Me: Part 2, because you all rule. :D

Disclaimer: I dun' own KH, nor do I own any other stupid references this fanfic has.

Warning: Violence, and romance.

Enjoy!

Roxas, was a...

Special boy, to say the least. He really didn't seem to know anything about true life, and it was rather difficult teaching him, specially about showering, but what surprised me the most, was...well.

"Axel, where do babies come from?" Sweat dropped down my face as I stared at the boy, giving him a nervous look, before coughing nervously, and facing my coffee.

"I-I...I'd rather not talk about it."

"Why? Is it bad?"

"Well..."

"Hm?"

"It comes from girls."

"There bellybuttons?"

"Y-yeah!"

I am such a bad liar, good thing the kid didn't know what he was talking about, but sadly I got questions like that all the time, I really should keep him away from the TV, once he even asked me what a tampon is.

I couldn't bare to tell the kid, he was just too innocent. I mean, how could you explain blood flowing out of your no-no to an extremely adorable blonde-haired, blue-eyed, little kid, who has no clue what life is about.

I couldn't.

It would definently be hard, I'll tell you that.

"Hey kid, how old are you?" I actually looked sraight at him this time, was that a blush? Heh.

"Weeeell...I'm..."

"You're?"

"F-fifteen..."

Why was he so nervous?

We heard someone knock on the door, and apparently, the blonde went straight towards it, quickly opening it, only to reveal another blonde-haired person with a...sitar?

"Dem Dem!" He hugged the boy, and the boy smiled cheerfully, hugging him back. This was strange.

"Hiiii! Roxxaaaaasss!" Came his much too cheerful voice, there was a black-haired man behind him, reading a book.

"I'm guessing they're from the orphanage?"

"Mhm!"

"Nice to know you have friends." I nodded, walking towards the sink, and placing my now empty coffee cup in the sink.

"H-hey...Axel?" I stared at the boy, slightly waiting for him to answer his question, I had a feeling it had something to do with him staying. Hell no, I was not going to allow that sitar-carrying blonde-haired, demon, and that emo-haired, book-reading, loner, in my house, he'd have to do something much better then that.

"Can they stay?" Oh god, puppy eyes.

"Sure."

Damn you, Roxas. You're too cute.

Me: I tried to make this, fluffier? Yeah, fluffier, and a little nicer to, since in later chapters things happen. :D