the cracked window. Remnants of bright carmine fur attached themselves to his light blue tee as a reminder of my former presence. I felt a kind of strange happiness knowing that a part of me was with him. It was slightly possessive and a little worrying but I didn't dwell on it.

As I began to make my exit through the gap I heard a murmur come from the blond version of Snow White... wait wasn't Sleeping Beauty blonde too? I think I need to take another look at the Classics. Anyway, I perked my ears and listened intently to the grumbling coming from the slumbering boy.

"Don't go."

At first I was flattered. I thought he was talking to me. Unfortunately, my brain kicked in and realized that he was still fast asleep. Regardless, I sauntered back and continued to listen to the Roxas's delusional mumblings.

"That's not true! I would." the boy continued, his voice becoming more desperate and lonely. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it was obviously causing him a lot of emotional grief and I couldn't stand to see my little Roxy in pain. Licking his face in a comforting gesture seemed to calm him down a little but he was still pale and feverish.

"Don't leave me alone here! Please..."

I glanced at Roxas. Despite his eyes being closed, salty, wet tears were slowly trailing down the side of his face, dripping down from the side of his nose on to the now wet pillow. Some even landed on me,in which I found some amusement from knowing that this is the second liquid Roxas has gotten on me today.

"Please. I need you, god dammit!" Roxas got more frantic as he clawed the air manically as is hair stuck to his still wet cheeks which adorned a slight pink tinge from crying.

I guess Roxas was still having those dreams. I shifted my gaze to the floor. I couldn't bear to see him like this. I began to move to the window once more. I was ready to jump down to the ground below before another voice caught me.

"He always gets like this, ya know?" Sora appeared in the doorway, eyes cast sadly down on Roxas's small form. "Whenever he dreams. It's always so sad." His endless azure skies met my equally infinite emerald ferns as we shared a moment of pure, silent understanding.

"I hope you know what your doing." Sora said, his voice unreadable but his features stern. "I don't want him getting hurt anymore."

I nodded and turned my attention back to the original task of landing safely on the cement patio two stories below.

"The only time I've seen him truly happy is in his dreams..." the brunette continued, turning around and making his way back into the corridor. "And with you. I get that feeling that it's you." With that, Sora smiled lightly...sadly, and closed the door gently behind him.

Knowing my time here was almost over, I delicately descended from the window in a quick leap and made my way to the main road. It was raining and my fur was drooping from it's naturally spiky style, revealing my bony figure retreating to the grey, nimbus asphalt in front of me. I knew I wouldn't have to wait long until my fate would be sealed for hopefully the last time.

A dark silhouette observed from the second story window. Amongst all the flaking white houses on the corner street, the shadow was very much camouflage in the mundane and ordinary. Peeling back the antique curtains, decorated with vintage designs and floral patterns much like the dresses of Aunt Maratha; a senile old woman who was located in the neighbouring house, the figure stood and watched a crimson figure dance to the road like fire to a shadow. Sighing, the body let the curtain drop as they retreated back into the darkness of the house.

"Good luck, Axel. Don't let me down."

A/N; wow! I have so many nice reviews, I 'm so suprised! Thank you all so much! Without them I didn't think I'd have the motivation to write this chapter at all! Sorry it was so late, I relly didn't know what direction I was trying to take this story. Then I realized it doesn't need that much direction since it's more of a multiple one-shot story then anything else. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter (it's extra long to make up for time ) ) and the last chapter should be done by Friday.. hopefully ssooner (I'm still at school so it's little hard...)