Disclaimer: I suppose I should slip one of these in here huh? Well then, seeing as I do not currently possess the rights to Kingdom Hearts or anything else that might pop up in future writing, I think it can be safely concluded that I own nothing.

This is not my fault. This is not my fault. This is not my fault. This certain mantra was the one that had been repeating in Riku's head on infinite loop ever since he found himself back in that cursedly adorable appearance of his childhood years that should have been lost in time and memories. But his preening wasn't important right now. What was important was that Roxas was currently throwing a fit in the living room where all eight of the occupants of Demyx's house had gathered once the owner returned from shopping.

It had been around four hours after Demyx left and the kids could tell Zexion was starting to get worried. For his own sanity, that is. In the four hours Demyx had been gone, Axel had broken a jar that Zexion had to clean up but Roxas had also forgiven him and although it involved a few minutes of chaos, at least they were finally quiet, going off to play in the yard. Cloud and Leon had gone temporarily missing, causing quite a panic until Sora located them sleeping under the table in the kitchen. What they were doing there exactly was unknown but Riku couldn't really care less. The only thing he cared about was when Sora nearly slid down the stairs but that had been avoided thanks to Zexion's surprisingly good reflexes. While Riku took care of the shaken Sora, Zexion retreated to the kitchen to call Demyx and demand he come home. The blond soon did and that was when the trouble started again.

According to him, he had run into some crazy flippy-haired chick who had dragged him around the mall for hours, picking out clothes and games and snacks for his cute "cousins" until his wallet emptied out. When he had finally staggered home, everybody had gathered in the living room to receive their clothes. Cloud had gotten something similar to what he was already wearing, black pants and a turtleneck. Leon had received a white t-shirt and stylishly ripped jeans. It was clothes like these that Selphie had picked out for them. It wasn't until most of the outfits were passed out and everybody except Roxas was changed that the trouble that wasn't Riku's fault started. By now, the only clothing left was a nice little dress, something that Namine might have worn. The problem here is obvious.

"Demyx! What the hell is this?" Roxas yelled, waving around the dress in question.

"That Roxy, would be a dress." Demyx calmly replied.

"And what am I supposed to do with it!"

Demyx smiled sheepishly. "Um…wear it?"

"Like hell I will!"

It was then that Axel decided to chime in with his opinion. "Oh why not, Rox? I bet you'd look cute."

This only led to more shouting (the slightest raising of the voice in Zexion's case) and the chanting that was currently going through Riku's head at high speed. Sora interrupted this splendidly by choosing the perfect moment to shout in Riku's ear. "This is all your fault Riku!"

"What? How is it my fault?" Riku cried indignantly.

"You were supposed to help me stop Axel and Roxas fighting by keeping Axel's mouth shut!"

"Look, I know I'm amazing and all but I'm not a god. Don't ask for the impossible." Riku objected.

Sora gave a very uncharacteristic roll of his eyes. "Uh-huh, sure Riku. Just go over there and break them up!" he pointed to where Demyx was trying to force Axel away while Zexion worked on persuading Roxas to wear the dress. Riku grimaced but walked over there anyway.

"Hey…" he called. "Hey. Listen up!" he finally shouted. "Stop fighting already! Roxas, why can't you wear the dress?"

Roxas scowled. "Don't tell me you don't see a problem with that." Riku shrugged.

"Fine…I guess there's only one thing we can do. I guess I-" Sora beamed. Riku was going so far just to stop the fighting! He knew Riku was a secret pacifist. "I volunteer Sora to wear to wear the dress. Sora, switch clothes with Roxas!"

"What?" Sora ran up to Riku and the others. "Nononono, no! This is the part where you volunteer to wear the dress!"

"Too bad! Look, you said to stop them fighting and I found a solution. Besides, you're the only one who's the same size as Roxas."

"Nononono, no!" Axel cried. "Rox has to wear the dress! He'd never live it down, it's perfect blackmail!" He was silenced with one hit to the back of the head courtesy of a temperamental blond.

With his only ally gone, Sora turned to the one other person who might support him and his crusade against wearing a dress. Sadly, that person had that look on his face. Yes, Demyx was currently supporting an expression similar to that one that women wore but less imagining-something-completely-and-utterly-adorable and more I-just-had-the-best-idea-EVER-and-you're-going-to-hate-it. Demyx grinned and as one with Riku, pounced.

While the whole dress commotion continued on in the living room, Cloud had chosen to quietly make his escape when he had the chance. He was now happily sitting on the bottom steps of the staircase leading to the second floor. Or, he was until Zexion found him.

Now, as a quiet person by nature, Cloud didn't speak much. Neither did Zexion unless it was one of the two languages he was fluent in: sarcasm and scientific jargon. This being established, not many words were exchanged between the two but somehow, Zexion managed to bully the smaller blond who was once his senior into helping with dinner. Then Cloud spotted Leon, who had witnessed their intense stares and correctly guessed the cause of their clashing wills, and was trying to flee down the hallway. This was in vain however, as Cloud quickly latched onto his arm and dragged him along to lessen the workload for himself.

What? They were science partners, and cooking was like science right? This wasn't because he didn't want to be the one wearing the pink apron that was hanging in Demyx's pantry. Poor Leon.

This is all Riku's fault. Sora was sure of it. After all, who was the one who shrunk them all down? Well, mostly Axel but Riku was there too. Who was the one who forced him into a dress just so Roxas wouldn't go into homicidal mode? Demyx, but Riku helped! And now who was the one currently trying to get him to speak to him? All Riku.

"Come on, Sora. I said I'm sorry! How many times do you want me to apologize? I didn't think Demyx would actually force you into the dress, I just wanted them all to calm down."

Once again, Sora turned his back on who he usually called one of his best friends. He heard Riku sigh and move away to turn on the TV. Well, good! Riku could stand to receive the silent treatment more often. Maybe it would teach him not to sacrifice Sora's dignity so carelessly just to achieve what Sora wanted. But still, when he heard the sound of one of the many gaming systems Demyx owned powering up he couldn't help but want to turn around to see what Riku was playing and possibly play for himself.

No! He had to be strong! Just remember the dress. He was not going to give Riku the satisfaction of knowing Sora was curious. But the game sounded so fun.

As he watched Sora squirm, Riku smirked. "You know, you can play too if you want." he called.

Sora froze. So Riku had noticed after all. Well, in that case, "Okay then. But I'm still mad at you!"

The silver haired boy just shook his head and tossed a controller at his friend. "Sure thing. Hey, what about this? If I can beat you at this game, you have to forgive me. If you win, we can switch clothes." Even though Riku would be extremely disappointed if that actually happened. Sora looked cute in that dress.

The brunette himself grinned. "I accept."

"Cloud, you're burning it!" Zexion shouted (or what counted as shouting to him; to other people, it was just the slight raising of his voice).

Cloud hurriedly turned off the oven and waited for Zexion to bustle over and extract the remains of what had once been lasagna from the now-smoking oven. As Zexion dumped the dark matter in the trash and the pan in the sink he turned around only to groan at the bleeding finger shoved in his face. "What the hell, Leon?" he grumbled. "How many times have you cut yourself now? I always thought Cloud would be the one slicing open his fingers when chopping vegetables. For some reason, I took you as more skilled in the kitchen than this."

Leon just stared silently until Zexion groaned again and extracted a band aid from the stash he had taken to keeping on him at all times. Turning back to Cloud, who was attempting to clean the dishes that had held their failures in the culinary arts, Zexion just told him to leave it. Pacing over to the fridge, Zexion peeked inside. "Hmm…" he mumbled to himself. "We've already tried cooking lasagna, salad, chicken, fried rice, and the Chinese food Demyx had in here. You know what? Screw this, I'm ordering pizza." And with that he strode over to the phone.

AN: I don't really have a lot to say except thanks for reading! Not to mention reviews/favorites etc. Any feedback on my writing is much appreciated. See, short right? With that, until the next chapter!