Words are just words. Sometimes, they are just said, without any meaning whatsoever. You don't have to take it to heart.

I wished I could have told Roxas that.

The morning of what I dubbed as "The Day I Show Larxene That This Pigeon Can Kick Some Serious Butt" started out differently from usual, probably due to Sora living with us now. I opened the door to the bathroom to see Sora sleeping in the bathtub. I couldn't quite figure out how I was supposed to react to this exactly.

"Sora, wake up!" I hissed.

The brunette jolted up, lifting up a bar of soap while exclaiming, "Stay back! I have soap, and I'm not afraid to use it!"

"...Sora, it's me, Naminé. Can you explain to me why you're sleeping in our bathtub?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Kairi's mad at me, so I can't sleep on the bed."

"There's a couch downstairs, you know..."

Sora shook his head vigorously. "She'd expect me to sleep on the couch, See, last time I slept on a couch with someone who was very mad at me and also in that apartment, I woke up in Pride Lands. Kairi would never think to look for me in the bathtub, thus allowing me to sleep safe."

And Roxas says I'm the crazy one.

At the breakfast table, it only seemed to get stranger. Kairi was in the kitchen, taping cracked and empty eggshells back together again. I walked into the room, sitting by the dining table and proceeded to attempt at a witty remark.

"Kairi, Humpty Dumpty isn't coming back together again; all the king's horses and men tried their best. Incidentally, does that poem suggest the horses also tried to put Humpty Dumpty back together because that would be odd."

"Ha ha, Naminé, but this is serious business right here. Sora's favorite breakfast meal is scrambled eggs, so I had to remove all the yolk parts of the egg, thus he can't eat it. To seal the deal, I'm resealing the eggs to trick him, also bringing his mood down this fine morning. Take that for not using a coaster!" Kairi laughed as she applied more scotch tape to the eggs.

I raised my eyebrow at her explanation. "Uh huh...so where's the egg yolk now?"

"I put it in a Ziploc bag and into the fridge so we can save it for later," Kairi replied.

"Of course you did," I mumbled. "Seriously, how am I the crazy one? Is it me or Sora moving in maxing out all crazy in this house? And oh my god, I keep talking to myself."

The doorbell rang, giving me an excuse to leave the room. I opened the front door to see Roxas holding his car keys up and telling me he'd be taking me to work today. When he saw Kairi taping eggshells, he decided it would be best not to ask.

"Anyway, you sure you want to come along for this?" I asked Roxas. "I'm just telling Larxene to back off and all, and I don't think it's much of a reason to miss work and all..."

"I got someone to cover for me," Roxas replied, shrugging. "Besides, you telling someone off is probably a once in a lifetime moment. Come on, let's go."

"You're going to be outside though," I pointed out. "You won't see a thing."

"...I'm moral support?"

Sora quietly tiptoed downstairs and into kitchen, taking out three eggs from the fridge. Immediately recognizing something was odd about the texture of the egg, he looked to see it was covered with scotch tape.

"What the...?" Sora muttered, cracking the egg to find nothing inside. "Kairi's revenge sure is weird..."

Upstairs, he could hear a loud thud, followed by Kairi yelling, "Sora! Did you have to leave the toilet seat up?"

Okay, here's my big moment. All I had to do was go up to Larxene and tell her how I really feel about her and that she can't continue treating me like garbage. I marched up the blond, taking in a deep breath. Larxene turned to look at me with an unamused expression, waiting for me to say something.

"Larxene, I'd like to tell you that you're a bitch who obviously has a low enough self esteem to steal ideas from an intern like myself. I bet you feel threatened by my presence here and try to push my down for that reason. I'm through being bullied by you."

...is what I would have said if I had any confidence in myself. Instead, I actually said:

"H-hey, Larxene! How...are you?" I nervously chuckled, trying to think of something to say. "Nice...weather...um, I'd like to say that I'm...not exactly happy with our current relationship and I've been having these feelings and..."

"Are you trying to tell me you're a lesbian?" Larxene asked in a very bored tone.

All the male workers turned and looked in our direction now, obvious curious to hear the answer to her question. I shook my head, hearing the multiple sighs around me. Larxene then began to walk away toward the elevator. I followed her, quickly slipping inside before the doors closed.

"What do you want?" she snapped, obviously irritated.

I took in a deep breath before speaking. "I am tired of being bossed around by you, and I want you to credit me for the idea for the advertisement. Being treated like this...it really affects me negatively outside of work as well. If you were to credit me for my idea, that could serve as an opening for me to talk to the others and make friends."

"...disgusting," Larxene muttered after a short silence. "Do you honestly think you're the only one who feels like shit when they're here? For crying out loud, this is a workplace; nobody really wants to be here besides the losers with no lives. You should now that almost everyone here is just in it for the money. Now look at me, I'm on our creative team yet you've only seen me talking to Axel – he's the only one who can put up with me and I can tell he's already pushing his limits. I'm not exactly likeable nor do I act like a team player and have all the qualities of an ideal employee, but I think of pretty damn good ideas every once in a while. And if I don't contribute anything after a certain period of time, guess who is shunned and fired. Plus, I hear unemployment is hard to deal with these days."

I remained silent, realizing that Larxene was speaking the truth. I then felt guilty for thinking all those nasty thoughts about her, not even considering her situation. We continued to move down a few more floors before reaching our stop.

"But...it's still wrong to steal ideas from someone else, Larxene," I said quietly as the doors began to open. "You...can keep my idea, but please admit to me that stealing it was wrong of you."

"You're like a child..." she muttered before turning to me. "Fine, I stole your idea for the advertisement and claimed it was mine and I was wrong to do that."

"Oh? Larxene, you've been acting up once again?" a new female voice said.

We both turned to look forward, seeing the elevator doors were open and Xemnas was standing right there next to a familiar looking brunette. Her emerald green eyes stood out from her medium brown hair that fell from both sides of her face. Wait, I know her...

"Oh, it's you, the girl with the mean boyfriend from before! I didn't know you started working here," she smiled. "I'm Olette, the director of the creative team. I was on vacation with my boyfriend for the past few weeks."

"You're the woman from before..." I mumbled, recalling the day I asked Roxas to dinner and the night Sora and Kairi became a couple. "W-wait! Roxas is not mean...and he's not my boyfriend!"

Xenmas cut in now, obviously not interested in our reunion. "Larxene, you've always been a problem around here, and I had thought your recent contribution could make up for your poor work habits. Now to find that you resorted to plagiarism, I have to let you go now."

I turned to see the expression of Larxene's face, but she stormed off and out of the elevator before I could get a good look. Guilt hit me once more when I realized I was the reason she got fired. I could then hear Olette clear her throat, capturing my attention.

"Well, since Larxene is off the team and you were the one to actually contribute, I'd say we have to acknowledge that this young lady here has potential in this advertising agency," Olette told Xenmas, still smiling. "I'd say she should move up a bit to the creative team?"

"I normally would disagree to raising a lowly intern to a position like that so quickly, but your decisions have yet to backfire or show any sign of trouble. Very well, she is promoted," Xemnas said before walking into the elevator.

I quickly slipped outside, thanking Xenmas as Olette followed the boss. She waved to me before the doors closed.

"Sora, what are we doing?"

The couple sat in the middle of a totally destroyed kitchen, the wallpaper having burn marks and miscellaneous pots and vegetables lying on the floor. Kairi's hair was a complete mess, strands sticking out and part of it burnt, while Sora was coughing due to the smoke all around them.

"I think we were arguing about how you messed up with my laundry," Sora managed to say, trying to suppress his coughs.

"Nope, we're in the kitchen..."

"Oh...I think we were arguing over how I don't call your mom enough."

Kairi shook her head, trying to recall that memory. "That was upstairs; I remember that because I tried to push you out the window."

"Right...we were arguing over the dirty dishes?" Sora guessed, looking at the shattered plates all over the floor.

"Sora," Kairi began, "why are we so miserable and fight all the time now? This...just has to stop! It's just too much to stress and chaos. Why is living together so hard? Are we not ready for it?"

Sora shrugged. "We've been together for most of our lives, so how can we not be ready for this? Gosh...I never acted this crazy before in my life. It's like I'm not the same person I used to be."

"We all change, Sora, and it just has to happen," Kairi sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I miss the honeymoon phase of our relationship, where everything just seemed to be simpler than it is now. Now, I don't even think make-up sex can fix our problem because we'll just fight again." Her voice became quieter before she finally said, "Maybe we should take a break."

Silence hung in the air as Sora's eyes widened at what Kairi had said. Once the words completely sunk in, he gritted his teeth and cursed quietly to himself, clenching his hands into fists. Sora's fists pounded on the wall repeatedly, Kairi remaining silent as the sound went on.

"A break...Breaks always end in break ups don't they, Kairi?"

"Not always...they can actually help a relationship and save it. We just need to spend some time apart for a while, and we can start it back up whenever we're ready," Kairi tried to reason.

"Time apart...it's like long distance, which never works out. Who's the say during this break you won't find yourself another guy and run off with him, huh? It always ends like that, one of us finding someone new and leaving the other behind," Sora responded, raising his voice. "Relationships shouldn't have breaks. You're either in a relationship or it is over. Breaks are just an excuse to screw other people."

Kairi bit her bottom lip, looking toward the ground. "Why do you have to be like this? We've already went over this, Sora, and what we went over is that I love you. Why are you so paranoid that some other guy is going to take me away? You're my hero..."

"The hero you're kicking to the curb," Sora muttered. "I don't know, but when it comes to you, I get more insecure than I usually do and it sucks."

"So you don't have faith in our relationship? You don't trust me enough that you have to constantly attack Roxas for no good reason? How do you think I feel when you do that? What if I constantly attacked Naminé because you happened to have a crush on her when you first met her?"

"I never said I didn't have faith in us - in you. Kairi, I love you too, so much that I don't know what to do with myself now. I just think you can do so much better than me, and that makes me worried. Look, if you love me the way I love you, I beg that we don't do this break thing. Taking a break...it's like we're giving up."

"We're not giving up," Kairi began to cry, chocking on her words. "A break will help us, and I know it will...please, don't look at me right now."

Sora stared on Kairi with a painful expression, trying to keep his composure and resisting the urge to run. "Don't cry...don't cry, Kairi...I don't know how to comfort you right now."

"I love you, Sora..."

"...don't cry..."

At the front doors, I saw Roxas waiting for me, listening to his mp3 player to pass the time. I smiled upon seeing him, rushing to the blond to tell him about my day. I told him about being promoted and he congratulated me, causing a blush to form on my cheeks. He then told me he'd take me out for ice cream.

In front of the building as Roxas and I walked toward the car, Larxene slammed the glass doors open and marched toward us with a frightening expression. Her green eyes bored right through my head as she gritted her teeth.

"You little bitch! I hate you!" she snarled, animated by her rage. She then proceeded to yell various and unneeded curse words and profanities, and I would be lying if I said they didn't hurt me at all. "I mean – son of a bitch! You motherfucking retarded piece of shit!"

And that's when Roxas snapped. His mp3 player flew by, barely missing Larxene's head and crashing into the doors behind her. Next thing I knew, Roxas was in front of Larxene, giving her a cold, hard stare while covering her mouth with his hand.

"Shut up," Roxas demanded, his fingers digging into her skin, "or next time, I'll get more creative with what I decide to throw, and I won't miss."

I stepped forward, nervous because of Roxas's behavior. "R-roxas, what are you doing?"

"She wouldn't shut up. She wouldn't shut up just like everyone else wouldn't shut up, acting all superior just because of what she did to you!" Roxas then became silent, deciding not to continue what he was saying. He let go of Larxene and headed toward the car, muttering, "Come on, let's go..."

As he drove, I kept stealing glances at Roxas, who was staring out of the road with a blank expression. The silence between us was killing me, though I doubt it was the time to break out with a random word like last time. There seemed to be a scary distance between us right now.

"Roxas, are you okay? Larxene...she didn't direct those words to you or anything," I tried to say reassuringly.

"...I know."

It took a lot more courage out of me to say what I said next. "Did...does 'she' have anything to do with this? You know...the girl who you think of when people touch you?""

"...yes."

Here it goes. "Who is she?"

Before Roxas could respond, my phone began ringing. I planned to ignore it to hear Roxas's answer, but it seemed like Roxas wasn't going to talk anymore about it. I picked it up, finding it was Kairi who was calling.

"Naminé, I think Sora and I broke up."

A/N: Drama O_O The next chapter actually planned to more lighthearted, with more drinking 8D And there will be a flashback. Actually, I might cut out of the flashback if the rest of the chapter is long enough. As for this chapter, sorry if the Sora/Kairi break up feels abrupt at all. It's kind of needed for the flashback, which may or may not be included now O_O

Oh, and if you're a fan of TMOHS and like Haruhi/Kyon, I suggest reading Meet the Suzumiyas if you haven't already 83 Just finished reading it and loved it. Though part of the ending seemed a bit meh.

See ya next time folks!