Woo! First Chapter! I'd just like to thank Riisoku and darkmousie16 for helping me out with this. and kinda giving me the idea too... You guys are amazing! (go check out their stuff :P) Hope you enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters... sad day. Lucky Squeenix.

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"Roxas! Get your slow ass out here! The guy said he'd be here at 4, and it is now 4:01."

Roxas stumbled out of his makeshift dressing room, cursing every god and religious figure he could think of… just as he heard it. That tiny chime he was dreading.

A customer.

"Crap dammit Joseph Stalin…" Roxas tried his best to become invisible.

"… Why is that… person… wearing my sister's wedding dress?"

Shitfuck.

Roxas could only assume those were the customer's words considering that he had closed his eyes, hoping the "if you can't see them…" rule would apply in this case.

"I'm so sorry sir… I'll be with you in just a moment." That was his brother. The same brother who owned the infamous Cloud 9 Dress Shop. The same brother that he could hear stomping over to him. The same brother who was not afraid to kick his ass right here and now. The same brother who had just grabbed him by the ear and was currently yanking him toward the back room.

"No, no. It's okay. Just… unexpected. I think I actually prefer this to finding it on a hanger."

Roxas didn't even have to look at the guy to know the smirk he was wearing for the last statement. Nevertheless, he was curious as to his other features.

The first thing he noticed about the customer was his bright red mane of hair, and how sharply it contrasted with his green eyes. Then he saw the tattoos. One upside-down teardrop tattoo under each eye. How lamely unoriginal. Everything about this guy looked fake… At least his clothes looked relatively 

normal. He was dressed casually in ripped up jeans and black t-shirt. And let's not forget that smug look on his face.

The redhead motioned with his head for Roxas to come over. It was probably the last thing Roxas wanted to do at the moment, but his oh so loving brother couldn't care less. He practically threw him at the guy.

As soon as Roxas managed to stand up correctly, the redhead's eyes were all over him. Well, he knew he was just looking at the dress, but it didn't make him any less uncomfortable.

The customer made approving noises as he turned Roxas different ways to get a decent look at the dress.

"So, you are a guy. Interesting. How are you managing to hold up a sleeveless wedding dress?"

Roxas reached into the front of the dress and into the… -shudder- … bra he was wearing and pulled out a large, round… fruit. "Cantaloupes," he stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"…Right. Well kid, I must say, you probably look better in that dress than my sister will, but I regret to say that I gotta take it from you now."

"Thank God. I don't know how girls can stand wearing corsets…" In wanting to get the damn thing off so badly, he started undressing right there in the middle of the store. But before he actually did any damage, his brother interjected with a loud cough. Roxas felt his face turn several shades of red before gathering up the dress around his ankles and running back to his "dressing room."

Well shit. As if being seen in a dress wasn't bad enough, he had almost stripped in public. Great going, Roxas. Good thing he would never have to see that guy again.

When Roxas had finally managed to get out of the accursed dress without ripping it to shreds, and had fully clothed himself again, he stepped out to give the dress to the smug, evil, redheaded customer.

"Here's your dress, sir," Roxas snarled as he passed the dress to him over the counter.

"Whoa there, Blondie. No need to get your panties in a twist because you almost exposed your goods to the world. Why the hell were you wearing the dress in the first place?"

Rule number 1: Don't punch the customers. Deep breath… Annnnd composed. "…My brother, Cloud, the owner of this place, makes me model his dresses for him. I'm like his living mannequin. But, so far, you're the only person other than Cloud to actually see me in a dress…"

"Well I'm touched, Blondie. I truly am." The annoying redhead had put his hand on his heart with feigned sincerity.

"Would you stop calling me that? My name's Roxas."

"Axel."

"… What?"

"My name. Axel. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"

… What a freak. "Yeah, sure."

"So, uh… Thanks for the dress. See you tomorrow, then"

"Yeah, see you- Wait. What?!"

The smirk returned. "Yeah. I was looking for a job and Cloud said he needed some extra help so…"

"So now you're working here??" Roxas' eyes didn't know whether to widen in surprise or narrow in disgust.

"Yup. Starting tomorrow." The smirk grew.

Roxas couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Cloud had wanted more help around the shop, but this guy? No way in hell would he allow that.

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"No way in hell are you going to talk me out of this." Cloud wasn't even facing him but Roxas swore he could still feel his eyes burning his skin. Axel had long since left as Roxas stood agape at the counter, still trying to form coherent sentences. Now it was just him and Cloud, duking it out with words. More like Roxas complaining while Cloud finished up his latest dress.

"But… but…"

"Sorry Roxas, but the man can sew. That's more than I can say about you."

Pout.

"Stop pouting and deal with it."

How did he know?

"And don't even think about throwing that measuring tape at me."

… Damn.

Cloud turned to face him, his expression much softer now. "Look. You know I need more help around here and you know how long I've been trying to find someone. We really need him here."

"I know…" Roxas sighed. He knew all that… But why did it have to be him?

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