In Cloud's defense, he woke up the next day and asked about the commotion he had heard, claiming he remembered something about grilled cheese and chocobos. Roxas offered a mock innocent grin, assuring his elder brother that he had simply been dreaming. Though the disbelief was apparent on the taller blonde's face, he let the topic go, and set to work cooking breakfast.

Axel, to his great displeasure, was fully awake to experience all of the activity. It wasn't the activity that he disliked, it was the 'awake' part. It was eight in the morning, on a Saturday. Why, he asked himself, was ANYONE up at this hour? His sleep fogged mind attempted to piece together something, ANYTHING feasible, and failed miserably. There WAS no reason to get up this early, unless wanting to breath in the cool morning air counted, and Roxas ruined that by burning the toast and saturating the air with smoke. This ended up discounting Axel's second guess, which was the quiet of the early morning. The fire alarm made quick work of that.

"ROXAS! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE TOASTER? YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME!" Cloud's angry shout could be heard, even over the screeching fire alarm.

And then there was Axel, sitting at the table, absolutely miserable, trying to comprehend all of the confusion that eight o'clock seemed to hold for the Strife household.

"Oh, hush! At least I don't put it in the microwave anymore!" Came Roxas' retort.

"At least you didn't set off the fire alarm EVERYDAY when you put it in the microwave!" Cloud shot right back. Axel moaned. There was NO way he could do this everyday. Jail would DEFINITELY be better. He stood, following the escalating wailing of the fire alarm until he found where it was located. He reached up and pushed the button to silence it, then entered the kitchen.

"THAT WAS ONE TIME! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T MICROWAVE A TURKEY!" Now Roxas was shouting. Axel was a bit scared to enter the room, but believed that his goal, if achieved, would ultimately be worth it. Passing a miffed-looking Roxas, he opened a cabinet and reached for a glass. Finding one, he pulled it out and set it on the counter. He opened the ominous black fridge, and removed the orange juice. He poured the bright orange liquid into the waiting glass, then returned it to it's spot in the refrigerator. Picking it up and putting the lip of the glass to his mouth, he took a huge gulp, nearly downing half the cup.

And that was all he needed. Axel was completely ready to face the day. The magic of orange juice. He looked up, looking from one blonde to the next, wondering what he had missed and whose turn it was to retort. They, however, were no longer shouting at each other, and were staring intently at him instead. He looked down at his shirt, wondering if he had spilled something on himself. Finding no evidence of anything that would warrant this much attention, he looked up at the other two again.

"Um... Did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to turn the alarm off or something?" He looked at them both, neither offering anything more than the other. Finally, Cloud decided to add his two cents.

"You... You just drank his orange juice." Axel looked down at the cup in his hand, then at Roxas.

"Um, he said he'd share..." He offered pathetically. Cloud also directed his attention to the smaller blonde in question.

"You did?" He questioned the younger. Roxas nodded, slowly.

"Yeah... I did... But... It seemed less painful in theory." Roxas still looked stunned, leading Axel to roll his eyes. How dramatic.

"Okay, let's stop being such Prima Donna's, okay? It's orange juice, not Jesus' piss." Roxas let out a squeak, and Cloud emitted what could be called a growl.

"A-Axel! Language!"

"Huh, oh, shit, sorry! I didn't ask what your religion is... Um... Sorry if I offended..." Roxas sighed.

"I didn't mean the Jesus part..." Axel had to think that one thorough.

"Um... You can't seriously mean to tell me that you think piss counts as a profanity." He nearly whined this, hoping that his statement was confirmed.

"Yes, Axel, we do. A low ranking one, yes, but still a profanity." He turned to the older blonde, scowling in displeasure.

"Well fuck. I'm screwed. This really isn't going to work out if THAT counts as a profanity. Oh, shit, I just... Fu... Da... GAH!" He threw his arms up in defeat, then dramatically picked his cup up and went back to the table, stomping loudly for effect. He heard a familiar giggle, signaling that Roxas had found his act humorous. Cloud, on the other hand, did not seem amused, but chose to forgive and forget. Roxas followed him out of the kitchen, taking a seat next to him at the table.
"So... I want that orange juice back..." Axel nearly spat out what he had in his mouth.

"E...Excuse me?" He sputtered a bit as he spoke to the staring blonde.

"I want it back. I decided I'm not going to share anymore." Axel's eyebrow rose.

"Is that right, blondie? Well, that wasn't part of the deal. See, I hung up on my dealer yesterday, which means I'm clean. So I demand orange juice in return. That is all." He stated matter of factually to the younger.

"But... It's mine..."

"And I've already digested it, so if you want it back, you're going to be getting some of last night's pizza too, as well as some stale Cheetos from the holding cell." He downed the rest of the juice and sat the glass on the table. The blonde scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Never mind! You can keep it." He spat, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout.

"Why, how gracious of you!" Axel gushed with false sincerity.

"Mhm, be grateful."

"ROXAS! YOU LEFT THE TOAST IN THE FREAKING TOASTER!"

-.-.-.+.-.-.-

Needless to say, breakfast had been a... Burnt... experience on Axel's part. Obviously not a morning person, he was quite put off by the repulsive meal placed in front of him. He nearly commented on the cooking skills of the Strife family, but thought better of it. Experience, not only with these two blondes, but also the holding cell, had told him not to be picky. So he ate, cringing internally at the crunch and taste of the thoroughly roasted meal.

Once finished, he had been forced to assist the younger of the blondes in the cleaning of the dishes. Both boys had protested, but were sent off regardless.

("You burned the food, you clean it off."

"What about me? I didn't burn it!"

"Yeah, but he's in charge of you."(Axel attempted to protest here, but was glared at, and consented.))

And that was where he was found now, attempting to scrape the blackness of off pure white plates.

"The hell does he mean 'you're in charge of me'?" He asked quietly, not looking up from the sink where his hands were busily scrubbing.

"Just that. You have to do what I say." The blonde replied quietly.

"Fuc... Screw that!" He corrected lowly. Roxas chuckled, dropping his third plate into the drying rack. "And how the hell do you do that so fast?" This earned him a small glare.

"I'm gonna ignore that one, since you managed to cover the last one. And I can do it so fast because I'm used to this. Why don't you dry them off instead?" Axel nodded, immediately dropping the still-dirty plate into the soapy water.

"Thank god. I can't do that cleaning shit."

"Axel!"

"Right, sorry." They continued on in silence until all of the breakfast dishes had been cleaned and dried. Always one to be over-dramatic, Axel threw the small dishrag he had been using to dry across the room. It hit the wall and fell pathetically to the floor.

"THAT'S FOR BEING STUPID!" He shouted, pointing at it harshly. Roxas looked on with a raised eyebrow, glancing from the rag to Axel, and shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Mhm... Because it can help being born brainless. It's not the dishrag's fault that it's creator decided that it didn't need a brain. ...What's your excuse?" He sighed sarcastically, his amusement very obvious. Axel turned quickly, offering a face of surprise.

"Ouch... You wound me!" He then grasped at his heart, made a face of anguish, and fell to the floor with a dramatic flourish. Roxas grinned, watching the display with good humor.

"Well, that was most certainly not my intention, sir. See, in our day and age, being brainless seems the norm. Get up, fair sir!"

Axel rolled over to face the blonde, sitting up and resting his weight on his arms behind him.

"Okay, two questions. One, when the hell did you go Shakespeare on me, and two, did you just call me 'fair'?" He raised an eyebrow in inquisition.

"Um... Well, you are really pale... And yeah, we're reading Romeo and Juliet in English right now. Sorry..." He shuffled his feet sheepishly.

"Oh, god, I remember that shit! My teach made us get up and actually do the play. And I got voted as that dumbass Romeo! God that was hell!

"AXEL!" Cloud's voice came from the living room. Axel rolled his eyes.

"Sorry Spiky." He called back.

"Well, at least you got to be a boy!" Roxas said with a hint of embarrassment. Axel returned his focus to the blonde, and raised his eyebrow again.

"What do you mean?" He inquired. The blonde blushed.

"We're doing the same thing, voting for the parts and everything. My teacher has a horrible sense of humor, and let the girls vote me Juliet." His words began to get quieter as he spoke them. It took several seconds for the confession to register in Axel's mind. When it did, laughter erupted from his mouth, and he laid out flat on the floor clutching his stomach.

"You? YOU're Juliet? Oh god, that's priceless! Come on! Do a monologue for me!" He blurted out loudly, then looked at the blonde expectantly.

"NO! Absolutely not!" He snapped, then crossed his arms and turned away, his nose in the air. Axel stood, grinning, and drew closer.

"See how she has her cheek upon her hand. I want to be a glove upon that hand, So I can touch that cheek (1)" He droned, trying to remember the play correctly. It had only been a few months since he had done it.

"That was a train wreck, and I'm not going to do it!" He spat, eyeing the redhead suspiciously.

"Oh? And what if I tickle you?" He threatened. Blue eyes widened.

"You wouldn't..." Roxas seemed unsure of the statement. Axel's grin became nearly feral.

"Oh, but I would." That said, he reached out and began to tickle the blonde's sides. This caused said blonde to fall straight to the ground, flailing wildly and giggling like a maniac. Axel was a bit taken aback by the display.

"Um... I barely touched you..." He said slowly.

"D-Don't touch me! I-I'll Ki-kick you!" The blonde threatened, trying not to stutter. Axel looked down at the pathetic heap that used to be Roxas, and quickly made his decision. He dove to the floor, straddling the blonde so that his legs were rendered useless, and continued his attack. The blonde squealed in protest, flailing to no avail. "N-no! Please! I'm s-so tickle-AHH!" He gasped out between laughs and peals of giggles. Axel would not relent. Finally, Roxas gave in.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo(2)!" Axel halted, giving Roxas a chance to breath. He did so, then, with much mock-anger on his face, continued.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

Of if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's a Montague? It is nor hand nor foot

Nor arm nor face nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O be some other name.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for thy name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself. (2)" He finished solemnly, proud to have remembered the entire thing.

"I will, little Juliet. That includes your orange juice." Axel replied, grinning. Roxas' eyes widened.

"Wait, what does my orange juice have to do with this?" He demanded sharply.

"Why, everything, Roxy. Nice job by the way. How did you remember all of that?" He changed the subject smoothly, hoping that it would be forgotten.

"We had to do monologues in Drama class, and I did that." He stated blandly, looking up at Axel with eyes that said he had not missed the topic change. Axel scoffed.

"You did that as your monologue? Wait, you're in Drama?" Roxas' face reddened a bit.

"Shut up! We didn't get to choose! We drew them out of a hat! And yes, I am in Drama! Is that a problem?" Axel let his eyebrow raise once again.

"No, that isn't a problem. Just a bit nerdy..." He offered, the end coming out quietly.

"I heard that!"

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

Both boys glanced up, finding a very surprised looking Cloud looking back at them. It took them both a moment to look at each other, realise their position, and scramble to get off of one another. That scramble, in turn, caused them both to fall, Axel on top of Roxas once again. They somehow succeeded the second time, both standing up and facing the still surprised blonde.

"U-Um, Cloud, it really isn't what it looked like! We um... He wanted me to be Juliet, and I didn't want to, so he tickled me, and you know how I am, so I fell, and he attacked me, and then I laughed, and flailed, and then I started..."

"Just stop." The elder blonde snapped, causing the younger to shut his mouth quickly. Cloud looked from one boy to the next, then sighed. "Look, you guys can test your sexuality all you want, just don't do it on my kitchen floor, yeah?"

Axel's eyes widened, and he couldn't stifle the gasp.

"W-We weren't... I wouldn't... he... I..." He stammered, trying to right the situation. He then saw something that he wouldn't believe had he not witnessed it himself. He even did a double take, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes of any debris. But he wasn't hallucinating. The tall blonde's lips twitched into a smile, and a small chuckle was heard.

"I'm just messing with you. Pick up the dishrag, okay? Then go get ready. We're going to go to the store, then we're going to pick up your stuff. Be ready in twenty minutes." Cloud then took his leave, going up stairs, probably to change out of his pajamas. Axel just stood, mouth agape, staring at the spot that the officer had just occupied. He was speechless. Roxas recovered rather quickly, then grinned at the redhead.

"He likes you." He said solemnly. Axel snapped his focus to the blonde, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"He does?" He asked, bending down to get the dishrag. Roxas nodded.

"Yeah, he does. He doesn't joke around a lot. He only does it around people he likes and feels comfortable around. Looks like he's accepted you." Roxas replied with a smile.

"Hmm... ACCEPT THIS!" He screamed as he threw the recently retrieved dishrag into the blonde's face. The blonde flinched as the rag hit his face, emitting a loud gasp.

"...So uncool." The blonde muttered under his breath, taking the rag to the laundry room regardless.

"Cooler than you, Blondie." Axel retorted with a smirk.

"ROXAS!" The blonde nearly screamed, turning to face Axel with a challenging scowl.

"Mhm. You know, you're name really ROCKS-ASS." He grinned coyly, pleased with his pun. The blonde's eyes widened considerably.

"Oh no... I've been discovered..." Roxas muttered quietly. Axel, confused, raised an eyebrow.

"...Discovered?" He questioned cautiously.

"Yes... You've discovered my secret identity... I never thought that my secret butt rocking would be brought to light... I'm afraid that I must kill you now." Roxas whispered in a conspiratorial tone of voice, before lunging at the unsuspecting red-head, and snapping him in the chest with the still-damp dishrag. Axel was stunned momentarily, his eyes wide, not sure what to make of the situation. When his brain finally caught up with current events, he was unable to speak through the torrent of laughter pouring from his mouth. Roxas grinned too, glad he hadn't come off as ridiculously childish.

"Butt-Rocking? Oh god! I thought you were serious at first! Holy shit!" Roxas was too busy laughing along with the redhead to scold the profanity.

"Hey! Are you guys getting ready?" Cloud shouted down the stairs, breaking up the laughing fit.

"Yeah, Just a sec Cloud! We had discuss my name!" Roxas called back. Axel grinned, and turned to exit the kitchen and head up the stairs, leaving the blonde to his devices. He went into his very-blue room, and opened the dresser. Only when he had opened it and noticed it was empty did he remember that he didn't have any clothes. Looking down, he realised that he had slept in his clothes from yesterday, though they were unrecognizable now. Surely these weren't acceptable to go out in, but what other option did he have? He shut the empty drawer, then left his room in favor of the bathroom.

"Axel!" The redhead jumped, his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom. He turned, a bit worried of what waited at the other end of Cloud's exclamation.

"Um... Yeah?" He asked, unsure of what was expected of him.

"You don't have any clothes, right? You can borrow some of mine until we pick yours up." He offered, smiling a bit, and moving to expose the inside of his room, inviting the redhead in.

"I-I can?" Still cautious, Axel moved towards the offered doorway. The blonde nodded, stepping into his room, leaving the door open. Not seeing any catch, Axel entered, and drew closer to the blonde that was currently going through his closet.

"Is a t-shirt okay?" Cloud turned to ask, holding a hanger. Axel nodded, taking the offered shirt. Looking it over, he was surprised to see that he actually liked the band depicted on the shirt. Cloud proceeded to go to his dresser and pull out a pair of jeans. "You're going to have to wear a belt with these. Your waist is tiny, so they're gonna be huge on you." He threw the jeans, as well as a belt, which Axel caught deftly.

"Thanks." He smiled, moving to exit the room.

"Yeah. Hurry up." Axel left, going back into his room and shutting the door to get dressed. He pulled the shirt on, deciding immediately that he liked the tight way it fit. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that CLOUD owned a shirt such as this, but let the thought fade as he pulled the jeans on. Cloud had been right, they were too big, but only by about three sizes. Axel was a bit surprised, since he was used to being the skinniest out of the group. Looks like there might be some possible competition... He then pondered whether or not Roxas counted. Surely not, the boy was tiny, height and width wise. Axel couldn't dream to beat that, Roxas was, therefore, disqualified. After securing the belt, Axel went back to the bathroom in order to brush his teeth..

A/N: Yes, Short, I realise. Sorry? School is eating my time up, and I haven't updated in a while. This is what I had finished, so I figured I'd put it up for everyone to read, buy some time, you know. Well, anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, pointless and fluffy as it is. Something *MIGHT* happen in the next one... Depends on what I decide to plan. Sorry, I know a lot of people only read for sex, but that's what one-shots are for. I like stories that take a rather realistic approach to the time span of a relationship. People don't just fall into bed immediately after meeting, unless they are Axel... Oh, wait... Hmm... Anyway, MORE STORY TO COME! On the bright side, only four more weeks until school's out! THEN I GO TO SUMMER SCHOOL! MAYBE EVEN CALIFORNIA! We shall see. Regardless, I am easily bored during the summer, so my fics tend to flourish. Look forward to it, maybe! Mk, normal disclaimers, I don't own the Kingdom Hearts boys, much to my dismay. ALSO: I don't own Romeo and Juliet!

(1) An Axelified version of what Romeo says immediately before the Juliet monologue.

(2) Juliet's monologue.

Both are from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.