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But anyway... I know you all were dying to find out what has happened with Namine and Kairi... I do neglect them.

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To fix that, I've dedicated half of this chapter to them.

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Ten Reasons Why I'm having a Roxas Suicide Moment:

A list by Naminé Strife:

1. I'm being dragged down the mall's walkway against my will by a savage redhead.

2. I've contemplated biting my arm off in a last chance effort for life.

3. There have been thoughts running rampant in my head about escape strategies which involve her falling to her doom from the top of a building.

4. I've actually thought about reasons to have her on top of a building to push her off of it.

5. I also have an alibi for when I'm taken to the cops for pushing her off of a building.

6. I texted Cloud, and he assured me he'd cover for me when I was arrested for pushing her off of a building.

7. I was suddenly overtaken with the desire to glare at everyone for no real reason.

8. People are starting to stare because anytime I try to pull away, the she-devil decides to pull me closer and whisper unmentionably awful things in my ear.

9. I'm blushing as she says these things.

10. For some awful, horrible reason, I like it when she does that.

"Oh, look! A cupcake hut! Isn't that cute, Naminé? Let's go buy some cupcakes!" Kairi dragged Naminé away from the clothing store and went over to the food court at the Twilight Town mini mall, Twilight Town's only real source of income apart from The Strife Coffee House and the police force's awful habit of pulling people over for going only one mile-per-hour over the speed limit. They'd then give their poor victims a speeding fine of at least fifty dollars, and laugh at them when they cried.

The police in Twilight Town weren't very nice. But that's how they made money, so the inhabitants of Twilight Town loved them anyway.

Except for Cloud. He's plotting against them. Well, one specifically.

"It wouldn't work if I pulled away right now and ran, would it." It wasn't a question, and Kairi just laughed at it as she went to the counter of the cupcake stand and ordered two large chocolate cupcakes.

"Of course not! I'd just chase you down and tackle you. Wouldn't the crowd here just love a show like that?" Kairi taunted with a sadistic smile on her face. Naminé sighed sadly and reached into her bag to pay for her cupcake that she technically never wanted, but Kairi took her bag from her before she could pull her wallet out.

"Ah, ta, ta… I'm paying. It wouldn't be right of me to kidnap you from work and spend your hard earned money." Passing over the proper amount, including the exact change, Kairi then dragged a surprised Naminé to the smoothie shop and order two large smoothies, paying in exact change there as well. Naminé could hardly fathom the kind of person that pays in exact change, and could hardly imagine why Kairi felt it necessary. Apart from herself, she knew no one to pay in exact change, but here Kairi was, paying with every penny, quarter, dime and nickel she had.

It made Naminé suspicious of her.

Kairi pulled Naminé forcefully to a table with two seats and plopped down into one of the seats, smiling invitingly as she handed Naminé her cupcake and smoothie. Hesitantly taking them, Naminé sighed and sat down, shaking her head.

"It won't work, you know." She said softly, fiddling with the cupcake's wrapping. It was a cute cupcake with multi-colored butterflies made of icing on the top, and small edible flowers that looked bright and happy, a direct contrast to the winter weather they were experiencing outside. Though it didn't snow often in Twilight Town because of the climate, every now and then it would dump buckets of snow on the ground and that made Naminé nervous. She was famous for wearing all white, and if she got lost in the snow, how would people find her if she blended in perfectly?

She'd be dead as a doornail. Just forget the fact that a doornail can't be dead because it's inanimate.

"What won't work?" Kairi asked coyly, wrapping her mouth around the smoothie and taking a long sip. Naminé didn't like how Kairi had bought smoothies when it was frosty outside with temperatures that could make ice fill the birdbaths instead of water. Why would she buy a cold drink when it was cold outside? That was like having hot chocolate when it's ninety degrees and it feels like one hundred.

"You've been watching me." Naminé replied softly, nibbling on the edge of the cupcake. "So you know that I pay in exact change because I suffer from a very small form of O.C.D. So you noted this and most likely other odd quirks that I have, and you decided to mimic them in the hopes that I'd feel attracted to you because we're similar. It's the same reason that Axel gets straight black coffee instead of something that is more fitting of him. He hopes Roxas thinks that Axel's cool because he enjoys a mysterious cup of coffee. But the joke is on you because I'm not as unobservant as Roxas, and I noticed Axel doing these things. You're similar to him, so it's easy to see that you act the same as he does."

Kairi watched Naminé, a small smile gracing her lips as she continued to suck on the straw for the blessed smoothie treat that was sure to follow. Slowly, she nodded in approval and relinquished the straw from her attack, licking her lips slowly and grinning.

"When you have small tangents like that, your cheeks turn a little pink. I think it's cute." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Naminé's eye twitched.

"You obviously only care about looks, so speaking around you is a waste of time." She snapped irritably. Normally Naminé was calm and collected and in control, but for some reason being around Kairi changed that. She would become angry, snappy, and irritable, and a couple of times she could see why Roxas hated the world so much.

Of course, Kairi ate it all up.

"You're the one that's overanalyzing this." Kairi remarked, smiling.

"I'm not overanalyzing anything!"

"Oh yes, yes you are… you feel that you have to correct your brother's mistakes in their relationships because for the most part, they're helpless. None of them truly know what they're doing, so you feel that it's your responsibility so that they're not alone. It's nice that you do that, but it makes you analyze things to the point that it makes having simple conversations with you difficult because anytime someone opens their mouth you don't want to take their words at face value. Yes, you're right. I paid in exact change because I noticed that it's something you do. However, that's not my plan of attack to make you want me." At the end of her winded reply, Kairi took a bite of her cupcake and chewed slowly, watching Naminé with calculating eyes.

"You're… that's not?" Naminé asked weakly. Nervously, her hands flew to her hair to adjust her bow, panic rippling along her spine. She was wrong? That wasn't part of Kairi's plan? Since when was Naminé ever wrong in regards to plans and relationships? It was Naminé, for Pete's sake!

"No, my plan is far more elaborate, and it actually has a chance in hell of working." Kairi kept smiling and took a long sip of her smoothie, eyes on Naminé the entire time. Her eyes were like Axel's, Naminé realized. They were cat-like and hypnotic, with long lashes that framed the bright splashes of dark blue.

Naminé hated them.

"And what's your plan? You really think I'll fall for it?"

"Oh yes… you'll fall right for it hook, line, and sinker." Kairi leaned in a little like she was about to divulge in a great and terrible secret and, instinctively, Naminé leaned in as well.

"What is it?" Naminé asked quietly, watching her. Though she didn't want to admit it, she was curious. What made Kairi think that she'd fall for her? What made her think that she had something so amazing that Naminé wouldn't be able to help falling in love?

"If you kiss me… I'll help you with your brothers' love lives." She whispered quietly.

Naminé could only stare.

"I know Axel and I've slowly begun to know Roxas, so I know how to help you twist them into each others' arms. And I know the secret to helping Sora and Riku. Demyx and Zexion are alright, I think, and Larxene even has a chance at something worthwhile. Cloud and Leon have some work to do. And I know how to do it." Kairi continued like she hadn't just shocked Naminé into utter silence, which she had. Naminé's eyes were as wide tennis balls, and her mouth was open a little, frozen in that position.

Of course, Kairi couldn't resist plopping the cherry from her smoothie right into Naminé's mouth.

Naminé jerked back and inhaled the cherry, gasping and choking as it hit the back of her throat and successfully choked the air from her lungs.

Those cherries will really get you when you're not paying attention. They have a vendetta against those who put them in smoothies, and once they think they have a chance, they attempt to kill their victims as retribution for being stuck in such cold and frothy drinks.

"Are you alright?" Kairi asked innocently as Naminé swallowed the cherry and gasped for breath, feeling lucky that she'd actually survived such a violent and random attack. For a second all she could do is stare at Kairi incredulously, unable to see why such a person was able to affect her this much. Naminé was a careful, reserved person that was rarely caught off guard like she was just then. People didn't surprise her; she had people figured out before they ever got to know her. No one was able to disarm her and inadvertently make her choke via cherry.

What made Kairi so different?

"I see that I've stunned you into silence." Kairi smirked, her mouth curling at the edges the same way her brother's did. "Of course, because I've given you such a wonderful offer, you probably didn't hear the price I marked for such assistance."

"Price…?" Naminé echoed, sure that her ears were deceiving her. They did that sometimes, when she wanted a certain answer that people didn't give her. Those damn ears… they'd be the death of her, for sure.

If the cherries didn't get to her first.

"Yes, price. I'm not a stupid girl, Nami, and I'm not always giving and kind to people. The only time I'm that kind-hearted is when I know that there's something in it for me. Like now? You need help with your pitiful brothers and sister… and I have a way to help." As the words really registered in Naminé's head the gears began to turn and her thoughts finally made sense to her.

"What's your price?" Naminé inquired warily, ready for something that would blow her out of her socks.

"Like I said before; I want you to kiss me."

Naminé frowned and leaned back into her chair, thinking carefully about what Kairi just said. Of course Kairi meant a kiss on the lips –Naminé wasn't stupid enough to think she'd allow something like one on the cheek. It would be nice, but Kairi would probably raise hell until Naminé conceded and then kissed her on the lips. That would mean Kairi received two kisses.

And Naminé wasn't going to give her something like that.

Of course, if she kissed her and sealed the deal, that meant she'd have to be around Kairi even more than usual, and it would have to be willingly. There would be no running away. People would begin to talk and instead of the Strife brothers being the topic of conversation it would be Naminé and her seductive girlfriend.

Not that Naminé thought she was seductive.

No, not at all.

She was just thinking what other people would say –it wasn't because she actually thought that about Kairi.

"You claim to have a plan, but how do I know that it's going to actually work?" Naminé asked quietly.

"I'm not sure about how you feel on the matter of gambling…" Kairi mused, "It would be a gamble to do this. I think it will work because I'm one hell of a woman, but boys are some of the dumbest creatures I've ever seen." Naminé started to nod her head in agreement but stopped herself before Kairi could think they had something in common.

That would be just terrible.

"Of course, you could just be saying that it will work so that you get what you want." Naminé remarked.

"What other options do you have, hmm…? Do you have some sort of white rabbit hiding up your sleeve?"

"White rabbits are in hats. I think you're trying to ask if I have an ace up my sleeve." Kairi waved a hand dismissively at Naminé's correction. Naminé had to wonder at Kairi's intelligence though, at that statement. How on earth could she have fit a white rabbit up her sleeve anyway?

"Details, dear… you're avoiding doing what you know that you're going to do."

"And what do you think I'm going to do?" Naminé demanded, sitting up again.

"You're going to lean across this table and kiss me." Kairi retorted matter-of-factly. Naminé couldn't help but let a Roxas trademark scowl grace her pale features, and suddenly she felt a little bad for the people that she regularly manipulated. This must be how Roxas feels when he's accosted by Axel –trapped and waiting for an opportunity to escape. Maybe this was God's righteous punishment for her? She could almost see him sitting in those poofy white clouds, grinning and thinking, there you go, Naminé, that's what you get for meddling in your brothers' lives.

Damn.

"You do realize that the only reason I'm kissing you is because you're forcing me to?" Naminé pointed out, picking at her cupcake. Using her nails she carefully destroyed each beautifully crafted butterfly and flower, savagely wishing that it was Kairi's face.

Roxas was really starting to rub off on her.

"No one's forcing you to do anything, Naminé. You have the choice to say no." Kairi grinned, leaning in and taking a long sip of her smoothie. "Of course, that means that your brothers will continue to run in circles, going nowhere like chickens with their heads cut off."

"That was a very vivid, disgusting description of how they're acting." Naminé blanched as she pictured headless chickens, disliking how her imagination made them bloody, and icky looking.

"Yet you didn't disagree with the description."

"Because I'm not stupid."

"And that's why you're going to kiss me."

Naminé glared at Kairi, inwardly vowing that after her mission was over and done, she'd be through with meddling. She should have seen the writing on the wall. No one could reign as long as Naminé and survive without something knocking them from their pedestal. Even in Greek Myth, strong champions fell at one point or another due to some sort of weakness. For Achilles it was that damned heel, for Narcissus it was his unfortunately beautiful face.

For Naminé, it was Kairi's horrible knack for being as smart as Naminé was.

Kairi watched Naminé's face carefully as her expression slowly changed from indignation to resignation. Her eyes hardened into determination as though she had to force herself to do this, and it made Kairi's lips curl up into her trademark smirk. Naminé stood up slowly and the chair scraped on the tiled floor, the sound somehow drowning out the steady chatter from the people around them. Naminé's ears roared and she felt hyperaware of everything. Her wool shrug felt itchy on her skin and her white shirt clung against her. She could feel where she'd accidently burned her scalp trying to fix a cowlick with her straightener this morning, and she could feel the heat from the vents in the room.

Hesitantly she stood beside Kairi's chair and fidgeted, gripping her shirt and twisting the material. It was only a kiss, right? Who cared about kisses? It wasn't like she was losing her virginity. All a kiss consisted of was a pair of lips being pressed to another pair, right? There wasn't any math or chemistry involved.

It was hard to think so logically though when Kairi wouldn't look away from her, gaze predatory and entirely too smug for Naminé's liking.

Letting out another sigh, Naminé clenched her jaw and inched a little closer. It was just a stupid kiss. Hell, Naminé could go and kiss anyone and it wouldn't be thought of twice! Why was she so nervous?

Maybe it was because it was her first kiss?

Taking a deep breath in, Naminé finally was able to muster what little courage she could find, and with a swift swoop in, she pressed her lips firmly against Kairi's.

Axel was limping.

Axel was limping, and he was sporting a fat lip.

Axel was limping, sporting a fat lip, and heading to the coffee shop where he felt he'd get some sort of sympathy after he was attacked.

Axel was limping, sporting a fat lip, heading to the coffee shop for sympathy, and keeping an eye out for scary, short, dangerous brunettes with sticks.

Why was he limping, sporting a fat lip, heading to the coffee shop for sympathy, and keeping an eye out for scary, short, dangerous brunettes with sticks?

Sora.

That's all that had to be said.

"I don't know why he went after my face…" Axel grumbled to himself, touching his lip tenderly. The swelling would most likely go down after a day or so, but it still irked Axel immensely. Why did Sora feel the need to whack him in the face with a stick?

As The Strife Coffee shop appeared in his sight and Axel saw the tell-tale sign of Roxas working, he remembered why.

How could he forget?

He'd totally screwed up that date with Roxas.

Feeling dejected and down in the dumps, Axel made his way into the coffee shop and headed to the counter where Roxas was standing, glaring at a stain on the counter and scrubbing at it like it'd stolen his firstborn child. Did Roxas have a firstborn child? No, but if he had one, he must have suspected that stain of stealing it.

We're forgetting the fact that stains can't steal children.

Unable to help himself, Axel leaned down and whispered quietly in his ear, "Miss me?"

Roxas jerked back from the stain and Axel, rag held up defensively like it would be able to protect him from Axel's flirtatious nature.

Tough chance of that.

"What do you want?" Roxas demanded, scowling. His lips were scrunched up like a shriveled prune, his eyes dark and furious. Feeling like he had to somehow calm Roxas down, Axel dropped to his knees and poked his lips out in an effort to emphasize the ugly, fat lip that distorted his mouth awkwardly. It had to work; surely Roxas would see his pain and sympathize, promising to get revenge for Axel's perfect face being ruined?

"What the hell happened to your face?" Roxas demanded.

Oh. Well, never mind then. Forget about pity and sympathy.

"Sora attacked me!" Axel whined pathetically, standing up and making himself look as forlorn as he possibly could. Roxas raised an eyebrow at that and snorted, dropping his rag into the soapy water under the counter, still not showing any sympathy or concern.

"He had a stick, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"Why did you let him get a stick?"

"I didn't know he had a stick!"

"You're pathetic…" Roxas sighed and shook his head, moving along the counter. He then surprised Axel by pulling up part of the counter where the employees entered from, silently giving Axel permission to enter into his domain.

Roxas was letting him come closer?

Oh, this was too good to be true.

Feeling like he'd passed some sort of test, Axel cautiously made his way past the barrier between customer and worker, watching Roxas' scowl lessen a little as he closed the barrier and headed into the back of the shop, going into the area that Axel usually saw Larxene sneak off to. Axel, not sure if he should follow, fidgeted for a moment by the mocha machine. Should he push his luck and follow Roxas into the unknown? Or should he stay put and play it safe for once?

"Are you coming or what, dumb ass?" Roxas snapped from the back room.

Well, problem solved.

Grinning, Axel followed him in and looking around the nice area where there were several different chairs and couches to rest on. Seeing that Roxas was sitting on the large white leather couch, Axel laid down on it and placed his head in his lap, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"You're pushing your luck." Roxas informed him, trying to push his head from his lap, his usual glare in place.

"Don't I always?" Axel smirked, but immediately flinched as Roxas smacked him on the forehead a little harshly.

"Get your head off of my lap." Roxas barked, scowl back in place as he successfully pushed Axel off of the couch. Axel was too distracted to notice that he'd been pushed from the couch; instead, he was gripping his forehead in pain, staring up at Roxas, hissing softly.

"Careful, careful, I just got beat up by your brother! Don't you have any sympathy for me?" He complained from the floor, clearly distraught. He could hardly fathom why Roxas didn't feel sorry for him. Couldn't he tell that Axel was clearly in pain? Why wouldn't he want to make him feel better? Maybe he'd give him a hug? Or a kiss?

Or maybe some feel better sex?

Hey, Axel could dream.

"I have plenty of sympathy. It's just not directed at you." Roxas replied, smirking triumphantly as he laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes, relishing in the small break he was taking. Gingerly, and ever so carefully, Axel pulled himself back onto the couch and sat next to him, laying his head back as well.

"You wound me." Axel remarked jokingly, smiling a little and closing his eyes.

"No, Sora wounded you. You were just stupid enough to think I'd pity you." Was the ever caustic and sardonic reply. Axel laughed a little and cracked his eyes open to glance at Roxas.

"He may wallop me with sticks, but it's your rejection that really cuts me deep." Axel stated, looking back up at the ceiling and closing his eyes, smiling a little. He liked this… this brittle sort of conversation they were having. It wasn't anything serious but it wasn't something that he felt could get him into trouble. Roxas was talking to him without threatening castration, and he was even sitting less than a hand's breadth away from him.

Axel loved it.

"Does it now?" Roxas laughed uncaringly and shook his head, keeping his eyes closed. Axel turned to watch him, wanting to see what he was doing. Though his laugh seemed uncaring, there was a genuine smile on his face like he was having a good time and he seemed actually relaxed for once.

And Axel was sitting right there. Relaxing with him.

"Yes, it does." Axel nodded firmly, smiling. "I feel as though I'm going to fall into a pit of despair and never return from the darkened depths of loneliness and heartache because you turn me down all the time. Even in my hour of need for some sympathy and a tender hand, you harden your heart to me and turn me away like a mongrel! I will wither into cold, heartbroken dust unless you do something to make me feel some semblance of love."

And then Roxas laughed.

"Oh my god," Axel said quietly, eyes bugging from his head, "you have the ability to laugh?"

"Shut up," Roxas snapped, still laughing, "I'm not a robot, ass hole."

"You're the one calling people names. I just wasn't aware that your vocal cords could vibrate and create cheerful chuckles." Axel defended himself, grinning. He decided that he liked this sort of banter with Roxas. It wasn't sexual but it wasn't stupid or childish either.

Okay, maybe it was stupid, but at least Roxas seemed to be enjoying himself.

"I know people think I'm some sort of heartless bastard," Roxas grumbled, a scowl crossing his face, "but I'm not. I'm not as bad as people think." Smiling even more, Axel leaned in and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close and ignoring the noise of surprise and protest that escaped Roxas' wicked lips.

"I know you're not… why do you think I try so hard?" Axel replied easily, batting away Roxas' hands as he pushed at Axel's side in an attempt at freedom.

"Because you're a freakish stalker that's thinking with the wrong head?" Roxas supplied, scowling and whacking him in the ribs. Wincing, Axel shook his head and merely pulled him closer.

"Though that may be true… it's because I know the real Roxas. There's no one in this world that can have just one emotion. You're just hiding all of your other ones away from me for some selfish, unknown reason. And until you open up to me and let me see everything about you, I'm going to be stalking you until you die." Axel smiled a little at his small speech. He felt sort of smart and romantic saying something so sweet and caring that also seemed as though he was a bright and intelligent man. He wasn't exactly sure if Roxas had other emotions, but he did want to find out if he did.

Roxas would have to melt after a speech like that.

"Unless I kill you first," Roxas stated coolly.

Well damn.

That wasn't exactly what Axel was expecting.

"See? You're amazing…" Axel laughed and rolled onto his back on the couch, pulling Roxas with him so that the younger male was lying on top of him. Roxas, indignant and horrified, pushed at Axel's chest to sit up.

"Axel, let me up!" He demanded, struggling to scramble away from him. Axel laughed and shook his head, pulling him closer and snuggling up to him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

"But it's so comfortable like this, Roxas…" He cooed, smiling and closing his eyes like he was about to fall asleep.

"Don't you dare go to sleep Axel or I swear I'll kick your ass!" Roxas snapped, struggling against him harder and pushing at his chest, growling in frustration. Axel wasn't going to give up that easily though. He had many different tricks up his sleeve to get Roxas to do what he wanted, and now that he had them in this situation, he could use his ace in the hole.

"You know, I just have to tell you something…"

"I swear to the holiest relic that my father's ever salivated at the thought of owning-"

"It was going to come up sooner or later, so why not talk about it now?"

"That I will drag your sorry carcass to a dessert bound, gagged, and bleeding-"

"I mean, I guess it seems a little bit awkward, thinking about it…"

"And I will drop you from your sorry, despicable truck bed right into-"

"Not to me of course, but when do I ever feel awkward?"

"A large patch of pointy, poisonous cactuses and leave you to-"

"Hell, it happens all the time –that is, whenever I'm around you."

"Die slowly and painfully, alone because I'll drive your god-awful stick shifting truck-"

"So I guess I'll just come out and say it."

"Right on back to this god-awful hick town and-"

"The more you move against me like that Roxas, the more you turn me on." He sighed, opening his eyes and studying him, smiling.

"…What?"

"I said, the more you move against me like that, Roxas, the more you turn me on." Axel repeated, a devilish grin on his fac. Horrified, Roxas immediately stopped moving at stared at him, eyes wide in panic. It was like seeing an animal cornered with nowhere to run. It was like seeing a squirrel in the road when it wasn't sure whether to run left or right in escape from a speeding car.

It was kind of funny, seeing it on Roxas' face.

"Axel," Roxas hissed, the shock slowly morphing into rage as he kept his body very, very still. "Axel, let me go, please?"

"Why would I when you're being so mean to me? Besides… I'm extremely comfortable like this. You're very, very warm." Axel smiled warmly up at Roxas and kissed the tip of his nose. Glaring, Roxas started to make a move to try and escape before remembering the predicament that he was in, freezing once more.

"Please, Axel? Will you please just let me get up?" He pleaded, much to Axel's pleasure. When Roxas wasn't glaring and hissing profanities, he actually looked quite adorable. His large blue eyes that were usually narrowed in evil promises of pain were open with innocence and kindness. His pouting mouth was perked and hopeful, attempting to seem more inviting than the usual cold, snarling scowl that marred it.

Without thinking, Axel leaned in and kissed his lips lightly.

It was probably a stupid idea; Roxas never seemed to like Axel's kisses, no matter how hot they were or how gentle they could be. He always seemed angry with the idea that Axel wanted him, so Axel was slightly tensed, ready for the blow that he was sure he would receive.

He was surprised when no such blow came.

Roxas instead was kissing him back.

It wasn't a rushed, hurried kiss. Yet it wasn't a slow and sensual kiss that would leave someone begging for more. It was soft and sweet and for once Axel didn't have the desire to push for more. Carefully, he moved his lips against Roxas', relishing in the fact that it wasn't because he was drunk or too surprised to react.

There's a first for everything.

Slowly, Roxas pulled away to stare at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. It was the same look he'd given before, when Axel had kissed him in the office, except this one wasn't complete with a firm backhand on the cheek. Instead, it was as though Roxas liked what had happened, like he wanted it to happen again. At the same time though, it looked like he wanted to run away, and run away as fast as his firm, toned little legs could carry him, but Axel wouldn't let that happen.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" Roxas asked quietly, staring at him. Smiling a little, Axel let go of him and ran his fingers gently through Roxas' hair, studying the different highlights and colors that seemed too numerous to be natural.

Axel wasn't one to talk though… most of his high school years were spent showing people that yes the carpet did indeed match the drapes and that no he didn't dye both!

It was mentally scarring to have so many people ask, especially since one of those people was his own mother.

"Because secretly you don't want me to." Axel replied with a laugh.

"God, I hate you."

"That's not nice; why do you hate God?"

Roxas then took it upon himself to hit Axel as hard as he could in the chest, trying his hardest to hide the small smile that was threatening to take over his face at Axel's less than stellar humor.

And Axel was just fine with that.

Five Reasons Why I'm Terrified:

A list by Axel Flurry

1. I might have to walk home alone… the last time I was alone, Sora struck.

2. Any one of Roxas' family members could walk in at this moment and decide that they don't like the fact that Roxas is on top of me. Seeing as how the weakest one in the family reduced me to a pitiful pile of mush, I'd hate to see what the strongest could do.

3. I have a morbid, horrifying fear of homeless people attacking me because I'm too damn sexy to resist.

4. This has happened before. Therefore, the fear as grown.

5. I might accidently mess this up with Roxas because it's inhumanly impossible for me to just make things work the right way the first time. (Ex: When I attempted to create the motorcycle alarm the first time, I nearly blew my hand off)

Hit or miss?

Let me know in a review!

And thanks to my beta, Azure Teriques, for looking over this for me!

So I'm realizing that I'm very happy with Axel... he's doing a swell job, no?

Wouldn't it be just awful if I messed that up?

: )

You've been warned...

:)

I'll update soon!