I needed that dagger back. Larxene can't find out I've lost it; I'd be dead. I've been trying to get back to that house for days. Every time I turn though, Larxene is watching me like a hawk. What's her deal? I have to get back to his house. I wonder what he's doing now…

"Roxas!" I jump as Larxene barks my name. I look up from the food I was moving around my paper plate. She's right in front me, glaring down. Shit. How'd she get so close without me noticing? I need to stop thinking about Axel. It's affecting my ability to do my job.

"Why," she continues, shoving a bag in front of my face. The clanking of metal can be heard as she shakes it. "Has your share of intake been so small these past few days? You're my best thief. This is pitiful." I knew this was coming. Without a weapon, I've been forced to scrounge for even the smallest steals. She leans down to my ear and whispers tauntingly, "We wouldn't want something to happen to Sora, would we?"

I jump up, ready to attack, but Larxene's finger lands at the base of my neck; it hovers above my skin. I can feel the tingling of electricity coming off her finger, even from inches away.

"Leave my brother out of this."

"I can't do that, Roxas." She smirks. "And don't forget," Her hand gets closer to my skin. "I am the one who saved you two." I hiss in pain as a spark is let into my chest, Larxene's smirk widening. She releases me and turns.

"Get out of here." She says without looking at me. "And don't come back without an acceptable steal."

I stand there for a moment, staring, before I recover and begin jogging away. Perfect. She was leaving me alone.

I run my hand through my hair as I jog away. Ew. First things first, I needed a shower. My hair was probably sticking up even worse than usual.

I jog around for a while, trying to look inconspicuous. Finally, I get lucky. I see a guy with ridiculous hair leaving his house, an instrument case in his hand. He walks down the road and turns the corner. He probably wouldn't be coming home anytime soon. As soon as he's out of sight, I run toward the house. I find a back door and easily pick the lock. The door swings open.

I explore the house, keeping the candles out. It was pretty huge, although not as large as Axel's. Shit. Why was I comparing it to Axel's? I shake my head, trying to get him out of it.

Shower. Right. I walk up a set of stairs and find a bathroom on the right. I turn he shower on, letting the water run as I undress. I find a towel and throw it over the curtain rod as I jump under the water.

"Mmmmm…" I hum loudly as the hot water hits me. Showers. Best things ever. I run my hands through my hair, trying not to think about how long it's been since I've taken a shower. When I'm done, I just stand there under the water, relishing in its warmth.

*Snap* Suddenly the water goes ice cold.

"Yahh!" I half shriek, stumbling out of the way of the water. I grab the towel, wrapping it around myself and I practically fall out of the shower.

The guy with ridiculous is standing there. We stare at each other for a moment.

"Dude! Why you in my shower?"

That wasn't even proper English, I observe.

"I…uh, needed a shower." I'm unsure of what else to way.

"Wh—…How—… Why are you in my house?"

"I don't know! It was nothing personal! Your house just happened to be free."

"We—…I—…What….ever. Whatever. Just…get dressed." He turns and walks out of the door, flustered. I stand there a moment, confused, then shrug and proceed to dress myself.

When I'm finished, I slowly open the door, looking for signs of attack. Instead, the smell of bacon fills my nose, my mouth begins to water. My feet carry me toward the scent. I find myself in a kitchen filled with food. Delicious-looking food.

"Eat," the man orders. I sit at a table and begin to devour the food in front of me. Finally, I can't handle it anymore.

"You're taking this 'weird-kid-in-my-shower' thing rather…wel." I say, my mouth stuffed full.

"Myeah. You're probably right. I ought to call for a patrolman." He says, still cooking. I immediately tense. "Relax. I'm not going to." I continue eyeing him, relaxing only slightly. He goes back to cooking.

I take a bit of food, savoring the taste. Bacon. Sora used to love bacon. Before…

"Sora…" I sigh.

"Cool. I'm Demyx." The guy says, pointing to himself. I realize he's talking. He must've asked me my name. Oh well.

"So why are you being so nice to me?" I ask.

"Let's just say I've been where you are."

I look around at his house. He must've noticed my skepticism.

"I've since upgraded." He says in explanation, throwing a pancake on my plate. I devour it. "Calm down, dude. You're going to give yourself a stomach ache." I sneeze and rub my nose.

"Oh. Sorry, man. That's probably my fault." Demyx apologizes. I pull my black cloak tighter around me. Demyx stares at it. I clear my throat.

"Er…Well…Thanks. I better be going though…"

"Right. Right." Demyx pulls himself back. "You probably should." He leads me to the front door; most likely to be sure I wasn't stealing anything on the way. Before I leave, he puts a hand out, blocking my way.

"If…if you ever need anything…my house is open." He says. I nod and turn to leave.

Well that was weird…I pull my hood up and begin walking in the direction of Axel's mansion. Once in the vicinity, I look around to be sure that Larxene hasn't been following me. I appear to be alone.

I climb the wall, just as before. The sun is disappearing behind the mountains. I jump down, following a similar path to the one I used the other night. I enter the same window; the room is dark. I listen for people, hear none, and make my way up the staircase.

Slowly, I walk the corridor toward his room, stopping outside. I edge my way around the door frame. The room is empty. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.

A small candle flickers beside the bed. He must be here somewhere…

Something catches the light on the bed. I move toward it. My dagger lies atop the bed as if waiting for me; as if he knew I would come for it. Slowly, I pick it up and slide it into its sheath.

Suddenly I turn, thinking I heard something. There's nothing there. I move toward his window and open it. A small gust of wind blows the candle out. I scale down the wall, using the bricks as hand holds.

I make my way across the courtyard and begin the climb over the wall. I pause at the top, looking back at his window. It's close. I hesitate another moment and then climb slowly down the rest of the wall.

I shake my head, clearing it. Proper steal. Right. I needed to get on that. No way could I face Larxene without it.

I jog toward the nearest alley, turn the corner, and come face to face with said angry Larxene.