A week later, there was a fight at a corner store.

If it were to be asked about, there would be a different story from each person. Exactly who was there and who was involved varied. Some swore they saw a knife drawn. A few swore they saw a gun. Others swore there were yells, and threats, and insults thrown around.

But no one could embellish and twist the outcome.

Two Disorder members beat two Organization members to death, Roxuld and another man named Alex, while one of the Disorder's members was badly injured.

The death count had grown to three.

And it was this that put the people into a panic. As the tension between the two gangs climbed higher and as the air grew thicker with the smell of blood, the people's fears increased alongside them. Things were getting out of control. It would only be a matter of time before things went from worse to horrible, and it worried the people incredibly, because they knew they had no power at all to stop it.

000

Despite the terror flooding the streets, only two had the key to dislodge it from their minds for a while.

Tonight, Roxas and Xed met again in the abandoned church under the cover of night and under another clever excuse. It was their fourth time here, and the couple had grown quite accustomed to it's rustic, dark charm. Roxas had even brought a radio from The Disorder's hangout (it wasn't missed), so they could listen to music as they talked and enjoyed each other's company.

For some reason, Roxas noticed the brunette was being unusually quiet tonight. Usually she was just as excited as he was, if not more. But instead of being her energetic, bubbly self, she sat next to him silently, staring at the floor with a worried, blank look in her eyes. Seeing her so unhappy made his heart ache.

Placing a hand over hers, the blonde looked up at her. "Xed, what's wrong? Please tell me."

She sighed. "It's nothing, Roxas…"

"It's clearly not 'nothing'."

"I'm just…" she looked up, locking their gazes together. "I'm just really scared…"

"Why?"

"This whole situation…our gangs are whittling down…" She looked down once more. "What'll happen to us?"

"Nothing, that's what." Roxas took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. "We're not going anywhere. No one can separate us. Everything will be alright. I promise."

Encouraged by his words, Xed turned to look at him. There was a little more strength in her gaze, but it was still clouded with doubt. "How can you promise such a thing?"

He smiled at her the best he could. "Because I can. One day, after all this *hit is over with, we're just…we're gonna go somewhere."

"We are?"

"Yes." His grin widened. "We're going to go somewhere, where there isn't a sky full of clouds." Roxas looked up, letting the picture develop in his head. "Just clear blue horizons and a bright sun."

Xed smiled a little. "And what would be under this sky?"

He thought a bit, and shrugged. "I don't know. What do you want to be under it?"

She thought carefully. "…a field of flowers. That stretches for miles and miles."

Roxas grinned. "You got it."

"And all we'll have to do is just lie in it, holding hands." Her smile widened, as she laced fingers with his.

"Cliché, much?"

"Hey, you said I could have anything I wanted."

The blonde laughed a bit. "I did, didn't I?"

The girl smiled. "Roxas…I wish things could always be like this. Just you and me, away from fear and danger. Together forever."

They looked into each other's eyes, their desire and passion apparent.

"Xed, will you marry me?"

"What???" The girl's eyes widened in shock. "Roxas, we're 15! We can't be married!"

A deep blush flooded his face. "Aw, *rap, that wasn't supposed to come out! I…was just thinking of it…"

The brunette smiled a little. "I'd have no problem marrying you when we're older…"

"R-really?"

"Mmhmm."

"Then, uh, let's promise it then." The blonde stuck his hand in his pocket and fumbled around a bit, before pulling out a ring. It had a simple silver band, with an oval-shaped colored stone attached. "It's not a real engagement ring, it's just a mood ring…" he blushed a little. "I saw it in a shop and I thought you'd like it…"

Xed smiled brightly. "Roxas, you're so sweet…"

He grinned and carefully slid the ring onto her finger.

"Thank you so much. I love it." The brunette cupped his cheek with one of her hands and kissed him, deeply. She pulled away and looked him in his endless ocean blue eyes. "I love you…"

"I love you too…" he responded, looking back in her stormy cloud grey ones.

Their lips pressed again, in a kiss that neither wanted to end.

000

The skies were noticeably darker. A storm was surely coming.

Back at The Organization's hangout, the gangsters were furious. They blamed The Disorder for the start of this entire feud. They blamed them for 'making' them kill their member out of hate and revenge. They blamed them for their two dead members. They blamed them for everything.

"Enough is enough." Xemnas growled, his usually calm gold eyes alight with furious passion. "This shall end by our hands and our hands alone."

In the hands of each member be pressed a knife, two knives, even three, to some. They all varied in style and make, but all were sharp and deadly and perfect for their current purpose.

"I officially declare this to be an all-out war between us and those *astards."

And every member cheered to that.

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Oh noes D:

What does Xemnas mean by 'all-out war'? Who's going to be hurt next? Will anyone else die? With Roxas and Xed ever get their cloudless skies?

Stay tuned!

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