Author/s: Skitts and Lamatikah –two fingered salute- (I'M PLAYING AT BEING NORMAL!)
Summary: They were never a perfect family, but they always tried. Even if trying wasn't good enough… AkuRoku .:RikuxSoraxKairi:.
Disclaimer: Who owns Kingdom Hearts this day and age? Who can truthfully say that?
Full Circle
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--Chapter 6—
x-Stupid Grade Niners-x
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Axel blinked slowly as the lamps along the road slowly, one after the other, flickered on with a near deafening 'pfft'. He could feel the heat from Rikku's palm radiate onto his as he intertwined his fingers with hers; it wasn't like they were an 'item', it was just their way of being friends. He eventually stopped at the hall before them, and looked down at the piece of paper in his left hand.
Axel read and reread it, before looking up. Rikku grinned next to him. She, so far, had been staying at Yuffie's house and was happy with that because Axel came over enough. As did Leon. Mindy had been at Lenne's house, and Shuyin had decided to stay over there as well, still with his blueprints of the sewers, always ready to strike when the moment called.
Or at least when Lenne's mother turned her back on them for at least five seconds.
Naminé had been staying over at Denzel's.
Of course, these adopted siblings weren't going to Sora's party, unlike Roxas, who knew that Sora only invited him to do something 'baaaaaad', and Rikku, who was forever trying to assure Roxas that nothing 'baaaaaad' would happen, this was over the phone of course, as they hadn't really seen much of each other for the rest of that week. Roxas stayed stubborn, and would carry onwards, pouting.
He was still staying at Kairi's and Sora was definitely getting sick of it now.
Rikku tugged at Axel's sleeve, willing him to go in.
"I still don't understand how we got dragged to a stupid grade nine party..." he muttered. Rikku flashed him a quick grin. Axel grimaced back, "And Yuffie is probably making out with Leon, right now!" He said, his voice tinted with poison.
Rikku scowled, "Now come on, Yuffie said that he was helping her with her homework, and I'm sure she's telling the truth! C'mon, I wanna go, and see Roxie. I haven't seen him for ages, what with us all living at different houses, and at school, I barely see him 'cuz he's always with Kairi. Geez... it's like he's obsessed with her or something... Well, apparently, according to Roxas over the phone, he won't even be able to hang around with her because Sora was trying to push him out of the picture..." Axel's face twisted into many different types of faces, unable to come up with something witty and sarcastic to say, Rikku just laughed and prodded him on the arm, "C'mon lazy bum! We've got a party to go to!"
Axel shrugged and followed Rikku into the hall.
Inside, there were more kids than they had first expected, and the party didn't seem to have any age restrictions. Apart from scary 20-year-old hobos (or teachers), almost everybody from every age group at the school seemed to milling about, separated off into groups that all seemed to radiate around Sora, all ready to suck up to the host. Riku was stood like a stupid great melon next to the host who was radiating witticism and charm. Riku, however, was not. Sora was being selfish and didn't want to share his airs and graces, nor did he want to share the heavy load in Riku's hands (a plate of typical party food, that people took of Riku, thanked Sora for and then wandered off, acting like the silver-haired one was simply a hat-stand).
Axel clutched Rikku's hand harder as they walked through the crowds. He was surprised at how tall some of the kids there were – some were from grade eleven, imagine. They were even taller than him, which Axel had seriously thought impossible.
That Sora kid must have quite a few friends. Of course, the fact that the silly hat-stand-like creature that was handing out olives at the boy's side was the mayor's son also helped people accept invitations. They all probably thought they'd get knighted simply for turning up or something. Or maybe they thought the mayor's son had some sparkling charisma buried deep down inside – on both counts they were way off the mark. There were no knighting-swords lying under party tables and Riku was a bit of a let-down, compared the shining star that was Sora.
Some time later Rikku gave a short squeal and let go of Axel's hand, to run to Roxas. Axel gave a muffled whimper, and started to walk in the direction he hoped she had left in, pushing past a small collection of little self-proclaimed Sora fan girls, all 'tee-hee'ing as they scattered to let 'o tall one with volcano on head' pass.
As soon as Rikku neared Roxas, the boy gave a muffed squeak of joy and ran/walked up to her. He was unusually happy to see her. It was probably because he was all alone, with either no one he knew, or no one he wanted to know.
Sure, he'd come with Kairi, but Sora had whisked her away immediately at the door, and left him stood there, in roughly the same boat as that poor little kid handing out olives. Maybe it wasn't only Wakka that could do scary hypno mumbo-jumbo with the eyes to make everybody do his bidding. Maybe Sora could too?
"Roxie! So, how've you been?" asked Rikku, crushing Roxas with a hug. Roxas's eye twitched, before he answered.
"I've been fine. Kairi's really nice, and her dad's cool... even though he refers to Kairi as a boy more often than not... and yeah, I'm cool. You?" Rikku contemplated Roxas's speech and smiled.
"I've been great! Axel comes over like nearly all the time, and Yuffie's cool, and likes sugar like I do. And Leon's okay... ish... even though his face broke on Wednesday. And loads of other kids came over, like Tidus, he's cute, and Yuna, she's cool. She looks familiar somehow too... and all sorts!" Roxas smirked, "What?" asked Rikku, seeming a little pained.
"You liiiiiiiiiiiiike Axel don't you?" he asked, leaning forward as he said it. Rikku pouted.
"Do not!" she cried back in retaliation.
"Do to!"
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
"Do not!"
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Sora was being a jerk.
So far, all the way through the party, Sora had been busily shoeing Riku into the corner with a tray of olives in one hand. He obviously didn't want his 'honoured' guests to see Riku in case it ruined his reputation. He was Sora, and as a rule Sora didn't hang around dorky kids. Sure, he was the son of the mayor (not the poor deluded 'The Mayor' of course, but the actual 'the mayor') and he was richer than most of the other kids, and had somehow managed to buy his way into all the popular groups. But he wasn't popular himself – so, henceforth, all he was good at was blending into the furniture with a tray of olives.
Riku sighed, as he stared up at ceiling fixtures, the guests who mostly much taller than him, the floor – anything but in Sora and Kairi's direction.
They were going all 'lovey-dovey-smooshy-icky' on him, and Sora was paying no more heed to Riku than if he were a cauliflower. No, if he were a cauliflower, Sora would have shot him a few casual looks of disgust before dumping him in a trashcan, and so far Sora wasn't even bothering to do that. Not that Riku would fit in a trash can anyways…
"Hello, Sora!" squealed one of the random party guests, running forth from the crowd to pay her compliments to the host. "This is a great party! Me'n'Tidus are really enjoying ourselves!" she giggled, pointing at a sulky blond boy in the corner who was busy doing strict robotic hand gestures to some song, muttering 'techno, techno, techno' under his breath and hacking down any poor kid who dared get in his way with karate like hand movements. Nobody could dare disrupt his 'lovely dancing', or, to be more exact 'mad hand-waving'.
Who did he think he was? Jackie Chan?
"Hiiii-yah…" mumbled Tidus, attempting to karate chop the table in the corner with his head. It probably wouldn't have hurt Tidus that much as Sora was beginning to suspect his head was filled with air and nothing else. Apart from the odd biscuit crumb, of course.
The table however – if he attempted to slice the table apart with his hollow head, that could cause some complications… Better stop him before the punch went everywhere…
"Damn, it's happening again. He always gets excited when the music gets loud," said Yuna with an apologetic look at Sora, before running over to baby over Tidus and spank him and tell him to go stand in the corner hanging his head.
It only took about five seconds into Tidus's punishment for him to start hacking down more kiddies with his hands, to which Yuna rolled her eyes and attempted to drag him outside without her hand being severed from her arm.
Dangerous stuff, techno dancing…
Sora eyes rolled around the scene.
People were packed into every corner, all techno dancing like jerky robots that needed repairs. Techno dancing to Dr. Jones, no less. Oh shudder. Where was the originality? He could see it now, blowing away…
Well, there were two people at the back (two girls to be precise) who were stuck at the back. They looked vaguely familiar, he was sure he'd seen them in a book of some sort. Like maybe the Bible… Along with many other illustrious names, all claiming to be from some province called 'fafenfiction' and their even more almightier God, Tetsuya Nomura. Apparently, they were created by Tetsuya Nomura and these 'writers' on 'fafenfiction' could control whatever they did and, in one casual flick of the wrist, make Tidus attempt to split his head apart on the table.
"I'M GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE!" roared Tidus, bursting through the doors with a deafening bang, Yuna trailing after him, useless as … Yuna… "HAHAHAHA!" continued Tidus, jumping onto the table and starting to sing something about a 'Mr. Roboto', jerking his arms around.
Yuna eventually managed to pull Tidus from the table and dragged him outside with a net.
The two girls in the back laughed softly and vanished in a blur of … snow…
Riku shrugged, starting to formulate an evil plan.
He felt a bit bad – his plan would not only split Sora and Kairi apart, but Roxas would also go un-punished. And if Sora ever found out, he'd be very mad at him, and maybe they wouldn't be friends anymore…
But hopefully, Sora would be too drunk on 'alky-hol' to remember any trace of that night.
Riku smirked, as he glared at Kairi.
She was going to get her comeuppance.
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Axel pushed the cup under Rikku's nose as everyone else watched the rather comical departure of Tidus, being dragged out by Yuna, his all-knowing and almighty (but of course) girlfriend. Or just friend. Or mother. Or owner. Or pet. Or Yuna. No one was really quite sure.
Rikku stared at the cup blankly.
"Me? Drink this?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly as she watched the liquid inside quiver and slosh. She laughed a little nervously as Axel nodded his head, "But, I've never ever tried it before…"
"So, now's the time to start!" he told her, flashing a grin that said quite clearly, 'I've no idea what I'm doing but you trust me, you know you do'.
Rikku gulped. And pouted slightly as she breathed out. "Well… here goes nothing…" she mumbled, her words tumbling out of her mouth before she could do anything about it. She picked up her cup and took a quick sip, very cautiously. Axel watched her carefully as she hiccoughed.
And again.
And again.
And again and again.
"Axel…" she murmured. Axel nodded, still watching her carefully, "Axel, I feel … funny…" Axel smiled.
"Keep drinking… you'll feel funnier…" he urged her to keep drinking. He hoped Roxas would come back from wherever he was just in case Rikku flipped. Because if that happened, then the red-head guessed that all hell would be let loose. So, why was he even urging her on?
"Axel… Is this love potion?" asked Rikku suddenly. Axel wasn't sure on how to answer this question, so he just nodded slowly. He was really hoping that Roxas would come back quick. Rikku had 'that look' in her eye.
Axel gulped, now wishing that he'd chosen a more appropriate time to get Rikku to try her first beer.
Rikku grinned. Axel gulped. Roxas appeared behind the corner.
"I'm back, what did I miss? … Rikku? What's the matter with Rikku?" asked Roxas, looking at his sister questioningly.
Axel turned to Roxas, his back facing Rikku. Roxas turned to see Axel's great excuse.
"Well… I sort of let her have some beer… and well… then now she thinks it's some sort of 'love potion'… I did bad, didn't I?" asked Axel, shifting nervously in his seat. Roxas nodded slowly.
"No wait… you gave her 'alky-hol'? DEAR FAFENFICTIONERS!" he cried, clutching his head, screaming the 'all-round' name for the bunch of Over-Lords.
Axel grinned sheepishly, "Erm… yes… I gave her… 'alky-hol'…? Why is that bad?" he asked Roxas, backing away, not sure if he was really ready for an answer.
"Well, no one in our whole family is allowed 'alky-hol', not after what happened to Uncle Oogie Boogie…" Roxas sighed, unhappily, shaking his head, deep in memories. Oh those fateful, merciless memories…
"Why? Did he change his name to 'Oogie Boogie'?"
"No, he was always called Oogie Boogie…" Roxas muttered, before lifting his head back up to find that Rikku was gone.
Wait.
Backtrack.
"RIKKU'S GONE!" he cried out, quickly forgetting any manners as he pushed his chair back and left Axel to run after Rikku.
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Operation of the Mission of the Vegnagun
"Why did you call it Operation of the Mission of the Vegnagun?" asked Mindy in a rather sarcastic tone of voice, flumped down outside the town hall in a lot of green foliage, the map of sewers spread out before her like some holy map that would lead them to some great treasure. Or maybe two thousand - give or take about five - brothers and sisters, with rainbows zooming around them that blinded people with all the pretty colours.
"Well, I always thought a Vegnagun sounded cool – like a vegetable with a gun," said Shuyin, itching the back of his neck. "And I'm not sure what the difference between operation and mission is, so, er, why not call it both?"
"A clever plan indeed… You have used your brains, Shuyin…" said Lenne, nodding her head in approval. "Sooooo, guys, we've got all our stuff?" she asked, holding up a pile of clothes that magically appeared behind her back. Just like some cheap fafenfiction story, or maybe a corny TV show which majorly screwed gravity, physics, the meaning of life and space over in one merry sweep.
"Yep," said Shuyin brightly, fixing a pair of dark glasses to his face, to shield his identity from the real world. Or at least, a hall full of kids that were taller than him.
"Right, you two go in a make a distraction, and then I'll run in there, steal our siblings away and then we go home, we dance, we schmooze, we eat cake, we get a bit bored of that and then slit their throats," Mindy laughed in an evil way, tapping her fingers together in such a combination that the whole world froze over, lost in her evil-ness.
"Uh-huh," Lenne nodded, as she jumped atop of Shuyin's shoulders, as Mindy handed them one of her Lenne's dad's coats. They wrapped around them, stacked one on top of each other. Lenne looked rather amusing, her little kid-like face peering down from about two metres in the air.
"No way they'll fall for this…" mumbled Shuyin, as Lenne kicked him in the head, amongst the folds of coat that shrouded the boy from vision.
"You'd be surprised…" Mindy mumbled back, a small smile on her face.
Operation of the Mission of the RIKU and the Alky-Hol
Meanwhile, past the border of bold text that separated the exterior of the hall from the interior, Riku was hatching his plan carefully and craftily, like a mother hen pouring steroids into tiny cracks of her eggs, to make her chicks grow up into powerful Arnold Schwartza-za-ni-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-urs. Or however the hell you spellArnold Schwartza-za-ni-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-urs's name. I think I speeeelt it write, butt yoo never no.
Riku was moseying around the table that Tidus had previously been dragged down off, his olives in one hand, eating a few of them every two seconds. Even though all the olives were only succeeding in making him feel even more sick. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten all of those olives…
He sighed, as examined the punch, with fruit juice swirling around in garish patterns in the centre. He sniffed. Nobody noticed what he was doing – nobody had been paying attention to him during the … duration … of the whole party, so why bother paytng attention now?
Hell, if he painted himself blue and ran around like a crazy chicken with its head cut off by an irate farmer's wife nobody would notice. Or, if he ran around painted blue with his head actually cut off… He doubted people would even pay attention, then.
He felt slightly envious of Tidus – even though ungodly (or unfafenfictionistic) force had made him make an ass out of himself, as least Yuna had managed to pull him away, at least Yuna had noticed. Even if really dented his pride.
Maybe it was better to be unseen and unheard… Your reputation couldn't take a frantic nose-dive.
No, you'd be there and nobody would pay attention to you and make you hold olives and hats for the rest of your lives whilst the boy you fancied started to kiss some random red-head called Kairi.
Maybe having no reputation was better than being invisible…
Riku growled, his head all mushed-up and smooshy with thoughts of Arnold Schwartza-za-ni-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-urs and olives and techno dancing, as he picked up a bottle off the table and added it rather craftily to the punch before he lost his nerve or his bottle (my puns will get the better of me /wipes away tear/).
Although, he wasn't even doing it that craftily… He was facing everybody to every body and everything, but people were still mistaking him for a hat-stand, a slave called Jeeves, a creature who carried olives and a general Riku-type create. And everybody thought Riku was a brainless dolt who couldn't plot, scheme or plan for himself and had to hire trays of olives to do it.
But Riku would make a stand, as he was doing right now, glaring at Kairi as she giggled and pulled at Sora's arm, requesting for him to change the song to something by one of her Japanese artists, like Ayumi Hamasaki.
Yes.
In case you were wondering, Riku was poisoning the punch, and that tray of olives he had was really an incendiary device designed to blast him and everybody else in the room to kingdom come, thy will be done.
Either that, or he was spiking the punch
Take your pick.
Personally, I'd go for the first one ... He always was a shifty character.
Operation of the Mission of the Love Potion
Rikku was very happy, after Axel had handed her that happy-drink. She was swaying around the room, bumping into people, the only thoughts occupying her whacked-out brain was to share this lovely feeling she had bubbling up inside her.
She still had that happy concoction of rainbows and flowers and pink hearts in her hand, mostly filled, and even though it didn't look very nice – it was dark brown – if you drunk enough it turned pink. Everything turned pink if you drank enough of it, and you could see doubles of everyone floating around and you grew ten extra toes.
The girl giggled, as she crashed into a group of people, a happy smile as wide as the Nile slapped onto her face.
She walked through the crowds, tottering around straight into groups of people with no cares in the world. Flighty and fancy-free, that was she.
After a few minutes (really, it took a surprisingly long time to get the vast barren plains of the OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM) she finally drew up to the table where the punch sat regally, a half-baked plan forming in her head.
She would simply pour her drink and any others she could find like it into the punch bowl and stir it around! And then everybody would drink it and she could be a good little girl and share that happy feeling inside her. For, on kiddie TV and Lazy Town it taught you to be kind and share. And there was nothing better to share than LOVE.
She paused at the punch bowl, her drink in her hands, and frowned a little when she noticed that it was now only half-full. Or half-empty, to be more pessimistic, but she was too happy to think about things being EMPTY. Meh, the drink must have evaporated on her way there, she figured, flown away to join the big circle of luff in the sky.
"I'm cupid! The happy fairy of love and peace and mischief!" she giggled, saying it over and over. She liked how the words sounded, all slurred and weird and messed up. She said them over and over and giggled a bit more at how silly she sounded.
It was anyone's guess as to why Roxas hadn't found her yet, what with the din she was making, but it might have been because two girls had held him up asking him where the 'la gare' was.
"Pardon madame, c'est où, le port?" asked both of the girls in unison, scary smiles on their faces.
"Er... Who are you?"
"Ich heisse Annika," they both answered.
"I thought you were French...? And now you're German...? Where do you come from...?"
"Scotland."
"What the hell? How did you even get in here?"
"We see all. We know all," they giggled insanely, before disappearing in a swirl of smoke. Voices continued to float around in the boy's mind long after their disappearance, warning him not to get on the bad side of the fafenfictioners, and they knew where he lived. Apparently, their almighty God, Tetsuya Nomura, CREATED his house anyway and they could control him through the power of word and make him start tap-dancing whenever they felt like the situation called for some humour. NOBODY was going to ruin their well-planned out plot for this story (?) or something like that and they would incinerate the ruins of his house if he did not comply.
God, he was going crazy...
Rikku, meanwhile, was crazy, hyped up on love potion, as she poured more and more of the suspicious smelling bottles into the punch, swirling it around with a whacked-out smile on her face, hissing at anybody that approached her.
And also meanwhile, the two 'Annikas' chuckled.
Operation of the Mission of the Win Back Kairi and Have Some Punch Later
Sora smiled as he idly conversed with Kairi the way they used to when they were little. They way they'd used to talk back before Roxas came to the school and everything got flipped around and shook about until it didn't make sense any more.
He remembered when he and Roxas used to be friends... But they just grew apart.
Well, they didn't really grow apart, Belle and Meg pushed them apart.
Sora's plan had worked perfectly, and it had become perfectly clear to him that Kairi never loved Roxas at all, expect for in the sweet fluffy friendship way, where you'd prod each other aimlessly and lay on the sofa back-to-back listening to an MP3 player. Or, say, go on a casual friendly jog with because the boy you'd rather go on the jog with was too busy plotting and scheming on how to hurt your feelings.
Sora was becoming acutely aware of how mean he was being, to Riku, to Roxas, even to Kairi. She didn't have THAT many friends, and there he was, plotting on how to eliminate another one of them. Was he that selfish? Was he so paranoid that any time Kairi so much as looked at another boy he'd scowl and grimace and get out the axe?
If he loved Kairi so much why did he want to hurt everybody close to her?
Maybe if he hadn't scared off all her other friends she'd be a happier, more popular person. The sort of person Riku thought he should date...
And God, he was taking advantage of Riku horribly. Sure he was a little dense and empty-headed, but he was still his friend, wasn't he? Was there a horrible little bug somewhere in his mind that forced him to treat all his friends like crap?
Great friend YOU are, Sora.
And, if he could remove that chip from his brain that told him to treat everybody like crap, maybe he'd consider halting his plan before it got dangerous. Before it hurt anybody.
If he were a richer human being he'd go over and apologise to Riku and stop the party and then maybe apologise to Roxas too, and then all four of them would go get a coffee in a nice little café somewhere and laugh about their follys.
Maybe.
Maybe in that happy little perfect bubble Kairi seemed to live in, where everybody ate cake to forget their sorrows and held hands and sung camp fire songs and laughed and were happy.
Maybe ... not...
He had to finish what he'd started.
"Wait a sec, Kai..." said Sora, with a small smile. "I hafta go and make an announcement..."
He was shaking.
He was having doubts about his amazing plans.
"Why don't you go get some punch?" Kairi asked with a small smile on her face. "It's like, warm. And sometimes people shake when they're really warm..."
Sora laughed, as he made his way over to the punch table.
"Lo-oooo-ve Po-ooo-shun?" asked a rather maniacal girl who was serving the 'lo-oooo-ve po-ooo-shun', a ladle in one hand and a stack of cups in the corner. People were crowding around the table, some cheering and other clapping and laughing. A few kids were lying sprawled on the floor covered in the love potion, and were being stepped on by frantic people clamouring for the punch. Sora tutted at the drunken kids making out at the back and pulling hair (two girls were screaming and hitting each other, claiming Bob loved them, whilst Bob snucken off in the background with a pretty auburn haired girl). Their parents would be ashamed.
He guessed the drink was pretty damn good, what with all the kids attempting to get a cup.
"Yeah, I'll have some lo-oooo-ve po-ooo-shun, thanks," said Sora, being handed a cup. "But, er, miss?"
"YESSSSSS?" asked the girl, leaning down from behind the drink-serving bench, her green eyes swirled in the classic crazy way.
"Where's Riku? He told us he was going over here to sort out the poti- drink..."
"Complications arose."
Meanwhile, our jolly friend Riku was busy banging his head against the wall of the toilet stall, a gag made intricately of spoons and cutlery in his mouth, wrists bound with strings of beige ribbons.
"Oh, thank you miss," smiled Sora, knowing nothing of the catastrophe, as he took a sip of the drink.
He giggled in a rather light-headed, bubble-fish type way.
He was feeling less shaky and more confident already.
Operation of the Mission of the Finding Rikku (Not Nemo)
Roxas traipsed through the crowds, now beginning to get very bored of looking for Rikku. He tried to make it better by thinking of smiley faces that would express his feelings.
And as he thought harder and harder, his brain began to hurt.
He decided to stop that and instead focus all of his attention on the small problem of a missing Rikku.
Wait, scratch that.
A missing, DRUNK Rikku.
Oh the horror.
He must warn everybody!
Ring the alarm bells!
Roxas flopped down on the nearest chair, and sighed. Suddenly, a taller female appeared behind him, and funnily enough, started hitting on him...
Roxas gaped at her with his mouth bobbing open and closed.
"No. Go away! LEAVE ME BEEEEEE!" cried Roxas as he ran away from the crazy woman. He was sure he recognised her as his Math teacher.
He breathed heavily as he fell down on yet another chair. But this did not help his cause as sitting right across from the poor, confused boy was another crazy person. This time a male from what looked like grade 11.
Roxas waved nervously as the kid blew bubbles with his saliva. The kid waved back and hit his fist on the table. He looked like he was trying desperately to make the bubble so big that one day it would CONTROL THE WORLD!
Roxas shifted nervously away from the table, wondering what the hell was happening.
He neared the punch, and surprise, surprise! Rikku seemed to be there. She was pouring out punch for everybody and Roxas didn't trust her.
He crept closer to the table. And closer. And closer...
And closer...
And closer...
And...
"ROXAS DARLING!" cried Rikku as she poured a whole cupful of her 'lo-oooo-ve po-ooo-shun' down his throat. Roxas's eyes widened before he swallowed the mouthful. He closed his eyes as he did so, there was that much to cope with. On opening his eyes, everything seemed much different – it was all pink, and white, and blue, and green.
But not in a normal way.
In a very weird way.
Of course.
He smiled, he liked this drink. He wanted more, and he'd do anything to get some more.
Operation of the Mission of the Scratching Nose
Axel sat.
Axel sat and picked up his drink.
Axel sat and put down his drink.
Axel sat and scratched his nose.
'My mission is complete,' he thought proudly to himself.
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A/N: We were originally gunna have the WHOLE party in this chapter... but I guess you'll have to wait for next chapter for AkuRok- whoops... said too much... I meant... -shufty eyes- AkuRock. Hehe...