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    Roxas woke up after a good night's sleep. He left his bedroom with his sketchbook under his arm. He found Axel sitting on the window bench, shirtless and starring dreamily out the window towards the sky. Axel hadn't noticed him, so he opened his book to a blank page and started to sketch his friend.
    He was so handsome in the morning light that it was hard to resist drawing him. He made sure to draw each and every detail the best he could. Especially his teardrop tattoos under his eyes.
    As he finished up his portrait, Axel noticed him scribbling in his book on the couch. "What are ya drawing Rox?"
     "Hmmm?" He quickly glanced up at him. "Nothing." He went back to finishing up his sketch.
    Axel got up and began to approach his friend. "Nothing," he leaned over to see the art, "or a Nobody?"
    Before Axel could see it Roxas pressed the book to himself, and began to blush a little. "You know how I feel about my work."
    "Come on, I bet your a good artist."
    "You've never even seen any my pieces!"
    "Hence the 'I bet.' But if you'd show me at least one..." He put a finger on the book.
    "No!" Roxas shot up, almost head-butting Axel, and stormed back to his bedroom.
    Axel stood there for a moment, then smothered his face with his hands and walked to the side of the couch and did a flip roll onto it so he was laying on his back.

    About an hour later Roxas emerged from his room yet again. He had the sketch book pressed tightly to his chest. He walked to Axel who was still laying on the couch.
    "Here," He lightly dropped the book onto Axel's torso which woke him up from his trance, "you can look."
    Axel grabbed it, "are you sure? I mean...if your not one hundred percent okay with it...I won't look."
    "No," he smiled at him, "it's cool. I'm one double-oh percentage sure!"
    Axel smiled back, sat up, and flipped open the once forbidden book.
    There were sketches from the view out of every window in their room, even some from other rooms. There were some from and of the garden and the main hall in Castle Oblivion. Each scenery was more beautiful than the real thing (to him). "This is..." he accidentally swallowed the word he wanted to say, "great!"
    "Don't be nice. Be honest!"
    "No, Rox these are perfect!" He said the word he wanted to say finally. Roxas smiled and walked to the kitchen.
    Axel got to the section that was all drawings of him. There were a lot of pages in this section. All of the sketches that were of him were just penciled, except one, the one that was just drawn. The color was so vibrant and sharp that it looked like a dream. "You're perfect!" He whispered.

    A blond short haired boy entered the front door of the room. "Hey Roxas!" Said red spikey haired boy. He was standing in the kitchen area of the room. "What did Mansex want?"
    Roxas walked over to the kitchen bar and sat on a stool. The red-head was making dinner. "Oh," Roxas sighed, "the usual organization stuff...plans, etcetra. How was your day Axel?"
    Axel glided over to the bar so he was on the other side of his best friend. "Well...it was SO exciting!" Roxas grinned at his obvious sarcasm while took off his uniform boots. "I mean...cleaning up an already spotless room. Golly, If that doesn't tickle my fancy...!" They both started laughing. "No...the internet and cable are still don't work so I slept most of the day, but only until I realized that we have a PS3. So I played Call Of Duty 4."
    "I don't see whats so exciting about that game...but as long as it keeps you entertained and out of trouble." Roxas sprawled himself out onto the bar counter. "So what cha cookin' Ax? I'm starved!"
    Axel chuckled, "your always starved." He began to walk back over to the stove, "I'm making Ramen."
    Roxas rolled his eyes. Ramen was damn near the only thing he could cook. But to him, Axel cooking was enough to make him smile.
    Roxas watched as his best friend stirred up and checked the noodles by eating them. His reactions to the hot noodles against his tongue made Roxas laugh!