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Wet Greetings

I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets and my hood covering my head.
'Rain, I hate rain. It's just the annoying version of water'
As I walked home, I saw the buskers on the streets; people with tambourines, guitars, violins – the usual. They sort of reminded me of when I found Demyx doing the same thing.

----I've been sent out by the Superior on a recruitment mission, but I can't find anyone decent. Then I see a blonde in the train station. He's playing his sitar on the platform (clearly annoying a few people, but that just made me like him more) and looks a bit...sad. I walk over and sit down next to him. The music he's playing is calm and mellow – he's clearly been playing for a while though as his hand movements are getting slower and slower until he eventually stops playing and then notices me.
"Sorry, was I disturbing you?"
"No way! I was just curious about you being so glum."
"I just lost my job. All I wanted to do was cheer up the folks at the old people's home. I thought they'd like a bit of music while they ate but no~, apparently that was a complete waste of time and I wasn't taking my job seriously enough so they fired me." I shuffle slightly in my seat. It would make my task a lot easier if I hired him; he looks hard working and he clearly isn't an 'up my own arse' person either. Although...he doesn't look right for the job I'm about to offer. "Anyway, you don't wanna hear about me moan, do ya? You're only here for the train."
"Actually, there's a job going free where I work if you want it..."
"Really? What kind of job?"
"Don't you recognise my uniform?" He looks at my black cloak, black gloves and...actually, just black everything and then his eyes widen.
"Oh my God, you're in the Organization aren't you!"
"Say it a bit louder." I hiss. "I don't think the people on the other side of town heard."
"Sorry...well, I haven't got any other way of making money, why not?" He smiles at me kindly-----

   Anyway. I kept walking in my 'mafia outfit' as Demyx calls it, ignoring the buskers. I didn't have any money on me and if I looked at them I'd only feel guilty. So I kept walking. That is, until I heard a rattling noise down a side alley....

   "THAT'S THE FINAL STRAW KID, YOU'RE FIRED!"
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" I protested. This was so unfair. This was the only job available to me, and already I was being fired after only a couple of weeks.
"DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME LOSE CASH I COULD'VE EARNED INSTEAD OF YOU BEING HERE! AND THEN THE BOSS GIVES YOU A RISE FOR YOUR 'HAPPY NATURE'! THAT'S IT – GET OUT NOW!" I scoffed at him disbelievingly. This was ridiculous – I was getting fired cos he wanted a bigger pay cheque. I took off my uniform and opened the back door in the kitchen. "And take out the other garbage while you're at it." He threw three black bin bags at me on my way out. I slammed the door and after tossing the bags into the air, not caring where they landed, I trudged down the alleyway that led onto the main streets.
'Fine, I'll just find another job...if I can; I don't think they're employing 18 year olds who look like they're 15...'
I kicked a bin on my way past, and looked up when I saw the rain. "Great...anything else to make my day worse?" I shivered slightly seeing as all I had to wear was my current clothing: beige trousers with black at the top, a black body-warmer, a white short-sleeved jacket and black trainers. "Why did my parents force me to move out of student housing without any money?" I wrapped my hands around my arms and kept walking.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"

   He looked at me, clearly confused, and then spoke with a voice that sounded slightly too deep for his looks. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah. You don't look too great and where's your coat?"
"Um..." I already knew the answer, so smiled at him and outstretched my arm towards him.
"C'mon, I'll get you something warm." He took a step back and then it occurred to me what this looked like. "I don't mean like THAT. I have a spare coat at home is all. Trust me; I'm not one of those paedophiles you hear about in the news, I'm just a guy trying to help."
"Then why are you wearing an Organization uniform?" This kid was well informed.
"Cos I like the colour - why do you think? But that's just a job. I'm not like that normally. Honest." He looked a tad cautious, but he walked up to me anyway.
"Fine, you win." I smiled down at him and we carried on walking to my apartment.
"So, you got a name kid?"
"Yeah; it's Roxas. And don't think I'm a kid – I'm 18." That took me by surprise.
"You're kidding! No offence, but you don't look much older than-"
"15? Yeah, I know. My family's got a very bad case of being vertically challenged."

    He laughed slightly at that. Everyone does the first time they hear it – even I did the first time my brother used it. He was trying to persuade our friend Hayner that he wasn't as short as everyone thought he was and then came out with 'I'm not short, just vertically challenged' and I've been using it ever since.
   When we got to his apartment, I was amazed at how modern it was. There was all the latest stuff in there; a HD flat-screen TV, a PS3, and a brand new computer. He had really luxurious furniture as well and it clearly cost a lot. The main colours were reds, yellows and oranges (reminding me a little of fire) apart from the electronics which were mainly black. "Before you ask, the Organization pays a lot." I nodded as he fell onto the sofa, spreading his arms across the back of it as he did. "So, you like?" He asked.
"You're a lucky sod, I can tell you that much." He laughed again.
"I'm not THAT lucky. By the way, my name's Axel and my roommates are called Demyx and Zexion. Actually, they'll be here right...about...now." At that exact moment, two guys walked in shaking off the rain from their uniforms (which were also Organization cloaks) and smiling their arses off. One of them was about my height, maybe a bit taller; with silver-y blue hair that fell over his right eye. The other one was about Axel's height and had a blonde mullet-mohawk with a couple of loose strands over his forehead that were currently stuck to it with the wet, as was the other guy's hair that covered half his face.
"I'd love to see Axel's face when he sees the rain he has to walk home in!"
"It wasn't happy; I'll leave it at that." Axel growled, making the two of them jump (the blonde one more than the other).
"Axel! I thought you were gonna be late?"
"After I saw the rain, waiting for that weirdo didn't seem worth it." He looked at me (I was now sitting on the arm of the sofa) and then clicked his fingers in the boys' direction. "The one on the left is Dem, the one on the right is Zex."
"Right." The two of them jumped again when they saw me there, then 'Zex' gave Axel a suspicious look.
"Axel," He said uneasily. "Why do you have a small blonde boy with you? Or have you just been keeping secrets about your love life again?"
"Hey! I'm not a small boy – I'm 18!" Zex just nodded.
"Oh, okay. In that case, forgive me for suggesting that Axel. I know you'd only try to get some with kids just old enough for that kind of thing." He said with a smirk, making me and 'Dem' snort with laughter while Axel got out a lighter.
"Watch it Emo; I know where you keep your books. Anyway, this is Roxas. I brought him here cos he didn't have a coat and he was walking around in THAT weather." He said jabbing his thumb in the window's direction.
"No wonder he's soaking wet." Said Dem as he walked into another room, then coming back out with a towel. "Here; dry yourself with that." He said, smiling at me kindly.

   He took the towel uneasily, looking slightly cautious of Dem. "Y'know, you three aren't anything like those stories you hear about the Organization. You're a lot nicer." Dem grinned at him and I ruffled his hair (although, it didn't really do anything, his hair's pretty wild like mine).
"Well, I think there's only one other member who's 'nice' like us." Zexion stated. "Although, she's not exactly a proper member...more like an honoured guest."
"Oh! You mean Naminé, don't you!" I said. "Yeah, she's the Superior's daughter. Although...why someone as cute and sweet as her could ever come from HIM, I just don't know." Dem and Zex nodded in agreement, while Roxas just looked confused.
"ANYWAY! Let's not talk about work while we're 'off duty'. So Rox, where do you live?"
"The slums...my parents didn't want me to live in student housing, but I didn't have enough money for anything like this place...I've tried getting jobs, but no one's employing me cos they think I'm lying about my age."
"So...you don't have a job..." I said, resting a hand on my chin.
"Axel don't even think about it. 18 is way too young to be in the Organization – I should know." Said Zex, giving me a death glare.
"Wait," Started Roxas. "Axel, are you thinking about signing me up to the Organization?"
"You look like you could use the cash is all." I replied, shrugging casually. "Why, do you WANT to join?"
"Well, it pays a  lot, like you said, and if they took Zexion in (who pouted at that comment) surely they'll take me in too." I smiled at him, followed by showing puppy-dog eyes to Zex.
"Please~ Zexi? Pretty please?"
"Axel, just cos I'm your superior doesn't mean you ask me. Ask Xemnas."
"But Mansex will say no!" I argued (and couldn't help but notice how Roxas burst out laughing at the nickname). "Besides, if I ask him, he'll want to see Roxas for an interview and he'll want to test him and...oh, you know how it works – it'll take forever!" I put my arm around Roxas and smirked. "Besides, there aren't enough cute guys." Zex face palmed at that comment while Roxas just gasped. Zex sighed and then did something completely unexpected – he looked up and actually smiled at us.
"Fine, but make sure he knows what he's getting himself into..."

Description
Wet Greetings

I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets and my hood covering my head.
'Rain, I hate rain. It's just the annoying version of water'
As I walked home, I saw the buskers on the streets; people with tambourines, guitars, violins – the usual. They sort of reminded me of when I found Demyx doing the same thing.

----I've been sent out by the Superior on a recruitment mission, but I can't find anyone decent. Then I see a blonde in the train station. He's playing his sitar on the platform (clearly annoying a few people, but that just made me like him more) and looks a bit...sad. I walk over and sit down next to him. The music he's playing is calm and mellow – he's clearly been playing for a while though as his hand movements are getting slower and slower until he eventually stops playing and then notices me.
"Sorry, was I disturbing you?"
"No way! I was just curious about you being so glum."
"I just lost my job. All I wanted to do was cheer up the folks at the old people's home. I thought they'd like a bit of music while they ate but no~, apparently that was a complete waste of time and I wasn't taking my job seriously enough so they fired me." I shuffle slightly in my seat. It would make my task a lot easier if I hired him; he looks hard working and he clearly isn't an 'up my own arse' person either. Although...he doesn't look right for the job I'm about to offer. "Anyway, you don't wanna hear about me moan, do ya? You're only here for the train."
"Actually, there's a job going free where I work if you want it..."
"Really? What kind of job?"
"Don't you recognise my uniform?" He looks at my black cloak, black gloves and...actually, just black everything and then his eyes widen.
"Oh my God, you're in the Organization aren't you!"
"Say it a bit louder." I hiss. "I don't think the people on the other side of town heard."
"Sorry...well, I haven't got any other way of making money, why not?" He smiles at me kindly-----

   Anyway. I kept walking in my 'mafia outfit' as Demyx calls it, ignoring the buskers. I didn't have any money on me and if I looked at them I'd only feel guilty. So I kept walking. That is, until I heard a rattling noise down a side alley....

   "THAT'S THE FINAL STRAW KID, YOU'RE FIRED!"
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" I protested. This was so unfair. This was the only job available to me, and already I was being fired after only a couple of weeks.
"DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? DIDN'T DO ANYTHING? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME LOSE CASH I COULD'VE EARNED INSTEAD OF YOU BEING HERE! AND THEN THE BOSS GIVES YOU A RISE FOR YOUR 'HAPPY NATURE'! THAT'S IT – GET OUT NOW!" I scoffed at him disbelievingly. This was ridiculous – I was getting fired cos he wanted a bigger pay cheque. I took off my uniform and opened the back door in the kitchen. "And take out the other garbage while you're at it." He threw three black bin bags at me on my way out. I slammed the door and after tossing the bags into the air, not caring where they landed, I trudged down the alleyway that led onto the main streets.
'Fine, I'll just find another job...if I can; I don't think they're employing 18 year olds who look like they're 15...'
I kicked a bin on my way past, and looked up when I saw the rain. "Great...anything else to make my day worse?" I shivered slightly seeing as all I had to wear was my current clothing: beige trousers with black at the top, a black body-warmer, a white short-sleeved jacket and black trainers. "Why did my parents force me to move out of student housing without any money?" I wrapped my hands around my arms and kept walking.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"

   He looked at me, clearly confused, and then spoke with a voice that sounded slightly too deep for his looks. "Are you talking to me?"
"Yeah. You don't look too great and where's your coat?"
"Um..." I already knew the answer, so smiled at him and outstretched my arm towards him.
"C'mon, I'll get you something warm." He took a step back and then it occurred to me what this looked like. "I don't mean like THAT. I have a spare coat at home is all. Trust me; I'm not one of those paedophiles you hear about in the news, I'm just a guy trying to help."
"Then why are you wearing an Organization uniform?" This kid was well informed.
"Cos I like the colour - why do you think? But that's just a job. I'm not like that normally. Honest." He looked a tad cautious, but he walked up to me anyway.
"Fine, you win." I smiled down at him and we carried on walking to my apartment.
"So, you got a name kid?"
"Yeah; it's Roxas. And don't think I'm a kid – I'm 18." That took me by surprise.
"You're kidding! No offence, but you don't look much older than-"
"15? Yeah, I know. My family's got a very bad case of being vertically challenged."

    He laughed slightly at that. Everyone does the first time they hear it – even I did the first time my brother used it. He was trying to persuade our friend Hayner that he wasn't as short as everyone thought he was and then came out with 'I'm not short, just vertically challenged' and I've been using it ever since.
   When we got to his apartment, I was amazed at how modern it was. There was all the latest stuff in there; a HD flat-screen TV, a PS3, and a brand new computer. He had really luxurious furniture as well and it clearly cost a lot. The main colours were reds, yellows and oranges (reminding me a little of fire) apart from the electronics which were mainly black. "Before you ask, the Organization pays a lot." I nodded as he fell onto the sofa, spreading his arms across the back of it as he did. "So, you like?" He asked.
"You're a lucky sod, I can tell you that much." He laughed again.
"I'm not THAT lucky. By the way, my name's Axel and my roommates are called Demyx and Zexion. Actually, they'll be here right...about...now." At that exact moment, two guys walked in shaking off the rain from their uniforms (which were also Organization cloaks) and smiling their arses off. One of them was about my height, maybe a bit taller; with silver-y blue hair that fell over his right eye. The other one was about Axel's height and had a blonde mullet-mohawk with a couple of loose strands over his forehead that were currently stuck to it with the wet, as was the other guy's hair that covered half his face.
"I'd love to see Axel's face when he sees the rain he has to walk home in!"
"It wasn't happy; I'll leave it at that." Axel growled, making the two of them jump (the blonde one more than the other).
"Axel! I thought you were gonna be late?"
"After I saw the rain, waiting for that weirdo didn't seem worth it." He looked at me (I was now sitting on the arm of the sofa) and then clicked his fingers in the boys' direction. "The one on the left is Dem, the one on the right is Zex."
"Right." The two of them jumped again when they saw me there, then 'Zex' gave Axel a suspicious look.
"Axel," He said uneasily. "Why do you have a small blonde boy with you? Or have you just been keeping secrets about your love life again?"
"Hey! I'm not a small boy – I'm 18!" Zex just nodded.
"Oh, okay. In that case, forgive me for suggesting that Axel. I know you'd only try to get some with kids just old enough for that kind of thing." He said with a smirk, making me and 'Dem' snort with laughter while Axel got out a lighter.
"Watch it Emo; I know where you keep your books. Anyway, this is Roxas. I brought him here cos he didn't have a coat and he was walking around in THAT weather." He said jabbing his thumb in the window's direction.
"No wonder he's soaking wet." Said Dem as he walked into another room, then coming back out with a towel. "Here; dry yourself with that." He said, smiling at me kindly.

   He took the towel uneasily, looking slightly cautious of Dem. "Y'know, you three aren't anything like those stories you hear about the Organization. You're a lot nicer." Dem grinned at him and I ruffled his hair (although, it didn't really do anything, his hair's pretty wild like mine).
"Well, I think there's only one other member who's 'nice' like us." Zexion stated. "Although, she's not exactly a proper member...more like an honoured guest."
"Oh! You mean Naminé, don't you!" I said. "Yeah, she's the Superior's daughter. Although...why someone as cute and sweet as her could ever come from HIM, I just don't know." Dem and Zex nodded in agreement, while Roxas just looked confused.
"ANYWAY! Let's not talk about work while we're 'off duty'. So Rox, where do you live?"
"The slums...my parents didn't want me to live in student housing, but I didn't have enough money for anything like this place...I've tried getting jobs, but no one's employing me cos they think I'm lying about my age."
"So...you don't have a job..." I said, resting a hand on my chin.
"Axel don't even think about it. 18 is way too young to be in the Organization – I should know." Said Zex, giving me a death glare.
"Wait," Started Roxas. "Axel, are you thinking about signing me up to the Organization?"
"You look like you could use the cash is all." I replied, shrugging casually. "Why, do you WANT to join?"
"Well, it pays a  lot, like you said, and if they took Zexion in (who pouted at that comment) surely they'll take me in too." I smiled at him, followed by showing puppy-dog eyes to Zex.
"Please~ Zexi? Pretty please?"
"Axel, just cos I'm your superior doesn't mean you ask me. Ask Xemnas."
"But Mansex will say no!" I argued (and couldn't help but notice how Roxas burst out laughing at the nickname). "Besides, if I ask him, he'll want to see Roxas for an interview and he'll want to test him and...oh, you know how it works – it'll take forever!" I put my arm around Roxas and smirked. "Besides, there aren't enough cute guys." Zex face palmed at that comment while Roxas just gasped. Zex sighed and then did something completely unexpected – he looked up and actually smiled at us.
"Fine, but make sure he knows what he's getting himself into..."