The Beginning...

[not_ale]

Axel steps through a black portal that spreads open out of thin air. He raises a hand to push his hood back, revealing bright red, spiky hair before looking around warily and throwing the brown package containing Roxas' new robes onto the table. Grabbing a sea-salt ice cream bar from the freezer, he gracefully plops down on the couch. The couch

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[auxiliary_key]

Roxas glances from the scrap of snow white paper to the steel number beside the door. He decides that yes, it is the right address, and crumbles up the said paper, tucking it away into a pocket.

Curling his fingers into a half-fist, he raps smartly on the door, wondering to himself what the invitation was for.

[auxiliary_key]

Roxas just groans loudly in response, bringing his palm to his forehead several times. He racks his brains for some sort of suitable response, but he can't think of any.

So he just groans again to himself, looking irritated beyond belief. "Axel..." he hisses under his breath.

[not_ale]

"Look, I'll just get you a snazzier pair, yeah? Problem solved." Axel actually hadn't liked the ones that Marluxia had bought. At least this way, he could help Roxas pick out a more stylish pair.

[auxiliary_key]

Roxas refuses to believe that Axel came up with a solution first. He shrugs to give off the impression that he didn't care much anymore, saying with a reluctant air, "Fine. Problem solved, I guess."

He glances at the ice cream in Axel's hand again. "It's melting," he says simply.

[not_ale]

"Eerk!" Axel blinks at the ice cream he forgot he was clutching and hurried over to the sink to drop it in. Rinsing his hands, he called over his shoulder, "I'm supposed to explain to you how the Organization works."

[auxiliary_key]

"How are you going to keep track of me when you can't keep track of an inanimate object?" Roxas blinks once or twice.

[not_ale]

Axel smirks at him over his shoulder. "It's because you're here that I forgot to keep track of an inanimate object. Don't worry, I'll have no problems keeping track of you."

[auxiliary_key]

"...Honestly, that doesn't sound very good, Axel. It actually makes me kinda worried." Roxas wondered vaguely how exactly Axel would keep track of him.

[not_ale]

"Why? What's there to worry about?"

[auxiliary_key]

"Uh..." There's the slightest bit of pink on Roxas' cheeks, but it's barely noticable. Even the boy himself doesn't realize it. "N-Nevermind."

[not_ale]

Axel's eyebrows rise, not quite picking up on the blush or reason for discomfort.

"Down to business. Not everyone's here at the moment, so you'll get a few days to get used to things before the meetings start up again. Your seat in the conference room's the second highest one." Axel declines on commenting why that is. "You might want to just portal straight there. It looks dorky when you have to jump."

[auxiliary_key]

Roxas nods, a bit uncertainly. "Okay..." He tried to commit as much as he could to memory, which was fairly easy so far. "How many chairs down is yours from mine?"

Of course, he doesn't find it odd at all that his chair is the second highest. Its doubtful that he even finds any significance in such a detail.

[not_ale]

"Five. You'll be sitting next to Xemnas, in the thirteenth seat. It's a circular room, so you'll be almost directly across from me."

[auxiliary_key]

"You've figured this out beforehand, huh? And, uh, Xemnas... is the superior, right?"

He didn't like sitting next to people with power; it particularly reminded him of the days he spent sitting at the desk right next to the teacher's. No privacy. At all.

((Aww, cute. ^^ Thanks for the diagram thing!))

[not_ale]

"Roxas. Do you really think I plan everything beforehand?" Actually, Axel didn't need to plan this one, being that Roxas naturally had to fall into the empty thirteenth seat. Regardless, Axel probably would have arranged it that way if fate had not already intervened. He wanted to make sure he had his eye on Roxas at all times.

"Xemnas is the Superior. Don't worry. He won't mistreat you. You're important." He says the last with a touch of sarcasm.

((LOL, visual enhancement doesn't hurt. Besides, the seating arrangement is so random in the game, I couldn't even begin to figure out how far away Roxas is from Axel. So I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of changing a few facts.))

[auxiliary_key]

"Important?" Roxas echoes softly, blinking slowly. "In what way?"

((Hehe, it definitely seemed random when I was playing it. Couldn't figure out for the life of me the specific order everyone was in. And go ahead, change away! ^o^))