Take the Fight out of the Kid

Chapter 1

'A man can not be too careful in the choice of his enemies'- Oscar Wilde

Late October, my favorite time of the year thanks to all the falling leaves, and the fact that I was only nine and I had a few weeks left until I had to go into the work force- until then I would remain with my aunt who'd claimed me when my parents died. She'd promised right off the bat though that once I turned ten I'd be on my own- nice aunt, don't you think? Anyhow, the sun was peaking through the dismal clouds as I walked down the streets of Vancouver, traffic lights had been removed years ago since the only people rich enough to drive never crossed paths, and if they did it was at speeds so slow that a turtle could move faster- but I digress about that, I've never had the privilege of owning such a luxury.

My hands were stuffed in my pockets and my mind was swimming with the events that'd just taken place: my best friend had called me from his house, informing me that he was having a birthday party the next day and that I should make sure to at least show up. My bright red hair was a beacon for everything and as I passed a group of women who looked more then shifty I heard their remarks- apparently they liked my hair. I was originally from Ireland, so I guess you can imagine where I get the looks from, but when my parents were murdered I was dumped into the hell-hole that was Vancouver, British Columbia.

I knew that getting a present for a birthday wasn't really the norm anymore, usually people didn't like celebrating just how old they were getting since it symbolized how much longer until you go into the work force or how long you've been there, but my best friend was always excited about birthdays and I could never help but smile to him and agree to come- even though I was on the far end of a phone line that wanted to cut out at any moment.

There were of course those people who chose to live 'off the grid' (even though the preverbal grid didn't exist) and they live in the woods, providing for themselves, but China still made EVERYTHING and we still had to pay to get what we needed. So the workforce was a necessity for people in 'big cities' crawling with addicts, dealers, basic low scum and horrible people who'd rather trample all over a kid like me and make them one with the ground. Now the world still had it's advantages, if you got paid enough money- usually by having a once illegal job -you had enough for a car, and enough to go to a mall and buy something nice, or to go to one of the many clubs and spend more of your money. It was my dream to get enough money to one day live in a big shiny pent house and go to the clubs at night, drinking with fake friends, but that had just been a dream, and I knew it back then too.

"Hey, come here a minute kid." a hand clamped down on my shoulder and I was quick to swat it off since no one, touched me. I'd broken wrists, arms and even a few ribs because of it, and they always touched me because of the same thing.

"Hey, I said come here a sec!" the man grabbed me again and before I could force him to let me go I was slammed against the brick building that was practically falling apart- unfortunately, Hastings street, had just gotten far worse over the years and it was practically impossible to walk even close to it without being approached by a drug-head or a Leach (pimp).

"Fuck off you lout!" colorful language that was completely inappropriate in my aunts house, but it was normal to swear your fool head off in public… people would have been more shocked if you were polite.

"I've got a proposition for you kid. How old are you?" I could tell by the look in his eyes, the fact he was looking me up and down, and the fact that he had a cell phone that was still on and in the middle of a conversation that this guy was a Leach and my blood instantly ran cold.

"Old enough to kick your sorry excuse for an ass." I could tell he was the middle man, the kind of guy who brought back kids to 'the boss' for approval and set them up with customers, but I refuse- whole-heartedly to be drawn into that kind of thing, I was a few weeks away from my job on the river with the loggers- I was going to ride the logs down river -thanks to the fact that I knew the owner of the company in Vancouver and he'd promised me I could have the dangerous job since no one else would take it and I figured it'd be fun as hell.

"Oh… you've got a mouth on you, huh? Well… I've seen you round here before kid, and I know you've only got a few options. And I know a way you could make millions if your good enough."

"Piss off ya cock-sucker!" I ripped his hands off my shoulders and kneed him before making a run for it. I'd never blatantly been asked to be a whore before and it pissed me the fuck off at the time- I wasn't even nine yet! Our society might suck, but we've still got rules about that shit!

I ran the rest of the way to the store, wanting to get my friends birthday present a day early with the half a years allowance I've saved up for this single occasion. I always spent the most money on him because no one else did: he had a younger brother who was in all reality his twin, but everyone liked him- including their mother -so I indulged my friend to the best of my abilities. I was the person who protected him from most of the world, since their mom was basically off her rocker as it was. And his brother was such a whiny brat, that my friend always gave in and bowed to his will.

I got inside the store and let out a sigh before looking up at all the electronics and I turned towards the large display case of handheld devices. My eyes landed onto a black and white system right away and I walked up, grabbing a box off the hook before grabbing three games for it and walking over to the cashier and pulling my money pouch out of my jeans pocket.

"Hello… how may I help you?" the woman didn't seem to think I was ready to buy and that I just wanted to ask a question, but since I wasn't even ten yet I could understand her confusion.

"I want to buy this." she raised an eyebrow at me but I just pull out five gold coins and set them down- I know it's enough to buy what I've set out.

"Did you steal this?"

"Do you really care?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she just smiled before taking my money and handing me a bag for the device and three games. I let a smirk cross my face and let out a bit of a sigh as I stuff it all into a bag and start to leave the store.

"Hey there kid… what're you doing in this part of town?" I ran to the other side of town but this guy followed? What the hell is wrong with him?

"Looking for a guy like you, so I can kick his ass." I sling my whole bag over my shoulder and turn to leave but he caught the shoulder that my bag is over this time. I turned around and punched his gut. "I told you to fuck off. You should really learn…" I raised my leg and kicked his gut instead of another punch "to listen better." I pulled myself out of his grasp and started running again.

The shop was on the corner of Hastings and Main, and my aunts apartment is on Hastings and Powell in one of the old Woodwords department store, but it hadn't been one of those in over a hundred years since before the revolution. It's just one room, a bathroom, a small kitchen and we were lucky enough to have a balcony too. I rushed through the doorway to the building and let out a sigh, clutching my bag to my chest and making sure that the weight of the gaming systems and games were still there.

I let out a sigh and quickly rushed up the stairs so I was closer to our shared room. "Axel, is that you? Where the hell have you been? You talk on the phone for an hour like some kind of girl and then you vanish?" I let out another sigh and slumped against the door; my aunt was one of those authoritarian kind of ladies… and she was in short: a bitch.

"Sorry! I had to go get something for tomorrow." she really didn't have to yell, she was just sitting in the bathroom on the crapper smoking something- again. Her daily pattern was really nothing for me to worry about, she woke up, smoked a joint, had a beer, ate something that smelled like shit, smoked another joint, sniffed some coke, then passed out for a few hours- but after that I made sure I left for Roxas' house- the friend I've been talking about.

"Yeah right…" my aunt stumbled out of the bathroom, looking more stoned then ever and I had a feeling it was going to be a night to go over to Roxas' to sleep until she's fine again. "Then what the hell's in the bag?"

I tried to hide it behind me but it didn't work and she ripped it from my grasp before I could hold fast to it. I had no choice but to watch in horror as she lowered her gaze to the bag and starter rifling through it.

"Hey… that's mine! You don't have the right to-"

"I've got every right! I'm your guardian and that means wherever you stole this from I should get to at least enjoy it!"

"I didn't steal it! I bought it!"

"Oh, so your stealing my money and buying stuff? I should give you lashes!" I winced at just the thought, but I'd had too much going on with those freaks from the 'organization' as I call them basically knocking on my door to take me to a Boggle and start selling me.

"Fuck you, hag!" I ripped the bag back and stormed into the 'bedroom' and grabbed the few things I own: a teddy bear my parents had given me when I was five, my extra three sets of clothes and my photo album before I stood and turned to the door.

"Where the hell are you going kid? Your not going anywhere!" her breath smelled horrible and I remember wanting to puke because of it.

"Watch me." I pushed her out of my way, not caring that she fell over onto the small dresser where she kept all her needles, she really could have bled to death and I'm sure all I would have done would have been smile and jump for joy.

I got to the bottom floor of the building and looked to the side to see Mr. Bubbles- he was a scary man, small and shifty… but I'm sure he genuinely cared, he just couldn't kick his cocaine habit was all. "If she comes down, ye didn' see me?" I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head- something I found most drug addicts did because of my voice -and he nodded his head a few times as he bit his bottom lip as if he'd just tasted something sweet; freak was all I thought as I started walking again.

October, I loved that time of year, but the rain was horrible. By the time I got to Roxas' house I was practically swimming since the entirety of the storm drains were backed up and I was walking at the bottom of a hill.

Roxas lived in a better part of town- not the best, but not the worst either. I stopped at the entrance to the building, it had once been an old office tower, it was really shiny and new only a few years ago, but it had become slightly dingy and stuffy over just three years so they'd turned it into apartment buildings and at least they had more then one room that I could share with Roxas while his brother shared the other room with their mother- like when I usually came over.

I guess calling him a good friend would be playing it down- a lot. Roxas had moved to Vancouver with his mom and brother after their father died back in England. He's still got a bit of his accent and the way we met was odd, I was just walking down the street. I'd moved into Vancouver a few months before and I kind of knew my way around. He'd asked me to help him find 'home' not an easy ask when a seven year old is asking you I promise that. So I'd helped him and he invited me in for dinner, we've been friends ever since.

I moved over to the information pad and hit his last name, waiting for someone to pick up the phone on the other end. I'm not really sure how long I'd been crying for, but as I stood there looking at my reflection in the fogged over glass I realized that tears were streaming willingly from my shamrock eyes.

"Hello?"

"Hi Ventus, can you let me in? I need to talk to Roxas." there is a long pause and I thought he might have hung up to be honest. "Ventus?"

"Give me the phone you tosser!"

"Make me you whiny git!"

"I said give it here!" there was a crash and a few scuffling sounds and then a breathless "Come in." as the button on the phone was pushed and the door unlocked with that annoying buzz sound.

I got right into the elevator with one of the annoying nosy neighbors I'd learned to ignore and the entire ride up I didn't bother to answer any of her questions about what kind of job I was going to get and 'if I ever needed money, her door was open' but the simple thought just made me shiver since I hadn't even hit puberty yet.

By the time I knocked on Roxas' door there was a full-out fistfight on the inside and their mom opened the door. "Hello Ms. Michaels, how're you?" she just gave me a smile and motioned for me to come in.

"I'm alright, I didn't know Roxas was going to be having a sleep over tonight. Is that what the two of you were talking about on the phone?" I just nod my head a few times since I knew I could have told her we were smoking joints through the phone and she would have believed it. "How sweet. Well their fighting right now, but if you'd like to join me in watching TV that'd be alright." I nod my head again and follow her to the fairly small living room.

The TV was blank and I was wondering if she was going to turn it on since she had the remote tucked under her arm. I opened my mouth to ask her if she was going to turn the TV on but she cut me off with a fit of laughter, mumbling something about 'oh that Bugs Bunny' I didn't even know who- or what -the heck that was!

"Uh, it sounds like their done fighting, so I'm going to go hang out with Roxas now." she just nod her head and waved me off, staring at the TV intently.

"Axel… hi, how're you?" I couldn't help but let out a sigh seeing my best and only friend face down on the floor, his arms hog-tied behind his back and his twin sitting on his butt to keep him down and pinned.

"I'm guessing you forgot to block your right side again." I tried to make my voice sound un-amused, but I loved it when they fought, it was some actual entertainment. Plus they never actually hurt each other since they thought that if one got hurt the other would feel it too.

"It's not my fault! I was going for his left side! Now will you get him off of me!" I let out a sigh and turned my eyes to Ventus, wondering if he was just going to get up or if I'd have to make him.

"Fine… make it hard." I walked into the room and bent down beside the two, my left knee on Roxas' left shoulder. Ventus grabbed my right shoulder to flip me but I hooked my right ankle around Ventus' left and flipped him, prying him off Roxas in the process.

Blue eyes went wide and blonde hair fanned out around his head as I let out a sigh, trying to decide whether or not to just get up and chance that he wasn't going to attack me in return.

"So, what's mum doing?"

"Laughing at nothing in the living room. Hey, do you know what a 'Bugs Bunny' is?"

"Nope. So… how long are you going to pin him?" Roxas looked over my shoulder at his pinned twin, no intent on helping him and I shrugged sitting over Ventus' waist.

"I don't know… I thought this was kinda fun, don't you?"

"Let him up, I'm sure he wants to go whine to mum." I shrugged and stood up, watching with some more amusement as Ventus ran out of the room already whining. I never really had siblings of my own, so watching the two of them interact was always interesting for me.

"So… I see your bag is stuffed. What happened?"

"I left- for good this time. I'm never going back there." the gravity of what I'd done started to set in there: I was going to be on the streets if Roxas' mom actually figured out that I was going to be living with them until my birthday, and when the 'Collectors' as we all call them, came to the door to bring me to the stupid job building to give me my papers saying I'm actually old enough to work and sign me up for a job- even thought I already had one set up. The rich people were eminent about getting as many young children into their trade so they could make the most money.

"Really? Your not going to go back? But she's your only family."

"Of course I'm not going back. As soon as I got a job she'd just take my money and buy her drugs with it. This way I'll get my own money and use it for what I need and not what she wants." truth be told, I was scared shitless- who wouldn't be? But I couldn't really let Roxas know that, he looked up to me and he was my best friend. Besides, this isn't a world where you show how weak you are to anyone.

"Well… do you want to play a game? Ventus got a new racing game." I sent Roxas a smile knowing he liked fighting games and hated racing games.

"What'd your mom get you?"

"Oh… you know her, she thinks were the same person. I got nothing." I let out a sigh and crawled over to my bag, pulling the shopping bag out and moving back over to him, I set the bag in his lap and waited for him to open it.

"Axel, you really shouldn't have! I don't need anything for my-"

"Shut yer gob and open it already. You know I get your birthday presents." every years it's the same thing: 'Axel, your really shouldn't have! I don't need anything for my birthday, really.' then he'd give me a face that tried to make me feel bad about spending money on him. "Besides, it's not like I didn't have the extra cash."

"But if you stopped buying me gifts then you would be able to buy yourself a second set of pants that fit, or a better jacket that would hold longer!" I just rolled my eyes and flopped back, turning my head in his direction.

"Roxas… do me a favor- no matter what happens to me with the workforce: if I give you a gift- no matter what it is… don't reject it." my feelings towards Roxas weren't a mystery to me. I wanted him to be happy, I wanted him to have a good life, I wanted to have his attention and I would do anything for all of it. I'm sure this is what my parents described when they described love and most people would be scared of this feeling for their best friend, but the feeling grew because he was my friend.

We stayed up for a few hours that night talking and playing with his new gift and talking about nothing and everything. The next day was slow for us since Ventus' friends all came over for 'his' party, none of them really paid much attention to either me or Roxas, so we went up to the roof and hung out there, tossing stones over the edge and snickering as people down below yelled and cursed us.

"So Axel… what was Ireland like?" Roxas had asked the question many times before, but I think it was just the fact that he liked hearing of my description.

"Green… lush, tricklin' streams and rollin' hills. There was a lake by ma house where I always swam in the summer. The village I lived in was fairly small, everyone there hunted for their meat and went to Dublin for all their other necessities, we were pretty off the grid. It was quaint and relaxed I suppose, my parents figured it was the perfect place to raise a lad like me. I guess they were just-"

"Can you tell me more about the lake? And you left out the meadow you found, you know how I love the meadow."

I gave him a smile and began telling the part of the story he liked again. It was so calming just talking to him as the rain started to fall, lightly at first, but it got heavier after ten minutes and we were soon soaked.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The next day when I woke up I was laying in Roxas' bed with him, he was sprawled out across the foot of the bed and I was curled in a tight ball in the top corner, taking up as little room as I could since that's just how I slept.

I looked around and noticed that Ventus was standing in the doorway to the room, three of his friends standing behind him and water balloons all in their hands. My eyes went wide and before really being awake I lunged at Roxas, tacking him off the far side of the bed as Ventus and the group let loose a bunch of water balloons.

"What the fuck?" I clapped my hand over Roxas' mouth since I knew that him yelling because of the cold was what Ventus wanted. One of the water balloons didn't break and I grabbed it as I took my hand off of Roxas' mouth. "Axel, what the fuck is going on?"

"Shhh… your brother decided to wake us up." I hid the water balloon under the bed inside the shoe box I knew Roxas used for his own things that Ventus didn't know about.

Once the wave stopped I stood up and sat down on the sodden bed, with a glare. "Thanks for the wake up call boys… what's next? Throwing our breakfast at us?"

"Tosser!" Ventus should have learned by that point that it wasn't a rude thing for him to call me.

"Don't care Ventus… your just upset that I'm hot and your not. That Roxas got the brains and you got nothing. He climbed the smart tree and you hit every branch as you fell out of the stupid one." I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the wall as Roxas got up and glared at Ventus.

"Thanks Axel… but I think I can fight my own battles!" Roxas lunged over the bed and I let out a sigh as all the younger boys in the room started rolling around on the ground. "Axel! It's eight to one here!" I knew he'd pull me into it.

I rolled to the side of the bed closest to them and grabbed my shoes, pulling them onto my feet and grabbing Roxas' shoes and having the laces already tied together I slung them over my shoulder.

I could see the two blonde boys in the middle of the froth and let out a growl as I wove my foot through the mass of moving bodies and stepped on Ventus' leg so he was pinned as I reached in to grab Roxas.

"I don't know why you've got to do this every birthday! And you even said you could fight your own battles Roxas." I didn't get an answer but I wasn't expecting one as it were. I grabbed Roxas by the upper arm and yanked him out of the pile.

"Axel! Hey-hi-how are you?"

"I've been better." I pressed his shoes at his chest and ground my teeth together as I started yanking him out of the room.

"Oh! Ventus, happy birthday again dear."

"His name is Roxas!" I knew the anger was unneeded, but she really should know that she had two sons and not just Ventus. I opened the front door and pulled Roxas out, knowing we'd already decided on our plans for the day: hop a sky train and hang out in Stanley park for the day, I'd agreed to buy him ice-cream as many times as he wanted and he'd agreed to not wipe me out of money- something I didn't really care if he did since I'd be starting the workforce soon.

"So! What are we going to do once we're in the park?" Roxas gabbed my arm and tugged a few times as we walked down the hallway his apartment was on. "I want to know… it's something fabulous isn't it? You always spoil me for my birthday, I don't like it but I promised."

I let out a sigh and raised an eyebrow at him. "C'mon, like I'm going to tell ya now." my feelings were as solidified to me as steel and I knew that. Homosexuality was something that was open for people now, unlike before the revolution, but that didn't exactly mean that a nine year old was allowed to show feelings for his best friend so I never let my feelings slip that much.

"Common Axel! Tell me, please! I'll- I'll read that William Blake poem you like so much!" that was a low blow, he knew I liked his accent with the poem better then my own, but at the same time he liked hearing me say the Jabberwocky poem from Alice in Wonderland.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it as a surprise." it was a fair walk to the closest sky train station, so I grabbed his hand and started running.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The day my birthday came along I was shocked to find the Collectors at Roxas' door for me. I'd grabbed my stuff and left as quickly as I could before his mom figured out that I'd been there for at least two weeks.

"So… what's your profession going to be?" I had no idea how they managed to track kids down, but as I was ushered into the large Bentley that belonged to the 'Reaper' of Vancouver who kept track of the kids and made sure we all started working I just clenched my jaw. "Come on kid… lighten up and tell us." Collectors were my worst friends, I'd seen them around a bunch, but they all just worked for the Reaper and wanted nothing to do with us.

"I'm going into the logging industry. Going to be a river rider." they just laughed, I knew the life expectancy as a river rider, but I wanted to do it because it paid better then most other jobs and for me all I needed was the money since I was going to live on my own.

The rest of the car ride I remained quiet, not bothering to comment when they said that I was going to die, or that I was just setting myself up for death and that I should do something really worth while with my existence if I just wanted the money.

Reaper Co. the place where one man would tell me what I'm going to do with my life and how I can do it. He'll give me all the options I have and then I'll tell him what I'm going to do. There wasn't a good way to know what was happening to you before you went in, so you could imagine the overwhelming fear to go into a huge building to meet a guy who everyone called 'The Reaper' it was nerve wracking.

The Collectors grabbed my arms and pulled me towards the front of the building as if I was trying to resist even though I was simply following their jostles and shoves. "I'm walking here you louts!" I elbowed the Collector on my right and pulled out of the left ones grasp, continuing the walk on my own as they tried to find out what I did.

The moment I walked through the front doors I was grabbed again and clenched my jaw. "What are you doing here without Collectors!" a few of the men punched me until I was on the ground and as one raised his leg to kick I jerked my own leg up and caught him between the legs.

I got to my feet as the door opened again, four Collectors walking in with one person before the two who'd taken me came over and grabbed my shoulders again. "Sorry, he slipped out of our grasp. Feisty." after the short apology they jerked me towards the elevator and I started walking again.

Hands latches onto me and the other ten year old who'd came in with me as we got into the elevator and any hands that got close enough to my mouth I bit at them, struggling to get my limbs back in my own control as I was being stripped bare.

"Get off you bloody fucking sons of rat-eating goblins!" I couldn't even see where the hands were coming from but as I was stripped in front of the ten year old girl fear wracked through my body, I'd never heard of this happening before.

"Will you shut up? God.. Just close your mouth and block it out. Haven't you ever been told how you go about meeting a Reaper?" the girls high voice hit my ears and I froze.

"No! What the bloody fucking hell does it have to do with being stripped?"

"They clean and redress you, and if I were you I'd hold the swearing to a minimum. Reapers don't like being sworn at. They consider it very rude."

"The last tin' I'm thinkin' 'bout right now is manners towards a man who is havin' me stripped!" I fought against the hands again as cold water was dumped on me. The girl shrieked because of the temperature I suppose- though I can never be sure. I hated how my accent was back with a fever and I didn't want the Reaper to hear it for the simple reasons that he'd 'suggest' for me to go into a Boggle- or in formal terms: Whore House.

Brushes and soap started coming out and scrubbing at my flesh. I tried to get away but after another moment or two I gave up and just went slack against the hands holding me up.

Once the water, brushes and soap were gone I felt air start to heat up and blow at us, effectively drying and warming my body, even though I still couldn't see. Being stripped really wasn't part of what I figured my day was going to be like, especially when I told Roxas that I'd be back at the end of the day to get my things.

The doors were opened and the hands still holding me started to lead me into whatever room it was and I rolled my shoulders as I walked. I was allowed to see and I realized that the hands belonged to three men and two women, the women left me alone to go get clothes and the men started working with my body. I was pushed into a leather chair and they started working on my feet and hands as others started to fiddle with my hair.

I saw scissors in the mirror and jumped up out of the seat, spilling a few bottles of clear nail polish. "Fuck no! I'm not getting my hair cut!" my hair was just how I liked it and it wasn't changing: medium length and naturally spiked back like a fireball.

"Alright… we wont cut your hair, but we have to do something with it." I glared as I was thrust back into the seat and my shoulders were held by the man who'd set the scissors down. "How about we fluff it up and try and make it look like you've got some body to it."

"No… just leave it."

"No. what about combing it down in the back to make you look more respectable."

"No." I glared at him through the mirror but he only smiled and I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head much like the guy from my aunts building. "Oh God… Jessica, bring the violet eyeliner with you!" my glare just intensified.

"And what, prêt ell, are you going to do to me if I refuse to let you put that crap on me?"

"I'm sure the Reaper will think of something Axel… he does ultimately place you in your job option after all."

I keep the glare on my face and tense all my muscles as I wait for them to finish, keeping my eyes closed until the makeup artist told me to look up. And I discovered that I hate makeup being applied so close to my eyes, even though the effect had just the right lightness to my eyes.

"Come, come… he's waiting he's waiting." the make up artist made me stand up and he quickly dressed me in a white suit, accented by a gold vest and a golden tie.

I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror and let out a sigh, I looked nothing like myself and it pissed me off, my flaming red hair was pushed back out of my face and tied at the nape of my neck, a single lock flicking up above my left eye and my eyes themselves looked like they would lure anything into a spell.

"Alright Axel, stop admiring yourself and get going!" I was ushered once again with hands on my shoulders and I was pushed through a set of doors that made me want to freeze once I saw the group of ten year olds on the other side.

"Alright… have fun." the hands were removed from my shoulders and I spun around to ask the man what he meant but I stopped seeing that the large doors just closed.

"Welcome one and all… to the hall of the Reaper!" I spun around once more and my eyes went wide seeing the tall man who must have been at least seven feet tall, he was wearing a long black cloak that still allowed us to see his head of black hair all pushed back from his face. "You are the Scorpio's born ten years ago! I shall evaluate each of you over the course of one week, I shall listen to the requests you have and I shall give you suggestions. I'll get to know you and give you the right job for your personality."

My eyes went wide, it wasn't supposed to happen like that! We're just supposed to sit in a room for five minutes on our birthday and then the Reaper is just supposed to give us some papers and tell us where to go for our job.

AN:

Me: thank you all for continuing after the warnings! It makes me really happy that you're still willing to read this.

Axel: well why wouldn't they? It's from my POV, isn't it?

Roxas: Stop being such a cocky bastard.

Axel: you love it, so don't tell me what to do.

Me: Alright, anyhow, thank you all (again) for this fic I'm going to use Sora for having the last word though, so here we go: Sora!

Sora: wow… I've never done this before, I thought you didn't like me.

Me: It really depends, to be honest I just think that Roxas got the short end of the stick really.

Sora: Am I going to be in this fic?

Me: yes.

Sora: am I going to be a whiny bitch like you usually make me?

Me: I'll try not ^^' it's hard to break a habit though Sora.

Sora: fine… anyhow! Thank you all for reading, and everyone here would love to hear what you have to say! Elizabeth loves reviews and we all read them over her shoulder! Constructive criticism is totally welcome too! Have a good one, and we'll see you next chapter! ^o^!