Author's Note:Sorry for the really late update! D:

And while she wept a boy came

He gave her back her crown

And then,

He just smiled

Somehow, I ended up in a kitchen with thirteen hooded figures staring at me, mouths agape, with pointy objects cluttered around them. Somehow, the Spanish book was not the mighty weapon I thought it was and thus, I was trapped. Somehow, Roxas coughed and everyone was staring at him and a large white box.

"Sooo… about the crème puffs?"

Apparently, when it comes down to fine dining, there are certain things that must be in place. This, I was learning now, was a do or die business and without the essentials death was preferable.

"The thing is everyone loves some freaking crème puffs. I swear Demyx stuffs crack in them," Larxene mused while tearing a raw chicken viciously apart. "That's stupid enough for Demyx to do." She added snidely.

I was also learning that Larxene was about as gentle as a snake. Both in personality and the way she cooked. She slammed everything, clattered silverware, tore and ripped meat, cut vegetables not with a normal knife but with ikunai/i. But everyone in the kitchen had a special way they did things.

Demyx was too gentle to deal with meat, so he was put on desserts. Marluxia decorated each tray, often with highly perfumed flowers, making each dish look incredible. Axel liked to burn things—both literally and figuratively. It hadn't happened just once that Larxene's sleeve conspicuously caught on fire. Otherwise he was on oven duty, which required the low-level skill of preheating, getting out dishes and putting them in the oven, and other very minimal duties. (Axel had caused one too many accidents in the kitchen, they would tell me later.)

It was a commotion in the kitchen. The rest of the members cooked and cleaned with practiced hands. And they all wore the same dark cloak I saw Roxas in now as he helplessly explained the mix-up.

"Dude, what are we going to do?" He asked Axel.

"Man, oh man. Xemmy is gonna kill you," Axel explained happily as he pushed buttons on the oven.

"Dude! You seriously aren't going to help me?" Roxas whined.

I giggled, only because Roxas sounded like a girl when he whined. Suddenly, Axel's green eyes zeroed in on me.

"Hey, who invited the chick? Roxas, you know the rule: no girlfriends in the kitchen. Got it memorized?"

I was starting to find out this was Axel's tagline. He asked everyone if they "got it memorized". Unless they were retarded, I was pretty sure everyone got it. I guess Axel just wanted to make sure—

Wait. Girlfriend?

"Ew," I said instinctively, cringing away from Roxas.

"Ew?" Roxas repeated snidely. "Don't worry Olette, I wouldn't date you anyway."

"Thank God," I snapped.

"Whoa, whoa. Am I sensing some kind of animosity here? I think the stranger needs to explain what she's doing here before you go and get the crème puffs Roxy. Maybe she can help you. You know, I have a very important role here in the kitchen—"

"You turn the oven on and off," Roxas interjected.

"—So I can't help you man."

I rolled my eyes. I felt like a part of me had been sucked into Wonderland and I was surrounded by crazies.

But they weren't crazy—or, at least, that's what they said. They were all employees of the Oblivion Hotel and they crafted beautiful and delicious meals for the guests here. Apparently, the Hotel was very top-notch. I know that I could never stay here due to the outrageous cost. They called themselves the "Organization" and when they weren't at the Hotel they were out in Twilight Town catering to other rich places.

Roxas wasn't part of a gang.

He was part of a catering "Organization".

I couldn't wait to tell Pence and Hayner. Yet, there was a crisis on hand. Roxas opened the white box to reveal donuts. Not the beloved crème puffs that were such a hit, but plain donuts.

"That bakery didn't have anything else!" Roxas cried, "What else was I supposed to do?"

"You're a dead man," Larxene hissed and, to make a point, ripped apart a whole raw chicken.

I don't know why I opened my big mouth. I was still standing there with that stupid Spanish book in a kitchen full of weirdos—Roxas being the biggest of them all—but at that moment he looked so helpless and scared I couldn't help it. So I said it.

"I know where a bakery is that sells crème puffs all the time. It's kinda a long drive from here though."

Roxas looked at me in wonder. Axel nodded and smirked.

"Well, you have a thirty minutes, just take the van. Dinner starts in an hour and you know how long Demyx takes on the damn crème puffs."

The next thing I knew, we were standing before a white van with "Organization Catering" splattered on the side. Roxas drove, while I sat shotgun. It took me a moment to believe the situation I was in: riding in a creepy van with Roxas as my driver just to get some crème puffs so he didn't lose his job. And I still had the Spanish book clutched in my hands, the cover probably sweaty with my nerves. The van rocked and rumbled as we raced down the curling streets of Twilight Town. I let my eyes take in the world I knew so well, under circumstances I didn't.

"So," I began. "How do you know Sora?"

He gave me an incredulous look and then snapped back to the road. I noticed his gloved hands clenched the steering wheel a little harder and his jaw was fixed in a hard line.

"Sora is my cousin," he responded blankly.

The shock on my face was apparent, but Roxas didn't elaborate.

"Why do you hate him so much? He's really sweet and charming and—"

"Why do you like him so much? He doesn't even notice you're alive!" Roxas cried, rolling those blue eyes of his. The ones that looked like his cousin's.

I looked out the window. I knew Sora didn't know I was alive, but I didn't need the reminder. I held the Spanish book closer. There was nothing more painful than seeing the one you love with someone else—especially like Kairi. And how a jerk like Roxas could even be related eluded me.

"Look, I'm sorry. Let's talk about something else. Like why you've been carrying a Spanish book around all day."

I sighed and looked at him again. He was forgiven, I guess…

"Hayner forgot to give it back. He said you needed it to finish your homework," I explained. "That's why I came."

Roxas looked surprised, "Wow. Thanks."

I paused.

"You're welcome."

When we returned to the Oblivion Hotel, crème puffs in hand, Roxas smiled at me for the first time ever.

"Thanks Ollie, you really helped me out. Weird of you, considering you hate my guts."

"I do not—well, yeah I do hate your guts," I admitted with a sheepish shrug.

Then we both started laughing for no reason and couldn't stop. I don't know what was so funny. The fact that Roxas knew clearly where he stood with me or the fact that his gang was a bunch of caterers or just the world was funny at that moment. It was all hilarious.

"Roxas?" A voice floated down the massive staircase in front of us. It sounded like a tinkling of bells on a windy day. We both stopped laughing abruptly.

I gazed at a girl as white as snow. Her blonde hair dipped over one shoulder and her white dress made her blend into the white Hotel. She had a pretty face and doll-like lips. She was beautiful.

"I'll be there in a minute Namine," Roxas said meekly.

Right then I knew he liked her. A little pit of disappointment filled my heart then, but I wasn't sure why. I certainly wasn't attracted to Roxas. At all. No way. But when he looked at Namine there was a special sparkle in his eye. I just wanted someone to look at me like that.

"Well, I gotta go. Here's the book," I handed him the Spanish book and whirled around to leave.

"Olette, wait!" Roxas called.

I turned around and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's okay. I gotta do my homework and you better do yours too!" I called back and left.

The feeling grew even stronger.