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Hello again! :D.
Thank you all so much for the wonderful lovely reviews for This Love was our Sin and Roxas' Guide to being Gay.
It has helped alot. So thank you much much. :D .
In case any of you are wondering, the Prompt Story 2 {Zemyx} is not yet in progress.
CQ and I haven't started the prompt wording giveaway yet, so in the meantime I have decided to come up with yet another Soroku fanfiction.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. )):
-No Lemon
-Somewhat Fluffy
-'Course' Language (Soon)
Banana Chocolate.
A Soroku/Rokusor Fanfiction.
Chapter One.
Supermarkets and RTTD.
-x-
Roxas POV.
"Aaaaand, Sooooo, WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO RTTDEEEEE, WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME TO RTTDEEEEEEE, OH WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME OH WELCOME WELCOME WELCOME OHHHHHH WELCOME WELCOME TO RTEAAATEEEAAADEEEEEEEEEEEE~!"
Welcome, to my life.
"RTTDEEEEEEE IS THE BEST PLACE TO BEEEEEEEE, AND THEN WE ALL SAY TRALALALA! TRALALALA! TRALALALA! LALALALALALALA, RTTDEEEE!"
That's the supermarkets' theme song.
Yes you heard me.
Supermarket.
"GO, UHUHUH, GO, UHUHUH, GO RTT, RTT TEE EE DEE, GO RTT , RTT DEE EE DEE!"
You're probably wondering what a decent 15 year old kid is doing in a Supermarket.
And not just any Supermarket.
THE RTTD Supermarket.
RTTD stands for...
Um.
Actually I have no idea what it stands for.
But ANYWAY.
As I was saying.
I'm here because my dear little sister Namine wants some Banana Chocolate.
Namely the KH Brand, Of Banana Chocolate.
Its the best chocolate around right now.
And lucky me has a sister who is obsessed with it.
And of course, everywhere else in this god forsaken country is SOLD OUT of the chocolate, besides this place they call a supermarket.
Right now I'm trying to block out that stupid crap of shit they call a theme song.
Will someone PLEASE TELL ME WHY A FREAKING SUPERMARKET NEEDS A THEME SONG.
Especially one that sounds like...a load of crap and shit.
This is not Toy R' Us in the first place.
-grunts-
I have no idea how the parents here deal with the music and the corny decoration scheme.
Heck, there's even freaking clowns.
"I DON'T WANNA EVER EVER EVER LEAAAAVEEE THIS PLACEEE, CAUSE ITS THE RRRRRTTEEETEEEDDDEEEEE~"
....
Thanks for listening to me rant, brain.
You know, when I die of over excess of childishness you can come to my funeral.
Wait.
You'll be at my funeral because you'll be in my head.
ARRRHGH I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS CRAP.
Where's my sister with her stupid chocolate.
-gets up from the chair-
I'm going to freaking SUE this place and their STOOOPID decorations and their OH-LOOK-AT-ME-I'M-A-CLOWN-HYUHHYUH PEOPLE if its the last thing I do, and then I'll BURN this freaking place to ashes and then I'll pour water over it and then I'll be the one standing there going HYUH HYUH HYUH LOOK AT ME I COMMITTED ARSON HYUH HYUH-
-bangs into someone-
WHAT THE FUCK CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY-
Oh. My. God.
"I'm so so sorry!"
The hair. Eyes. Mouth. Pretty. Pretty.
So very very pretty...
"I'll pay for it and- ROXAS?!"
And then realisation clicks into place.
"SORA!?"
Oh no no no no.
NOOOOO.
-hyperventilating ensues-
Its really weird isn't it :/ .
Errr well.
._."
I hope you enjoyed it, regardless of the stupidity. xD.
Please review :D.
NO FLAMING.
-Lait.