Another random oneshot. Again, typed up at the office.
Disclaimer: I don't own Axel, the rain, cigs, Xion, the bus, or anything except the plot. Heh.
A/N: I think I owe you guys :/ for not updating much... so I'm making it up by writing oneshots for you. I have a Youtube account, and I'll be making KH vids and posting them soon~! :D If I have time ;)
Axel frowned as he glared at his fireproof watch.
The bus, and by extension, Xion, was late.
The red-haired man sighed.
Could this get any worse? he thought. The three of them, Xion, Roxas, and himself, were to have ice cream that day (chocolate for a change: Xion wanted to try out their new flavor), when Roxas called in sick and the ice cream parlor closed for maintenance.
A sudden, single, raindrop slipped down his back. Axel yelped.
What the hell was that? As if in answer, more raindrops came raining down from the sky, and went from a sprinkle, to a shower, to a full-on downpour. Axel glared at the sky, irritated.
Great, just great. When I asked if the day could get worse, that was NOT a suggestion for you to make it so! Besides, why is the rain so damn cold? It's summer, dammit! he mentally the sky did not answer, and Axel did not expect it to.
Shivering, he drew his brown jacket closer to himself.
"Xion, hurry up, please," he moaned. He hated rain, he hated cold, and he hated his plans screwing up.
Taking deep breaths, he tried calming his angered mind down. He stared at the puddles, and how the raindrops fell into them, making ripples and beautiful patterns… So this is what Demyx sees in water… he may have a point, but fire has so much more over this, he smirked.
Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag on it, and coughed. The smell of rain tickled his nose, and meddled with the smoke he was breathing in. Although… it's not unpleasant…
He took another drag on it, and leaned against the streetlight pole as his legs were growing tired.
"See, this, Xemnas, is why people want actual bus stops with roofs and benches in this town. How you got to be in charge of it…" he sighed. He closed his eyes and took a final drag on his cig, before snuffing it out and tossing it into the smoke tray.
Maybe Roxas is right: maybe I should stop smoking. Larxene doesn't really appreciate it… though she can't talk: she messes with the electricity and causes so. many. short circuits!
The telltale screech of the bus's old gears jerked the spiky-red-haired man out of his thoughts. Snapping his eyes open and straightening up, he looked for Xion's small form amid the crowd. He smiled as his friend stepped off the bus, hair mussed but smiling anyways.
"You're late." His emerald green eyes sparkled with laughter as she glared up half-heartedly at him. He loved being twice her size, sometimes, though being lanky did have some drawbacks. He crossed his arms, grinning.
"I know," she replied.
"Very late."
"Yes, I'm aware."
"In fact, forty-nine minutes late." Uncrossing his arms, he tousled her already mussed hair, laughing as she attempted to bat his long pale hand away.
"Can we just go home n— wait, you waited up for me? That long?" Axel smirked, making one purple inverted teardrop tattoo appear longer than the other, and feigned indignance.
"Who, me? The hell are you talking about? I just got here! Wait for you? Nah," he dismissed, and began walking away. Xion smiled.
You're lying, she thought in a singsong voice.
For why else would Axel be drenched from spikes to foot, soaked to the bone?
Axel hated rain.
But the thought that he would wait in it to see his friend safely home, without even an umbrella, gave the black-haired girl a warm, fuzzy feeling as they walked back to her apartment together in the rain.