Chapter Four: Snack Cakes Are Evil

"Roxas! Get up! If you want to shower before, get your ass up now!" called out a faint voice. Roxas slowly opened his blue eyes and yawned. Demyx was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking him softly.

"What time is it?" Roxas croaked. Demyx was nearly out his door when he pulled out his cell phone.

"Ten to six," he replied. Roxas' eyes bulged as he rolled out of his bed. He scrambled around his room in the dark, trying to find his work uniform. What a lovely way to start off the day. He was already running late. Roxas' hands finally met with his back up uniform, just casually thrown on his floor. He grabbed those and ran to his very small dresser and yanked it open, looking for his undershirts and boxers.

"Hurry up Roxas! I'm about to go in there and we both know how long I like to shower!" Demyx sang from the bathroom door. Roxas mumbled to himself under his breath and grabbed the rest of the stuff he needed. As quick as his little legs could carry him, Roxas dashed for the bathroom. Demyx leaned up against the wall, hands crossed over his chest and a big grin on his face.

"I have it first Dem. You don't even have to be at work until nine. Why do you wake up so early?" Roxas said before he went in first.

"I like to watch the sunrise! Obviously!" Demyx smiled. Roxas rolled his eyes and slammed the bathroom door shut.

"Go make breakfast or something!" Roxas yelled through the door.

"You're just getting cereal! I'm an awful cook!"

Roxas mumbled to himself and shut the lid on the toilet. He set his clothes down and turned on the water. His arms ached and his head was pounding. Just Roxas' usual morning pains. He needed a nice long, hot shower to wake him up and ease the pains. He quickly undressed and ran right into the hot water.

"Oh why do I have to work today? Why does the hot water have to run out eventually? Why can I stay like this forever? Free of stress, pain, and people… all of it! It feels so good," Roxas smiled to himself.

Demyx sat at the kitchen table, spinning his phone around. He didn't have to be down at the music shop until nine and it wasn't even six yet! But Demyx just had to watch the beautiful sunrise.
It was just some sort of tradition he had every morning. The mix of the reds, oranges, yellows, pinks, and some purples just looked so pretty. Then slowly they began to turn blue. Demyx just loved all of the beauty!

"I guess I could take a nap when Roxas leaves. Let's see, what time do I get out again? If I'm starting work at nine then I get off at five. The new girl starts her shift downstairs at one and gets out at nine tonight. Roxas gets home at five as well. Then I could meet the new girl around five twenty and be back upstairs shortly after! Who's cooking dinner tonight? I think it is Roxas, isn't it? Damn, eating at Marly's last night screwed me up! Oh well, I'll just ask Roxas later," Demyx said, trying to figure out the day's schedule.

That seems just about right! Alright, now on to breakfast! Chocolate cereal, fruity, or plain? I pick chocolate! Roxas likes plain cereal because he's so boring! Demyx thought, getting up from the chair and yanking open the cupboards. He grabbed his favorite box of chocolate cereal and a box of a wheat cereal. Demyx didn't get how Roxas liked it so much. It tasted so… plain. Then again, that's all Roxas was. Just a plain old guy. He threw the boxes onto the table and pulled open more cupboard doors, looking or bowls.

"Music time! Morning jam session, start!" Demyx said, pressing buttons on an old radio that sat on the countertop. Loud and upbeat music blasted through the speakers and Demyx bobbed his head along to it, dancing around as he grabbed two bowls. Slamming those onto the table, he danced around and shut the open doors. Demyx twirled over to a drawer and pulled that open sharply, causing all the silverware to shake. He wiggled his hips as he grabbed two spoons and slid them across the table. With one of his wiggling hips, he closed the drawer and boogied to the fridge.

"Roxas! If you don't hurry your cereal will get soggy!" Demyx screamed over the music. Hopefully the blonde heard him.

"Maybe I like my cereal soggy," replied a muffled yell. Demyx laughed and yanked out the milk, shaking as he put it with the rest of the stuff. He sang along to the song, rather badly because he didn't know the words, and began to make Roxas' bowl of cereal. Why let his delicious cereal get soggy?

Because of all the dancing and singing, Demyx wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing. Some of the plain cereal spilled onto the table. So did some of the milk. Demyx didn't even notice that it happened! He was too busy shaking his bum to see what he did. Pushing Roxas' bowl by Roxas' seat, Demyx began working on his own bowl. He filled it all the way to the top of the bowl with chocolate puffs and then overfilled it with milk, creating more of a mess.

"Yum! A good way to start my day!" Demyx said happily. He reached over to grab a spoon and began devouring his breakfast. More cereal got on the table than into Demyx's mouth.

By the time Roxas was out of the shower and in his work uniform, Demyx had nearly finished his cereal. Roxas walked into the kitchen, drying his spikes with a towel when he noticed the wonderful mess Demyx left. He muttered to himself about disgusting roommates and took a seat in front of his very… gross looking breakfast. Roxas grabbed a spoon and threw the towel onto the chair next to him. Demyx tilted back and slurped back the yummy chocolate milk that was left over.

"You're a pig Dem. See what you did?" Roxas mumbled, poking at his soggy cereal. Demyx looked at him very confused until he saw the table. Blushing, he leapt up and grabbed the roll of paper towels.

"Sorry Roxas! I guess I should stop dancing and be careful, huh?" Demyx laughed. Roxas grumbled something that Demyx couldn't hear and lifted a spoonful of cereal to his lips. Demyx hurriedly tried to dry up the milk using more paper towels than necessary.

"Don't waste the whole damn roll! We'll need more of it sooner or later! Knowing you, there'll be another mess for me to clean tonight," Roxas grouched. Demyx ripped off one more sheet and threw the roll back onto the counter.

"I said I was sorry! And I do not make messes all the time! Besides, I clean up my own messes," Demyx said, putting his hands on his hips and pouting. Roxas took one look at him and couldn't control his laughter.

"Please Demyx! You rarely clean anything! Maybe your room and the occasional spill here and there," Roxas snorted. Demyx huffed and finished cleaning up. He tossed his bowl into the sink and put the milk into the refrigerator. He put the cereal boxes back and sat down at the table with Roxas.

"I'm getting off at five today. You are too, right? That new girl is closing up. I'm coming by after work to see her!" Demyx smiled.

"Do you have to make friends with everyone new? I thought you were my best friend? Hope you're not making a new best friend!" Roxas said. Demyx stared at him slyly.

"Oh Rox, are you jealous over all my new friends? Let's see, there's Axel, Riku, Sora, and soon to be… Xion!" Demyx said, listing all the new people. Roxas flinched at the mention of Axel's name.

"That redhead fool better not become your new best friend. The day I die… no. Not even then! He better not be at my funeral either," Roxas said, pointing at Demyx with his spoon.

"Axel's not such a bad guy! Sure, you just have a bad first impression!" Demyx said, defending the man he barely knew.

"And second… and third. Look, three strikes! He's out! I'm not even counting what happened in my room," Roxas said, eating more of his lumpy breakfast. Demyx sighed and thought about something else to say.

"Well, I know you'll end up liking him eventually! You can't possibly hold a grudge forever! Your nose isn't all that bad anymore! Err, well, it's not as bad as yesterday," Demyx mended after Roxas glared at him. The blonde mumbled to himself and rubbed his bruised nose. It was starting to fade, but not too much. It was still rather purple. Roxas was just glad Axel didn't break his nose.

"Just watch me. I bet I'll never like the guy. He's going to become my arch enemy, just you wait!" Roxas said, finishing his cereal. He got up and put it with Demyx's empty bowl in the sink.

"Oh just go to work, will you?" Demyx growled.

"I plan on it. I'm just going to brush my teeth and fix my hair. Then you're on your own for a bit. Ugh, Marluxia better not be gone too long. I hate being alone in the shop! Don't want to get robbed or murdered or something," Roxas sighed, walking out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

"Stop being a sour puss and cheer up!" Demyx called after him. He sighed and put his head on his hand. He's known Roxas for so many years and he's always known him as a pessimistic person. While Demyx on the other hand, was always the one who saw the glass half full. Even when Roxas was dating Naminé for all those years, four to be exact, he wasn't all that happy. Demyx tried his best to make sure his best friend was happy, but nothing works. It didn't help that Naminé cheated on Roxas with some fellow named Seifer for two years of their relationship. Roxas had caught them a month ago and broke it off. That only made Roxas even more unhappy.

How can I make my best friend happy? How can I make him into an optimistic person? It hurts me to see him like this, Demyx asked himself. He sighed again and rested his chin on the table. All those stressful thoughts were giving him a headache.

O~o~O

Opening up shop and being alone working until Marluxia shows up, then a new girl starts her first shift later. Could the day get any more stressful for Roxas? Roxas shouldn't say stuff like that. He knows it'll just get blown up in his face.

"I don't even know why we open so early! Very few customers need flowers at… nine in the morning!" Roxas grumbled, glancing at his watch. He drummed his fingers on the counter and watched the door, waiting for someone to walk in. Demyx had left for work a little while ago and now the whole building was completely empty. Roxas was totally alone and he didn't like that.

What if there was a robber? What if someone broke in upstairs and Roxas didn't even know? Honestly, who'd steal from someone early in the morning? Don't criminals have day jobs or something? Roxas wouldn't know. He never really stole anything in his life. The blonde was just one big goody two shoes.

Sighing, Roxas turned around to face a table with pretty vases on it. They were all empty of course, waiting for someone to purchase them and be filled with colorful flowers. Roxas grabbed the spray bottle from the table and turned around to lift part of the counter up to get to the other side. He looked out the flower shop window to see people walking by and cars zooming past.

"What I'd give to travel. Ha, a traveling aspiring author. I mean, wouldn't traveling spark my imagination or something? Seeing all those beautiful sights like rivers and meadows and cliffs would give him a wonderful setting idea. Staring at the clouds was something Roxas used to love doing, but lately he just hasn't had the time.

The blonde sprayed the leaves of the plants in the windows first and then plants closer to the middle of the shop. It was a part of his daily routine. Then when Marluxia got back, he'd either man the register still or head into the back to get some vases premade. He just hoped it wasn't another slow day. Roxas also hoped a certain redhead wasn't going to be stopping by. Oh wouldn't that just be the highlight of his day.

I might scream if he stops by. My nose still hurts, Roxas growled in his head. He frowned and continued spray the plants, wishing Marluxia would hurry up. His fingers lightly brushed on his still bruised nose and Roxas flinched. He hated bruises almost as much as he hated that stupid redhead.

O~o~O

"Roxas! Sorry I'm late. Errands, you know? How about you take your lunch break, eh? Rumor is that the little fridge in my office has snack cakes! We both know how much you love those!" Marluxia smiled as he opened the door. The ding was what made Roxas slowly lift up his head. He slowly blinked his blue eyes at the pink man, but once he heard snack cakes, break, and fridge, he perked up.

"You're going to let me have one? Those are like, your babies. You never let me have one!" Roxas said excitedly. If he was a dog, his tail would be taking off like a rocket at that moment. Roxas would also be panting like crazy. Marluxia's answer was a simple wink and Roxas took off for his office. His fingers were quick to get the door open, his stomach rumbling for some delicious chocolate snack cakes.

"Don't eat all of them. You can have one package Roxas. Oh would you look at that, it's twelve! The new girl will be here soon. Guess my errands lasted longer than I thought!" Marluxia said as he lifted up the part of the counter to watch over the register.

"About seven or eight people dropped in. Mainly the roses and the lilies today. I'll make new vases after my break," Roxas said as he shut Marluxia's door with a bang. Marluxia jumped at the sound and sighed. They've been open for about three hours and only seven or eight people bought flowers? Business sure was slow. But once they get Marly's Traveling Flower Shop up and running, more money flows in. Summer and spring were a good time for Marluxia's shop. Speaking of the Traveling Flower Shop, they had to get the cart set up. Hopefully they'd have it running in the next few days.

"Roxas gets to push it around first! He called dibs himself," Marluxia chuckled darkly. Summer was getting hot and the weather report said that they were getting a bunch of hot days soon. Marluxia didn't want to be the one to push that big heavy thing around in the heat. Roxas and eventually Xion will be the ones to take over that. He smiled viciously and let his mind wander to Roxas, struggling and melting in the heat. What a funny sight for him! Yet, it was also rather cruel.

Inside Marluxia's office, Roxas was on his knees, licking his lips greedily. His fingers were itching to tear open the small package of two delicious chocolate cakes and devour them quickly, but he had to stay in control. Roxas wanted to make them last. Slowly he opened the package and slid one of the cakes out, letting it drop into his waiting hand.

"These are so good. Man, why don't I just buy them for the apartment? Oh right, I live with Demyx," Roxas said. He gulped and brought the cake to his lips, not quite eating it yet. Roxas took a quick glance at the door, in case Marluxia was going to burst through the door saying he was kidding and end up taking the treat away. Once he knew that it was all safe, Roxas took the first bite and his insides just melted.

My god this is delicious. Why the hell can't Demyx just not touch them? Or I can eat them all myself in one night. Now Roxas, that's really unhealthy, Roxas thought as he licked some of the white cream that got on his lips. That was his favorite part about it.

Before Roxas knew it, he was stuffing it right in his face, eating both of them quickly. He licked his lips and leaned against Marluxia's desk, sighing happily. The floor was the best place to eat addicting chocolate snacks it seems. Roxas' blue eyes drifted to the mini fridge where Marluxia kept his daily snacks and drinks. His stomach growled and suddenly he was craving another.

"Just one more can't hurt. I'm sure Marluxia won't even notice. It's a really big box," Roxas said, opening the fridge. He scanned the two shelves, finding the box easily. Gulping, he slipped his fingers inside and snagged another package. One more couldn't hurt… right?

O~o~O

Thirty minutes went by soon enough and Marluxia figured it was time to go wake up Roxas. He had a feeling that the blonde ended up falling asleep. Roxas really hadn't got a lot of sleep over the past two days. Not to mention he had been working the early shift a lot lately. Marluxia walked over to the door to his office and knocked three times.

"Roxas? Did you fall asleep? Again?" Marluxia chuckled. There was no response so he took that as a yes. Marluxia open the door and he gasped at the sight.

The blonde lay there with the nearly empty box of chocolate cakes on his slowly moving stomach. Small groans came from him and he moved slightly, making all the empty wrappers around him crinkle. Roxas sat up and blinked slowly at his boss. Cream was all over his lips and there were even pieces of cake still on his face.

"Break's already over?" Roxas moaned. His stomach growled and Roxas groaned, knocking the box off of him to grasp his stomach in pain. Marluxia just placed his face in his hand and he sighed. Roxas had ended up eating almost all of his snack cakes and got a stomachache from it.

"Clean up your mess and your face. As punishment, you're watching the register while I make the vases. Hurry up! I'll cover you until you're done in here. Christ Rox, you really didn't listen when I said eat one package," Marluxia said, trying to keep his cool. Roxas raised his arm and saluted his boss, but groaned when his stomach protested.

"Got any medicine?" Roxas asked, quickly clutching his stomach again.

"Upstairs in my apartment I do. Can't you just… go crap and feel better?" said a slowly getting angry Marluxia. Roxas shook his head and grabbed Marluxia's desk, helping himself up. He ate too many of the cakes and was feeling so awful. Combining that with lack of sleep could've easily made him get very sick.

"I think I ate too many. Sorry Marly! I'll buy you a new box. Right after I finish this one!" Roxas said, bending down to grab another package, eyes looking hungry. When his stomach pretty much kicked Roxas, telling him it was enough, Roxas flinched back. No more snack cakes for him.

"If you're too sick to work I'll just watch the register until the new girl gets here. Can you at least clean your mess? You can go home for the day. It's all your fault you know," Marluxia said, turning to leave Roxas alone. The blonde sighed and tried to bend down to grab all the empty wrappers, but his stomach was really hurting him. He managed to get his fingers on part of the box, pulling it up to him. Roxas had left three packages in the box. He bit his lip, trying to decide if he should take them for himself or not. Why were they so addicting?

Maybe I could save them for later. I already promised Marluxia a new box. When I go grocery shopping this weekend I'll grab two boxes. One for me and one for me! I mean, Marluxia, Roxas thought. He looked at the door again before dumping the last three out. His mouth was already salivating just looking at them. Roxas really had a snack cake problem. Rapidly, he stuffed them into his pockets and pulled his shirt over the lumps. After that, he fought the stomach pain and went back to picking up the plastic wrappers. He stuffed them into the empty box and threw that out into the trash.

Roxas left Marluxia's office, placing a hand on his upset stomach. It growled unhappily at him and Roxas winced inward at the pain. There was no way he'd be able to work like that. If stomachs could talk, his would be saying 'Roxas you idiot! You knew what would happen if you ate too much. You weren't supposed to anyway! Fool!'

He really was a fool, wasn't he? Roxas' hand was on the doorknob, leading to the stairs and Marluxia turned around to glare at him. The blonde gulped and shivered at the cold stare. He could feel Marluxia's eyes drift to his pocket. The pink haired man knew.

All he had to do was outstretch his hand and Roxas knew. The blonde hung his head in shame and pulled out two of the packages from his pocket. He had to save at least one for himself! Unwillingly, Roxas placed them in Marluxia's hand. Marluxia squished them until all the cream squeezed out and made a mess in the wrapper. Roxas gasped and frowned at Marluxia. What a waste. Marluxia sighed and slammed them onto the counter.

"Go home, take a crap, take medicine, sleep, or do anything to make yourself feel better. I want you well rested and healthy for tomorrow. You even have the later shift. Xion will be working that shift as well. I'm heading out at five. You'll be in charge. Now, may I have my keys?" Marluxia said, really annoyed with Roxas at the moment. The blonde blushed as he fished around in his pocket and when his fingers touched metal, he yanked them out. Marluxia snatched them from Roxas and pointed to the door.

Roxas grumbled under his breath and held his stomach as it hurt him again. He made a face at Marluxia when his back was turned and then opened the door to head home. Roxas reached back into his pocket, after he shut the door and began climbing the stairs, for his apartment key.

"I should text Demyx and tell him to pick up ginger ale. If the medicine doesn't work, that sure as hell will," Roxas groaned. He stopped at his door and fumbled with the key. It took him a bit before he actually unlocked his door and stepped inside.

Remembering Demyx's No Shoes in the Apartment Rule, Roxas kicked off his work shoes and placed them next to his sneakers. He shut the door behind him and headed right for his room. Roxas really wanted to get out of his uniform and pajamas and be comfortable. Quickly he stripped of his icky uniform and grabbed the stuff he wore last night and threw those on.

He left his phone on his night stand and he could see the notification light blinking. Roxas grabbed it and flipped it open to see he had a two text messages. His stomach growled at him again and Roxas squeezed it tightly, really in pain that time.

"One's from Demyx and the other is, huh. I don't know that number," Roxas said. He opened Demyx's first, figuring his friend was more important.

Marly texted me and told me that you got sick at work! Ginger ale, right? Roxas read in his head. He smiled at how well Demyx knew him. Roxas always requested ginger ale when he got sick. It really helped him. He was just surprised at how quickly Marluxia sent that text and how quickly Demyx was able to see and respond to it.

"Alright, on to the, ugh. Stupid stomach. Stop that! It hurts! Anyway, so who's this? Hey Rox, it's me Axel. Dropping by your work today. Going to need more flowers for my sister. Well thank god I'm home sick! Don't want to see his mug. Wait a second, did he just text me again? What's this one? Rox, it's Axel again. Dem just told me you got sick and went home. Sorry dude, hope you feel better! Want some soup? Ha, ha! I seriously doubt he really cares," Roxas read. He rolled his eyes, put his phone in his pocket and shuffled his way out of his room and into the bathroom. Roxas groaned as opened up the medicine cabinet and reached for the antacid. He just wanted to take it, curl up on the sofa and maybe work on a plot or something.

He grabbed it and his eye twitched as held in his hand. Roxas read over as to how much of it he should drink. Pouring it into the little measuring cup, Roxas was not excited for the taste. His face scrunched up in disgust as he brought it to his lips and gulped the nasty stuff back. Roxas felt like gagging. It really did taste awful. He cleaned up the cup and put it all away, closing the medicine cabinet.

"Really disgusting. Yuck, how do people even like that crap? Alright, I'll go grab my laptop and chill out on the couch," Roxas said, walking back into his room. His laptop was on his desk, charging. Surely it was fully charged. He had a good three hours then. His stomach still hurt, so he still grasped it with each step he took. Roxas pulled it off the charger and held it under his arm as he hobbled out of his bedroom and down into the living room.

Roxas laid down on the sofa and propped his knees up so he could rest his laptop on his thighs. He booted it to life and grabbed the remote from the coffee table and switched on the television. Roxas only wanted it for background noise so he wouldn't freak himself out. With his laptop on, Roxas signed in and waited for it finish loading so he could open up an old file.

"Maybe I should just start fresh. I don't know," Roxas yawned. His eyes were starting to close, but the sharp pain that went through his stomach quickly made them open up again. The lesson that Roxas learned that day, snack cakes are addicting and evil.

He decided to open up a new document and he just drummed his fingers on the keyboard, waiting for an idea to hit him. Roxas pursed his lips and tried thinking about it. What could he write about that has nothing to do with love? He was done with love for the time being. So how about a war story? Then again, Roxas didn't know much about war and he wasn't particularly fond of it either.

Sora. Sora had given him a good character idea. So why not start there? The guy who looked like a complete bad ass, but was a total weakling on the inside. Now all Roxas needed was a plot, a setting, supporting characters, a conflict and the list could go on. Jesus there was a lot when it came to writing. Why the hell did Roxas enjoy it so much?

Roxas yawned again and rubbed his eye. Slowly, but surely, the medicine was starting to kick in. At least, Roxas thought it was. He had random words written on his document from his keyboard drumming. Well, there was Roxas' soon to be fabulous story starter. The hook to his soon to be best seller! Yeah right.

"Maybe a quick nap will do me good. A forty minute nap and I'll be able to dream. I'll write about my dream!" Roxas smiled. Another yawn followed that and Roxas knew he needed a nap. He closed his laptop and set it on the coffee table. Roxas curled up on the sofa and closed his blue eyes. It was in no time when he fell asleep.

O~o~O

"Rox? Roxas, did you fall asleep? Wake up!" said a voice. Someone was shaking him and without really knowing it, Roxas swatted that person away and growled at them. He just wanted to continue sleeping in peace. Roxas rolled over on his other side, turning away from the person.

"Go away," he mumbled. Roxas was just yanked back, causing his eyes to flash open. Demyx was glaring down at him, hands on his hips.

"Don't you tell me to go away. Wake up dude! It's like, six o' clock. How long were you asleep?" Demyx asked. Roxas yawned and slowly sat up. Wait a second. Six o' clock? Was it really that late? Well, Demyx was home after all. Roxas had slept for about five hours instead of the forty minutes he wanted.

"Long dude. I just wanted a nap! You're home a little later than expected. Stop by downstairs?" Roxas yawned. He was finally waking up and could see Demyx fully. The sandy blonde was dealing with bags on the kitchen table. There weren't many, but he was putting stuff away.

"Yes I did! That new girl is just adorable! She really is like you. Kind of looks like you too. Marluxia says he hopes you feel better! Oh! And he said that Axel dropped off a big bowl of soup for us. Guess what we're having for dinner?" Demyx smiled as he lifted up a big container. Roxas blinked at him, completely shocked. Axel wasn't kidding?

"He brought us soup?" Roxas asked, stunned.

"Well, Marluxia told me that he brought it for you because you're sick and all. Isn't that just the sweetest? Glad I told him yes to that date Friday! I'm sure it'll be great! Well, it's yours and all, but there's just way too much soup for one. So, we're eating it for dinner tonight. Leftovers you can keep or I'll give them to Marly! You may not like the guy, but he did something nice. The least you could do is send him a text saying thanks!" Demyx said, running around the kitchen, putting stuff away.

"Maybe I'll do it. Probably won't eat the soup though. I don't think I'll eat anything every again. Did you get my ginger ale?" Roxas asked, getting up from the sofa. His whole body was stiff from staying in one position for too long. He really needed to stretch out.

"Yep! They let us out early so I took a trip to the store and got some things we might need. Tomorrow I'm heading to the Laundromat. Got any clothes you need washed? Get a bag ready tonight," Demyx said, putting away groceries. Roxas nodded and stretched his arms over his head. He looked at the big bowl with the blue lid and wondered what soup was in there. Roxas peeled back the lid back a bit to reveal… chicken noodle soup. The soup everyone eats when they're sick.

It was kind of nice I guess. Maybe I will text him or something. Just to say nice. Nothing else. Looks pretty good too. Wonder if he made it homemade or from a can? Eh, soup's soup. Maybe I'll eat it. I do feel better, Roxas thought. He yawned again and pulled out a chair to sit down. That's when he remembered he left his phone in his pocket.

Roxas pulled it out of his pocket to see that he had another text from Axel. He knew it was Axel because he hadn't saved the number and it was the same as the other two. Rolling his eyes, he opened it to see what the redhead fool had to say now.

Made that soup myself. Hope it tastes good. My mom's recipe. Get better Rox! Roxas read in his head. He didn't feel it, but Roxas was actually smiling. Smiling at something his supposed arch enemy said. Maybe he had fever and not just a stomachache.

Author's Note

Well it's been a while since I've updated this! Sorry, I have no excuses this time. I'm just cruel. :c

So, soup. Axel made Roxas... soup.

We also find out Roxas has a chocolate snack cake addiction. Stupid Roxas, you got yourself sick!

Kind of a boring chapter, but it's something! I promise they'll get better! Next chapter we get to meet XION.

You guys have no clue how much I adore Xion. Namine & Xion are my favorite girl characters in the whole series.

Then Aqua, Larxene & Olette... then everyone else, but Kairi! ^^

Anyway, so what did you guys think?

Also, July 31st is soon.

This day means a lot to me... because...

IT'S THE DAY KINGDOM HEARTS: DREAM DROP DISTANCE IS FINALLY RELEASED IN AMERICA.

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY... FOR SO LONG... T_T

Who else is getting it? c:

Alright, I'm done. One last thing...

DISCLAIMER. I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS.

ALTHOUGH, I WISH I DID. THERE WOULD BE SO MUCH YAOI & YURI. OH AND MARLUXIA AND KAIRI WOULDN'T EXIST.

That's all my dears!

Oh, I'm actually ending all my ranting here with 'Stay Cool. ' from now on. So...

Stay Cool.

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