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Roxas groaned as he dragged himself out of bed, listening to the annoying beep of the alarm clock.

Last night, Roxas was feeling sick to his stomach and couldn't sleep at all. He was so tempted to go to his father's room and tell him he wasn't feeling good but, he didn't. He thought that he was too old for that and he should deal with it himself.

Anyway, Roxas got himself ready for school and went downstairs to the kitchen. He saw that Cloud had made apple pancakes for breakfast, his favorite.

'I'm not very hungry today,' Roxas thought, the sight of food making him feel like throwing up. 'I'll just take a couple of bites.'

"Morning dad," Roxas greeted, sitting down at the table.

"Good morning, Rox," Cloud said with a smile, also sitting down at the table. "Eat up and then I'll drive you to school today."

"It's ok dad," said Roxas, trying to force the food down without looking strange. "I can just take the bus."

Cloud frowned, putting his fork down. Roxas never liked to ride the bus in morning. He always asked Cloud if he could drive him to school.

"Roxas, are you alright?" he asked, concern in his voice.

Roxas tensed. He wanted to say 'no' but he knew he couldn't.

"Yeah, of course," Roxas answered in a false chipper tone. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Cloud raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Rokusasu Strife," Cloud warned.

Roxas winced. He used his real name. He can't lie after that.

"I have been feeling sick to my stomach lately," Roxas admitted, hanging his head. "But, I feel fine now."

Cloud didn't respond. Instead, he reached over and felt Roxas' forehead.

"You feel warm," said Cloud, standing up. "Go back upstairs and get into bed. I'll be up later."