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You're a stranger to me. A stanger with a face. A face with skin so flawless. Soft like silk and torrid like fire. Stunning eyes of emerald. Perfect pools of deep green, clever and unreadable. Hair of fire. A mess of crimson spikes. And a mouth so outspoken and cocky. With a tongue so experienced. I can feel your lips pressed on mine. Like it really happened. You're a face with a name. A name so soft on my tongue. So sweet in my mouth. Yielding in my throat. A title fitting. One that lingers in my memories and dreams. And words of a voice so soothing and luring. Echoes in my memories. Promises from a time before. A previous life. I know, somehow. Somewhere in
AkuRoku +False Emotions+ "Axel "
"Hey Roxas. Its late, I was beginning to think you wouldn't come!" Axel had, of course, heard the sort of sad, loneliness in Roxas's voice, but he quickly chose to ignore it.
"Where's Xion?" the boy sat in his usual seat next to Axel.
"Ah, you just missed her."
"Is she coming back?"
"Nah, she has overdue mission reports."
Axel looked at Roxas who was staring blankly at his own boots. The Redhead made a quizzical face and rolled his eyes, "alright, I'll bite. What wrong?"
Roxas was quiet for a long time. Several times he would open his mouth to say something, change his mind, and clamp his mouth, saying nothing.
Eight sighed. He was about to re-ask his question when Roxas interrupted him.
"I don't know nothing I guess " he said in a small voice.
Now Axel was worried.&
AkuRoku +Welcome Back+ Dammit Axel, leave me alone! Roxas flinched, slapping the Redhead.
God Roxy, I almost forgot how noisy Castle Oblivion is with you here, Axel said holding a hand over his pink cheek.
I almost forgot how annoying you were and I do not want you to call me Roxy anymore, Roxas turned away from Axel, folding his arms.
What?! Ive always called you that!
That was before, the blonde muttered softly. Roxas had been back at the Castle for less than a week and already he was regretting his return. He hadnt found out much about his true self and he felt oddly out of place in the Organization. Everyone gave him weird stares, awkward glances. He could never find a thing to talk about with the other members. All aside from Axel. Axel, who had spent hours convincing, or ra
AkuRoku +Forever+ "I wanted " the redhead didn't even bother to glance at the brunette. "To see Roxas."
Sora's eyes widened what, both the thought and the action weren't his own. He felt a sudden and unexplainable pain in his chest, like his heart had just been crushed for no reason. Incoherent whispers filled his head, rushing and all at once, like retuning memories. Axel closed his eyes. He was quiet for a long time. There were these sort of senseless sensations pulsing through Sora's body. He felt hot then cold all in an instant. Sora shielded his eyes from the blinding light that was surrounding him.
"But I didn't worry " Eight opened his eyes, his gaze meeting his best friend, now kneeling in Sora's place. "Because "
"Axel " Roxas made a miserable face, tears running down his cheeks. Shaking his head in denial,
AkuRoku +Miss Me?+ "No one would miss me," Number Thirteen spoke monotonously to the Redhead behind him.
"That's not true!" Axel yelled at the Organization's youngest member. The Pyro's shoulders slumped, his head lowering. "That's not true."
Roxas hadn't made it very far before he heard loud footsteps coming from behind his back. The boy stopped and half turned to find Axel charging at him. His eyes widened and he managed to take a sharp breath.
"God Dammit Roxas! I would miss you! Don't you get it?! I would miss you!!" Number Eight held the blonde's shoulders tight, shaking him.
Roxas, obviously, wasn't prepared for Axel's outburst. He hadn't had time to brace himself, nor had he been ready to react. He stared at his best friend visibly at a loss.
Axel, still holding the boy's shoulders, slumped to his knees and lowered his head, "I would miss you." He spoke quietly, muttering the same thing repeatedly.
The younger boy
Pink+Blue +Together+ How could you, Neku?
Hed done it again: walked right through me. Hed been talking to me through his thoughts, that is. Assuring me he was okay and that he still trusted me. Not knowing that Id been following him like a lost puppy, or that I had really been hanging on his every though. Ever since his game had ended Ive had nothing to do but follow him. Watching him with his new friends without me.
Chin up, boss. Look at him, hes happier now.
I decided to ignore my Producer. I didnt even spare him a glance. Yeah, hes happy, but the point was it wasnt with me. How could he not forgive me? Sure I killed him twice, but if it had never happened, he never would have been happy. How could he not forgive me when he owes all his happiness to me?
AkuRoku +Operation Valentine+Thursday, January 29.
"Shut up Axel!!"
"Hey Rox, don't tell me to shut up, you started it!"
"God Axel! Why do you have to be so stupid?!"
"You arrogant little-!"
Demyx and Zexion exchanged nervous glances. They had been listening to Axel and Roxas fight after being interrupted from making out a few minutes earlier. They heard loud crashes and both members' doors slam. Zexion sighed and shook his head.
Demyx giggle, "they were made for each other."
"Though I doubt they'll ever see it."
Something clicked in Demyx's head. He quickly sat up taller and his face brightened.
"Oh no, Dem. I know that face. Not again."
"We'll call it Operation Valentine."
about two weeks later
(Axel and Roxas got over their last fight quickly and pretty much wordlessly. Demyx dragged Zexion into long hours or extensive planning for an, originally, simple Operation.)
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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