A/N: Residual spawn from my previous AkuRoku kick. I originally wrote these just to get myself back in shape, but I grew very fond of them in the end.
Roxas is clueless (and evidently somewhat hormonal, but I love him for it). The following two drabbles basically revolve around that first meeting in the Struggle ring, because there's a lot that isn't said.
Remembrance and Forgetting
I: To Stir
You don't know him; that's what you tell yourself. The world stops around you and he enters stage right with a smattering of applause and you don't know him—although something cries out in protest, burning deep in the heart of you with what cannot be anything but recognition.
You do.
What's important is that you do not recognize—not the slant of sharp shoulders, not the sunlight glinting off a pair of glass-green eyes sharp and obscure.
Not the lilt of your name from his mouth, in his voice—not even that.
You don't know him.
Roxas…
You don't.