Asking around Roxas found no one who knew where the famous chef was. They all knew he was amazing, and a legend, but nothing more. Sitting down Roxas noticed that some where along the way he had cut his arm. Looking around he found someone that appeared to be some kind of doctor. What kind of doctor, Roxas didn't know. Walking into the shop he was greated by a really creepy guy who seemed to be in his late 40's at best.

"Hello, there. What can we do for you? Oh! You're Prince Roxas! Your Majesty," he said bowing.

"Oh, no need for formals, it's just i have seemed to cut my arm slightly. Would you mind helping me?"

"Oh, yes. But I do more of the paper work and experiments now days. You'll have to talk to my assistant Zexion. ZEXION!"

Almost immediatly a blueish haired young man came through the curtain that was in the back. "Yes Vexen?" He asked.

"Zexion, this is Prince Roxas. He seems to have cut his arm, and come to us for help. Please treat him kindly."

"Yes Vexen," Zexion replied blankly while leading Roxas to the back room behind the curtain.

After being treated Roxas got up and tried to pay them for their services but Vexen refused. Said it was, "Unfit for the Prince to pay. Your being here is just enough." Walking out Roxas bumped into someone who was cloaked. Finally Roxas' brain registered what had just happened. People started yelling at the guy, and flocking over to Roxas to make sure that he was ok. Getting up he brushed off the crowd that started to gather.

This was his chance! This might be the Xaldin guy they were looking for! Quickly walking towards the guy that had just knocked him down. Finally catching up, and stopping the guy so he could catch his breath. In fact Roxas had chased the man all the way up to sunset peek. They were now in the Twilight Kingdom.

"Hey! Are you by chance Xaldin," Roxas asked looking up after he finally felt like he had the breath to speak.

"No, never heard of him," Roxas, knew the voice from somewhere. He just didn't quite remember where he had heard it.

"Oh, well if you're not him, ca-. Oh wait you said you never heard of him? Then you must not be from around here," Roxas said crossing his arms.

"Oh, I'm from around here. We just, well I just crossed into the Twilight Kingdom. You're still in Oblivion. We're right on the boarder of each others kingdoms," the cloaked man said not fazing as he spoke to Roxas. 'I thought him not apologizing and getting on hand and knee to beg forgiveness. Of course like I'd want that!' Roxas thought to himself.

"So now I'm in Twilight huh?" Roxas took a step so he was next to the strange man. But just as he did, the man turned so that his back was to Roxas again." Wha-! Why, won't you let me see your face?" Roxas said starting to get irritated.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a good reason," Roxas felt like this was all just a game to the guy. He didn't like this one bit. In fact, he was about ready to punch the guy in the face. That is, if he would just turn around!

"Anyway, aren't you looking for someone?"

That's when it hit Roxas. The voice, he knew it, from his dream! It was those green eyes, and that smile that he couldn't get out of his head. The ones that made him go into a daze just thinking about them. "You have, green eyes."

"Wha-?" The man almost instantly turned around with a look of either astonishment or shock. Roxas couldn't tell which. Then he saw them, for real this time. Those beautiful green eyes, the upside down triangle tattoos on his cheeks. And Roxas, somewhere inside him, in that instant knew that he was gay. Gay for a guy he had only just met once in real life, and one time in a dream.