Starting Notes: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Hehe.

-.Good Morning Sunshine.-

Chapter One.

.personal questions.

-x-x-x-

He just wasn't a morning person, the boy decided, his mind still tied to the warm comforts of his bed, eyes protesting to his fatigued brain that they just wanted to close and let him fall asleep on the path like some hobo. Although, he was not going to do that, he told himself, because that would be undignified and would ultimately make him smell a bit strange, and would not help his popularity. He could hear it now, kids boasting that their best friend was so lazy he collapsed on the side-walk on the way to the work behind a trash can. Yeah – if only relationships with real human beings were that easy.

Eyes stung in a most unpleasant way as he rubbed them in an annoyed manner with the back of his hand, concentrating on placing one sneaker in front of the other, over and over in a monotonous cycle. He should be happy that his little sister Naminé woke him up so early, accompanied by painful windmill cycles with her arms and screaming, in her usual daily routine of 'piss Roxas off at six-thirty a.m.' Because without her persistence and attempts to deafen him before he turned sixteen, he would never be able to motivate himself to escape the refines of his room and mingle with society. Yeah, he was pretty thankful to Naminé and her hyper ways right now, he thought darkly, imagining all of the fun activities he could do with her assorted Disney Land plush toys when he got home. Most of them involved ripping the stuffing out of all of them and mutilating them in the most painful ways possible.

Caught up in his lovely, big-brotherly thoughts of what to do with Naminé's favourite toys, he barely noticed the annoying jingle of the bell heralding his entrance to the ice-cream parlour. That was funny, because his teenage mind often became infuriated with that annoying jingle. To him, it didn't signify a place that was loved by all young children desperate to hit sugar-highs and go hyper. To him, it signified another day of work – and the place may have been nice to visit if he was the customer getting served, but definitely wasn't the ideal place to be the one who was doing the serving. It really didn't help with his style factor having to wear that stupid hat, either, and the boy swore every time he tried to listen to one of his favourite CDs somehow it faded away into the ice-cream theme and shrieks of little kids wanting vanilla, not chocolate.

Just as every other, it was going to be a long and boring day, thought the boy, letting the usual visit of 'where the hell were you, blah, blah, blah, late again' from his boss drift around him in a meaningless torrent of words, jamming his mandatory work-hat over his blonde hair. He hadn't even started and he already wanted to slam his head of the counter and fall asleep – not that doing what his heart desired the most would get a very good reaction from Yuffie. The bitch.

.x.o.x.

"Hello." A breezy voice brought him out of him out of his sleep-deprived stupor, as he lifted his head up from the counter it had been resting on for the past few minutes, re-arranged his hat and attempted to look professional at his art of serving ice-cream. Not that you need to be qualified for it or anything – and he hardly made enough munny for the bother of putting up with Yuffie and various annoying customers and little children. It was all his mother's fault. Yes – all her fault, although he could hardly destroy her stuffed animals like he would with Naminé's. She didn't have any.

"What do you want?" asked Roxas in his customer-voice. It was a vague attempt of sounding nice and cheerful and happy like he woke up of his own accord at six a.m. and said 'good morning sunshine' to himself in the mirror like everybody else on Destiny Islands seemed to do. It was un-natural.

"Three sea-salt ice-creams, if ya wouldn't mind, " said the girl in cheerful tones, looping her arms loosely behind her back, the accessories on her rather unusual attire clinking softly together, the result of a multitude of zippers and charms on her dominantly pink clothing. Yes, Roxas thought, this girl was a prime example of a 'good morning sunshine' personality.

He turned his back to her to fish out the ice-cream scoop that had been sterilising in the sink from its last encounter with a tub of rum and raisin, drying it roughly with a towel before hacking at a block of artificially-enhanced blue gunge. All the while, the chipper girl was humming some sort of variation of a pop song that was probably in the charts that week, drumming her fingers to the rhythm on the counter. She would be stamping her feet, spinning around and clapping her hands next, thought Roxas with mild irritation.

"Here you go, miss," Roxas said dimly, gesturing to the three cones he held awkwardly, wondering if the girl had realised she only had two hands and therefore would find it hard to carry them all. "That'll be fifteen munny, please."

He waited, holding the fast-melting treats, watching in annoyance as she fumbled around in the numerous pockets in her skirt, giggling slightly, as she produced a few twigs, a mobile phone and a piece of paper with somebody's instant messenger address scrawled over it, for all Roxas could tell. None of these items were very helpful for paying for ice-creams – although she could exchange her mobile phone in a very unfair trade if she felt like it. Obviously, though, she had a little common sense.

"Oooh, I think I left my purse at home," the girl sighed with a pout. Well, if she thought she could ice-creams for free just by looking cute she was mistaken – Roxas didn't want a girlfriend and Yuffie would only make him pay for them. "Wait – I'll go 'n torture Axel and Demyx. Hold my ice-creams, m'kay?" she asked with an accompanying embarrassed grin to her words, as she quickly departed to find these friends of hers.

Roxas gritted his teeth as a blue liquid dribbled down one of the cones, the annoying music playing again, buzzing like a chainsaw in his poor, sleep-deprived brain.

.o.x.o.

After a few seconds, the boy's eardrums were treated once again to the lovely chimes of the ice-cream theme he swore would eventually drive him to an early grave or the mental asylum. He had a rather sad life planned out ahead of him – an insomniac, constantly on the verge of collapsing from sleep depression, no love life, no real popularity. Hell, he needed some exaggeration in his life to make it sound half-way as interesting as those 'sunshine' kids – their lives were baskets of roses. He had friends and was just a lazy kid and that was about it. Oh, and not forgetting his vast mental hatred for that stupid bell that was probably unhealthy. Not as unhealthy as those weird ice-creams her was holding, probably stuffed full of chemicals that sent Naminé hyper.

The distorted noise – distorted because Roxas was trying to use every molecule of his being to rise above the music and the urge to throw a chair at something – meant the pink-obsessed girl had returned, with her two friends in tow.

Both were noticeably taller than her, wearing highly contrasting clothes to her pink – mostly shades of blacks and grey. The tallest, most anorexic-looking one had tattoos on his face, for God's sake, and eyeliner. They were both definitely ones to be sorted into the category of 'cool and popular' and probably Goths too – Roxas wondered why they hung around the annoying little girl at all. Maybe there was a hidden charm to her personality buried deep down somewhere within her – somewhere very, very deep down, that was hard to identify without the aid of a magnifying glass.

"Nice hat," commented the weird eye-liner guy who was either a Demyx or an Axel, a smirk playing across his features. His rather nice-looking features, really, thought Roxas absent-mindedly. His eyes were bright green, a sharp contrast to the hair exploding from the scalp like flames.

Roxas averted his gaze from him, ignoring the comment about the hat (rise above it, rise above it), and towards the coloured munny the girl with a similar hair colour to the tall kid was pushing towards him. Not that the ice-creams were probably worth that amount anymore, since substantial pieces of the ordered chemical, artificially enhanced splodge had melted into liquid and run down his hand, puddling on the floor and on his skin. It was an interesting hue – blue mixed with peach.

He handed them over for the munny, each of the teenagers accepting one of the ice-creams, the girl grinning at Roxas, who was ever-so-slightly oblivious to her looks, his tired baby blue eyes becoming captivated by the tall guy who was either called Axel or Demyx, as he swivelled his tongue around his ice-cream, somehow still managing to smirk as he did so. It was very … captivating.

"Thanks," smiled the other one dressed in black with some band's emblem displayed on shirt, his blonde hair styled into some sort of weird concoction between a Mohawk and a mullet. His blue eyes were warm when he smiled; making him seem less intimidating despite his size, and Roxas could now see why he hung out with the girl. But why did the other one…?

"Thank you," echoed the girl with a small smile, shooting a look at the red-headed one whose tongue was still darting out around the ice-cream. She giggled at him, and looked at Roxas with a faint quizzical expression on her face, seeing him look intently at her friend. "Hey, I have something to ask you," she grinned, an evil look playing around on her features that had seemed so innocent up until a few seconds ago.

"What?" asked the boy, completely unprepared for the question that was about to come tumbling from her lips. It was probably some cheap dig about his hat or a comment that she knew him because she babysat his sister.

"Welll… Judging by the way you keep staring at Axel… Are you gay?"

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End notes: Yeah, this is what I come up with after about an hour and a half of writing. I just stink at beginning chapters, do not kill me. Should I continue? I want at least one review to let me know if you like it or not .