Hey peoples!

Finally managed to start this one. Thoughts came flying outta nowhere in particular and I just typed away (and screwed up my original image of this story).

I'd love it if you could review after reading please! -uses infamous Bambi- eyes I love it when I get reviews, unless they're flamers of the horribly mean variety, then I feel sad and spend the next day and a bit lying in bed eating frozen yoghurt. It happens.

So, anywhoo. I've decided I want to test your music knowledge. Each chapter shall be called something suitable from the lyrics of a song that I may or may not know, and I will give cyber mini sugar donuts (can't give you real ones as they may get lost in the mail, but it's the thought that counts) to whoever first gets the song right.

Here I am, waffling about nothing when you lot should be amazing yourselves with the fact that I'm among the few fanfictionists (teehee ) who started with a sorta Roxas pov where he has Sora as a twin without making him sleeping in bed and being woken up by Sora!

So enjoy!!!!

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'We're goin' home, it's nice and warm to say. He starts to move, she starts to play. I need a body, why not you. He's a woman, she's a man'

Roxas sighed as he sat down on his new bed, staring at the four walls that he would soon familiarize and, consequently, grow to hate. His new room was bare and awaiting the personalization scheme that came with being part of a house, though Roxas still wasn't sure what persona he wanted to become, as he'd only really been a boy for little over a week.

Yes, it was true. Roxas was really a girl (thus the reason his name was so girly). But being daughter to the most dangerous of makes-mission-impossible-seem-like-a-cinch type spy dad and a mom who slid her way in among the top dogs of the world and created pure havoc has it's disadvantages, like never getting the time to talk to your folks and getting chased by lots of gun totting idiots. I wonder which one's worse, Roxas thought wryly.

At one point either of them must've angered someone with a lot of time and money, for after school about two months earlier two guys in sciency white coats and blue gloves came up to her and tried to stick a needle in her neck.

Though they weren't expecting Roxas to know how to kick scrawny hiney! Her parents had deemed Roxas in danger and had done everything in their power (quite a bit actually) to keep her safe. Even if it meant giving her a change of sex (done through the magic of surgery), eye color, school, family, life, everything…

"Roooooooooxy! You didn't have'ta tie my shoelaces together in order to get the best room, you know? I would've been a good big brother and let you have it anyway," whined a similar aged chocolate haired boy from just outside the door.

"Twin, Sora! We are twins." Roxas called back, sending the kid a dry look. He'd only known this guy for as long as he'd been a boy and was already so close to him that no one would expect them to be son and daughter of different rich people who wanted them safe.

Sora waved a skinny arm in an 'a miner detail' kind of pose. Before turning on his heel and leave his new twin brother.

Roxas had little or no clue about his new twins past. All he knew was that Sora's real name wasn't really Sora and he was soooooooo! hyper that any sugary treats was absolutely out of the question when around him.

Roxas sighed for the second time that day and decided to check out his new bathroom. It was small and antique and apparently not the only one in the house, just the upstairs one. There was plenty of space for Roxas to leave his shit lying around and had a big glazed window so as to keep the bathroom mold-free with a minimum of peeping toms eyesight allowed to see within.

Roxas caught his appearance in the big mirror and started staring blankly at his face. He'd been doing the same thing ever since he became a guy. Every time he saw a mirror, he'd stare at his new (and way too cute for his liking) face.

He had big viper blue eyes that managed to contain so many emotions he decided that he'd need to practice hiding a few of them, or else it'll be like people reading his mind except really reading his eyes. The eyes seemed to fit perfectly in with his golden blonde hair, which was currently only a little bit spiked but Roxas decided that that would change just as soon as he bought some gel. He liked his hair spiked well.

Roxas jumped a bit as he turned to see Sora standing next to him. They ended up both staring at each other in general.

"Nah, I still don't see what Cloud's on about, we don't look that much like," Sora shrugged, still looking at Roxas and himself. Cloud was their new older brother and he was the one who was supposed to keep them safe. Doing a crap job so far as he wasn't even in the house. Roxas theorized that Cloud was getting the rest of the furniture from the garage it'd been kept in. The three of them had spent their first week of becoming a family in a little inconspicuous motel room, now it was bring on their house, and eventually their school.

Sora and Roxas had been purposely adapted (with the fine art of surgery. Roxas loved how much a person could change through just a few billion dollars) to look the same. And though their short height, little weight, scrawny body structure and expressional bright cerulean eyes were both alike in every manner of the word. That was kind of where the sameness ended.

Sora's skin was a cinnamon mixed with milk sort of color, like the main color in well-done hot chocolate, while Roxas had a creamy pale skin tone. His hair was a strong shade of brown and stuck out randomly in big clumps, quite unlike Roxas blonde hair with the spikes all in one, slightly angled, direction.

Roxas glared at his stupid hair and saw his reflection give off a cute pout. He tried dementing his face into a true glare, though the effort was lost on his childish face.

Sora laughed. "It won't work Rox. I can't get my face to stop pouting either. Though I found out the bambi eyes work a treat, do you think we could create an army if we both begged them to with the bambi eyes at the same time?"

Roxas thought about it for a second. "Maybe…" then his pouting reflection changed instantly, and his eyes became the best puppy dog look he could muster, Sora copied him exactly and as they stared at their adorable 'obey my every command and both of us shall be happy, and you want us to be happy, don't you?' faces, they realized that they were and unbeatable force when put together.

"Let's only do this look individually, people at our new high school may get used to the 'evil twin puppy dog' look if we kept doing it together," Sora said, his eyes going back to their original look.

Roxas nodded, "Our secret weapon, eh?"

Sora giggled and leaned on Roxas' shoulder. Something he new Roxas didn't like.

"Oi!" Roxas said, taking a step backwards, "I've got this personal bubble around me with a radius of two feet and you can't go into it without my specified invitation."

Sora just shuffled along with him and continued staring at his and Roxas' reflections blankly.

He turned to Roxas with a serious look on his face and said in a deep voice, "Then consider me your personal bubble popper!"

Roxas didn't say anything for the second, opting to look down at their feet instead.

"Wow, there's one big difference. Your feet a HUGE!" he laughed as he noticed that Sora's feet were about an inch and a bit longer than his own. Sora huffed and poked Roxas in the cheek.

A car door slammed outside and Sora gasped in delight. Instantly forgetting the insult. He left the bathroom and ran down the carpeted stairs shouting, "Omigosh! Our new stuff is here! What have we got Cloud?! I hope there's one of those really squishy couches!"

Roxas sighed (again) and followed his warped twin.

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The day before Roxas and Sora were going to their new high, Roxas still didn't know where it was as there were at least three schools in the area, was when their new older brother, Cloud, sat them down to discuss what they'd say about their past to their new school mates if asked. They couldn't even utter a word of their protection program and if they mucked up on their fake past… well let's just say it wouldn't be pretty.

"Okay, you've had the whole week to memorize those papers with our new history on them, I'm gonna quiz you." Cloud said as he took his grey apron off and stretched out on the loveseat, leaving Roxas and Sora to unintentionally groan and sit on wooden chairs and other randomly found sitting objects.

Cloud was a good guy. Tall and muscular (unlike his new younger siblings) and good at whatever he did, which currently was cooking and delivery service. He had the blondest of blonde hair and eyes that matched Roxas and Sora's, though with less emotion in them.

"Sora," Sora perked up at the sound of his name. Cloud continued, "What's mom and dad's names?" Sora didn't even need to think about it, he replied quickly. "Lenne and Shuyin." (AN- perfect in my opinion, Lenne's hair and Shuyin's skin on Sora, and Shuyin's hair and Lenne's skin tone on Roxas, tada!)

"Yep. Roxas, what school did you and Sora used to go to?" Roxas looked up, as he'd been staring at the floor for most of the time so far.

"Mount Crapton High," he provided, receiving a hard glare from Cloud, "Roxas!"

Roxas frowned slightly, "What? I probably would've said that even if I had gone to it. I mean, have you even seen the pictures of it? The place is an absolute shithole!" Roxas replied, his eyes returning to a certain spot on the carpet.

Cloud stopped to think, and then lightly thumped Roxas on the back of the head for swearing and said, "You have a point there,"

The questionnaire continued in a general manner before Cloud finally left to go pick up Chinese food from a restaurant five blocks away, as they didn't do deliver and the boys had had it with eating Hawaiian pizza day in and day out. He grumbled something about the agency not letting him have a car so that Roxas and Sora wouldn't nick it for any occasion and walked out into the warm afternoon sunlight.

"Sooooo. I got another question 'bout your real past." Sora said, turning to Roxas who had sat down on the now cozy loveseat the moment Cloud got up. Much to Cloud's general displeasure.

"Mmmhmm," Roxas replied in a bored tone, eyes closing lightly.

"Uuuuh… what was it like to have boobs?" Sora asked. Somehow during the course of the week, Sora had garbled out of Roxas about him originally being a girl. And though Sora still treated him like a guy, he wouldn't stop asking stupid questions, though they stayed in a similar category. What did you find attractive in guys. What was it like to pee sitting down. Do you prefer being a girl or a guy. That kind of thing.

Roxas thought about it. "Annoying," he said to Sora's amazement.

"What? But boobs are good things!" Sora sounded out. Though Roxas already knew this was only half true for Sora and his bisexualness. Lucky for him Roxas and Cloud weren't phobic in any way.

"Yah, for you guys maybe. For girls, they have to wear a bra and those things itch. And most of the girls either feel that their boobs are too small or too big. And guys gawk at them which make the poor things even more self-conscious. Honestly Sora, it's much easier being a guy,"

Sora looked like he wanted to ask another question. "Waaaat?" Roxas asked tiredly.

"Well… um… since you're a guy now, are you gonna be lesbian for girls or gay for guys? Either way it'll be weird for you since you said you were straight before, right?" Sora squeaked out, making Roxas' breath freeze in his chest.

In truth he hadn't thought about this, he thought it would be easy to be a guy, but Sora had mentioned that boys sometimes shunned homosexuals and stereotyped them. Roxas thought about how hard it would be pretending to like girls and he would probably be treated as a ladies man for his slight understanding of them. Though, Roxas had been a tomboy when he was a girl so his knowledge of their minds was also limited.

"Hellllllooooooo?" Sora said, leaning forward and waving a hand in front of Roxas' face. Roxas' eyes refocused on Sora and he frowned in annoyance.

"I-" Roxas' paused, scratching his forehead in thought.

"Yeeeees? I will like which gender?" Sora pressed, becoming irritated at the lack of answers coming from Roxas.

"I'll be a gay guy then, how 'bout that?" Roxas said, eyes shining in delight as he finally came up with an answer.

Sora nodded vaguely, knowing Roxas didn't want the subject to carry on in this direction. Though internally, the hyper brunette was wondering if they'd be treated differently as a family of not straight people. I mean, Sora thought to himself, I'm bi, Roxy's gay and Cloud is a twenty something year old virgin and hasn't even been on a date before, I'm sure there is something bad about that in some eyes.

"Hey Rox? Hows about we get our rooms refurbished? Cloud won't be back for a bit and we might as well create personalities for ourselves. I'd flag you as one of those guys who's antisocial and wears really cool emo clothes and has band posters covering his walls in his room. Am I right?" Sora stared hopefully at the silent Roxas, his pleading eyes willing his counterpart to speak.

"Maybe. I don't know yet, to be honest. But my guess for you is the kind of hyper guy everyone becomes friends with easily. The type of guy who wears bright clothes," Roxas looked down at Sora's yellow shorts and sky blue t-shirt for confirmation, "and buys anime and stuff like that. How true was that?"

Sora huffed and folded his arms. "To the point."

Roxas put on a look of faux shock, then stood up and walked upstairs with Sora shuffling slowly behind him. Firstly, they stopped at the master bedroom. Cloud's room. It was the nicest room in the house and it had to be given to the guy who only went in there to sleep. It was big and spacious with five caramel green walls that spread evenly until reaching the giant window that faced north, getting a warming sun still as it slowly went down the horizon on the edge of the left-hand side of the window.

When I get my guitar back I'm gonna practice in this room regardless of whether Cloud lets me or not, Roxas thought as he quietly turned his head and carried on walking down the hall. They passed the already slightly messy upstairs bathroom and the small door that Cloud had said was a broom closet but, upon further investigation, was a room that contained the many little TV's that proved there were hidden cameras in the house, but the camera's only monitored windows and the doors leading outside. At least the agency respected the boys' privacy.

Next was Sora's room. It was slightly smaller than Roxas' room and got only the morning sun. The walls were a light blue and the view of outside was of someone's beautifully kept garden. The closet was one of those step-in ones and was big enough for Sora's many items of clothing.

"I got an idea for your room…" Roxas said more to himself than to Sora, turning out and walking down the hall to his room on the end, which was pretty much the front of the house but upstairs.

When he went inside, Roxas moved straight to his desk by the window, opening the drawers and searching through the many papers found in there. Sora lingered by the door and looked at the spacious but otherwise uninteresting room in delight. The walls were painted a bluish creamy grey and it caught all of the afternoon light head on, squishing together all of the colors with the orange glow.

Roxas made an 'uh huh!' noise and drew Sora's attention back to him. He held up a quick sketch he'd made during the week. It was an island facing the water with a star fruit covered tree in the middle. A perfect reminisce of Sora's old home done through vague description only.

Sora gaped at his ten minutes younger twin brother. "Whoa! You're an awesome artist!" Roxas almost blushed, "Can you help me paint it onto one of my walls, so I can look at it while I'm in bed?"

Roxas nodded and went to get his paints, pushing his still ungelled and becoming particularly annoying hair back while balancing paints on his arms. Sora ran over to grab some of the almost toppled over ones and walked with Roxas back to his room.

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Roxas spent the next ten minutes sketching the outline with chalk on the wall that would be facing Sora's bed just as soon as he moved it to the right place.

By that point Cloud had come home with the food and was about to threaten the boys when they raced downstairs, gobbled up the food, said their thanks and ran back up. Cloud sighed and smiled. Shouting one of those sweet big brother 'sure I care about you but I'm gonna kill whoever hurls up on the carpet' warnings.

Cloud sat and read a random magazine in silence, until he realized there actually was silence in the house, meaning one of the boys was doing something that could get him in trouble. Yes he knew Roxas was originally a girl, but now he was a guy so Cloud was to treat him as an annoying little brat of a brother.

"If you two are doing something illegal, make sure it's well hidden by the time I get up there or else there'll be hell to pay," Cloud shouted, getting up and walking slowly up the stairs. It was true that Cloud threatened the boys a bit too often, but he cared about them enough that other things he did for them (like making sure they ate, slept, went to school (when they start going to school that is), and didn't get attacked by people who hated the boys old parents) certainly made up for that. Not to mention the fact that the threats were hardly ever carried out unless the boys safety was involved, like earlier in the week during the incident of Sora, a can of coke given to him by Roxas, their now broken microwave, and a toy car. Enough said.

He found them in Sora's room, painting the coolest painting of a beach-like island Cloud had ever seen. Roxas' stats had said something about his ability to do all things artsy, a useful feature for some.

Instantly Sora jumped up and ran to Cloud.

"Look at it Cloud! Isn't it coolio?" Sora asked, jumping up and down in excitement. Cloud just looked at Roxas' work, before smiling lightly and turning back out the door.

"I think he likes it too," Sora whispered, as if Clouds presence was still there. Roxas returned to painting the last of the details while Sora lay on his bed, thinking about anything he could come up with.

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Roxas finished twenty minutes later and started to clean up all of the newspaper that had been carefully placed so as to avoid paint dripping on things. He told Sora to not touch it under any circumstances and walked out. Sora followed him to his room and watched him pack his stuff away and put on some shoes.

Sora understood what was happening and went to get his own sandals; he was at the door before Roxas was.

"And where are you two going at such an ungodly hour of the evening?" Cloud looked up from the television at the boys, before checking the time on his watch. Ten past eight. Roxas shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy yet form fitting jeans and leaned on the kitchen counter, half expecting to get yelled at.

"Grocery store. Why? Where d'ya expect us to be going?" he smirked at Clouds expression.

Cloud stood up, put on his conveniently placed shoes and walked up to them. "I'll come," he said valiantly, "there's about a gazillion more things we still need to have a proper house and you two don't have any school supplies. Now I'm not sure about you Roxas, but Sora and I've been living together for over a month and the last time I sent him on errands he ended up going to a Tenacious D concert instead of the bakery. He's lost my faith in him getting the right things," Sora looked down uncomfortably.

Roxas smirked at his twin and opened the door.

"Whatever," he said tiredly, not really interested who was coming unless it meant his gel was free.

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The grocery store was only a ten minute walk away so they got there without much incident. The store itself was really more of an everything store and had the gel Roxas wanted, plus enough food (and the much needed coffee) to last a week. Right next to the grocery store was a stationary store (plus the rest of the town strip) so Roxas and Sora went in to get some things. Sora started acting like the goofball he was so Roxas moved away from him and stood in an aisle at the back of the store, looking at the journals he couldn't afford on his meager expenses, which here means 'just the money Cloud gave him for pens and books and stuff'.

"This one would suit you best," a voice said from Roxas' left. Roxas turned to see a bluish grey haired boy about a year maybe two older than him. He had a midnight blue colored eye (yes eye, his hair was styled over his right eye, so only his left was visible) and was holding out a violet grey journal with the words of an anonymous poem on it. Roxas took it and read the poem.

"Walking this road

Without you

To remake forgotten promises and meet you at Roads End."

"Faded memories

Reconstructed memories

A dream- a dream of you

In a world without you."

"The dream I see in the world without you

Torn dream. Like a memory from the far past

I'd like to put it together

With you…"

Roxas looked up at the expressionless boy in front of him and said, "This is really good and all, but I'm low on cash so I gotta get my twin to he-" he paused when he saw that Sora had fallen asleep and was leaning against the shelf that a young store clerk was desperately trying to keep upright.

Roxas shook his head, "never mind, I doubt I'll get him to even wake up at this moment in time." He sighed in exasperation, making his new friend laugh.

"A ball of energy. I'm Zexion. You're new to town, right." Zexion looked at Roxas with his eye as if he was analyzing him.

"Ditto, Señor Mind Reader," Zexion almost partly half-smiled (just goes to show you how stoic he really was), "I'm Roxas. And yep, me, Sora over there and our big brother, Cloud, just moved here a week ago, startin' school tomorrow and everything," Roxas sighed, though really he was thrilled to see how good of a guy he could be. Of course he couldn't tell Zexion that.

"Where did you move from?" Zexion asked. It seemed the older male knew something was fishy- or girly- about Roxas.

"The spazzier part of Twilight Town. The weather here is so different, I'm still not used to this climate," Roxas looked down at his long-sleeved black shirt with the designs of a dragon surrounded by a thorny shrub done in white and pale blue and his dark jeans in dismay. Though Zexion was wearing all long-sleeved black as well. And chains too, Roxas noted.

"Twilight Town is used to hotter temperatures?" Zexion asked, though he probably already knew the answer.

"Uh… yeah. Well at least here in Hollow Bastion there doesn't seem to be any grease joints, I hate those places," Roxas looked back over at where Sora was sleeping only to find he'd gotten up again. To Zexion's confusion, Roxas started looking around the store again.

"Yes. Well I believe I should be going now. If you end up coming to my school then I may see you there. Otherwise, so lo-"

"ROXY!!!!!!" Sora jumped on Roxas' back and chatted away at a hundred miles and hour. By the time Roxas had gotten the over hyped fifteen year old back under control, Zexion had already left.

"Hey Sor?" Sora giggled at the nickname (though in reality, Roxas had only said it 'cause he ran out of breath) and nodded, "Can you help me pay for this with your leftover cash? I'll pay you back and everything it's just that I really want this journal," Sora looked at the violet journal then grabbed it out of Roxas' hands, claiming that, as big brother, he had to pay for this important idea storer.

Roxas followed him out the door and sighed wistfully, glad and disappointed to have a twin as weird as Sora.

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Roxas and Sora stood side-by-side just outside of the dull grey and brick building of Hollow Bastion's local high school. Out of all of the places in Hollow Bastion they could've gone to, the agency just had to send them to the cheapest one around.

Roxas wiped his right hand (as his left was currently holding an awesome skateboard he'd gotten from his 'parents') on his loose grey jeans and shuffled nervously.

Sora noticed his replica's actions and looked at Roxas curiously.

"I've never been to a co-ed school before, only 'all girl' ones. What if I don't act manly enough and I get flagged as a lunatic or something?" Sora laughed to his twin's annoyance.

"Well you knew it was coming, you couldn't go to an all girls' school if you're a guy. Plus there aren't any guy only ones around here, so buckle it in and have a good day," Sora grinned at Roxas and walked ahead of him, into the school grounds.

Roxas pulled out his schedule, knowing that it looked dorky if you checked it while in school.

It was a weird timetable that had different lessons for different days. For his Monday schedule it said that his first class was 'Peer Food Tech'. Huh? Roxas thought back to Cloud explaining each of his more confusing subjects while making mini muffins and scrubbing the floor with brushes attached to his shoes.

Stupid multitasking ability… mmmmmm those mini muffins were nice though. Wait! What did he say about this subject? Roxas thought hard and then remembered that some of his subjects, including food tech, art and sometimes physical ed. had involved the juniors (only a year older than Roxas and his would soon be classmates) helping out as part of their course work.

In Roxas language it meant, the 11th graders were bossing the sophomores around during all the lessons that said 'peer' in them. Peachy… Roxas thought in disdain as he pulled his backpack further up his shoulder and walked into the school grounds.

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By the time Axel had found Demyx, the 'too high to be in school' mohawk/mullet'd blonde was sitting on the budget price carpet in the middle of the second story hall, shirtless (Axel had found it along the way) and singing David Bowie's 'John, I'm only dancing' (and somehow managing to make it sound beautiful).

Demyx had developed a crowd of overseers and someone even had the nerve to throw a few coins at him.

"Alrighty then! The singing, hobo blonde is going away now!" Axel shouted, picking Demyx up and carrying him into the guys' bathroom. Demyx giggled at the sight of Axel, a majorly underweight teenager, trying to carry himself (not to mention his beloved sitar) around everywhere, like a chauffeur.

Axel, having kicked opened the bathroom door with his boot, accidentally knocked the sitar case against the door, which caused Demyx to immediately sober up and scold him.

"At least I have the courtesy to thank people when they save my non-existent dignity." Axel panted. He wasn't built for endurance, though skipping out on physical education and forgetting to eat most of the time might've had something to do with it.

Demyx grunted as he pulled his blue shirt back over his toned figure. Axel sighed and grabbed a bottle of caffeine filled energy drink out of his messenger bag.

"You look like you could use a swig," he said, passing his blonde friend the bottle and leaning against one of the white now grey sinks.

As soon as Demyx went back up to his usual (less than before but still frenzied) state of manicness, he started rambling about how annoying Mr. Saix was for giving him a stupid lunar test for his Astrology lesson first thing in the morning. Why'd the sod even decide to take Astrology? Just because it's an unusual subject to learn and sounded easy doesn't mean that an hour with Saix is anything short of unentertaining, Axel thought as he pulled out his mp3 and pulling the large headphones around his neck for when class started. Getting bored, Axel fidgeted with something in his pocketand pulled it out to find his treasured silver lighter (with his name engraved in the side no less).

"So what do you have first?" Demyx asked, stealing the lighter the redhead was still playing with and lighting a cig. Axel glimpsed the laminated card he'd stuck to his bag and groaned, "Peer food tech," he told the blonde before an idea came to him. His strong green eyes lit up mischievously as his long, pale fingers tapped the sink in delight.

"The last little squirt, whats-her-face?" he looked at Demyx, who thought about it before replying, "Selphie?" Axel nodded, "Yeah her. Well she left the school with only a minimal thanks to me,"

Demyx looked wryly at him, "did she decide to leave before or after you melted her metal ruler to her book and unquestionably thought you needed to prove to her that you were a natural red?" Axel considered this, "I think afterwards." Demyx laughed.

He rubbed his hands together as he heard the bell ring. Oh yes, Axel thought evilly, whoever is unfortunate enough to get me as a partner, you're gonna suffer through hell.

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A first chapter that hardly leads anywhere? Oh well…

At least one happy review and I'll update it, so have fun!

I'll introduce to my two little friends… Dedications and Mentions!

Dedications is someone/something that either helped me out for this chapter or reviewed something particularly nice last chappie I had on here.

Mentions are things I put in here that I technically don't own. Characters, songs (other than chapter beginning one), ideas, never quotes as I hope you can guess they aren't mine. Basically things that could get me sued if it weren't for me using fanfiction. So HA!

Dedications as no one reviewed last chapter (well duh! This is the first one) I'd say dedications go out to my bottle of grapefruit flavoured Frank! I wouldn't have survived until three in the morning without it.

Mentions let's see. Mission Impossible ain't mine. Neither are the sciency guys with blue gloves (they're from the series 'Firefly). Don't know who created the 'a minor detail' pose, but it wasn't me. The term 'personal bubble' came from my good (six ft tall! Big compared to my shortness) friend. Tubed gel is not mine. That poem is from… somewhere. Of course the tree isn't mine. If you didn't guess before, 'John, I'm only dancing' is an annoying song from David Bowie. Axel's silver lighter is based off of many lighters people have come up with put together, with my own ideas matched in there too. Peer food tech is something from one of my 'out of country' friends. And, obviously, all the characters mentioned are not mine and belong to many others, but not me.

Ciao!

Ж -gasps- it's a stilled dancing spider!

Roxas-Has-A-Stick (and he's not afraid to use it)