What the heck am I doing? It's been what, three days since my last story ended? Well here I am, with a new one. And remember how I said I wouldn't write more AkuRoku, well...I liked apparently. SIIIIGH. Oh well, this story is just coming to me like a ton of bricks. So here you guys go, another one of my ridiculous stories!

The weather was cold that morning in Twilight Town; the wind nipping at Roxas' nose as he hurried to the train station, clutching his camera close to his side. He hurried into the train car and rubbed his hands together. He was a reporter for The Twilight Town Times, and an unlucky one at that. Roxas was talented, and always got great reviews for his articles, but his boss had a vendetta against him or something. He always assigned Roxas the cruddy jobs. This week he was being sent to Radiant Garden –the biggest city closest to small Twilight Town—to cover the concert for an uprising band.

Seriously!? He couldn't help but scream in his head, as he sat down in the uncomfortable seat of the train. What kind of bullshit job was this? It was a whole new kind of bullshit really. He wasn't sure why his small little town needed to read about this pretty much unknown rock band. But who was he to argue with his boss?

Roxas sighed his breath creating fog on the window he was staring out, the train slowly lurching away from the stop. Once the train started up, the heat was turned on allowing Roxas to shed his gloves and heavy coat. He deposited them on the chair next to him and his camera. He pulled out the information his boss gave him this morning and looked at the papers. Of course his stupid boss was too damn cheap to get him a decent hotel room at a known hotel brand. He himself had never heard of 'weary way inn.' And to be frank, it sounded a little shady to him.

He shoved the papers back into his bag and closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat. It was his every intention to sleep until he heard someone slump down in the last seat in his row. He peaked open an eye and glared at the well dressed blonde residing in the seat. He closed his eyes, intending to pretend to be asleep.

"Hello." The blonde said in a thick British accent. Roxas bit his tongue to keep himself motionless, so his cover wouldn't be blown. The blonde rolled his eyes and poked him. "I know you're awake." Roxas sighed sitting up in his seat. "Maybe I just don't want to talk to you."

Roxas wasn't stupid; the train had been going for a good twenty minutes now with no stops, so this guy had come over to him with a purpose. And to Roxas that meant he wanted to flirt with him, which he was not going to have.

There is one thing you should know about Roxas, he doesn't date, well not any more at least. After having his heart smashed into pieces the last time, he decided no more! If he didn't date, then he wouldn't get hurt. So he became cold and distant, unfortunately not just in the dating sense. He started ignoring his best friends, even his family. It was better that way; if they weren't close to him then they couldn't see how truly messed up he had become.

"Wow, no need to be mean. My name is Luxord." Roxas stared at the blonde with a straight face. Was this guy daft? It was obvious Roxas wanted nothing to do with the guy. "I'm going to go back to sleep, when I wake up I expect you to be back in your proper seat." Roxas said leaning back in his seat again. He closed his eyes and sighed hearing the guy get up and move away from him.

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There was one thing Roxas would admit to liking about this assignment. Radiant Garden was absolutely beautiful. He caught himself staring at the city as he walked off the train. Even in a thick blanket of snow, the beauty of the city could be felt. Maybe this assignment wouldn't be so bad after all.

At least that's what he thought before he got to his hotel. Remember when he said the name of it sounded shady? Well the building looked shady as well. He almost went and found himself his own hotel room, in a much nicer place. But let's be honest; he was a reporter, he didn't make that much money. If he went somewhere else he would have to pay for it himself, so he would just have to suck it up.

He quickly got his room key and made his way down the dingy hotel hallway. He could clearly hear loud music ring through the hall. He hoped to god that this wasn't an all day all night thing. As irritable as he was fully rested, he turned into a demon when extremely tired. Needless to say, sleep was an important part of his life.

He was about to unlock his room when the door across the hall swung open. Music poured out of the room, along with general chaotic murmurs. Roxas turned to look at the guy who sauntered out of the room. The guy stopped and stared straight at Roxas. Before the blonde had a chance to blink, he was being cornered by the obviously drunk guy in a blur of red spikes and sloppy movements.

"Well aren't you just the damn cutest thing I've seen a long while." The guy slurred out, causing Roxas to scrunch up his nose in disgust. Roxas wasn't blind, he could clearly see how attractive the red head pinning him to the wall was. But if there was one thing he couldn't stand in this world, that was men, especially drunken men. To him they were never any good.

"Thanks for the compliment…" Roxas said slipping out from under the guy's arm. "But I have places to be." The guy grinned, his feline features making it look like he was thinking of eating Roxas. "Come on blondie, let's go have some fuuuun. You look like you could use some fun."

The guy tried to pin Roxas against the wall again, this time he was expecting it and moved away in time. "I'm quite allergic to fun actually." Roxas said getting his room door open. "Have a nice night!" He said slamming the door in the red head's face. Roxas sighed and rubbed his temples, he could feel a headache coming on.

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Roxas walked into the concert hall that the band he was interviewing would be preforming at the next day. You see his assignment had three parts, this morning it was the interview with the band. Then tomorrow morning he was to cover the preparations for the concert, then the actual concert that night.

His head was pounding, and his eye was twitching as he reached the back stage area. He was stopped by a big guy who looked generally uninterested in the music the band he was interviewing played. "How can I help you?" The guy asked eying the blonde.

Roxas sighed holding up his press badge. "I'm from The Twilight Town Times; I'm here to interview The Darkest Obsessions." The bouncer looked over the badge before looking back over at Roxas. He nodded; "go on in. The band is in the third door on the right."

Roxas sarcastically saluted the guy before walking down the hall. He knocked on the door, only entering after he got the okay. He bowed slightly; "hello I'm from The Twilight Town Times." He stood up straight. His eyes widened as he tried to suppress an unhappy moan; because staring right back at him was the drunken man from the hotel hallway.

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