A/N: Alright. I wrote this like a year ago, but I've finally decided to post it. My writing style is a bit different now, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless...also, I'm not so obsessed with Roxas as I was when I wrote this. But still, he is pretty adorable. xD Anyway, enjoy...if people don't hate me, I might actually continue this.
Disclaimer: This shall cover all chapters: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS. As much as I would like to own Roxas, I don't. I am merely borrowing him...for a...while.
The Random Adventures of Roxas
Chapter 1: Can Shoes Spontaneously Combust?
Roxas woke up. "That's weird; why do I have my shoes on...?" He tried to pull them off, with no luck. "Stupid shoes..." He pulled more, and more, and more, but nothing happened. "Did someone glue my shoes to my feet or what?" He glares up at the author. "That was a really nasty prank..."
"I swear, Roxas, I didn't do that!" I shout. "Because why would I want to torture you...?"
"Eek she's giving me the weird face... RUN!" he shouts.
Having a bit of difficulty with the shoes, he trips and falls over. "I AM GOING TO GET THESE SHOES OFF IF IT TAKES MY WHOLE LIFE!" Roxas runs into a random garage and grabs a blowtorch. "DIE, SHOES, DIE!" It then occurs to him that he will burn his feet along with his shoes.
A shiny saw glimmers in the corner. "Maybe if I'm really careful..." He pulls the saw down. He begins attempting to cut the shoes off, to no avail. "WHY DO THESE SHOES HATE ME?" Suddenly a thought occurs to him: "I can slice them off with the KeyBlade! Yeah, I just happen to have a spare in my closet..." ((0.0 Don't ask...))
Roxas retrieves his "spare" KeyBlade. "And now, dearest shoes, IT'S TIME TO DIE!" He attempts to slice through them. It doesn't work. A fit of rage consumes him. His face begins to turn red. His hair begins standing on end (more so than it usually is hehe).
The author, looking up from an obscure book, notices him. "NO, ROXAS! CALM DOWN! YOU'RE GONNA–"
BOOM!
A dazed and bewildered Roxas now sits on the floor. "What the heck happened?"
"–Make your shoes spontaneously combust," I say, finishing my sentence.
Roxas looks down at his feet. "Hey! My shoes are off! YAY!"
"Well that's just great," I say smugly, turning back to my book.
He looks offended.
"Gosh sorry," I say.
"No I wasn't looking at you. I was looking at that giant cat in the window who just called me a fat slob in sign language."
I throw my book down. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU, CAT!" I scream, racing for the window.
It hisses and runs away...
Next chapter: The Author vs. The Giant Cat!
Yes I know Roxas was way OOC but he's funnier that way...
Review! Flames will be used to power Roxas's blowtorch.
Toodles!
The Insane Lugian