Google Define: Love
Rating: 17+
Character Pairing: Roxas/Reader
Status: Completed
Summary: He was probably the last one you should have looked at, but boy did you look.
Character Pairing: Roxas/Reader
Status: Completed
Summary: He was probably the last one you should have looked at, but boy did you look.
Strange [facts]
A butterfly flutters its wings in a city park,
Three thousand miles away on an island,
An earthquake occurs, a dreadful terror,
Killing thousands, leaving orphans and widows.
It flaps its wings again, the butterfly,
And I, Roxas, see you, [your name].
“…that’s a nice poem, Roxas,” you grinned nervously, reaching over to ruffle your boyfriend’s hair. He pouted, trying to protest against your actions. He had, after all, taken five minutes out of his life to put all those strands in order. God forbid you should ever mess it up and get away with it, but then again, what was he going to do about it?
“You don’t like it? It’s about the butterfly effect. You know, how a butterfly can flap its wings and some thousand miles over in the next city, there’s a tornado or some kind of natural disaster. In this case, it’s an earthquake, I made it as an allusion to—“ And he went on explaining about how his poem alluded to the fact that you two were meant to be.
You rested your head against his shoulder, nodding as though you’ve been listening to his brilliant hypothesis all this time and he kept on talking. You sometimes wondered how the two of you even got together. Being on different ends of the spectrums, even if you looked at the times when he had to tutor you, there was no way his feelings developed then—he nearly killed you with a pencil when you failed to add correctly, but it was an honest mistake! The paper was sideways, and the plus sign looked like a multiplication symbol and there you went, happily jotting down a nine in place of a six. Honest.
“Are you listening, [your name]?” he remarked, peering down at you. He couldn’t see anything though; your hair was in the way.
“Oh definitely, Roxie, I’m listening… you were talking about the… um, butterfly effect,” you failed to elaborate when he waited for said elaboration. “No, I wasn’t listening… you can go over it again though.”
“Why? Am I boring you?” Uh oh, need a good answer.
“No, I was just thinking about you!”
Three thousand miles away on an island,
An earthquake occurs, a dreadful terror,
Killing thousands, leaving orphans and widows.
It flaps its wings again, the butterfly,
And I, Roxas, see you, [your name].
“…that’s a nice poem, Roxas,” you grinned nervously, reaching over to ruffle your boyfriend’s hair. He pouted, trying to protest against your actions. He had, after all, taken five minutes out of his life to put all those strands in order. God forbid you should ever mess it up and get away with it, but then again, what was he going to do about it?
“You don’t like it? It’s about the butterfly effect. You know, how a butterfly can flap its wings and some thousand miles over in the next city, there’s a tornado or some kind of natural disaster. In this case, it’s an earthquake, I made it as an allusion to—“ And he went on explaining about how his poem alluded to the fact that you two were meant to be.
You rested your head against his shoulder, nodding as though you’ve been listening to his brilliant hypothesis all this time and he kept on talking. You sometimes wondered how the two of you even got together. Being on different ends of the spectrums, even if you looked at the times when he had to tutor you, there was no way his feelings developed then—he nearly killed you with a pencil when you failed to add correctly, but it was an honest mistake! The paper was sideways, and the plus sign looked like a multiplication symbol and there you went, happily jotting down a nine in place of a six. Honest.
“Are you listening, [your name]?” he remarked, peering down at you. He couldn’t see anything though; your hair was in the way.
“Oh definitely, Roxie, I’m listening… you were talking about the… um, butterfly effect,” you failed to elaborate when he waited for said elaboration. “No, I wasn’t listening… you can go over it again though.”
“Why? Am I boring you?” Uh oh, need a good answer.
“No, I was just thinking about you!”
Feeling [this lyrics]
“Hey, [your name], don’t mind if I do,” Roxas greeted, sitting down next to you as soon as the bus started to move. You didn’t notice though; you were too deep in “thought” to ever notice anything in the morning. With those earplugs deep in your ears and eyes clamped shut in the midst of a slumber, there’s no way you’d wake up.
Blondie liked to take advantage of that, sitting down next to you so he didn’t have to share seats with some other pitiful freshman he didn’t like talking to. And he also liked you, but there was no way he’d ever admit that. He usually brought his music player with him, or laptop if he really felt compelled to do so for the long ride to school, but today, he didn’t. Why? He forgot. Blondie had spent the night before talking—no, arguing—with you about how the English project should go. Masters of Procrastination were never good at working together, even at the last minute.
So instead of taking out a book to read, he sat there and stared at you. He never really noticed that your lips moved while you listened to music though. He wouldn’t be able to lip read what you were saying if he tried, but he wouldn’t need to anyways, you were practically speaking to him.
“Fate fell short this time, your smile fades in the summer, place your hand in mine, I’ll leave when I wanna…” Those words left your lips and smacked a smirk onto Roxas’s lips.
A singer? [your name]? No way! Especially in her sleep too! Like some kind of freak, being able to lipsync the song while sleeping, hah! Priceless!
“Our breathing has got too loud, I’m feeling this! Show me the bedroom floor, I’m feeling this! Show me the—“Eyes were beginning to turn. Towards him. And you.
“[your name]! That’s enough!”
Blondie liked to take advantage of that, sitting down next to you so he didn’t have to share seats with some other pitiful freshman he didn’t like talking to. And he also liked you, but there was no way he’d ever admit that. He usually brought his music player with him, or laptop if he really felt compelled to do so for the long ride to school, but today, he didn’t. Why? He forgot. Blondie had spent the night before talking—no, arguing—with you about how the English project should go. Masters of Procrastination were never good at working together, even at the last minute.
So instead of taking out a book to read, he sat there and stared at you. He never really noticed that your lips moved while you listened to music though. He wouldn’t be able to lip read what you were saying if he tried, but he wouldn’t need to anyways, you were practically speaking to him.
“Fate fell short this time, your smile fades in the summer, place your hand in mine, I’ll leave when I wanna…” Those words left your lips and smacked a smirk onto Roxas’s lips.
A singer? [your name]? No way! Especially in her sleep too! Like some kind of freak, being able to lipsync the song while sleeping, hah! Priceless!
“Our breathing has got too loud, I’m feeling this! Show me the bedroom floor, I’m feeling this! Show me the—“Eyes were beginning to turn. Towards him. And you.
“[your name]! That’s enough!”
You[tube]
“Okay, okay, are you ready?” whispered Kairi as the two of you hovered over the blondie. You nodded furiously and stared in a crazed manner at the delicious baked goods in her hand. Only two girls with a death wish would be doing what you two were doing to Roxas. He would kill both of you, bring you back, and then skin you, and then probably kill you again, DESPITE the fact that you were his girlfriend and Kairi was his brother’s girlfriend.
Slowly, she lowered it down towards his open mouth, giggling as a loud snore left his lips. Roxas looked defenseless on the bed, laying with his arms to the side and his head perched upon the pillow. You wouldn’t have tried anything had Kairi not said anything about that. Now you were definitely curious to see how that would occur. Your grin grew as the pretzel descended.
“Ready?” she repeated once again, and as soon as the pretzel touched his lips, she counted rapidly, “THREETWOONE! RUN!”
And you bolted towards the door, turning around just in time to see your boyfriend choke, growl and sit up, pretzel in mouth. It was real! And now for the—Holy cow! He spit the pretzel out and it hit the wall! Roxas, despite that you expected him to wake up and see the two of you standing there looking extremely guilty, laid his head back down and resumed his nap.
You contemplated on hitting that replay button on Youtube, but you couldn’t decide whether or not you wanted to mess with the force inside of your boyfriend.
Slowly, she lowered it down towards his open mouth, giggling as a loud snore left his lips. Roxas looked defenseless on the bed, laying with his arms to the side and his head perched upon the pillow. You wouldn’t have tried anything had Kairi not said anything about that. Now you were definitely curious to see how that would occur. Your grin grew as the pretzel descended.
“Ready?” she repeated once again, and as soon as the pretzel touched his lips, she counted rapidly, “THREETWOONE! RUN!”
And you bolted towards the door, turning around just in time to see your boyfriend choke, growl and sit up, pretzel in mouth. It was real! And now for the—Holy cow! He spit the pretzel out and it hit the wall! Roxas, despite that you expected him to wake up and see the two of you standing there looking extremely guilty, laid his head back down and resumed his nap.
You contemplated on hitting that replay button on Youtube, but you couldn’t decide whether or not you wanted to mess with the force inside of your boyfriend.
Wish [You Were Here]
Twilight Town changed without him. Somehow, it was a lot emptier. No laughter, no children running about, nothing. Every time you walked around time, you wanted to hear him call your name, trying to catch up to you because he woke up late again and you were too furious at him. Now, all you could hear were your own footsteps. Even the sea salt ice cream tasted bland compared to the ones you’d eat with him because he always picked them out of you.
“Hm… my sea salt ice cream senses are tingling…” He would put his hand to his chin in a thinking stance for less than five seconds before holding a finger up, as though he figured out some brilliant idea, “This one! For my lady, [your name]!”
When you would sit on the clock tower, you secretly hoped that he would jump out of nowhere to surprise you with a treat that he’d bring for you whenever you were there. You’d always go there if you were sad but when he was there, it was just you and him in this special place. Just you two and the sunset. Now? It was just you. The pink marble glimmered in your hand, enhanced by the sunlight passing through it.
You stared at your palm, trying to recall the feeling of warmth that would flutter in your stomach whenever his hand would cover yours and your fingers would intertwine. You closed your eyes, trying to hold on to what was left of his blond hair and blue eyes, and whispered, “Wish you were here… whoever you are.”
“Hm… my sea salt ice cream senses are tingling…” He would put his hand to his chin in a thinking stance for less than five seconds before holding a finger up, as though he figured out some brilliant idea, “This one! For my lady, [your name]!”
When you would sit on the clock tower, you secretly hoped that he would jump out of nowhere to surprise you with a treat that he’d bring for you whenever you were there. You’d always go there if you were sad but when he was there, it was just you and him in this special place. Just you two and the sunset. Now? It was just you. The pink marble glimmered in your hand, enhanced by the sunlight passing through it.
You stared at your palm, trying to recall the feeling of warmth that would flutter in your stomach whenever his hand would cover yours and your fingers would intertwine. You closed your eyes, trying to hold on to what was left of his blond hair and blue eyes, and whispered, “Wish you were here… whoever you are.”
Near [death experience]
“Hey Roxas,” you nudged your boyfriend, who was barely crawling out of his meditative state known as sleeping. He groggily responded with a groan before pulling you closer, “What would you do if I died?”
“What?” You repeated the question. Roxas frowned and buried his lips in your hair, hoping you’d drop the subject until morning, “[your name], baby, we’re sleeping on a couch. Can’t this wait until morning?”
“No, I wanna know now!” You pouted when you heard your boyfriend crankily mumble something about women and their complications. “I heard that!”
“Alright, alright, keep your voice down. Riku’ll kill me if we wake Sora up. What do you want to know?” he muttered groggily.
“I asked, what would you do if I died?”
“Is this about Sunday?” You winched inwardly, remembering the Sunday that you nearly slipped off the clock tower because you were too anxious to see him. Roxas would never allow you near the place again. “I would never allow you to leave me.”
“You can’t decide that.”
“Yes, I can. You’re not allowed to leave me, just you watch. If you try, I’m coming after you and I’m gonna drag your ass back here so you can stay with me forever,” he finally declared, “Now go to sleep.”
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face, despite the impracticality of the answer. Instead of pressing it, you simply nestled your head against his chest and closed your eyes. Sleep was only a heartbeat away.
“What?” You repeated the question. Roxas frowned and buried his lips in your hair, hoping you’d drop the subject until morning, “[your name], baby, we’re sleeping on a couch. Can’t this wait until morning?”
“No, I wanna know now!” You pouted when you heard your boyfriend crankily mumble something about women and their complications. “I heard that!”
“Alright, alright, keep your voice down. Riku’ll kill me if we wake Sora up. What do you want to know?” he muttered groggily.
“I asked, what would you do if I died?”
“Is this about Sunday?” You winched inwardly, remembering the Sunday that you nearly slipped off the clock tower because you were too anxious to see him. Roxas would never allow you near the place again. “I would never allow you to leave me.”
“You can’t decide that.”
“Yes, I can. You’re not allowed to leave me, just you watch. If you try, I’m coming after you and I’m gonna drag your ass back here so you can stay with me forever,” he finally declared, “Now go to sleep.”
You couldn’t keep the smile off your face, despite the impracticality of the answer. Instead of pressing it, you simply nestled your head against his chest and closed your eyes. Sleep was only a heartbeat away.
Hold [my hands]
One step. You bit your lips, but the pain could not compare to what pierced your legs. You wanted to fall down and crawl instead, but your pride overwhelmed that in a heartbeat. Roxas held his open arms out at you, waiting until you’d walk into his embrace, but you were paces away. What looked like a small distance to a spectator felt like a mile to you. Your legs, purple and bruised, shook as they strained to take another step.
Your arms moved hesitantly away from the wall that you held onto earlier. No pain, no gain, right? Two steps. You wish they would have gotten rid of your legs. Rehabilitation was inevitable, but with each step, that memory returned to you–the invisible hand of darkness was clawing at your legs, beating it until the crack filtered through the air. Roxas was too late. He saved you, but the trauma did not spare you of the memory.
“You can do it, [your name],” Roxas mouthed, his eyes brimming with tears. He wanted to run to you and pick you up so you’d never have to walk again, even if it meant he had to carry you forever. He couldn’t save you from that terror, but he would spend his entire life making it up to you though. You would refuse his help though, a simple slap on the hand before you’d leave him forever for not listening to your request.
Your feet cried out in pain, as though in one split second, thousands of needles have pierced them. Images of that darkness filled your vision. Your knees gave you from under you, sending you towards the ground where you caught yourself with the palms of your hands, scraping the harsh texture of the concrete ground. You heard Roxas’s footsteps and instantly you screamed, “STOP!”
One can never truly appreciate the ability of a body to hold up its weight until it loses that ability. Your legs shook violently as you slowly ascended. You were numb to the pain now, at least. A few more steps, and you would reach him. Roxas. You could tell that he was shaking, from tears or fear, you couldn’t tell. He seemed to be using all of his willpower to keep from running to you.
Three steps. That was it. You didn’t even feel your knees buck under you for the second time. You would have fallen on your face and scrape your chin, if not worse, if he hadn’t caught you. For the first time in weeks, the darkness simply… vanished.
Your arms moved hesitantly away from the wall that you held onto earlier. No pain, no gain, right? Two steps. You wish they would have gotten rid of your legs. Rehabilitation was inevitable, but with each step, that memory returned to you–the invisible hand of darkness was clawing at your legs, beating it until the crack filtered through the air. Roxas was too late. He saved you, but the trauma did not spare you of the memory.
“You can do it, [your name],” Roxas mouthed, his eyes brimming with tears. He wanted to run to you and pick you up so you’d never have to walk again, even if it meant he had to carry you forever. He couldn’t save you from that terror, but he would spend his entire life making it up to you though. You would refuse his help though, a simple slap on the hand before you’d leave him forever for not listening to your request.
Your feet cried out in pain, as though in one split second, thousands of needles have pierced them. Images of that darkness filled your vision. Your knees gave you from under you, sending you towards the ground where you caught yourself with the palms of your hands, scraping the harsh texture of the concrete ground. You heard Roxas’s footsteps and instantly you screamed, “STOP!”
One can never truly appreciate the ability of a body to hold up its weight until it loses that ability. Your legs shook violently as you slowly ascended. You were numb to the pain now, at least. A few more steps, and you would reach him. Roxas. You could tell that he was shaking, from tears or fear, you couldn’t tell. He seemed to be using all of his willpower to keep from running to you.
Three steps. That was it. You didn’t even feel your knees buck under you for the second time. You would have fallen on your face and scrape your chin, if not worse, if he hadn’t caught you. For the first time in weeks, the darkness simply… vanished.
Heart [attack symptoms]
“Okay, so let’s say that [your name] here and Roxas are married,” your teacher begins, “First, I would grab a car and run [your name] over.”
You jump at the statement, glancing over at your friend to see if there would be any reaction. Roxas merely raises his eyebrow at the statement, not in the least phased by what he said.
Then the older man continues, “Okay, so now we can flash forward to the funeral–obvious the spouse goes first, right?” Everyone nods. “Okay, well, that means if I were to attend the funeral, I would go before the husband… so while I go up to give my farewells, I would take out the cyanide or whatever poison you want–but make sure it’s foolproof–and put some on her forehead–you know, as I’m disguised as a priest and the cyanide would be holy water. So then when Roxas here comes up and kisses her forehead, within seconds he would double over with symptoms of a heart attack and die. Even if they examined every inch of him, the poison would have disappeared from his systems by then.”
You stare wide-eyed at your teacher. You guys were just discussing the Cold War! How did the discussion turn from the CIA to the NSA?!
You jump at the statement, glancing over at your friend to see if there would be any reaction. Roxas merely raises his eyebrow at the statement, not in the least phased by what he said.
Then the older man continues, “Okay, so now we can flash forward to the funeral–obvious the spouse goes first, right?” Everyone nods. “Okay, well, that means if I were to attend the funeral, I would go before the husband… so while I go up to give my farewells, I would take out the cyanide or whatever poison you want–but make sure it’s foolproof–and put some on her forehead–you know, as I’m disguised as a priest and the cyanide would be holy water. So then when Roxas here comes up and kisses her forehead, within seconds he would double over with symptoms of a heart attack and die. Even if they examined every inch of him, the poison would have disappeared from his systems by then.”
You stare wide-eyed at your teacher. You guys were just discussing the Cold War! How did the discussion turn from the CIA to the NSA?!
Life [quotes]
You first met Roxas in the sandbox when you were three. It wasn’t the most beautiful beginning, but a beginning nonetheless. He wanted to play with your bucket and shovel to build a sandcastle. Now, normally, you would share if someone, say, Sora, had asked you, but he didn’t. So of course you weren’t going to let anyone else touch it. Roxas, on the other hand, came skipping into the playground with a smile. When his curiosity drew his eyes to the bucket and shovel left untouched, it got the better of him. Next thing you know, he was running back to his mom, crying because you threw sand at his eyes. Oh the trouble you ended up in.
As if moving next to the guy, because your mother had been best friend with his, hadn’t been enough. You were forced to attend the same school as he as well! Walking to school with the shortie everyday bothered you. A lot. In addition to the fact that he was more or less illiterate, he always held a book in front of him as he walked. If you hadn’t been there, he probably would have walked into poles–maybe that’s why he can’t read. He would ask you every other word that he sounded out loud what it meant or how to pronounce it correctly.
Roxas ended up being pretty smart. A scientist, he said, was what he would be. At the age of ten, you weren’t likely to settle yourself into a career mold as he did, so you simply responded that you didn’t know what you would do. Instead of laughing, he simply responded proudly, “Don’t worry, [your name], you can be married to me and assist me in my experiments!”
You two didn’t talk much in high school. Ever since Namine moved into the neighborhood, he had been infatuated with her, completely forgetting the promise he had made to you. Unfortunate, but you wouldn’t dwell on it. You would look away when you see them holding hands. You won’t cry when he went on his knees to propose to her.
Your fingers intertwine casually with Sora’s as you strolled down the streets of your old neighborhood. Roxas’s door was opened and littered with beer bottles and cigarettes. The two of you went in, unable to quench your curiosities.
“…There’s not a day that went by when I don’t wonder about what we could have been, [your name].”
As if moving next to the guy, because your mother had been best friend with his, hadn’t been enough. You were forced to attend the same school as he as well! Walking to school with the shortie everyday bothered you. A lot. In addition to the fact that he was more or less illiterate, he always held a book in front of him as he walked. If you hadn’t been there, he probably would have walked into poles–maybe that’s why he can’t read. He would ask you every other word that he sounded out loud what it meant or how to pronounce it correctly.
Roxas ended up being pretty smart. A scientist, he said, was what he would be. At the age of ten, you weren’t likely to settle yourself into a career mold as he did, so you simply responded that you didn’t know what you would do. Instead of laughing, he simply responded proudly, “Don’t worry, [your name], you can be married to me and assist me in my experiments!”
You two didn’t talk much in high school. Ever since Namine moved into the neighborhood, he had been infatuated with her, completely forgetting the promise he had made to you. Unfortunate, but you wouldn’t dwell on it. You would look away when you see them holding hands. You won’t cry when he went on his knees to propose to her.
Your fingers intertwine casually with Sora’s as you strolled down the streets of your old neighborhood. Roxas’s door was opened and littered with beer bottles and cigarettes. The two of you went in, unable to quench your curiosities.
“…There’s not a day that went by when I don’t wonder about what we could have been, [your name].”
Soul[ja boy]
It was supposed to be a pleasant day… until you saw what you saw. Your daily chatter with your pals, Riku and Sora, ended shortly after all eyes turned to the person trotting into the cafeteria behind you. Sora’s eyes widened and turned a shade paler at the sight. His mouth, despite its usual largeness in reference to how much he usually contributed to the conversation, has grown larger. Riku, on the other hand, actually pushed his long silver bangs aside to confirm what he had been seeing. You were just about to comment on how long it had been ever since you last saw his pretty eyes until he whirled you around.
Oh. My. God.
“ROXAS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!” you screamed.
Blondie smiled cheekily at you and before he could say anything, you were jerking at his new collar and whisking him out of the room, in spite of all the wolf whistles that followed. When you were finally in the hallway alone, you paused, taking another look at him before grasping your head with both hands. It suddenly hurt for some reason. Could have been because your boyfriend had his flipped his lifestyle around, or it could have been because of the bus ride that morning.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing, [your name]?” he asked, looking innocently curious.
You promptly glared at him, “Oh no, Roxas, don’t you pull that look with me. EVERYTHING is wrong with what you’re wearing. Why are you looking like that?”
“Like what?” He looked down at himself. You wanted to cry.
The crisp clean tucked in button up was no longer there for you to pull out whenever you two would engage in some hot make out session. It was now replaced by some black zipper shirt that would only be more distracting when you pull said zipper down in the blissful silence of kissing. AND HE WORE A FRIGGIN JACKET ON THE OUTSIDE TOO! It would have been more acceptable if Roxas had changed his attire into something more strippable! You wanted to spray paint his gray cargo pants black so you could retain the last image of his slacks, oh how wonderful he had looked before now. And his dress shoes! All traded for some tennis shoes!
“Like this! Why did you change your clothes all of a sudden?”
Roxas brushed a hand over his collar, as if not used to his new neck-constrainer, and responded, “Well, when we were at the mall the other day, you were constantly talking about how Sora would look good in some of the B-boy stuff or Soulja boy, whatever you called it… and how he secretly got a tattoo without telling his mom…”
Your jaw dropped half an inch, “Don’t tell me–“
“It’s only temporary, the lady said it would fade away in a few days!” he protested, showing you the offending piece of art. You slapped your palm to your forehead, turning to walk away before you could do any harm to your boyfriend. “Wait, [your name]!”
“Why would you do that, Roxas? I was only talking about Sora the other day. You look fine just the way you are!” you proclaimed, “In fact, you look incredibly hot in your normal clothes. Remember whenever we–“
“I get it,” he cut in, an embarrassing pink occupying his cheeks. “I’ll go return the clothes and change back tomorrow.”
“Well…” you looked him over again. He didn’t look that bad. Roxas could look hot in just about anything. A grin grew on your lips as you closed the distance between you and him, cupping his cheeks and planting a kiss on his lips. “If you like the clothes… you can keep them…”
“They are kind of comfortable, I could wear them for some occasions,” he suggested.
“Either way. Today… you can be MY Soulja boy~”
Oh. My. God.
“ROXAS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!” you screamed.
Blondie smiled cheekily at you and before he could say anything, you were jerking at his new collar and whisking him out of the room, in spite of all the wolf whistles that followed. When you were finally in the hallway alone, you paused, taking another look at him before grasping your head with both hands. It suddenly hurt for some reason. Could have been because your boyfriend had his flipped his lifestyle around, or it could have been because of the bus ride that morning.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing, [your name]?” he asked, looking innocently curious.
You promptly glared at him, “Oh no, Roxas, don’t you pull that look with me. EVERYTHING is wrong with what you’re wearing. Why are you looking like that?”
“Like what?” He looked down at himself. You wanted to cry.
The crisp clean tucked in button up was no longer there for you to pull out whenever you two would engage in some hot make out session. It was now replaced by some black zipper shirt that would only be more distracting when you pull said zipper down in the blissful silence of kissing. AND HE WORE A FRIGGIN JACKET ON THE OUTSIDE TOO! It would have been more acceptable if Roxas had changed his attire into something more strippable! You wanted to spray paint his gray cargo pants black so you could retain the last image of his slacks, oh how wonderful he had looked before now. And his dress shoes! All traded for some tennis shoes!
“Like this! Why did you change your clothes all of a sudden?”
Roxas brushed a hand over his collar, as if not used to his new neck-constrainer, and responded, “Well, when we were at the mall the other day, you were constantly talking about how Sora would look good in some of the B-boy stuff or Soulja boy, whatever you called it… and how he secretly got a tattoo without telling his mom…”
Your jaw dropped half an inch, “Don’t tell me–“
“It’s only temporary, the lady said it would fade away in a few days!” he protested, showing you the offending piece of art. You slapped your palm to your forehead, turning to walk away before you could do any harm to your boyfriend. “Wait, [your name]!”
“Why would you do that, Roxas? I was only talking about Sora the other day. You look fine just the way you are!” you proclaimed, “In fact, you look incredibly hot in your normal clothes. Remember whenever we–“
“I get it,” he cut in, an embarrassing pink occupying his cheeks. “I’ll go return the clothes and change back tomorrow.”
“Well…” you looked him over again. He didn’t look that bad. Roxas could look hot in just about anything. A grin grew on your lips as you closed the distance between you and him, cupping his cheeks and planting a kiss on his lips. “If you like the clothes… you can keep them…”
“They are kind of comfortable, I could wear them for some occasions,” he suggested.
“Either way. Today… you can be MY Soulja boy~”
Me[ga millions]
“You’re kidding me, right? We have to stay here? What’s with all the white?” Roxas scowled at the colorless-ness of the room. Even the pale yellow tulip that tried to retain its independence was slowly fading in color. The only thing with color in the room was Roxas himself. “Namine? Are you listening to me?” Even Namine’s blond hair looked colorless under the light of the room.
“You could talk to [your name] about the color thing. Xemnas usually doesn’t allow colors around anyways, but he can’t do anything about her. She made these crayons for me so then it wouldn’t have to show or anything,” the witch responded briskly, waving him off in the direction of one of the corridors before returning to her drawings.
He rolled his eyes, following her guide down the hallway until he came to a room that was bright red on one wall and white on the others. On the blank walls were pictures of one color. Colored tiles, that was what they reminded him of. Hanging around the room were lanterns of different colors, hanging at different heights, tied with tiny bells. At the center of the room was a canopy bed, one with golden curtains spilling down to blanket someone.
Roxas couldn’t resist the urge to walk inside, so he did, ducking and moving to avoid the lanterns that would ring soft bells when disturbed. The figure on the bed did not stir, however, whenever the bells were rung. He finally stopped at the bed to see [hair color] cascaded on red silk pillows. A petite body under those silk covers was hiding from him.
“…[your name]?”
“What do you think of this, Roxas?”
“Lovely.”
“That doesn’t sound sincere at all.”
“Was it supposed to?”
“Of course! I’m making you a bunch of these! You better be sincere!”
“What can a guy do with a bunch of paper cranes? You might as well give them to Larxene.”
“You said you wanted color? What’s your favorite color?” Roxas leaned against the bed, listening to your pen scribbling on the paper as you asked him questions. He marveled at the contrast between the red walls and his black gloves. They made his gloves look… blacker.
“I don’t have one… I just don’t want everything to be white all the time. I’d go crazy,” he responded. At the sound of you writing something down, he quickly remarked, “Wait, why are you writing that down? That’s unimportant.”
“Well, that way, I’ll know what colors you don’t like.” You answered it so blatantly that he was speechless. Obviously no one in the Organization aside from Xemnas liked the color white. If it were to represent blankness or nobody-ness, it was working pretty well. “White is a good color, I guess. It goes with a lot of colors, but there’s no personality for it… which is why it goes well with a lot of colors.”
“Well, what did you come up with?” You were supposed to be good at bringing colors.
“Where’s [your name]?”
“Sora took her.”
“…how?”
“He asked her to come with him. She left these behind.”
“So she just… left?”
“Said that she wanted more color. Said she wanted to find something important.”
“Are you sure you don’t have a heart, Roxas?” You were the only living person in the Organization. He could still hear your heart from a mile away. He was secretly jealous of it all. “You seem like a guy with a heart.”
“How so?” No way. He didn’t have one. Axel didn’t have one. Larxene, Demyx, no one.
“You’re a nice guy.” You were a liar…
But he needed to hear it… “Define nice.”
“What do you think about blue? And marbles? Maybe some paper cranes and stars here and there.” You suggested those things so casually. What did you take him for?
“I don’t do cranes and paper stars.” Before he could say anything else, you flicked the back of his head from behind your veil. “What do you want from me?”
“If you want some color, you gotta start telling me what you want.” He would. He will tell you what he wanted.
“I want a heart.” Simple. Just like that.
“You have one. I’ll prove it to you, come here.” You pushed the veil to the side. His eyes widened slightly, as though surprised by your appearance. “What? Am I ugly or something? Come here. I’ll prove it to you.”
Oh how the ugly the truth came to be.
“She said she wanted to find something for you.”
“Find what?”
He wasn’t sure if it was real, that feeling in his chest. He hoped that it were just a pretend feeling. He didn’t want to feel that every time he would pass your empty room. He closed his eyes every time, but the breeze that passed into your room would ring the bells ever so softly and he was afraid of going inside to close the windows. That would mean the wind would never spill into the room again and he would forget about your presence.
Sometimes he would find himself lying in your bed, hands crossed over his chest, trying to find that beating that he heard that day but all he could hear were bells.
“Sora… I think I’m supposed to help someone… but I can’t remember his name.”
“You could talk to [your name] about the color thing. Xemnas usually doesn’t allow colors around anyways, but he can’t do anything about her. She made these crayons for me so then it wouldn’t have to show or anything,” the witch responded briskly, waving him off in the direction of one of the corridors before returning to her drawings.
He rolled his eyes, following her guide down the hallway until he came to a room that was bright red on one wall and white on the others. On the blank walls were pictures of one color. Colored tiles, that was what they reminded him of. Hanging around the room were lanterns of different colors, hanging at different heights, tied with tiny bells. At the center of the room was a canopy bed, one with golden curtains spilling down to blanket someone.
Roxas couldn’t resist the urge to walk inside, so he did, ducking and moving to avoid the lanterns that would ring soft bells when disturbed. The figure on the bed did not stir, however, whenever the bells were rung. He finally stopped at the bed to see [hair color] cascaded on red silk pillows. A petite body under those silk covers was hiding from him.
“…[your name]?”
“What do you think of this, Roxas?”
“Lovely.”
“That doesn’t sound sincere at all.”
“Was it supposed to?”
“Of course! I’m making you a bunch of these! You better be sincere!”
“What can a guy do with a bunch of paper cranes? You might as well give them to Larxene.”
“You said you wanted color? What’s your favorite color?” Roxas leaned against the bed, listening to your pen scribbling on the paper as you asked him questions. He marveled at the contrast between the red walls and his black gloves. They made his gloves look… blacker.
“I don’t have one… I just don’t want everything to be white all the time. I’d go crazy,” he responded. At the sound of you writing something down, he quickly remarked, “Wait, why are you writing that down? That’s unimportant.”
“Well, that way, I’ll know what colors you don’t like.” You answered it so blatantly that he was speechless. Obviously no one in the Organization aside from Xemnas liked the color white. If it were to represent blankness or nobody-ness, it was working pretty well. “White is a good color, I guess. It goes with a lot of colors, but there’s no personality for it… which is why it goes well with a lot of colors.”
“Well, what did you come up with?” You were supposed to be good at bringing colors.
“Where’s [your name]?”
“Sora took her.”
“…how?”
“He asked her to come with him. She left these behind.”
“So she just… left?”
“Said that she wanted more color. Said she wanted to find something important.”
“Are you sure you don’t have a heart, Roxas?” You were the only living person in the Organization. He could still hear your heart from a mile away. He was secretly jealous of it all. “You seem like a guy with a heart.”
“How so?” No way. He didn’t have one. Axel didn’t have one. Larxene, Demyx, no one.
“You’re a nice guy.” You were a liar…
But he needed to hear it… “Define nice.”
“What do you think about blue? And marbles? Maybe some paper cranes and stars here and there.” You suggested those things so casually. What did you take him for?
“I don’t do cranes and paper stars.” Before he could say anything else, you flicked the back of his head from behind your veil. “What do you want from me?”
“If you want some color, you gotta start telling me what you want.” He would. He will tell you what he wanted.
“I want a heart.” Simple. Just like that.
“You have one. I’ll prove it to you, come here.” You pushed the veil to the side. His eyes widened slightly, as though surprised by your appearance. “What? Am I ugly or something? Come here. I’ll prove it to you.”
Oh how the ugly the truth came to be.
“She said she wanted to find something for you.”
“Find what?”
He wasn’t sure if it was real, that feeling in his chest. He hoped that it were just a pretend feeling. He didn’t want to feel that every time he would pass your empty room. He closed his eyes every time, but the breeze that passed into your room would ring the bells ever so softly and he was afraid of going inside to close the windows. That would mean the wind would never spill into the room again and he would forget about your presence.
Sometimes he would find himself lying in your bed, hands crossed over his chest, trying to find that beating that he heard that day but all he could hear were bells.
“Sora… I think I’m supposed to help someone… but I can’t remember his name.”
Hands [down]
“Oh my, Roxas, where did you learn to move your hands like this?” you moaned. “You’re amazing.”
Roxas chuckled rather humbly as he continued to knead your shoulders, “Namine taught me how to massage my parents when we were little. My mom often worked long hours so me and Sora would take turns giving her massages.”
You smiled blissfully until the words registered in your head. Suddenly your eyes would snap open and you scoffed, “Namine? Wait, how did she accomplish this?” Oh because Roxas could never learn anything by instructions, you learned that the hard way when you were teaching him how to ride a bike last summer.
“She massaged me.”
“What?” You pulled away from his grasp. “She did what?”
“She massaged me, how else would I learn?” Roxas was still running his mouth until he saw the expression on your face. “I didn’t–“
“And how would you know you were doing it right? Did you give her massages too?” You eyed him suspiciously, jealousy dripping from every word. “Roxas, if you–“
“Babe, we were just sixteen!”
“That’s like sex with clothes on! Touching each other like that? Roxas! How long has this been going on?” You suddenly felt dizzy at the thought of your boyfriend and the blonde sitting in one room, taking turns to massage each other. You tried to massage your temples, releasing the tension that was building up. “I can’t believe–“
“Baby, nothing’s going on between us! It’s almost ten years ago!”
“Roxas, that’s a year after we met and you didn’t tell me that you were doing that! We’re getting married next month and I’m just finding out about this now?” Roxas looked like he was nearing tears at the sound of your voice, “And how long were you going to wait until you would tell me? Wait, were you going to tell me at all?”
“I didn’t think it was important?”
“If I decided to not show up to the wedding one day and then you met me on the streets and went, ‘What the fuck, [your name]? Where were you the other day?’ and I said, ‘Oh, I decided not to go.’ Would you think that you’d like to know that before the wedding and everything?”
“Of course I would–“
“You mean you want me to tell you that our wedding is cancelled?” You fisted the pillow in frustration. He just wasn’t getting it!
“No-No! Baby, [your name], babe! Listen, what I’m trying to tell you was that it didn’t mean anything important to me. I wanted to find a way to help my mom relax because me and Sora were going to move away for college and we wanted to spend more time with her before we leave.”
“And why didn’t you just ask me?”
“Because I wasn’t thinking!”
“Okay, so you would ask Namine for advice, but not me?”
“[your name], baby, listen. There’s NOTHING going on. I don’t even know where she is right now. We don’t talk anymore.” He kissed you on the lips. “Look, baby, I love you and only you. If all the gorgeous babes in the world lined up to me, I’d still pick you because I can only see you and only you. Hands down, okay?”
Roxas chuckled rather humbly as he continued to knead your shoulders, “Namine taught me how to massage my parents when we were little. My mom often worked long hours so me and Sora would take turns giving her massages.”
You smiled blissfully until the words registered in your head. Suddenly your eyes would snap open and you scoffed, “Namine? Wait, how did she accomplish this?” Oh because Roxas could never learn anything by instructions, you learned that the hard way when you were teaching him how to ride a bike last summer.
“She massaged me.”
“What?” You pulled away from his grasp. “She did what?”
“She massaged me, how else would I learn?” Roxas was still running his mouth until he saw the expression on your face. “I didn’t–“
“And how would you know you were doing it right? Did you give her massages too?” You eyed him suspiciously, jealousy dripping from every word. “Roxas, if you–“
“Babe, we were just sixteen!”
“That’s like sex with clothes on! Touching each other like that? Roxas! How long has this been going on?” You suddenly felt dizzy at the thought of your boyfriend and the blonde sitting in one room, taking turns to massage each other. You tried to massage your temples, releasing the tension that was building up. “I can’t believe–“
“Baby, nothing’s going on between us! It’s almost ten years ago!”
“Roxas, that’s a year after we met and you didn’t tell me that you were doing that! We’re getting married next month and I’m just finding out about this now?” Roxas looked like he was nearing tears at the sound of your voice, “And how long were you going to wait until you would tell me? Wait, were you going to tell me at all?”
“I didn’t think it was important?”
“If I decided to not show up to the wedding one day and then you met me on the streets and went, ‘What the fuck, [your name]? Where were you the other day?’ and I said, ‘Oh, I decided not to go.’ Would you think that you’d like to know that before the wedding and everything?”
“Of course I would–“
“You mean you want me to tell you that our wedding is cancelled?” You fisted the pillow in frustration. He just wasn’t getting it!
“No-No! Baby, [your name], babe! Listen, what I’m trying to tell you was that it didn’t mean anything important to me. I wanted to find a way to help my mom relax because me and Sora were going to move away for college and we wanted to spend more time with her before we leave.”
“And why didn’t you just ask me?”
“Because I wasn’t thinking!”
“Okay, so you would ask Namine for advice, but not me?”
“[your name], baby, listen. There’s NOTHING going on. I don’t even know where she is right now. We don’t talk anymore.” He kissed you on the lips. “Look, baby, I love you and only you. If all the gorgeous babes in the world lined up to me, I’d still pick you because I can only see you and only you. Hands down, okay?”
Miss [America 2010]
“Where are you from again?” Roxas demanded for the umpteenth time towards you. He did not even bother to hide his eye-rolling at the speed you were walking. During the last two hours that he was forced to spend with you, you sure loved to take your time with everything you do. If it weren’t to talk to nearby strangers, it would be to walk slowly and look at the sky, enjoying the rain. How annoying. “Do they all walk the way you do?”
“Earth! America, specifically, since we had continents and whatnot. You know, my dream is to be a ‘Miss America,' for 2010 anyways. Most of the previous ‘Miss America’s were pretty snobby, despite how pretty they would be. Unfortunately I’m too short…” you responded, not noticing the inaudible comment he made. “So where is this place anyways?” You gazed upward towards the dark sky once more and held your hand out to catch the droplets, anxious to see the clouds part for the sun rays to enter. “It’s so dreary.”
“Tell me about it,” he retorted sarcastically. “Hurry up now, I don’t care if you get sick but I don’t want to stay in the rain any longer.” He beckoned you forward, ignoring the pout plastered on your face.
Roxas had no idea why he volunteered to take the job. He should have caught the suspicious look on Axel’s face when he briefed the blond on said job. He thought he was going to catch some princess with the all-important heart that would activate Kingdom Heart and grant everyone in The Organization said heart. When he left Twilight Town, he was leaving with some clumsy sixteen-year-old who barely reached his shoulders. Go figure. In addition to you being clumsy, you never seem to stop talking when you would be walking less than three feet behind him–he learned it the hard way. Then when you were walking more than three feet, the distance between you two would grow exponentially because you would be distracted by the surrounding and slow down even more.
It was all too frustrating. He thought babysitting little kids like Sora was hard, you were just hell for him. Even when he dumped you in your room, you didn’t seem to notice his cold demeanor but followed him around. For weeks this annoying routine went on and Roxas was growing more and more frustrated at the sound of your voice chattering behind him–sometimes Axel joined you!
“Can you just leave me alone?! I’m tired of you following me around!”
He wished he hadn’t said it. He really did.
Sometimes in the midst of his wandering around The World That Never Was, he wanted to hear the slow rhythmic pattering of your footsteps against the wet ground. Hell, sometimes he even slowed his pace just so he could wait for your voice to start chattering about some random subject regarding Earth. None of those things would ever happen again, he knew. The only way he could ever see you again would be if he visited the Viewing Room. Roxas could never bring himself to walk anywhere near that place, knowing that he was the one who had put you there.
He missed you, dear god, how he missed you.
“Wake up, [your name]. Please… wake up, and I’ll take you away from here. We’ll run far away from here and never come back. I will never leave you again…”
He sometimes wondered if you would hear him through the veil of glass in which you slept.
“Earth! America, specifically, since we had continents and whatnot. You know, my dream is to be a ‘Miss America,' for 2010 anyways. Most of the previous ‘Miss America’s were pretty snobby, despite how pretty they would be. Unfortunately I’m too short…” you responded, not noticing the inaudible comment he made. “So where is this place anyways?” You gazed upward towards the dark sky once more and held your hand out to catch the droplets, anxious to see the clouds part for the sun rays to enter. “It’s so dreary.”
“Tell me about it,” he retorted sarcastically. “Hurry up now, I don’t care if you get sick but I don’t want to stay in the rain any longer.” He beckoned you forward, ignoring the pout plastered on your face.
Roxas had no idea why he volunteered to take the job. He should have caught the suspicious look on Axel’s face when he briefed the blond on said job. He thought he was going to catch some princess with the all-important heart that would activate Kingdom Heart and grant everyone in The Organization said heart. When he left Twilight Town, he was leaving with some clumsy sixteen-year-old who barely reached his shoulders. Go figure. In addition to you being clumsy, you never seem to stop talking when you would be walking less than three feet behind him–he learned it the hard way. Then when you were walking more than three feet, the distance between you two would grow exponentially because you would be distracted by the surrounding and slow down even more.
It was all too frustrating. He thought babysitting little kids like Sora was hard, you were just hell for him. Even when he dumped you in your room, you didn’t seem to notice his cold demeanor but followed him around. For weeks this annoying routine went on and Roxas was growing more and more frustrated at the sound of your voice chattering behind him–sometimes Axel joined you!
“Can you just leave me alone?! I’m tired of you following me around!”
He wished he hadn’t said it. He really did.
Sometimes in the midst of his wandering around The World That Never Was, he wanted to hear the slow rhythmic pattering of your footsteps against the wet ground. Hell, sometimes he even slowed his pace just so he could wait for your voice to start chattering about some random subject regarding Earth. None of those things would ever happen again, he knew. The only way he could ever see you again would be if he visited the Viewing Room. Roxas could never bring himself to walk anywhere near that place, knowing that he was the one who had put you there.
He missed you, dear god, how he missed you.
“Wake up, [your name]. Please… wake up, and I’ll take you away from here. We’ll run far away from here and never come back. I will never leave you again…”
He sometimes wondered if you would hear him through the veil of glass in which you slept.
Don't go [breaking my heart]
Roxas’s heart might have been torn in half. If it didn’t, then it must have either shattered or disappeared into thin air. Either way, when he heard your voice, something happened to his heart. He couldn’t tell if it had still been alive or if it ever were at all while his brain tricked him into believing in this fake happiness.
“Sora?”
“You’re here. I was freezing.”
Lips were touching and they were not yours and his.
“Did I make you wait really long?”
“No. What happened?”
“I had to wait for Roxas to sleep.”
He stifled a sardonic chuckle. He has been asleep all this time. Now that he was awake, it was hard to believe that he had been dreaming all along. He didn’t want to listen anymore; both his head and heart were hurting.
“How long will it be?”
“I don’t know. He… he thinks it’s his.”
“Are you afraid that he’d find out? I don’t want MY child living in his house.”
“Sora, he’s still my husband after all and last time I checked, I’m the one who’s pregnant, not you.”
“…I’m sorry. I just can’t stand the thought of you sharing the same bed and–“
Kiss. Shatter.
“You’re the only one I see.”
“Sora?”
“You’re here. I was freezing.”
Lips were touching and they were not yours and his.
“Did I make you wait really long?”
“No. What happened?”
“I had to wait for Roxas to sleep.”
He stifled a sardonic chuckle. He has been asleep all this time. Now that he was awake, it was hard to believe that he had been dreaming all along. He didn’t want to listen anymore; both his head and heart were hurting.
“How long will it be?”
“I don’t know. He… he thinks it’s his.”
“Are you afraid that he’d find out? I don’t want MY child living in his house.”
“Sora, he’s still my husband after all and last time I checked, I’m the one who’s pregnant, not you.”
“…I’m sorry. I just can’t stand the thought of you sharing the same bed and–“
Kiss. Shatter.
“You’re the only one I see.”
Beautiful[people.com]
Kairi was number one. As the most beautiful sister and oldest in the family, Kairi, of course, snatched the top spot on the boards. Guys swarmed around her when it came time for dances, but she would only agree to go with one person: Riku. He, of course, snatched the top spot for the hottest guy in school. Red-haired Queen Bitch, they called her behind her back, but you loved her anyways.
Namine was number two. A bit nicer than the first and smacked dabbed in the middle. Shoulder-length blond hair, wide blue eyes. She usually caught the attention of the older men who seemed to think that she was slightly younger than she actually was. Namine used to go with Axel to the dances, but he and Sora, the boy who would have snatched second place on the board of most beautiful people had he stayed in Twilight Town, moved away a few years ago.
Then… you. Third. THIRD. You’d like to think that you had inherited some of your mother’s beauty genes, but it seemed like Kairi took all of it out of the womb with her, leaving some leftovers for Namine and barely any for you. The only reason why you landed third was because there was only two other girls in the town aside from you, your sisters, and Olette, and they were BUTT UGLY.
You couldn’t understand what Roxas saw in you either. He easily came in second last year after his oldest brother on the board of most beautiful people, but he was going out with you. Hell, it was difficult to process his confession when he first gave it to you. You remembered looking around to see if anyone was standing around holding a camera or something, but instead, you only met with Roxas’s confused face when you stared intently at him for indications of treachery. You had only known him for a week through Namine–since they were in the same drawing club and you had to wait for her after school everyday while she would be sketching some naked body–and you were already pretty good friends.
When you asked him if he had asked you out because he liked you or because you were ranked third on some website of most beautiful people–some dating website that Namine and Kairi had signed you up without your knowledge–he returned another confused face and asked what said website was about. He was so cute. The spiked blond hair that was more tamed than Sora’s–oh how you hated the guy; when you had a crush on him, he was so dense that he thought that he made you sick whenever he was near–and more attractive than Riku’s–long-haired boy ain’t got nothing on him. His blue eyes were lighter than Sora’s and DEFINITELY prettier than Riku. Well, you didn’t hate the guy, you just wanted to stab the silver-haired kid’s guts so badly for slamming your face with a pie on your birthday. Childhood friends or not, you were ready to push him into the pool any day.
“Hey [your name],” he said one day as you were leaning against his chest, engrossed in a rather lengthy book.
“Hm?”
“Do you know why you’re ranked third on the website?”
“Not that I care, but why?” You didn’t care, but you were curious.
“Have you read the things in your profile?”
You liked to dissect things. You have countless of lengthy books in your virtual library about pseudoscience and aliens. You like to discuss theories about conspiracies and whatnot. Oh, and you planned on taking over the world before the age of twenty. “Yea, what about them?”
“Have you read the comments?”
She sounds like a smartass. Sounds like a complete bitch. Sounds snobby. I don’t like to dictator-wannabes. “Yea? They’re true, why?”
“You’re too smart,” he smiled. “Just the way I like you.”
Namine was number two. A bit nicer than the first and smacked dabbed in the middle. Shoulder-length blond hair, wide blue eyes. She usually caught the attention of the older men who seemed to think that she was slightly younger than she actually was. Namine used to go with Axel to the dances, but he and Sora, the boy who would have snatched second place on the board of most beautiful people had he stayed in Twilight Town, moved away a few years ago.
Then… you. Third. THIRD. You’d like to think that you had inherited some of your mother’s beauty genes, but it seemed like Kairi took all of it out of the womb with her, leaving some leftovers for Namine and barely any for you. The only reason why you landed third was because there was only two other girls in the town aside from you, your sisters, and Olette, and they were BUTT UGLY.
You couldn’t understand what Roxas saw in you either. He easily came in second last year after his oldest brother on the board of most beautiful people, but he was going out with you. Hell, it was difficult to process his confession when he first gave it to you. You remembered looking around to see if anyone was standing around holding a camera or something, but instead, you only met with Roxas’s confused face when you stared intently at him for indications of treachery. You had only known him for a week through Namine–since they were in the same drawing club and you had to wait for her after school everyday while she would be sketching some naked body–and you were already pretty good friends.
When you asked him if he had asked you out because he liked you or because you were ranked third on some website of most beautiful people–some dating website that Namine and Kairi had signed you up without your knowledge–he returned another confused face and asked what said website was about. He was so cute. The spiked blond hair that was more tamed than Sora’s–oh how you hated the guy; when you had a crush on him, he was so dense that he thought that he made you sick whenever he was near–and more attractive than Riku’s–long-haired boy ain’t got nothing on him. His blue eyes were lighter than Sora’s and DEFINITELY prettier than Riku. Well, you didn’t hate the guy, you just wanted to stab the silver-haired kid’s guts so badly for slamming your face with a pie on your birthday. Childhood friends or not, you were ready to push him into the pool any day.
“Hey [your name],” he said one day as you were leaning against his chest, engrossed in a rather lengthy book.
“Hm?”
“Do you know why you’re ranked third on the website?”
“Not that I care, but why?” You didn’t care, but you were curious.
“Have you read the things in your profile?”
You liked to dissect things. You have countless of lengthy books in your virtual library about pseudoscience and aliens. You like to discuss theories about conspiracies and whatnot. Oh, and you planned on taking over the world before the age of twenty. “Yea, what about them?”
“Have you read the comments?”
She sounds like a smartass. Sounds like a complete bitch. Sounds snobby. I don’t like to dictator-wannabes. “Yea? They’re true, why?”
“You’re too smart,” he smiled. “Just the way I like you.”
Touch[e]
Roxas sighed softly, allowing himself to fall forward at the sound of the final bell. It was so unfortunate and he had trained so hard, but it just wasn’t enough. He had beaten Hayner, Seifer, and even Setzer with these struggle bats! He worked out everyday for two months of his summer and all it took was you coming back from a long year of private school to kill his winning streak. Supposedly you also have been practicing, but he suspected that you were lying and had merely been fighting out the stress accumulated from the school. Last summer, he couldn’t even land a hit. This summer, Roxas was excited to brush past the tip of your shoe.
“Good game, Roxas,” you remarked, leaning on your struggle bat, panting slightly. Your cheeks were tinted pink and your lips, rosy red as though all that workout had really tired you. “I feel a bit rusty.”
“You look a bit rusty. Are you okay?” Roxas accepted the hand you so graciously held out and stood up. “One day back and you’re already tired? Man, can you handle a month?” You smiled and started walking, allowing his hand to fall gracefully on your shoulders as he continued to provoke you, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Without answering, you smirked, jabbing him rather painfully into his side and causing him to double over. “How’s that for an answer, blondie?”
Groaning slightly, he chuckled, “Touche.”
“Good game, Roxas,” you remarked, leaning on your struggle bat, panting slightly. Your cheeks were tinted pink and your lips, rosy red as though all that workout had really tired you. “I feel a bit rusty.”
“You look a bit rusty. Are you okay?” Roxas accepted the hand you so graciously held out and stood up. “One day back and you’re already tired? Man, can you handle a month?” You smiled and started walking, allowing his hand to fall gracefully on your shoulders as he continued to provoke you, “Are you sure you’re up for this?”
Without answering, you smirked, jabbing him rather painfully into his side and causing him to double over. “How’s that for an answer, blondie?”
Groaning slightly, he chuckled, “Touche.”
Hug[-e-gram]
Roxas liked to eat the blue ones. The blueberry tart-flavored candy, so ironically named Hug-e-Grams for the lack of hugs you’ve received from the boy despite getting him a bag every Sunday, reminded him of the sea-salt ice cream that had gone extinct from Twilight Town after the heat wave that drove away the best ice cream makers. Whenever the candy shop lady gets her shipment, you’d always find yourself helping her move them, thus earning a free bag of candy from her. Luckily you were seven years old already, Roxas would never be able to do anything with his six-year-old body, the little genius who shouldn’t be in second grade.
Roxas was kind of clueless too. Whenever one gets an edible gift, it would only be sensible to share the food with that person to show that one has appreciated the gift, but Roxas obviously has never been spanked for not doing so. At first, you didn’t really mind since you didn’t like the candy anyways. After watching the way his cupid lips chewed on the blueberry tart, you wanted some too–you were, after all, just a kid. Who didn’t like candy?
One ominous day, though, you saw the worst thing possible. On the playground, you were going to skip over to Roxas in hopes that he’d share some candy with you until you saw him sharing them with NAMINE. You were infuriated! He didn’t even have any right to put any confused face on when he didn’t even try to share any with you. So you went and blabbed it all to Sora, who listened to your complaints patiently during recess instead of running around with Riku.
Next day during recess, you came inside and saw the Hug-e-Grams on your desk. When you almost thought it was from Roxas, he picked it up and was about to thank you for getting it for him. Boy even had the nerve to say that you were APOLOGIZING for recess. So you ran and screamed after snatching the bag from him. Out to the playground you went, looking quite angry to the other second graders around you and quite pissed to your teachers who decided to stay out of your way–tantrums weren’t part of their job descriptions, after all. Sweet ol’ Sora tried to cheer you up, owning up to the fact that he had bought the candy for you. Obviously, he was clueless as to why you really WANT the candy, but he was still a good buddy. So you two shared said candy.
After recess on the Monday after that day, when you came back into the room, you met with Roxas’s furious face as he sat in front of you during class. You simply smiled at Sora, who sat next to you, and turned to talk to him instead. Little blondie stood up suddenly in the middle of “How to multiply” and sauntered to your seat and held out the bag of candy he had to buy because no one had bought him said candy and grumbled, “Here. From now on, you can only share with me.”
For the life of him, Roxas couldn’t figure out how or why his anger had disappeared. When he saw the way that you smiled, somehow, he wanted that to see that again, over and over.
Roxas was kind of clueless too. Whenever one gets an edible gift, it would only be sensible to share the food with that person to show that one has appreciated the gift, but Roxas obviously has never been spanked for not doing so. At first, you didn’t really mind since you didn’t like the candy anyways. After watching the way his cupid lips chewed on the blueberry tart, you wanted some too–you were, after all, just a kid. Who didn’t like candy?
One ominous day, though, you saw the worst thing possible. On the playground, you were going to skip over to Roxas in hopes that he’d share some candy with you until you saw him sharing them with NAMINE. You were infuriated! He didn’t even have any right to put any confused face on when he didn’t even try to share any with you. So you went and blabbed it all to Sora, who listened to your complaints patiently during recess instead of running around with Riku.
Next day during recess, you came inside and saw the Hug-e-Grams on your desk. When you almost thought it was from Roxas, he picked it up and was about to thank you for getting it for him. Boy even had the nerve to say that you were APOLOGIZING for recess. So you ran and screamed after snatching the bag from him. Out to the playground you went, looking quite angry to the other second graders around you and quite pissed to your teachers who decided to stay out of your way–tantrums weren’t part of their job descriptions, after all. Sweet ol’ Sora tried to cheer you up, owning up to the fact that he had bought the candy for you. Obviously, he was clueless as to why you really WANT the candy, but he was still a good buddy. So you two shared said candy.
After recess on the Monday after that day, when you came back into the room, you met with Roxas’s furious face as he sat in front of you during class. You simply smiled at Sora, who sat next to you, and turned to talk to him instead. Little blondie stood up suddenly in the middle of “How to multiply” and sauntered to your seat and held out the bag of candy he had to buy because no one had bought him said candy and grumbled, “Here. From now on, you can only share with me.”
For the life of him, Roxas couldn’t figure out how or why his anger had disappeared. When he saw the way that you smiled, somehow, he wanted that to see that again, over and over.
Kiss [FM]
“Damnit,” he cursed inwardly, struggling to see through his windshield. The rain was making it difficult for him to recognize anything in front of him and the thunder was not helping his trying to hear for nearby cars. “Seriously, of all days for it to rain…”
Finally he gave up and found some way to park to the side of the road where he would wait until the rain would end. He turned on the radio, reclining his chair back to relax. “Hello, Kiss FM fans, how are you doing tonight?” Sora’s voice, although fuzzy, was still discernable. “I know we’re all expecting pop music and whatnot tonight, but you know what it is, right? Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I hope you’ve spent some time with your sweetheart and I hope that you two or three or whatever floats your boat are all together at this special moment. Tonight, we’re going to do a bit of something different. Based on a special request by my friend, I’m going to dedicate this to a special guy that she loved. You know who you are, man.”
“Roxas… do you still remember who I am? I hope you are doing well and eating healthy right now… I still love you, you know. Haha, oh gawd, I don’t know what to say. Sora’s going to make fun of me after he puts this on the air, it’s so embarrassing. Anyway, just wanted you to know… since you always seem to think that I don’t love you enough or I don’t show it… well, Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know. Eternity and a day.”
Roxas swallowed, brushing away a stray tear that was threatening to run away with his emotions as he glanced at the photo of you in the rearview mirror. He has never been the same ever since the day that you left…
Finally he gave up and found some way to park to the side of the road where he would wait until the rain would end. He turned on the radio, reclining his chair back to relax. “Hello, Kiss FM fans, how are you doing tonight?” Sora’s voice, although fuzzy, was still discernable. “I know we’re all expecting pop music and whatnot tonight, but you know what it is, right? Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I hope you’ve spent some time with your sweetheart and I hope that you two or three or whatever floats your boat are all together at this special moment. Tonight, we’re going to do a bit of something different. Based on a special request by my friend, I’m going to dedicate this to a special guy that she loved. You know who you are, man.”
“Roxas… do you still remember who I am? I hope you are doing well and eating healthy right now… I still love you, you know. Haha, oh gawd, I don’t know what to say. Sora’s going to make fun of me after he puts this on the air, it’s so embarrassing. Anyway, just wanted you to know… since you always seem to think that I don’t love you enough or I don’t show it… well, Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know. Eternity and a day.”
Roxas swallowed, brushing away a stray tear that was threatening to run away with his emotions as he glanced at the photo of you in the rearview mirror. He has never been the same ever since the day that you left…
Body[building]
You didn't really know what was so special about this Roxas fellow that earned him the attention of all the girls in school, but it must have been something really awesome if it meant that even the teachers excused his less-than-legal actions. Sure, maybe his gravity-defying blond strands were impressive, but Sora topped that pretty nicely and as for the silkiness of his hair? Riku took care of that with his intensive caring for his hair using obscure but really good shampoo and conditioner. So the blue eyes were kind of nice too, and okay, maybe sometimes you might admit that he was good competition for Sora's blue eyes, seeing as they're a shade lighter and prettier in the light of the sunset, but heck, you were a fan for eyes anyways–so the bias wasn't saying much.
The first time you met him was at the gym.
See, there we go–the guy wasn't muscular at all. It was hard to believe that he was all-time Struggle champion after Setzer retired. The scrawniness of his body said nothing about his abilities to beat Seifer senseless with an inflatable bat. He wasn't too arrogant about it either. Not so much anyways, not like you noticed, you didn't talk to him.
He waved at you when you first entered the gym, as if you guys were really close or something. The idiot was also in the middle of benching fifty too–so he almost dropped the thing and crushed himself to death had it not been for his super-attentive friend who dropped his favorite sea-salt ice cream to save the blondie. You waved back, of course, feeling as if ignoring him would be cruel since he risked his life to greet you. He joined you at the treadmill a while after.
You were in the zone, pacing to the beat of the music and going faster and faster by the minute. So of course, you weren't paying attention to him when he was trying to start small conversation at his jogging speed. When he saw the speed that you were going, Mr. Fabulous thought that you were racing or something–or maybe he just wanted to impress you by going at a higher speed–so he set his speed to 20 miles per hour. In a car, one would think that the person driving was a grandpa, but in real life? Keeping a pace itself would be difficult, trying to make a conversation at the same time would be even more difficult. Poor Roxas learned it the hard way.
So when he slammed his head against the machine, he finally caught your attention. You whipped your head over to him, seeing the bruised mark on the side of his temple while he was looking quite unconscious–but he wasn't, just... hurt.
“Can you walk?” you asked, instead of whether or not he was okay–obviously he wasn't. “Do you need an ambulance or something?”
“Ambulance?” he asked, as though trying to process the word in his head, it didn't seem to register for a moment. After it did, though, he finally said: “Oh! Psh, ambulance... naw! I can walk!” He sat up, smiling in the goofiest way while scratching the back of his head: “See? I'm alright.”
“Well, good, I thought you died there...” you murmurred.
Then he did the cutest thing ever: “Hi, my name is Roxas... Say, do you want to go out for ice cream sometime? I don't know, like later? Or, I mean, tomorrow, if you're busy later... I don't know, whenever you're free... whenever you want to go... geez, now I just look like an idiot--”
“Hey...” you smiled. He stopped talking, eyes widened and face flushed pink. “You're fine... We can go later.”
So maybe he was a little cute, after all, but still, the guy wasn't at the top of the world. Your world, maybe, but not the world.
The first time you met him was at the gym.
See, there we go–the guy wasn't muscular at all. It was hard to believe that he was all-time Struggle champion after Setzer retired. The scrawniness of his body said nothing about his abilities to beat Seifer senseless with an inflatable bat. He wasn't too arrogant about it either. Not so much anyways, not like you noticed, you didn't talk to him.
He waved at you when you first entered the gym, as if you guys were really close or something. The idiot was also in the middle of benching fifty too–so he almost dropped the thing and crushed himself to death had it not been for his super-attentive friend who dropped his favorite sea-salt ice cream to save the blondie. You waved back, of course, feeling as if ignoring him would be cruel since he risked his life to greet you. He joined you at the treadmill a while after.
You were in the zone, pacing to the beat of the music and going faster and faster by the minute. So of course, you weren't paying attention to him when he was trying to start small conversation at his jogging speed. When he saw the speed that you were going, Mr. Fabulous thought that you were racing or something–or maybe he just wanted to impress you by going at a higher speed–so he set his speed to 20 miles per hour. In a car, one would think that the person driving was a grandpa, but in real life? Keeping a pace itself would be difficult, trying to make a conversation at the same time would be even more difficult. Poor Roxas learned it the hard way.
So when he slammed his head against the machine, he finally caught your attention. You whipped your head over to him, seeing the bruised mark on the side of his temple while he was looking quite unconscious–but he wasn't, just... hurt.
“Can you walk?” you asked, instead of whether or not he was okay–obviously he wasn't. “Do you need an ambulance or something?”
“Ambulance?” he asked, as though trying to process the word in his head, it didn't seem to register for a moment. After it did, though, he finally said: “Oh! Psh, ambulance... naw! I can walk!” He sat up, smiling in the goofiest way while scratching the back of his head: “See? I'm alright.”
“Well, good, I thought you died there...” you murmurred.
Then he did the cutest thing ever: “Hi, my name is Roxas... Say, do you want to go out for ice cream sometime? I don't know, like later? Or, I mean, tomorrow, if you're busy later... I don't know, whenever you're free... whenever you want to go... geez, now I just look like an idiot--”
“Hey...” you smiled. He stopped talking, eyes widened and face flushed pink. “You're fine... We can go later.”
So maybe he was a little cute, after all, but still, the guy wasn't at the top of the world. Your world, maybe, but not the world.
Time after time [chords]
“Time after time...” Roxas strummed the guitar once more, smiling cheekily as you slipped your hand into his, face pinkened by happiness. “I'm glad you liked it, [your name].”
“Aww... that was so sweet, I didn't know that you played the guitar, Roxas.” You really didn't, actually. Despite that you've known each other for about a month or so, you thought you were close enough to the guy to at least know his talents, but one day, today, he brought a guitar to class and started singing some song that you didn't even know. Hell, who were you kidding? It was your favorite song!
“I know a little bit of this and a little bit of that...” he smirked, trying to be cool and all.
Sora snickered as he walked past, punching his little brother on the shoulder as he grinned at you. You smiled, raising an eyebrow as you said: “Well good morning to you too, Sora.”
Roxas laughed nervously, pushing his brother away: “Yea... Sora... good morning... go away.”
“So what other songs do you know?” you asked, rather curious at this point.
“Well...” he trailed off, his cheeks filtered with pink. “That's the only one... that I know how to play...”
“Hmm?”
“For you, [your name].”
“Aww... that was so sweet, I didn't know that you played the guitar, Roxas.” You really didn't, actually. Despite that you've known each other for about a month or so, you thought you were close enough to the guy to at least know his talents, but one day, today, he brought a guitar to class and started singing some song that you didn't even know. Hell, who were you kidding? It was your favorite song!
“I know a little bit of this and a little bit of that...” he smirked, trying to be cool and all.
Sora snickered as he walked past, punching his little brother on the shoulder as he grinned at you. You smiled, raising an eyebrow as you said: “Well good morning to you too, Sora.”
Roxas laughed nervously, pushing his brother away: “Yea... Sora... good morning... go away.”
“So what other songs do you know?” you asked, rather curious at this point.
“Well...” he trailed off, his cheeks filtered with pink. “That's the only one... that I know how to play...”
“Hmm?”
“For you, [your name].”
US [airways]
You thought that you had a pretty good career when it came to payment and benefits. So being a stewardess was kind of annoying when you have to tend to the kids and old people who would grab your ass whenever the hell they feel like it, but at least you were able to travel to different countries and whatnot.
Sometimes the company gets a bit of luck when the country wants to show off their prowess by giving the stewardess and stewards good hotel rooms and room service so that they look like the better country, but hey, who was complaining? Certainly not you. Sometimes you get a discount for shopping too, especially when you hang out with a stewardess who knows all the hotspots in that country.
Hell, the best part of it all was Roxas. You had an idea that he had a hand in tampering with who you would travel with on your trips. Somehow he was always the pilot and you were always part of his crew. After that night in Las Vegas, you always swore that you would stay away from the blond and his devilish smiles, but you didn't know why you always had to go to the bathroom every time he smirked at you. Not to mention, it always happened to be the same one he would be occupying.
You certainly didn't know what to do about the ring he slipped into your bra that one time when you guys were visiting Japan. Were you supposed to keep it? Or sell it? What was he trying to do? Propose to you or something? Then there was that one time he was murmuring something about you quitting your job while he was trying to get into your pants–that dirty little trickster.
Oh lord, you were in trouble.
Sometimes the company gets a bit of luck when the country wants to show off their prowess by giving the stewardess and stewards good hotel rooms and room service so that they look like the better country, but hey, who was complaining? Certainly not you. Sometimes you get a discount for shopping too, especially when you hang out with a stewardess who knows all the hotspots in that country.
Hell, the best part of it all was Roxas. You had an idea that he had a hand in tampering with who you would travel with on your trips. Somehow he was always the pilot and you were always part of his crew. After that night in Las Vegas, you always swore that you would stay away from the blond and his devilish smiles, but you didn't know why you always had to go to the bathroom every time he smirked at you. Not to mention, it always happened to be the same one he would be occupying.
You certainly didn't know what to do about the ring he slipped into your bra that one time when you guys were visiting Japan. Were you supposed to keep it? Or sell it? What was he trying to do? Propose to you or something? Then there was that one time he was murmuring something about you quitting your job while he was trying to get into your pants–that dirty little trickster.
Oh lord, you were in trouble.
Trust [fund]
“So if you were writing your will and testaments right now, to whom would you give your most prized possession?” You leaned your body against Roxas’s chest, who had been minding his own business, reading the latest volume of astrophysics. You flipped the page of Good Questions to Ask a Loved One.
“I don’t know, [your name], who would I give it to?” he asked absentmindedly, taking note that he should have pretended not to hear you when he remembered what had happened last time you asked such a life-changing question.
“You tell me,” you fluttered your eyelashes, “What is your most treasured possession?”
“I don’t have a trust fund,” Roxas murmured, flipping a page, “If I really had to choose, I wouldn’t’ give it away.”
“You’d take it to the grave?” Your eyes widened, much to your boyfriend’s satisfied expression: “What is it?”
“You, of course.”
“I don’t know, [your name], who would I give it to?” he asked absentmindedly, taking note that he should have pretended not to hear you when he remembered what had happened last time you asked such a life-changing question.
“You tell me,” you fluttered your eyelashes, “What is your most treasured possession?”
“I don’t have a trust fund,” Roxas murmured, flipping a page, “If I really had to choose, I wouldn’t’ give it away.”
“You’d take it to the grave?” Your eyes widened, much to your boyfriend’s satisfied expression: “What is it?”
“You, of course.”
Always [sunny in Philadelphia[
“CRIMINAL MINDS!” You pulled the remote control towards yourself, flipping to the designated channel of your choice and grinning proudly until your dear boyfriend jerked it out of your hands.
Calmly, he said: “Always Sunny in Philadelphia.”
Fiercely, you shouted again, pulling the poor electronic device toward your body before pressing the buttons: “NO! THE MENTALIST! LEAVE IT ALONE!”
“Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” he grinned again. Roxas held the remote out of your grasp with one hand and with the other, hugged your shoulders so that you could not move. “You know, you’re going to have to be a bit more decisive if you’re going to watch something that you want to watch.”
You pouted, staring straight ahead at the show that you DIDN’T like. You had no idea what it was about, except some people who have random conversations that caused the laughing machine to start laughing. It didn’t even make sense; at least The Big Bang Theory had some good comedy! You glanced over to your boyfriend, smirking slightly at the way his blond strands rested against his drooping blue eyes. Roxas grinned at you, suppressing a grin as he rested against your shoulders to sleep. Well, at least that meant you’d get some control of the remote.
TV time was always the best time of the day anyways.
Calmly, he said: “Always Sunny in Philadelphia.”
Fiercely, you shouted again, pulling the poor electronic device toward your body before pressing the buttons: “NO! THE MENTALIST! LEAVE IT ALONE!”
“Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” he grinned again. Roxas held the remote out of your grasp with one hand and with the other, hugged your shoulders so that you could not move. “You know, you’re going to have to be a bit more decisive if you’re going to watch something that you want to watch.”
You pouted, staring straight ahead at the show that you DIDN’T like. You had no idea what it was about, except some people who have random conversations that caused the laughing machine to start laughing. It didn’t even make sense; at least The Big Bang Theory had some good comedy! You glanced over to your boyfriend, smirking slightly at the way his blond strands rested against his drooping blue eyes. Roxas grinned at you, suppressing a grin as he rested against your shoulders to sleep. Well, at least that meant you’d get some control of the remote.
TV time was always the best time of the day anyways.
Unforgettable [honeymoons]
Seriously, sometimes you regret being in the same career path as your husband. Why did you have to marry an attorney? He always cracked dirty jokes and played footsie under the table whenever you were trying to concentrate on research–one can only know so much about criminal laws when there are kids running about at home. You would normally buy the books and hide them, but there was no telling how the little Roxas clones could find the books and fill them with colorful lines of color pencils and crayons.
So then you two would end up in the library.
“Hey [your name],” he smiled devilishly. You recognized that look and if you were wise, you'd go back to your book and read from there, but knowing Roxas, he'd keep on talking, like this: “You remember that time when we were in the Carribeans for our honeymoon?”
“Oh yea?” Why, oh why did you have to ask?
“You know... that one library that you really liked... against the shelves,” he licked his lips, darting his eyes to the shelves behind you. It was just the occult section, the section that no one really knew about. “And then you and I... you know.”
“Roxas--”
The trial was two days away and there was a lot of research to be done. You really had no idea why you followed Roxas to the back of the library to the occult section, but it really made your day.
So then you two would end up in the library.
“Hey [your name],” he smiled devilishly. You recognized that look and if you were wise, you'd go back to your book and read from there, but knowing Roxas, he'd keep on talking, like this: “You remember that time when we were in the Carribeans for our honeymoon?”
“Oh yea?” Why, oh why did you have to ask?
“You know... that one library that you really liked... against the shelves,” he licked his lips, darting his eyes to the shelves behind you. It was just the occult section, the section that no one really knew about. “And then you and I... you know.”
“Roxas--”
The trial was two days away and there was a lot of research to be done. You really had no idea why you followed Roxas to the back of the library to the occult section, but it really made your day.
Eternity [bands]
It was a shame that you couldn’t see him off. Sometimes you wonder whether or not you should be mad at the fact that Roxas has never introduced you to his parents formally as a girlfriend. Even though it was the last day of summer and school was starting the very next day, you at least wanted to see him off at the train station. Your boyfriend, unfortunately, begged to differ with that opinion.
“It’s too much of a hassle. It’s not like I won’t see you again,” he grinned, patting you on the head before pecking your lips. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”
When you walked by his empty house, you desperately wanted to go in there and touch all of the furniture that you two had played house in during your childhood. It was a wonder that his parents never suspected anything though your parents never missed a beat in the first place. Oh that shy boy. Graduation had been a blast and the last day of school, gone like the wind. Roxas was going away. Who knew when he would be returning?
“Baby, you’re the one who’s holding my heart in those tiny hands of yours. Don’t be cruel! Please, please, fall in love with me!~” He was kneeling and you were beet red, trying to pretend not to know the guy who was on his knees and holding the microphones. His voice was off key–at least you would know because you loved to sing–and you wouldn’t even recognize the song if he sang it correctly.
You could still remember your third-year anniversary as though it had been yesterday. Clear and tear-jerking. How could you forget the guy? Especially with what he left for you as a reminder. Even as you watched him board the train, you couldn’t help but remember the way he recited the words engraved in the silver band he had given you earlier that day before he left you with a kiss.
“Don’t forget me.”
“It’s too much of a hassle. It’s not like I won’t see you again,” he grinned, patting you on the head before pecking your lips. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”
When you walked by his empty house, you desperately wanted to go in there and touch all of the furniture that you two had played house in during your childhood. It was a wonder that his parents never suspected anything though your parents never missed a beat in the first place. Oh that shy boy. Graduation had been a blast and the last day of school, gone like the wind. Roxas was going away. Who knew when he would be returning?
“Baby, you’re the one who’s holding my heart in those tiny hands of yours. Don’t be cruel! Please, please, fall in love with me!~” He was kneeling and you were beet red, trying to pretend not to know the guy who was on his knees and holding the microphones. His voice was off key–at least you would know because you loved to sing–and you wouldn’t even recognize the song if he sang it correctly.
You could still remember your third-year anniversary as though it had been yesterday. Clear and tear-jerking. How could you forget the guy? Especially with what he left for you as a reminder. Even as you watched him board the train, you couldn’t help but remember the way he recited the words engraved in the silver band he had given you earlier that day before he left you with a kiss.
“Don’t forget me.”
Together forever [poems]
Two years, five months, twenty-six days, fourteen hours, two minutes, and three seconds and still going. You were counting the moment you had shut him out forever. You didn’t know when it all went wrong, but it did and evidently, you were the only one blind to it all. Roxas knew it was coming all along. The quiet docile writer of a boyfriend that you once had never called, never left a message, and never came back.
“She’s pregnant,” he whispered when the sound of your even breathing broke. His voice cracked at the end, muffling the sound of your own heart breaking in the darkness. His arms wrapped weakly around your bare body, ashamed of touching you. “I’m sorry.”
Never meant to hurt you,
My beloved who is in pain.
- Roxas
“For what?” For betraying me? You wanted to scream, but your words fell into a sharp sob as you withdrew from him. You felt dirty, not because he had hurt you, but because you hadn’t noticed all along. The changed misdemeanor that you had dismissed as stress from work and his quieter than usual replies had been signs. “Please… get out.” And you closed your eyes, hoping to shut out the pain.
The next day, you woke up to a phone call and an empty bed. Sora called, having heard the news from his brother who had left his room earlier that day to some place unknown. He was angry, nonetheless, because the girl he was in love with had been hurt by his own brother, but of course, you would never know that. You whispered a hoarse goodbye before settling back into bed to sleep away the pain.
The words which will never be heard,
That which you will never hear,
That which I will never speak:
I’m waiting for you.
- [your name]
Today was the day that Sora had finally convinced you to leave the house to go out to dinner with him, a casual yet formal setting of a place that you hadn’t been to in a while, but nonetheless, it was his birthday and you had to go with it. You arrived early with the brownie, handing him his present under the table because Riku would make fun of him if he were to see the wool beanie. Sora’s eyes looked past yours after a while, noticing someone else who had entered the room. Soon your heart stopped. Had you known he was going to be there, there was no way you’d come.
“Roxas,” Sora grinned, clapping his brother on the back.
“Happy birthday, kid,” the bearded blond smiled, returning the gesture, “A man now, aren’t ya?”
“Just because you don’t shave doesn’t mean you’re any older than me,” Sora laughed.
Roxas’s eyes landed on you and softened hesitantly, waiting for your reaction to his arrival. He was going to glare at his brother for not telling you that he was going to be there if you hadn’t nodded quietly at him. Riku arrived minutes later with someone else, also blond, and you froze. Riku looked apologetically at Sora, who did actually glare at his best friend for bringing this unexpected guess.
“I’m sorry, [your name],” he apologized, “Namine wanted to tell you something.”
You were afraid to go anywhere with her, but that didn’t stop her from dragging you to the bathroom. Her blue eyes looked sadly at you as she whispered softly, “It was my fault a long time ago. I… needed somebody.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” You tried to sound cold, but what came out sounded weak and pathetic.
“Because nothing happened that night. I lied to him and he left you. I loved him, [your name], the moment we graduated, I knew I didn’t have a chance… and I–“ Namine never finished what she said and the sound of your slap echoed throughout the bathroom. Her eyes widened in shock, unable to stop as you stormed out of the restaurant. You couldn’t even see the road in front of you, let alone hear the footsteps behind you.
“[your name]!” His hand wrapped around your arm, powerful yet gentle, and pulled you to him.
“YOU NEVER CAME BACK!” you screamed, trying to push the blond away. Through the hiccups, you managed to shout: “S-S-She lied and you never came back!”
“I couldn’t! Knowing that I had hurt you, I couldn’t.” Roxas was hiding his face from you, pulling you so close that he could hide his face by perching his chin on top of your head. He had never done that before, even when you had broke up with him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
I’ll come back to you, baby.
We’ll be together again.
I won’t hurt you anymore.
- Roxas
“I don’t know how to believe you.”
“Don’t. Not yet. I’ll make it up to you. Each and every day that we haven’t seen each other. If you let me, that is.”
“It’s been a long time, Roxas.”
“I know.” I counted.
Roxas loosened his grips, waiting for you to jerk away and run from him forever. You didn’t. In the midst of it all, he hadn’t noticed that your hands had wrapped around him as well, shaking and weak.
Can you promise not to hurt me again?
Teach me how to love, my dear,
You, the soul full of love.
- [your name]
“She’s pregnant,” he whispered when the sound of your even breathing broke. His voice cracked at the end, muffling the sound of your own heart breaking in the darkness. His arms wrapped weakly around your bare body, ashamed of touching you. “I’m sorry.”
Never meant to hurt you,
My beloved who is in pain.
- Roxas
“For what?” For betraying me? You wanted to scream, but your words fell into a sharp sob as you withdrew from him. You felt dirty, not because he had hurt you, but because you hadn’t noticed all along. The changed misdemeanor that you had dismissed as stress from work and his quieter than usual replies had been signs. “Please… get out.” And you closed your eyes, hoping to shut out the pain.
The next day, you woke up to a phone call and an empty bed. Sora called, having heard the news from his brother who had left his room earlier that day to some place unknown. He was angry, nonetheless, because the girl he was in love with had been hurt by his own brother, but of course, you would never know that. You whispered a hoarse goodbye before settling back into bed to sleep away the pain.
The words which will never be heard,
That which you will never hear,
That which I will never speak:
I’m waiting for you.
- [your name]
Today was the day that Sora had finally convinced you to leave the house to go out to dinner with him, a casual yet formal setting of a place that you hadn’t been to in a while, but nonetheless, it was his birthday and you had to go with it. You arrived early with the brownie, handing him his present under the table because Riku would make fun of him if he were to see the wool beanie. Sora’s eyes looked past yours after a while, noticing someone else who had entered the room. Soon your heart stopped. Had you known he was going to be there, there was no way you’d come.
“Roxas,” Sora grinned, clapping his brother on the back.
“Happy birthday, kid,” the bearded blond smiled, returning the gesture, “A man now, aren’t ya?”
“Just because you don’t shave doesn’t mean you’re any older than me,” Sora laughed.
Roxas’s eyes landed on you and softened hesitantly, waiting for your reaction to his arrival. He was going to glare at his brother for not telling you that he was going to be there if you hadn’t nodded quietly at him. Riku arrived minutes later with someone else, also blond, and you froze. Riku looked apologetically at Sora, who did actually glare at his best friend for bringing this unexpected guess.
“I’m sorry, [your name],” he apologized, “Namine wanted to tell you something.”
You were afraid to go anywhere with her, but that didn’t stop her from dragging you to the bathroom. Her blue eyes looked sadly at you as she whispered softly, “It was my fault a long time ago. I… needed somebody.”
“Why are you telling me this now?” You tried to sound cold, but what came out sounded weak and pathetic.
“Because nothing happened that night. I lied to him and he left you. I loved him, [your name], the moment we graduated, I knew I didn’t have a chance… and I–“ Namine never finished what she said and the sound of your slap echoed throughout the bathroom. Her eyes widened in shock, unable to stop as you stormed out of the restaurant. You couldn’t even see the road in front of you, let alone hear the footsteps behind you.
“[your name]!” His hand wrapped around your arm, powerful yet gentle, and pulled you to him.
“YOU NEVER CAME BACK!” you screamed, trying to push the blond away. Through the hiccups, you managed to shout: “S-S-She lied and you never came back!”
“I couldn’t! Knowing that I had hurt you, I couldn’t.” Roxas was hiding his face from you, pulling you so close that he could hide his face by perching his chin on top of your head. He had never done that before, even when you had broke up with him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
I’ll come back to you, baby.
We’ll be together again.
I won’t hurt you anymore.
- Roxas
“I don’t know how to believe you.”
“Don’t. Not yet. I’ll make it up to you. Each and every day that we haven’t seen each other. If you let me, that is.”
“It’s been a long time, Roxas.”
“I know.” I counted.
Roxas loosened his grips, waiting for you to jerk away and run from him forever. You didn’t. In the midst of it all, he hadn’t noticed that your hands had wrapped around him as well, shaking and weak.
Can you promise not to hurt me again?
Teach me how to love, my dear,
You, the soul full of love.
- [your name]