Well, it's a little later than the other chapters, but it's still Saturday XD. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

So, I've decided to make my other long KH story a crossover between Kingdom Hearts, and one of the Final Fantasy's, I just haven't figured out which one. I'm also going to be changing a ton of things about it. So, if you read that story as well, I'm sorry, and if you don't, then don't read it, because it's wrong.

Now then, onto chapter 6. The full title is; When I said I'd hit that, I meant with my car.

The first time I was in the car while Red was driving, it wasn't that bad, probably because I was still getting over being arrested. The second time was a bit worse, but I assumed it was because he didn't want to miss Riku acting weird.

Then there was the third time.

I refuse to get in the car with Red now.

He is absolutely terrifying behind the wheel. How he got his license is a complete mystery to me, and to a few others in the office as well. Kairi told me that he has a knack for hitting things, just randomly, while he's driving, so I should always wear my seat-belt when he is driving. I kind of just shrugged that advice off, seeing as Mom would kill me if she ever found out I didn't put on that safety device.

You know, it just occurred to me that my mother is a very violent person. She threatens to kill me a lot... strange...

Anyway, back to Red's driving.

So, the third time I had to drive with him was about two weeks after the whole incident with Riku. That guy isn't as weird as I first though. Apparently he's actually quite cool when he's not high on cough medicine, though his long hair still scares me. Anyway, we were heading out of the building with orders from Da– er, Mr. Strife (I'm not supposed to call Dad, Dad, during work hours, how messed up is that) to pay a surprise visit to one of the hotels in the area, you know, so I can get used to inspections and what not, and I pulled out my keys to take my car. As soon as my keys left my pocket and made a small noise, Red grabbed my hand, and gave me a stern glare.

"I don't trust your driving skills. I'll take the wheel, Roxie," he said, grinning, and I felt myself go red. Which was weird. Why I was feeling embarrassed by that sentence is still something of a mystery to me. I mean, it's not like he has a good reason to trust my skills, after all, the only time Red has heard anything about my driving skills was a month ago when I got arrested. It's only natural that he wouldn't trust his life in my hands.

I shook off the thought, and pulled my hand away from his, pocketing my keys promptly. "Fine. I don't care." That was a lie. I did care. I hated not driving, but I had a feeling that Red wasn't going to let me, no matter what I said or did, and I really didn't feel like getting into a fight with him. Too annoying.

Red grinned and we headed over to his car, which I had to admit, I was kind of jealous of, and didn't mind riding in.

"So, you excited to finally get to see one of the hotels you're going to own?" Red asked me as he started up the car. I rolled my eyes, buckling my seat-belt and slouching.

"I've stayed in these hotels before. I know what they look like."

"You haven't seen the back, now have you Roxie."

Again, my eyes rolled. "Yes I have. My dad owns the places and he's taken me back there. And will yous stop calling me Roxie? That got old a while ago."

"Hm... no can do." The car rumbled silently as Red pulled out of the parking lot, and I could tell he was smirking, "It's your nickname. You can't just ask me to stop calling you that."

"Really? Cuz' I think I just did- holy shit!"

I fell sideways, crashing into the car door as Red swerved out of the parking lot and onto the street with a speed so horrifyingly fast, I was surprised the wheels stayed on the pavement. Recovering from the heart attack I just had, I gripped the edge of my seat, watching Red speed towards the highway at annoyingly fast speeds. Two thoughts flashed through my head at this point.

Red is a fucking hypocrite.

I'm going to die.

"O-O-Oi! Slow down a bit!" I managed to get out after a few seconds of terror. "You're going to get us killed!"

In response to this, Red pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding up even more, and I could swear that all the color was draining from my face.

"Seriously!"

"Sorry, Roxie, I don't like to drive slowly," he laughed, taking one hand off the steering wheel so he could pat me on the head. Instinctively, my hand shot up to knock his away, and I yelled at him to keep both hands on the wheel. Sadly, he took this as a challenge and took his other hand off. "This is pretty easy, you know. I don't know why you're so freaked out by this. I mean, didn't you get arrested for reckless driving and speeding?"

"Shut up! That was different. I was late for work and irritated. You have no reason to be doing th-" I was silenced by the sudden skidding noise we made as Red pressed down on the brake. How his brakes and tires were still in working condition, I would never know. We were at a stop light now. Completely stopped, so I decided to try and talk some sense into the stupid red-head while I wasn't trying to hold on for dear life.

"Look, you're going to get caught for this, and we don't have time to deal with the police."

"Roxie, I have never been pulled over. For anything. I'll be perfectly fine." As reassuring as his voice sounded, I wasn't convinced. But what could I do? I was stuck riding shot gun...

The light turned green and Red took off again, driving just as recklessly as before.

And my hatred for him grew stronger.

We were silent for about five minutes as Red made his way through the confusing streets of downtown Radiant Garden, heading towards the highway, and I enjoyed the silence. Kind of. Normally, I would have tried to start a conversation, as I hate awkward silences, but it was Red, and I was scared, so I was content to just sit there and watch as Red pulled off stunts I had only seen in movies. I had a feeling his car looked really cool from the air.

Finally, Red pulled onto the highway, driving even faster than before, and we sped south towards the small town of Hallow Bastion.

"So, now that we're going to be on the open road for a while, why don't we talk. After all, we're going to be spending a lot of time together in the near future. It's best we get to know each other a bit." Red said almost mockingly. I really didn't want to talk about my life, but he was right. Unfortunately. In the three weeks I had known the crazy man, I had learned almost nothing about him, other than he was raised in born and raised in Radient Garden. It's amazing how you can live in the same town as someone for eighteen years and never see them.

"Fine," I muttered, still gripping the armrest of my seat. I slouched in my seat, hoping that the two hour drive to Hallow Bastion wouldn't be too bad. And that we wouldn't get pulled over.

"Alright then, let's make this a game. I'll ask you ten questions first, then you ask me any ten questions you want, and we trade off." Great. "Hm... where were you born?"

"Here."

"Okay, have you ever moved?"

"No."

"Do you have any siblings."

"No."

"Pets?"

"No."

"Friends?"

"Obviously."

"You do realize that your answers can be more than one word," the man asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"I know. I just don't feel like it. And that's six questions. You only have four more." I was causing him to become frustrated, which I wasn't quite sure was a good thing, but it made me happy. Anything to get back at the jerk...

"Fine. What high school did you go to?"

"Twilight High."

"Really? I've heard it's a good school," I was about to answer his 'question,' but he cut me off before I could. "That's not one of my questions. Now then, do you have any relatives?"

I had to think about this for a second. Neither of my parents really kept in touch with their families. "My grandparents are dead on both of my parents' sides, and I don't have any uncles or aunts...," I finally replied.

"Huh. Small. You don't usually see that in a rich family." I had to wait for Red's next question as he changed lanes, without looking, mind you. "So, what do you think of this job so far?"

I shrugged, not really sure how to answer. Sure, I hated having to be there with a burning passion, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. "Well, most of the people are nice, with the exception of you and Ellie," Red scoffed at this statement, but I ignored him, "and I don't feel like I want to die every time I walk in there, so I guess it's okay."

"You really think I'm mean?" Red sounded hurt when he said this, though it was hard to tell as he swerved suddenly into another lane, causing me to crash into the door again. It's difficult to tell how someone says something when you're being crushed against a wall.

"Yes and no," I answered, rubbing my arm, "You can be an ass, but you're not as bad as some people I've met. You're average. That's ten."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Your turn."

I wasn't really looking forward to this part. Answering questions about myself wasn't that hard, but coming up with questions to ask other people was just weird to me. But, I had to do it. I wouldn't put it past Red to come up with some way to get back at me for not completing my part of the "game."

"Okay, um... what are your parent's names?"

"Xemnas and Saïx. And before you ask, they're both guys."

So he was raised by gay dads. That made sense. "Okay, where do you live right now?"

Again, he smirked. "In downtown Radiant Garden. I share an apartment with Sora because he's pathetic and didn't want to live alone."

I desperately wanted to ask if they were dating, but I figured the answer would be no, seeing as Sora fawned over Kairi. They were probably the one's going out. "What high school did you go to?" I wasn't being very creative.

"Didn't. I was home schooled, then took my GED when I was fifteen." Fifteen! Was this guy a genius or something? Of course, that was my next question. Red laughed at me. "I'm twenty five, and have a masters in business. How many people do you know who can say that? Yes I'm a genius."

Well, he certainly wasn't humble. "What do you do when you're not busy working?"

"Depends. I read, or listen to music, sometimes I jam on the piano. But most of the time, I play with fire." Oh great. A pyro. Just what I needed in my life. But I wasn't aware that he played the piano. I would not have guessed that from looking at him. "Five left."

"Um... What about your family? Do you have any?"

"Well, I was adopted, so I don't know anyone in my 'real' family, but my dad's have tons of relatives. I have a total of six uncles, a cousin, and one aunt. Confusing, I know."

"Are they all uncles and... an aunt?"

"Nah. Some of them are actually second cousins or something like that, but I hate calling them that, so I stick with aunt and uncles. Two questions left."

Two? I couldn't have sworn I had three left, but then I remembered that I technically asked two questions in one. I was hoping that he would forget about that, as I was starting to actually have fun with this, but he was obviously getting back at me for counting his stupid question about my question length. "Alright... um..." Suddenly, I got a bright idea. "Why do you call me Roxie?"

A smirk wormed it's way onto Red's face, and he completed yet another dangerous lane change.

"Because Roxas is too serious. Roxie is a cute name, and it fits you."

Um...

Did red just call me cute?

What the fuck?

This is the question I wanted to ask, or at least something along those lines, but for some reason, I didn't ask that question. Instead, I inquired, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Why I asked that, I have no idea. I wasn't even thinking about girlfriends, or dating, just the fact that Red had called me cute. Where the hell did that come from.

I wanted to desperately escape from the car, and chances are, I would have jumped out if Red hadn't been going over a hundred miles and hour. I was so embarrassed, but at the same time, I knew I shouldn't be.

Asking someone whether or not they have a girlfriends is a legitimate question. I couldn't tell why I was internally freaking out so much over this, and the fact that I was, nearly made me laugh out loud. Fortunately, I had no more time to think about this, as Red finally answered the question I was regretting.

"No."

That was all he said. No. There was no long explanation like for the other questions, no joking around with me, asking random questions about my love life.

He just said no.

That wasn't odd at all.

And to make matters worse, he didn't say anything else.

For the rest of the trip.

I tried to make conversation with him, but he ignored me, doing some random and crazy stunt to get me to shut up. That wasn't like him at all. I mean, I've only known this guy for a week, but every time I saw him, he tried to talk to me. About the strangest things even. But one question from me about his love life, and he closes his mouth for an hour and a half.

This guy couldn't get any weirder.

Could he?

Hallow Bastion was much like Radiant Garden, only it wasn't quite as rich. I had only been there once before, and it was a long time ago, back when I was like, five, so I was kind of shocked at how similar it was to my hometown. The streets, the formation of the buildings. It was very strange.

"Here we are," Red said, startling me with his sudden ability to speak. He pulled, dangerously, into the parking lot of the new hotel. It was the nicest building in the neighborhood, sticking out like a sore thumb, and I felt somewhat embarrassed to be here. Being in Red's car, driving into a nice hotel parking lot, was like saying to the rest of the world, "I have money, I'm special, everyone be jealous." And as true as the first one was, I, in no way, felt special.

Especially not after being ignored for an hour and a half by a normally talkative guy.

"So, what exactly are we going to do here?" I asked, not sure if Red would actually answer me.

"Something Cloud likes to call a surprise inspection." Red seemed to be back to normal, talking with his normal haughtiness. "Basically, we go in, talk to the manager of this place, check to see if there have been any complaints, and also, to see if the hotel is up to the standards of this area."

"Alright, that doesn't sound too hard."

"It's not. But you have to know how to do it."

We got out of the car, and I was happy to be on land again, instead of being in the dangerous vehicle known as Red's car. We walked into the building, as Red chattered away about random things. I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, more worried about his sudden bi-polar attitude, but after we actually got into the building, Red had to shut up as we were greeted by a peculiar man.

"Why, Axel, how nice of you to drop by. I was expecting you a few days ago, if not longer," the man droned, pushing a lock of blue-gray hair our of his face. He stared at us with his blue eyes, waiting for a response from the red-head next to me.

Red let out a laugh. "How did you know we were going to be coming down here, Zexion?"

"I heard that Mr. Strife's son was finally joining the business, so naturally, I assumed you would be bringing the brat down here to visit. Of course, I didn't realize it took three weeks to complete such a simple task."

"Dude, Roxie isn't a brat. A bit annoying at times, but not a brat."

"Hey!" I protested when Red called me annoying. It was him, who was irritating, not me. Even Kairi and Naminé agreed with me on that.

"Sorry, Roxie, but it's true. You can be really annoying sometimes," Red said, placing one hand on my shoulder. "Anyway, how about showing little Roxie here around the building? I have some... business to attend to."

He ruffled my hair, much to my frustration, and I swatted his hand away, and he laughed at me.

Two hours later, I was back in Red's car, and not a happy camper. Dealing with Zexion had not been easy for me, seeing as he seemed to resent me. Probably because of my dad. Dad and Zexion didn't seem to be the type to get along. Not to mention the fact that every time I mentioned Dad, the blue eyed man cringed and seemed to want to murder me. That was not fun at all.

"What was this business you had to take care of?" I muttered, crossing my arms. Not only was I irritated because of Zexion, but Red had refused to let me drive. So I was stuck in the passengers seat, again, while Red got to drive all crazy like again.

This day was so not going my way.

"Oh, nothing much. Now. Should we finish our game?"

The car rumbled to life, and I clenched onto the seat, just in case.

"Finish our game? You mean the question thing? Why should we? You're the one who went all silent after a single question," my voice was harsh with accusation, hoping to guilt Red into shutting up, or letting me drive, but the red-head just laughed.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. You kinda startled me with the question, and it brought back memories I didn't really want to think about it."

Well, I guess that made more sense than what I was thinking.

A lot more sense.

You don't even want to know what I was thinking.

"Fine. I'll go first this time." Secretly, I was happy to be doing this, but I was never going to let Red know that.

"Ask away, Roxie."

"Don't call me that. And why are you such a bad driver?"

Red laughed some more, almost as if he wasn't expecting me to ask that question. But I did, and I was expecting an answer. "Well," he began, "I didn't use to be a bad driver. For a while, I was actually very safe when I was behind the wheel. Then came the day when I had an interview with your dad. That was an interesting day. Anyway, on my way here, I had a bit of... an accident."

"An accident? What kind of accident?"

"A car accident, obviously. Twenty-two years old, and I got into a minor accident. Ever since then, I've had the worst luck with cars and hitting things. Well, only when I drive like a civilized person."

"Um... okay then."

"It's true! Do you not believe me?"

"No. Not really."

Red smiled, leaning back in his seat. "It's okay. You will eventually."