A/N: I really hate this fic. I honestly am not fond of it at all. I had to write a story containing a metaphor for my honors english class and this just sort of happened...I wrote it in like 15 minutes and it's not good at all, there is really no purpose to it and it's very short. I usually say that I don't like my fics, but honestly. I hate this fic, I like the other ones but this has to be the worst thing I've submitted so far haha. I just had the extreme urge to sumbit a story sooo...here you go. Don't flame me too hard!
Roxas stepped lightly across the concrete sidewalk, solemnly gazing down at his sneakers as a little breeze timidly blew through his golden hair and tore the loose, fall colored leaves from their branches, letting them gently dance across the paved streets. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. The blonde allowed his footsteps to synchronize with his heart beat, sighing as he adjusted the strap of his back pack over his shoulder. Roxas had been in a bit of a haze lately, as all his thoughts revolved around the thought now that he wasn't free. His whole life was so conventional, so routine and average. Get up out of bed, go to school, get good grades, do as you're told, go home, still do as you're told, go to bed and then simply continue the rigmarole of every day. He couldn't help but feel…trapped.
He reminded himself of a bird. A small blue bird, but not one that is free, one that is restricted and confined to behind thin, wire bars getting more and more frustrated knowing that there was nothing he could do to escape. He was powerless, waiting for the day that the little door to the cage will be opened and he'd be able to flutter away, never again having to sing sorrowful songs or look out at the rest of the world from behind bars.
He lifted his head and allowed his blue eyes to scan the area as he approached the school gates. He saw people he didn't know and he saw familiar faces and friends. He saw "bullies" pushing around "nerds". He saw cheerleaders and jocks. Typical high school girls stood around in close groups and gossiped and laughed. He saw a few acquaintances waves at him and he absent mindedly waved back. He saw his brother Sora seated on a bench, leaning his head on his boyfriend Riku's shoulder, Riku's arm around Sora's small waist. They were smiling and laughing. Such a cute couple. So free to just be in love. He wished he could be that free.
Then Roxas spotted him. His fiery red hair sticking out every which way. 'Axel…' He thought as a small smile crept across his lips. Roxas began walking towards him. Axel reminded him a lot of the wind. Wild, untamable, unpredictable. He could be a light, warm breeze, ghosting gently through your hair and caressing your cheek, or he could be a hurricane, cold and fierce and strong. Axel turned away from the conversation he was having and made eye contact with Roxas. His heart felt light and he got butterflies in his stomach, however cliché that sounds it was true. The red head got up from his seat and walked toward the small blonde with a signature Axel grin on his face. He allowed his lanky arms to encircle Roxas's thin frame in an embrace. As Roxas allowed his eyes to close and his head to rest on the red heads strong chest, he realized how freely a bird can fly when being carried along by the wind, and how perfectly free he felt in that moment...
Thanks for reading this piece of crap! Haha.
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