"Why the hell are we here?" an irritated blond asked his counter part. If there is anything Roxas hated, it was malls.

His friend, Demyx, stuck his tongue out. "Because you've been an emo little bitch ever since Naminé dumped you and as your best friend I cannot allow it to continue." He hooked his arm around the blond's. "Now, come, my dear Roxxy-kins, we shall shop!"

Roxas frowned as Demyx pulled him. Sometimes having a flaming gay guy as a best friend sucked. "Dem, I don't like to shop. It's bor—"

"Ooh, look Roxxy! Aren't those boots awesome?" Demyx dragged him over to a window. He pressed his face and hands against the glass. "Dontcha think they'd look great on you? I bet all the girls would maul you!" he quickly pulled them inside.

It was dark inside the store, and slightly crowded. Band shirts, Tripp pants, bras, and anime goods covered the walls and small aisles. Several teenagers were standing around, checking out the goods. In the center of the small store was a square counter with two cash registers.

A short man with blue hair was standing behind the counter. His nose was stuck in a book. "Hello, welcome to Hot Topic. My name is Zexion. If there's anything you need, please, hesitate to ask."

Demyx's eyes widened and he released Roxas's arm. "Zexy!" he ran behind the counter to hug the man. "I didn't know you worked here! This is great!"

Roxas blinked, glancing at the door. He was debating whether or not to bolt. Before he could come to a decision though, Demyx spoke to him again. "Roxas, I want you to meet Zexion!" he hugged the man again. "Isn't he just pure adorableness? Don't you just wanna gobble him up?"

Zexion blushed a bit and pushed Demyx away. "Dem, don't get behind the counter. My asshole of a boss will dock my pay." He leaned against the counter once Demyx was on the other side. "So, what're you doing here? This doesn't seem like your sort of store."

"Him." Demyx pointed to Roxas, "I need to sex-i-fy him so he can get laid and stop bitching." He pulled on Roxas's cheek. "He's cute enough but he's got what most would call an 'attitude problem'. So I figured if we made him sexy enough people could look passed that."

Roxas swatted his hand away. "Shut up."

Zexion sighed. "I see what you mean by the attitude problem comment. Unfortunately, fashion isn't my strong point." He opened his book and resumed reading. "Just browse around or something, I'm sure you can find something. If you need anything, just ask someone else."

"You're no fun, Zexy!" Demyx whined. He looked around and spotted a rack of T-shirts. "Ooh, Skelanimals!" he pulled Roxas over to them and started to hold them up to him. "Hmm…you don't like monkeys, do you?"

Roxas's eye was twitching. "Demyx, if you don't let me leave right this minute, I will do horrible things to you with a spork."

"Bitch." He thrust several shirts into Roxas's arms and pointed at the dressing rooms. "Now, go change into these."

"I don't wan—"

"Now!"

Something about the way Demyx said this made him obey. Though Demyx would never hurt a fly…well, Roxas was not a fly, was he? He trudged off to the dressing room. He pulled his shirt off, scratching at his chest absentmindly. "This is a pain in the ass."

"I can imagine." A voice came from behind him.

Roxas spun to see a fiery redheaded man, sitting on a stool. He grinned, his emerald eyes glowing. "Hiya!"

Roxas stared at him. He blushed. "I'm sorry; I didn't know this room was taken."

"Oh, don't apologize. The free peepshow is payment enough." He eyed Roxas's chest. "Very nice. What do you do, like thirty pushups a day or somethin'? Well, whatever it is, it works."

Roxas rolled his eyes. Just what he needed, some gay horn dog. He turned and started to look for his shirt. "Where did it…"

"Looking for…this?" the shirt was suddenly dangling in front of his face. But when he reached for it the man pulled it out of his reach. He grinned evilly. "You want it? Earn it."

"Give me my shirt, you bastard." Roxas growled, jumping for it. He cursed himself for being short. "Give it!"

"Ooh, aren't you the impatient one?" he leaned down near Roxas's face. "I like it."

Roxas's eyes widened. "RAPE!!!"

The man blinked. "Huh?"

Roxas turned to the door. "Demyx!! There's a creepy rapist in here! Help me!"

The door burst open to reveal a dangerous looking Demyx. "Get. Away. From. HIM!!" he hissed. "Now, you redheaded…donkey molesting…thing!!"

The man blinked again. "The fuck?"

Demyx turned around. "Zexy, there's a rapist in the dressing room!! Kill it!!"

"Handle it yourself, you pansy!"

"But Zexy—"

The man rubbed his temples. "All I wanted was some nice fun-time, is that so much to ask for?" he pulled a card out of his pocket and tossed it at Roxas. "Call me sometime, babe. I can show you a real nice time." He strode out, flicking Demyx in the forehead as he passed.

"Bastard." Roxas hissed, crumpling the card.

"He's so hot!!" Demyx squealed. He snatched the card and straightened it out. "Ooh, it's a cell! Can I have this?"

Zexion was suddenly in the doorway. "Did my boss just hit on you?"

Roxas rubbed his eyes. "I need to hurt something…"

"Emo bitch!" Demyx cried, pointing dramatically at him. "This is why you can't get laid!!"

"I don't want to get laid!"

"Asexual bitch!"

Roxas glared. "Demyx, run. Run now."

Demyx squeaked and ducked behind Zexion. "Zexy, protect me! The evil emo, asexual bitch wants to hurt me!!" he looked at the card again. Hey, Roxxy…can you tell me what a nympho is?"

"What?" Roxas walked over to look at the card. It read:

Axel

Professional Nympho

986-4643

Cute boys only

"He's an idiot." Roxas decided. He crumpled the card and crammed it in his pocket. He pulled on his shirt.

"But he's a sexy idiot!" Demyx exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around Roxas. "Roxxy's got a sexy bishi stalker! Hooray for Roxxy!!" he looked at him. "So, you gonna call him? Huh, huh? Are ya? Huh?"

Roxas's eye was twitching again. "Dem, in case you've forgotten, I'm straight. As in, I like girls and girls only."

"For now." Demyx pulled back and tugged on the collar of his shirt, an innocent expression on his face. "But who knows what a night of tequila, strip poker, and a broken heater can do to a guy."

"Demyx, you need a hobby."

"But you are my hobby, Roxxy!"

"I hate you."

"I love you!"

Zexion sighed. "Get out of here. You're scaring away the costumers."

BORDER!!!!!!!!

Roxas wasn't in the best of moods as he unlocked the door to his apartment. He planned on getting something to eat, changing into his pajamas, and going to bed. But, then again, if his life were that simple, he wouldn't be Roxas.

He immediately shielded his eyes as he stepped in, but not before catching a glimpse of the two bodies tangled on his couch. "Damn it, Sora, how many times do I have to tell you? No fucking on the couch!"

"We're not!!" A boy with spiky chocolate hair looked up. He grinned. "Hi, Roxas! What's up? You have fun with Demyx?"

A pair of bright green eyes looked at him from beneath Sora. "Oh, hey, Rox."

Roxas rolled his eyes. He felt a migraine coming on. "Hello, Riku. Having fun with my brother?"

"Yep."

Sora hopped off, fixing his shirt. He grinned and made a peace sign before glomping his twin. "Rox!!" he looked at the bag in Roxas's hand. "Oh, whatcha buy? You get me anything? Huh?"

Roxas pushed him away. "Dumbass." He handed him the bag, which was full of food. "I swung by the market place on my way home. We were running low on stuff. And—"

"Oh my god, cookies!!" Sora squealed. He tried to open the package of Oreos. "You got my favorite kind!! Thanks, Rox!"

"Whatever." Roxas said with another roll of his eyes. He went into the kitchen and tossed a frozen burrito in the microwave. They were unhealthy, but damn if they weren't good. "Riku staying the night?"

Riku shook his head, now sitting up. "No, I have to get to work early tomorrow."

"Ah." Thank the lord for small favors. Roxas seriously doubted if he could sleep through one of their 'sleep over's'. The microwave went off and he grabbed his burrito. He took a bite, savoring the taste. "I'm heading to bed."

Sora swallowed his mouthful of cookie and smiled at him. "Alright, night-night, Rox!"

Roxas nodded at him and went to his room. He finished off his burrito before stripping. He changed into a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black tank-top and emptied out his jeans pocket. He paused as he held the Axel's card in his hand. "I should just throw this away…" he told himself, but paused again as he held it over his trash can. Sighing, he tossed it on his desk. He could always give it to Demyx.

He climbed into his bed, snuggling under the covers. Slowly he drifted to sleep.

BORDER!!!!!!!!

Kainichi: Fwala! Chapter uno is complete! So, what do you guys think?

Demyx: -reading through story- Why do I say bitch so much?

Zexion: 'Cause you are one.

Demyx: -gasps-

Kainichi: -hugs Demyx- Don't listen to him, Demmy-kins!