I know, I know – I classified and originally intended this to be a stand-alone one-shot, however, because I am made of fail, I am incapable of checking that the story status is set to 'Complete'. Therefore, when I received a number of Story Alerts, I felt REALLY bad about just changing the status and leaving those alerts unfulfilled.

So here's what I consider a 'bonus chapter' as my way of apologizing for my immense failure of common sense.

Thanks to Chloe, who helps me through the fangirl moments and gives her opinions when needed.

DISCLAIMER: I looked into a magic mirror this morning and asked it whether I was allowed to own any of these characters. It told me 'No'.

"I am NOT coming out, Axel!"

"But why, Roxy? I bet you look great – you always do!"

"Screw you Axel."

The only response Roxas got to this was a chuckle and what sounded like a "later" that was muffled by the thick door which separated him from Axel, the rest of the Organization, and was the only thing allowing him to hold onto the last remains of his already tattered dignity.

Glancing over at himself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, he groaned and leaned against the wall tiredly, burying him face in his hands. How Axel had managed to persuade him to do this he had no idea.

Ever since the green-eyed teen had "nursed him back to health" (as he liked to call it), Axel had been using it against Roxas to get "favours" out of him, one way or another – usually guilt. When Axel had casually raised the subject of the party that was to be held to end the year (how Xemnas agreed to it, he had absolutely no clue; his current theory was that Xemnas was off his face at the time) – and when he said casually, he meant that Axel and hit him with a flying tackle and pinned him to the floor before refusing to get up until he had agreed to go – Roxas hadn't thought much of it.

It was only a week later that Axel let on that it was a costume party, and that he had already gone to the trouble of getting Roxas' outfit too. Being unable to refuse Axel's expression of childlike excitement, Roxas had had no choice but to go along with it. It can't be that bad… can it?

Thumping his head against the wall he realised how bad it actually was. Of all possible outfits!

Whilst Roxas was in this destructive downward spiral, Axel leaned casually against the wall next to the door, eyes closed and absentmindedly smoothing out his own costume. He knew that Roxas would come out eventually.

As if to prove him right, the faint click and creak of a door opening was heard, and one of his eyes snapped open.

"I hate you Axel."

With this, Roxas peered down both sides of the hallway (checking they were empty) and stepped out of the room reluctantly, wrapping his arms around himself trying to cover up as much of himself as possible. He walked over and stood in front of Axel; a look that was too embarrassed to be angry etched on his face, and glared at the red head in silence.

Axel stared. And then blinked. Then he burst out into peals of hysterical laughter that had him doubled over, tears threatening to run down his face.

"R-Roxas… Nice…" That was all he could managed before dissolving back into uncontrollable laughter.

Roxas was clad in a tight white uniform-dress, white stilettos and a small white hat with a red cross embossed on it. The dress' top half was blouse-esque, with a line of buttons down the front, leading from the low v-neck collar to the waist. The bottom half couldn't really even be classed as a skirt, seeing as it stopped so high up his thigh that if he leaned in any direction by more than a few degrees, someone was going to get an eyeful. Mock-pockets were stitched over the breast and the tiny sleeves did nothing. And it was very tight. The hat was pinned to Roxas' golden hair with two hair pins, and the stilettos were high enough that he had trouble walking very fast or far without clutching the wall.

Axel couldn't be sure, but he thought he may have also been wearing sheer stockings.

Overall, it was short, tight and everything that Roxas hated. How girls wear this I have no idea…

Wiping his eyes and finally sobering up enough to stand up straight again, Axel smiled warmly at the embarrassed teen. "Sorry Roxy, couldn't help myself."

Roxas merely scowled. He finally managed to drag his eyes away from Axels face (he was feverishly wishing for something to hit it quite hard) and noticed Axel's costume. The older teen wore a simple long white coat and smart black trousers and a white shirt. On the white shirt was pinned a name tag; Dr. Axel.

Roxas looked back up to Axel's still-grinning visage. "You're a Doctor?" He tried to keep his tone level, and all but managed it apart from the slight edge that leaked into his voice.

"Yep. Thanks for noticing, Nursie."

…

"Well why couldn't I have been a doctor too instead of this ridiculous outfit?!" He gestured to himself as his cheeks flamed scarlet. Axel just kept on smiling.

"Hey, don't blame me. Doctor's orders."

"… But Axel, you're the Doctor!"

"Exactly. And these are my orders."

"But-"

"Sorry Roxy, but you've got no other choice apart from swapping outfits with me; and I really don't think I'd suit a nurse's uniform. You on the other hand …" He trailed off, his gaze raking up and down his friend's body, lingering on his lean waist and flushed face. He broke off and pushed off the wall, taking a step forward and offering Roxas his arm. "So, you coming?"

If looks could kill, then Axel would have already been six foot under.

"I don't need your help" Roxas snapped, before taking a hesitant, unsteady step forward; that was as far as he managed to get before he suddenly found the floor rushing up to greet him in a painful hug. Thwump.

Feeling like a stranded turtle, Roxas attempted to right himself once again, but was repeatedly foiled by the killer-heels and the sheer tightness of the dress. Well, good bye dignity…

Axel, seeming to finally take pity on the flailing teen, offered a hand in assistance; Roxas reluctantly grasped hold of it and felt himself being pulled back onto his uncertain feet… and straight into a death hug.

"Axel…" he began to protest, but cut off in a rather choked voice when he felt Axel's hands wander south and squeeze his ass, before whispering in his ear, "You really do look good, Roxy…"

Releasing him from the uncomfortable hold, Axel offered his arm to Roxas once again; this time he wasn't refused. The now slightly-flushed Roxas tugged the dress back into position before clamping a hand on the life-saving arm.

"So, you ready to party, Roxy?"

"Let's just get this over with Axel."

*

The morning after, Roxas would wonder many things. What had he actually been drinking last night? How had Demyx managed get into that cat-suit? How many members had recorded Xemnas' drunken caterwauling for blackmail purposes?

And why the hell was a very naked Axel now smirking at him from the other side of the bed?

Nnngh. Not sure if this came out how I wanted it to or not…

It was just a quick little idea so sorry if there are mistakes. As always, if you spot any, i'd appreciate it more than these pixels can spell out if you could let me know so i can fix them.

I am such an awful writer xD I am incapable of giving a definite ending, and am already being guilted by my friend into continuing this for atleast one more chapter. I don't know if I should though, and don't know if I am. So don't hold your breath.

Reviews are much loved as always!

Love

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(Kaylee)