Oh yeah, story number seven! And this is going to one of my best works, I can feel it :) Heys! to all of you who are reading another one of my stories or who are reading my work for the first time. I'm an avid KH writer/reader and I hope this new attempt of mine will please the community greatly. I've never really had a reason to write an AU before but this came to me after reading up on some multiple fanfics and supernatural articles; and plus, an AU is pretty fun once you get it going :) But, I'll stop the jabber so you can start reading. Well here you go, the first chapter of my latest project:

Cold Taste

Disclaimer: All rights disclaimed, you know it.

Note: This story's rating will surely change to M after the next few chapters for adult themes and coarse language. Just to play it safe.

His fists slammed against the Victorian oakwood table

His fists slammed against the Victorian oakwood table. It cracked and split down the middle under his power, two legs shattering and crumbling to the ground. He growled angrily and with both hands, he threw the table at the nearest wall, not even bothering to look where.

"You can't be fucking serious!!"

The other man who was across from him turned his head slowly. The table that was just between them moments ago in the centre of the room, was now in pieces at the foot of the wall. He scoffed under his breath.

"Wow, you made sure that table knew all the potential of your strength."

"Don't try to change the subject, you bastard!"

He looked back to the other man.

"Now, why are trying to pin the blame on me? I only delivered the message. I'm not the one who carried it out. Don't call me a bastard for such accusations you don't even know."

The first man gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, guess not…But that still doesn't stop me from hating you!"

Then he launched himself forward, his hands out in front of him and with the baring of his teeth. He was abruptly stopped in front of the other man, being caught in a grip around the throat. Trying to get free, he began clawing at his holder's hand.

The blood seeped down from the hand and dripped onto the rich burgundy carpet, it's colour mixing in with the tough fabric and the light of the lit candles in the room.

The captive man, inhaled sharply and coughed out a breath for air. He kept his eyes narrowed never once turning away.

"Y-your b…blood smells ..f-foul…Ughh….f-fucking bastard…"

His choke holder narrowed his eyes as well, while a look of deep annoyance stretched on his face.

"My, my …such a temper when you get really angry.."

And just as a quickly, the man being held was swiftly and harshly hit across the face, then dropped on his knees.

"Learn some goddamn respect, Sora."

Still on his knees, the one known as Sora kneeled there for quite some seconds, just drawing in long, raspy breaths that created a cool breeze around him and swayed his brown spiky hair in all directions. His grey shirt, ripped of both sleeves, shuddered over his tall lean body, its fabric rising and falling with the hard muscles of his chest and back. With his legs still kneeling on the floor, Sora supported his body with his arms on the carpet, the muscles on them rippled as he began to cough again. The silver, chained necklace around his neck swung carelessly beneath his face. Quickly after, he rose from the floor and stood bravely, unnerved of any nervousness or caution. He didn't bother to wipe the dust off his black jeans.

Sora looked up to the other man with a glare, while wiping the blood that was beginning to trickle down his cheek with the back of his right hand, and ignoring the bruise that was burning on his cheek.

Acting as if it never happened, the other man began to pace around the room, looking up admirably towards portaits and paintings that hung low on the rich red wall covered in gold-painted designs. His pace was slow and followed a haunting metronome-like pace that never faulted, even for a little.

Sora eyed him carefully through his bangs, suspiciously watching as the man went slowly round the room with his head locked to the walls. He didn't dare say a word but kept the glare locked.

Once the man had reached the other end of the room, he stopped walking upon reaching the darkened fireplace directly ahead of Sora at the back wall and stood before it for a few seconds.

Sora was about to take a step forward; his mouth ready to spill out questions and angry cuss words. But he had to stop himself.

"Sora,"

As soon as the words left the other man's lips, the fireplace before him erupted with a burning fire, its embers and flames flickered, tauntingly dancing like concubines across the hot-white logs. The heat from it immediately enveloped the entire room in a warm orange bath. What was scary in the dark room before, now seemed to be appear more eerie once the light shone in.

Sora didn't react to any of it; but narrow his electric blue eyes further to look like slits, hoping that somehow they could slice the man in front of him to bits and pieces. The other man waited for a moment before he continued. His front was still to the fireplace.

"You know this. For centuries, your family and mine have been linked to a lineage of great beings…great beings who, shared and melted their abilities into us…"

As he talked, Sora heard footsteps muffled above him on the second floor.

"…Intertwined, we, not as a people, but as a family, have dominated over many others, …hiding in secrecy, …and never once letting another being, or beings stand in our way…"

While Sora listened to him, he also began to hear the footsteps move their way across the upstairs room towards the door that led to the staircases connecting the entire structure.

"…and with each generation, we grow only stronger…"

The footsteps echoed now in the staircase from the open door of the room Sora and the man were standing in.

"…because we pass on all our power and the power of those before us and of our ancestors…"

The footsteps were getting louder …which only meant they were coming the down stairs.

"…to the new ones…"

The footsteps were coming closer to their door.

"…but only once they become a full."

At this, Sora ignored the footsteps and turned his attention completely to the man at the fireplace. Said man, put his left hand on the mantel of the fireplace and bent his back down a little, easing his balance on the outstretched. As he looked into the fireplace, he sighed heavily.

"Damn Sora, you're finally of age …which means …after all that I've told you and after all that we've taught you …when this is over, you'll be the most powerful of us all."

As those words escaped his lips, Sora heard the footsteps filing into the room, one by one walking in the same slow, haunting way that the man before him had just did. He didn't look back and kept his eyes still glued in a glaring manner at the same man in front the fireplace. From what he could hear and tell out the corner of his peripheral vision, about five people had just entered the room. Few more were still coming in and they were all wearing a same black material.

When the footsteps had stopped, Sora determined a total of ten people filed in the room. He couldn't tell if they were all men, all women, or a mix, but they were all lined up against the walls behind him and the air felt like it had been sucked out the room. Sora took a quick glance from right-to-left without turning his neck then moved forward, an angry look still on his face. He spoke with a dark tone.

"Nice of you to use such formalities of speech, but don't think for a damn minute I haven't been already thinking about that."

The man at the foot of the fireplace didn't move.

Sora waited and watched as the burning embers flickered, bouncing off the room. The heart of its light was blocked by the man in front him and as he was about two feet taller than Sora, his shadow cast a dark blanket behind him, shading Sora's already darkened features. He continued the glare, suddenly feeling his lip beginning to bleed again down his chin. But he made no move to wipe it the second time. And in the back of his head, he could swear he heard few of the other people that had just entered, suddenly breath in sharp intakes, inhaling the scent of his exposed blood.

Mindlessly ignoring them, he fisted his hands and began to growl low in the back of his throat again. He spoke again angrily.

"So …what?! You only bring me here to remind me of pointless stories I've heard over a million fucking times already?!"

"They are not pointless!!"

The man at the fireplace whipped around to face him, his hands barred at his sides and his breath dangerously ragged. The sudden turn in motion had caused the fire behind to uproar quickly before subsiding back into its regular size. With his teeth clenched, the man still in front of the fireplace stood threateningly taller over Sora. Though said man did not seem to be faze. A couple of the people behind them, turned their heads slowly to look at the two of them. The man in front of the fireplace spoke.

"You should show a little more respect for the Strigoi heritage that which you come from..!"

Sora chuckled with a dark mockery in his voice.

"Strigoi? God, Ansem. What's so special about that name?" Sora laughed.

"Why don't you just call us vampires like normal people?"

Ansem's eyes widened.

Through his red eyes, he continued to watch Sora laugh to himself in cruel amusement. He walked up slowly to Sora, looking down on him hard with the desperate urge to strike a blow to the side of face.

His behaviour was of spiteful dishonour.

Ansem began lifting a clawed fist, just about to satisfy his own callings.

"Ansem, buddy… let me do the honours…"

Turning to the assembled party, Ansem saw the man second closest to the door, step forward with a sly smile on his face as he graciously bend down slightly and opened his arms out in a bow-type gesture. Looking back to Sora, he noticed the shorter man give him a knowing smirk.

Growling grotesquely, Ansem lowered his fist to his side and walked back slowly to the fireplace where he bent his arm again on the mantel and dropped his head to stare into the flames, his silver hair falling around his tanned face. He spoke his last sentence for the rest of the night and remained silent.

"Yes, Axel. I give you the privilege..."

With a smug look and a low hum in his throat, Axel walked apart from the other people and went to move beside Sora, placing his hand on the shorter boy's shoulder. Sora took the chance to look at the other people lined up in the room. They varied in members of his family, male and female, dressed in ivory coloured dresses and trench coats. When he was done the look-around, he looked up at Axel with a small smile. Axel returned it then sighed softly. His green eyes glinted in the room's glow.

"You shouldn't provoke the guy. He may have been one the first to pop out before any of us, but you still gotta show some respect for legends like him."

Sora raised an eyebrow as his smile changed back into a smirk. Placing a hand on his hip, he turned to look at Ansem by the fireplace.

"Yeah well, it's not like he's ever given some back. He's just mad I'll be stronger than him one day."

Axel laughed at his words.

"We all are."

Sora chuckled. But this time it was out of genuine, happy fun and not for cynical amusement.

Turning his gaze back to Axel, he watched as the older man lifted his hand from his shoulder and walked around him to the old, oak desk on the right side of the room. The other people in the room followed his gaze. Upon reaching the desk, Axel placed one hand for balance on its edge and used his other to lift and move around papers that cluttered the top. He spoke while he was doing so.

"Sora, I don't need to tell you the story again like he did. You got it memorized, commited to memory. You know that once you turn 20, the powers of all the leaves in this family tree will be passed on to you… You don't have any younger siblings, so it won't be taken from you and you'll have it forever…"

Sora crossed his arms and continued to look at his friend at the desk. He was still smirking.

"Of course… at least, until I mate."

Axel looked up from his papers with a knowing smirk of his own.

"Don't get ahead of yourself …try to enjoy the power first."

Sora titled his head to side and uncrossed his arms, beginning to walk over to Axel at the desk. He laughed.

"I know. But you've all been training me, so it won't kill me."

To prove his point, Sora did an easy backflip and did a fly kick to the wall opposite of Axel, creating a gaping hole. Then dropping to the floor he did fifteen quick push-ups before pushing himself off the floor with his hands into a front flip, then gracefully landing in front of Axel, he brought a knife to his throat. He had been so silent with the final action that Axel was baffled and took a step back away from the weapon. Sora quickly concealed it back in his jeans and smiled up to Axel.

"See? Don't worry I'll be fine. You guys have taught me everything that you know I need."

A couple of soft sighs went around the room as some of the people still lined up behind Sora and Axel, relaxed in reassurance. Axel smiled then went back to collecting the papers.

"Yup, and there's more."

Sora raised an eyebrow as his face fell in deep thought of Axel's words. He dropped his gaze to the papers on the desk that Axel was working with.

"So, …what is this damn power anyway?"

Axel stopped and looked up from his bent position into Sora's face as he continued.

"I mean, since birth, you've all been telling me over and over that I'll be ready to receive the greatest power of our families' name and heritage, one that has been passed on from generations and generations, adding more as they continue on until each destined newborn becomes stronger than the last……oooooh, exciting."

Axel chuckled.

"But since I'm the final descendant, shouldn't I at least get the final details of it all from you?"

Axel smiled.

"No."

At this response, Sora's face fell like a brick and he was about to quickly replace it with anger.

"…But you can get them from me."

Swiftly turning around, Sora watched as another person stepped out from the line of people on the right side of the room and began walking up to him. His face was smiling slyly in the fire's light. Sora blinked quickly then smirked.

"Roxas? Was wondering when you'd pop up. But…why do you get to tell me and not Axel?"

Roxas stood before Sora, slightly taller than him, looking down at his younger brother with an identical smirk. His blonde, short, spiky hair fell in his blue eyes and he moved his head to get them out of his view.

"Because for one thing, I wanted to be the one to tell you so I told everyone to shut up. And for another, you already know that I have the power before you."

Sora looked at him still smirking and went back to crossing his arms.

"Awwh, you sad that I'm gonna take it from you? You can always fight for it back once I do get it."

Roxas laughed and stretched his nose.

"Nah, it doesn't work that way, …and that's considering if you can get it."

Sora dropped his face into a small pout, his arms began to uncross again.

"What d'you mean by that?"

Roxas stared at Sora then looked over behind his back. Axel gave him a nod and Roxas put on a small smile and turned back to his brother then walked back and forth in front of Sora. He began.

"…All the members of our family, male and female, will get the power of our heritage when they are the next line to obtain it… Once a new generation of members is formed, the power can go through that line from the oldest sibling to the youngest, so each family member can get it… That's why being an only child can pay off."

Roxas smirked and Sora rolled his eyes, but he kept smiling.

"Just skip to what it is, already.

"I'm getting there!" Roxas continued.

"The power can go through each family member. However, if the next one in line fails to be …uhm, …worthy, if you put it that way, then the power can't continue on through that generation. Other little siblings after the one that fails can't get the power because it can't skip in line. It would remain in the same person it was before and stay there forever."

Sora nodded.

"Yeah, until the one with the power decides to have offspring, then the line begins again with the new generation."

Roxas nodded.

"You got it… You're lucky. Only an only child or the youngest sibling can send the power on to their offspring. The older ones have to give it up to their younger brothers and sisters."

Sora rolled his eyes again and placed one hand to support his body on the desk.

"I already know this part, so why are you repeating it? Since you and I are the final generation, it's our turn to get the power. And since you're the older one, you got it first. Now it's my turn. But what exactly is the power?"

Roxas furrowed his eyebrows and made a sound in the back of his throat.

"Geez, you're so impatient. Who stuck a rod up your ass?"

Not even bothering to turn, Sora shot a thumb over in the direction of the Ansem's figure.

"He did."

Roxas looked over. Seeing that Ansem was clenching his fists and mumbling incoherent words, which Roxas guessed were cusses, he turned back to look at his brother and laughed. Sora smiled then he raised an eyebrow. Roxas continued smiling.

"It's wolf transformation and immortality."

Sora blinked then tapped his index finger on his chin looking up at the ceiling. After a moment he looked back down with a mischievous smile and a gleam in his eyes.

"Wolf transformation huh? Hmm, that's…a little more this century. But I like it more than that whole bat-thing… and immortality is a fine touch."

With an afterthought, he smirked to his brother.

"Does this mean I'll get to watch you die when I out live you?"

Roxas laughed and nicked his younger brother gently upside the head.

"Sorry bro, I'm already immortal."

Sora stared at Roxas wide-eyed with his mouth falling open.

That was a shocker.

Sora stumbled for words.

"B-but I thought …don't I get all the power?"

Roxas waved a finger in his face with a happy grin.

"Just because you become the strongest heir-in-line once you get the power, doesn't mean you get it all."

He laughed.

"We all still have the power… It's just you get it last and you get the most."

Sora pouted his face again and crossed his arms, looking sideways to the floor.

"Damn, I thought I was the only one."

He heard Axel and Roxas chuckle, along with some of the other people in the room. Ansem, of course, stayed silent. Sora looked up after a minute to smile at them.

"Awh well, at least once I get it, I can hold onto it. Maybe I won't want to have kids."

"Come now, let's get serious."

They abruptly stopped chuckling as another person from the line on the left side wall, third closest to the door spoke loudly. Her tone suggested to them that she was impatient and getting annoyed. Almost instantly, the mood in the room changed and everyone fell back into their quiet, dark demeanours. Sora began to glare again; everything was feeling like it did when he was alone in the room with Ansem, minutes before.

Roxas nodded sharply, putting on a glare as well.

"Yes, of course."

Uprooting himself from his spot, Roxas began walking the carpet again in front of Sora, trying to string together good enough words. Sora waited patiently as Roxas took a breath.

"Alright,…"

Axel watched his behaviour and rolled his eyes.

"Come on Roxas, just say it. It can't be that hard."

Roxas gritted his teeth and growled gently, turning to look at the fiery, spiky, redhead. (A lot of people in this family had spiky, gravity-defiant hair styles.)

"Argh…I'm just thinking how to say it to him, is all."

Sora grunted and crossed his arms again, tightening his fists between them. Whatever Roxas had trouble saying, must be pretty good …or bad. Sora wasn't really sure how it worked anymore, living with all these karmic people.

Finally coming out with words, Roxas turned to look at his brother.

"You can't have the power until you pass the ritual."

Fearing what he thought, Roxas watched as Sora's face paled in comparison to the fireplace's glow and all sign of emotion except for anxiety was wiped from his face.

"See? Now was that so bad?"

Axel walked back to his place in line between the other family members and watched the scene unfold between Roxas and Sora. This was a brother moment.

Sora scoffed and placed his hands on his hips.

"Is that all?"

Roxas gulped – the image of his seven-year-old little brother's grinning face flashed itself in his mind. He was stunned for a couple seconds.

"Roxas?"

Coming out of it, he saw the image disappear and his current brother looking back up at him with some concern in his eyes. Roxas coughed and averted his eyes to the floor, trying to ignore his emotions.

This was the day, he had been waiting for. What Sora had been waiting for. They both wanted him to have the power; and that was all he had to think about. Nothing else would get in the way of that. Wiping his mind clean of nagging thoughts, Roxas looked back up to him with a proud smile and continued,

"You've got 15 days."

Sora titled his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. Roxas held up a hand counting the steps with his fingers.

"First, you've got to drink blood from an unsuspecting male victim."

Sora nodded confidently.

"Then, you have to kill a criminalized thug and leave his corpse near the stairs of a cathedral."

Sora smirked.

"That'll be fun."

"And last,…"

Roxas waited till he locked eyes with Sora in a serious gaze before he continued. Sora understood the final task was going to be the most important. Roxas held out three fingers.

"…and last…you've got to find virgin, mortal female and hypnotize her."

Sora smirked with a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about. Of course, it won't be hard to hypnotize her, seeing as you and I both inherited good l—"

"Then you have to bring her back here to the castle…

…and bed her...

…then you leave your mark on her."

There was a pause.

Sora stopped whatever he was doing and thinking. Then he came back to his senses and was blinking up at Roxas.

"W-what? That quick? Just like that?"

Roxas walked some more in front of Sora, his eyes looking forward, but seeing nothing in particular. He spoke in a calm, cool tone.

"It's different for the females in our family, naturally. They have to find males. But it all still rides on the same thing… after you do all that, in that order,… you'll get the power."

When Roxas was done, he turned to look at Sora.

Sora bent his head down and stared at his right hand. His fingernails had grown quickly in the past hour. No longer were they short, but lethal claws that were finely pointed like razorblades. He'd have to clip them again when this was all over… and he'd had done it twice the same day already.

Furrowing his eyebrows together, he looked up curiously to Roxas. The said brother was smiling at him with his arms crossed. He already knew what Sora wanted to ask.

"So,…who did you find?"

Roxas smiled warmly and more genuinely than he had before appearing to Sora.

"Someone perfect…Hey."

Roxas called out to her in the room, until a dark silhouette melted out from the wall behind him. Walking slowly toward him, Sora watched as she gracefully made her way across the room to stand beside his brother. Taking a good look at her, Sora's mouth hung slightly open. She wore a simple red dress that went down to her ankles. It didn't fan out like a waterfall at her waist, but fell straight down, rippling in a more modern-style. Its silken fabric, embroidered with thread designs of swirling, black roses, clung to every curvaceous part of her body; and Sora knew just how curvaceous she was, as her hips swayed from side to side with each step she took. Her chest swelled from inside the dress and before Sora was caught staring at the exposed flesh from her V-line, he redirected his gaze to the black-diamond choker around her neck. Coming up to her face, he saw she wore no makeup except for some red lipstick and watched as her slowly battered her long eyelashes in a dreamy way. Her blue-eyed gaze glued to Roxas' face, she lifted up a delicate hand and flipped back some of her ruby, red hair.

"Hey, lover…"

Her voice was light but sultry, almost like she had just woken up from a good night of… sleeping.

She came to stand behind Roxas, who instinctively went to wrap his arms around her waist. After looking into her eyes, he laid a kiss possessively on her lips and savoured some two, long minutes.

Sora coughed loudly then smirked when his brother lifted his head up and stared back at him with a flushed face. Lifting one hand from the woman's waist, Roxas scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously.

"Right, sorry… Sora, this is Kairi."

Kairi nodded her head to Sora with a dreamy smile, then went to closing her eyes and leaned her head against Roxas' chest. She was a head shorter than both brother's and she looked about Sora's age.

Sora smiled back at her and then shifted a sly grin to Roxas.

"Damn brother, you got a nice one. Careful, I might steal her."

Roxas stood in front of Kairi with a dangerous look on his face. He brought up a hand to show his claws.

"Watch it, Sora. The high punishment for stealing or even trying to steal another vampire's mate is dismemberment."

Sora chuckled and swatted a hand at Roxas' claws.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

But in the back of mind, Sora knew that if Roxas hadn't had found Kairi, he probably would have.

Roxas dropped his defense and smiled to Sora confidently. He knew his brother wasn't one to actually act out what he implied, if it meant that he, himself as the brother, would have to kill him for it. They were too close to let something like that happen.

"So, you ready? Just think about how much stronger you'll be when you come through with this."

Sora pumped his chest with his fist and straightened his posture with a flashy smile. He nodded. Roxas smiled warmly to him, his eyes lidded halfway.

"My little brother… the family's strongest Strigoi…"

Sora chuckled and moved away from his brother then began walking down the carpet.

"Awh great, not you too?"

Roxas laughed and went to put his arm around Kairi's waist again. She was still smiling dreamily up at him then she turned to look at Sora like he did.

Sora was walking further down the room on his way to the open door, nodding to each of the other family members as he walked past them. Then before going out the door, he took his own long, black trench coat off the elegant brass coat hook and put it on, leaving it fully open unlike his other family members – and Roxas who had his unbuttoned halfway. Roxas blinked then widened his eyes.

"Y-you're not leaving now, are you…?"

Sora stopped just before going through the door. Turning his head, he gazed to all the people and to every item in the room, giving them one more look. His eyes fell on Axel, who gave him a wave of his finger and a smile. Sora turned to smile back him then went to look at Roxas. Roxas was staring at him, his eyes shining with a bit of concern in the fireplace's dying light. They had been in the room long. Sora smirked then spoke.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in no time. I'll have the blood, the criminal,…"

His eyes drifted to Kairi. She stared at him with warm eyes. He looked back to Roxas.

"…and a mate."

Roxas smiled warmly. Sora returned it.

"Next time you see me, I'll be the strongest Strigoi this family's ever had… Right, Ansem?"

Ansem growled from his frozen position at the fireplace mantel. Sora chuckled.

"…. Catch ya later, big brother."

With a wave, Sora sprinted out the door and ran up the spiralling stairs to his right, then gaining speed, he launched himself towards a window and shattered its glass as he broke through. Sora was in mid-air for a couple seconds before gravity began pulling him down to the forest floor, two storeys beneath his feet. With his inhuman strength however, he bent his knees inwards and increased the speed of the fall, before stretching out his legs about a quarter of the way down. Landing on the ground, he hit it without the slightest ease, barely creating a ripple of a breeze in the grass around him. Then pulling up to a stand, the six-foot twenty-year-old turned back to look at his family's castle. With the sunrise poking out from behind the tall, dark towers, Sora covered his eyes with his left hand and hissed slightly. Though, it did not affect him.

Morning was coming.

Without one more glance to the window he had just broken through, Sora grinned slyly, licking his elongated white fangs as he did so. Then, he went into a sprint again, going into the small clearing little ways from the castle and headed for the suburban city that lay at the feet of the mountainside below, leaving behind his large Romanian-style home and promising not to return until he had found the final ingredient to his needed recipe.

Roxas looked through the broken window, his hands on its inside windowsill. He sighed heavily and dropped his head. Feeling a warm hand come to lay on his shoulder, he immediately smiled and placed his own atop it.

"You okay?"

The light, sultry voice brought him out of his dump. Roxas then turned to Kairi, nodding his head. Smiling, she ran her hands through his blonde hair. Axel came up to the both of them. Roxas looked up at him.

"It's that I don't believe he can do it. He can… I know it."

Axel knowingly smiled.

"But, you just don't know how much he can take…"

Roxas nodded slowly.

"I-I just hope he knows what he wants…and how much he'll want of it."

Axel came up right beside Roxas and Kairi, placing a hand on the older brother's shoulder.

"I don't think Sora's that type to crave for more killing…"

Roxas looked sideways uncertainly.

"…it's not the blood I'm worried about him lusting for …well, at least not just the blood…"

Axel chuckled then lifting his hand from Roxas' shoulder, he moved to the shattered stain-glass window.

"Sora's different. Anyone can easily tell that about him... He's too good-natured to let something like this take over him."

Roxas kept his gaze where Axel had been before in front of him. He sighed again with a small smile then looked back up to his friend.

"At least the meeting's finally over..."

As Roxas spoke, Kairi wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her cheek against his chest, not even listening to him. Her dreamy smile still played on her lips.

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Whew! That took 5 hours, four bathroom breaks, one really angry mom, and a bowl of yakisoba noodles lol There you have it! :) I know, this type theme is done wayy too many times, but I couldn't resist. The thought seemed just right. Don't think you have it all down and know what's going to happen. I might surprise you ;) And if some things went undetailed in this chapter, thats how I'll leave it to get you thinking till the next one. I hope to update soon but if i don't, keep me on alert, kay? Because I will finish this story :) Alright, with more to come and imagination to share, I hope you'll stick around for Chapter 2!
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