A/N: I do not own Square Enix, Disney, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, or McDonalds.

By the way, in the other chapter, I don't know what a room with a fireplace would be called…I still don't. I shall call it: "fireplace room".

Most of the cars are gone, the party vibe has died down, and now, it's just another lazy Saturday morning.

After Zexion and I had headed back to the party, it went smoothly. A few guests gave me tips, and flirted with me, but none too serious. At one point, I thought the festivity would never end. It seemed that these people could flirt, chat about yachts and poodles, and eat all of the unidentifiable snacks forever. Then, a few groups started to leave, and the others eventually followed suit.

By around five in the morning, everyone was gone, save for us butlers and residents, of course. Zexion informed me to change into my regular clothes so I could help clean. When I had done so, I decided to clean by circling around with a garbage bag and picking up trash, and also by collecting wine glasses by stacking them on a tray. I then discovered my boss, sprawled out on a couch in the fireplace room, his red spikes shooting out from the head that was snuggled into the cushions.

Cautiously, I poked him in the side, making him emit a loud snort. I took a step back in surprise. He began to stir, and I quickly returned to picking up trash to make it seem like he had awoken on his own. He turned onto his side, and watched me as I put paper plates into the bag, and wine glasses onto the tray. When I turned to leave, our eyes locked. I stopped, and hesitantly waved at him. He sleepily waved back, and stretched his entire body like a cat. He let the back of his hand fall over his eyes, and said,

"Hey…Roxas…" He seemed to purr my name. "Meet me out front when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

(...)

Now here I am, waiting on the front steps of the mansion. Almost all of the butlers have left, except for Zexion, Xion, and I. Though last I saw them, Zexion was finishing up with the kitchen and Xion was doing something in the dressing room. They could've gone by now…

A quick look at my watch tells me it's a few minutes past nine. Today, my shift at McDonalds starts at two and ends at seven. I sigh when I realize I haven't told DiZ that I dropped out of school. I run my hand over my face, and groan.

"Stressed?" A familiar voice asks.

I jump in surprise, and turn toward a slate blue haired man in black pants, and a dark blue button up shirt. Zexion holds a cigarette up in front of me. I drop my mouth in surprise, and start mumbling apologies for getting surprised. He slips the cigarette in at the right time, just as my lips are parted enough. He lights it with his lighter like last night. My eyes droop as I take in a puff. But then when I look back up at Zexion, he's gone. I turn toward the driveway and see him walking to a Lexus LS 460, a simple car that I could imagine him driving.

"Zexion!" I call. He looks at me just as he opens the door. "Thanks for your help!"

He simply nods, climbs into his car, and pulls out of the driveway. I put all of my attention to the cigarette that warms up my body on this windy Autumn morning.

A few minutes pass until I hear the front door open and close. When I turn my head to look, I bump my face into a hard chest. I take a step back in surprise and almost fall off a stair, but my boss catches me by placing a hand on the small of my back. He balances me and pats me on the shoulder.

"Did you sneak some liquor while working?"

My eyes widen, and, not sure if he's joking, I reply, "N-no, sir!"

Axel lets out a laugh, something between a cackle and a chuckle. That description sounds ugly, but it actually sounds quite nice in person. I smile at him throw his head back and squeeze my shoulder a little. When it fades away, he smirks at me. It, and his hand on my shoulder, slips away when his acid green eyes move to the stick between my lips.

"You smoke? You don't seem like a smoker."

"Oh…" I pull the cigarette out and look at it, as if I had just noticed too. "I actually just started…last night. You know, I was stressed…"

"Really…?" He turns his head toward the small garden near the stairs. An awkward tension fills the air. Just as I'm about to clear my throat and ask why he wanted to meet me, he continues, "I saw you last night. You looked pretty good, like you belonged here…"

I look toward him, trying to read his expression, but it's so focused on those flowers, I can't really tell what he's thinking. He chuckles lightly, and says, "Marluxia's really good at gardening."

I nod, "He is. I've never seen such beautiful flowers…well, my mom's are nice but she's stopped taking care of them."

"Busy?"

"Mmhm…"

Another awkward silence, one that I feel like I made from my dead end response.

"So…yeah…just wanted to tell you that you did well. Here's your pay: ten dollars an hour, as promised." He hands me a hundred dollar bill, and three tens. "Plus, you've got your tips. I bet you got a lot. Did anyone reserve you yet?"

"No," I answer as I stuff the bills into my pocket, deciding to leave the Xemnas incident out.

"Okay, well, see you next Saturday…right?" He asks as he retreats up the steps.

"Y-yeah," I turn to watch him leave.

He flashes that smirk again. "Good…oh, and Roxas?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Call me Axel…You do know you don't need cigarettes to relieve stress…You should try having something else in your mouth."

I can feel the blush grow on my face. "E-Excuse me?"

"Like gum." He winks at me, and heads back inside.

(...)

"Where have you been? !" Sora shouts as I close the front door behind me.

"I was working."

"McDonalds doesn't let you work past ten."

"I found another job." I begin to head up the stairs.

"Doing what?" He follows me.

"Making munny."

He gasps, "You're making counterfeit munny? !"

I sigh, "No, dummy…I'm…" I finally reach my bedroom. I quickly open the door, slip in, and close it before Sora can get in. "Sorry, gotta get ready for work."

Through the door, I hear Sora sigh, and say, "So you've got two jobs?"

"Yeah, but they're both easy, so don't worry about it." I reply as I rip off my clothes to take a shower.

"Oh, okay…Hey, can Riku come over to hang out?"

I make a gagging face from what they might do if they're alone. "Sure…"

That's when I realize that I might be doing things similar to what they do once I become reserved. Even worse, I'm doing it for munny. A horrified expression slips onto my face when I realize that I'm technically a prostitute.

"WHAT? !" I scream, unable to stop myself.

Sora knocks at my door, "Roxas, you okay?"

"U-uh, yeah…" Quick, think of an excuse. "I just saw my weight. I'm getting fat."

"Oh good, you've noticed. I didn't know how to tell you…"

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I step up to the full length mirror on my wall and lift my shirt. I poke at my six pack. Could it possibly be turning into a six pack of Twinkies?

I shake my head and laugh. Roxas, you're a sexy beast. Don't listen to Sora. He doesn't know what's hot. I mean, look at Riku.

(...)

I can do this…This is nothing. There are worse things that I have to do than tell DiZ I've dropped out of school.

A pounding sensation fills my head when a realization hits me. I have to tell Sora too…Oh dear Kingdom Hearts, I have to tell Mom!

I've seen Mom and Sora angry. It's like watching a Moogle be angry. They're usually cheerful, simple-minded creatures, only wanting some munny. But imagine one of those angry. Imagine it pouting, trying to look as angry as possible, but eventually, it sighs, and moves on. Mom and Sora don't let things bother them for long. I've always admired that about them. In some situations, they take control, yes, but still…anger cannot control them for long.

I wonder if DiZ is the same way…I wonder if he'd ever be angry in the first place.

"DiZ…" I say as I knock on the door frame of his office.

He looks up from some papers on his desk, "Yes?"

I take in a deep breath, and look him straight in his amber gold eyes. "I dropped out of school."

For a second, he's expressionless. Then, he puts his elbows on his desk, and rests his face in his hands. He rubs his face, and then interlocks his hands, regaining his formal composure.

"Very well…I suppose you'd want to work full-time then."

"Yes, sir. If it's okay with you, I'd like to work on Sunday through Thursday, but have Friday and Saturday free."

"I suppose I could make that work, but only for you, Roxas."

"Thank you, DiZ." I smile, and walk away from the office.

A/N: Yeah…that last section was a little…meh. I put the Moogle part in just to sort of describe Sora and his Mom when they're angry. I don't know if I did it well. And after Roxas left DiZ's office, I was going to have him stay close enough to listen and hear DiZ curse and punch the table but McDonald's too small. They'd hear. Usually the office is small and in a corner of the section behind the counter.

"He lights it with his lighter like last night.". That's my favorite line in this chapter.