Disclaimer: erryeah. I don't own KH, I think. I'm confused...no wait, maybe I'm not...
Warning: implied suicide. slight shonen-ai?
He approaches the counter slowly—you don't notice him until he sets something down on the scanner. You look up from your journal-diary, that you do, and see him, him with his silver hair and green eyes. And because he's a customer, you put down your notebook and start scanning in the item.
You start talking to fill the silence; the Shoppers that you work in is eerily quiet for a Saturday.
'Headache?' you ask amiably—it is a bottle of Tylenol on the counter, right?
He shakes his head, looking a little uncomfortable at you getting into his life.
'Stomach-ache?' It's another negative. You frown slightly and look at the screen—the little bottle's not scanning in correctly. You start typing in the barcode manually.
He shakes his head again. 'Nope.'
'Fever?' The stupid machine's still not working and you kick the counter once and hit a few buttons twice in the hopes that it'll work.
'Not that either.' He looks away nervously—he's not supposed to be divulging this stuff, you think.
'What then?' Ah. You smile faintly, the scanner's working properly (finally)—and idly twirl pink hair around one finger.
'Suicide.' You stop smiling and he looks at you defiantly and his green eyes are piercing through your blue. He's challenging you to try and stop him, you realize. But you're not; you're been in the same situation before and know that he's not going to listen to you (some random cashier at a drug store) anyways.
You raise your eyebrows at him before scanning the little bottle of Tylenol again. (It's none of your business, anyways).
'That'll be two-fifty, please.' He hands you a heavy little two dollar coin and two loose quarters. You smile at him mechanically while depositing the change in the cash drawer.
'Have a nice day.'
He smiles back at you as well. (he's kind of glad you understood him, maybe you're not so different after all?)
'You too.'
He walks out, the little bell on the automatic door jingling as he leaves.
You look back down to your forgotten little journal-diary, that you do, and after a little bit of thought write down one thing on today's blank page.
Dear diary—today I helped someone kill themselves. Love, Marluxia.
AN: okay. formatting problems galore. DX
aceteminophen is the scientific name for tylenol, I believe.
typed this up on the school computer and the thing wouldn't let me fucking save. DX I ended up uploading a different, complete fic(and old naruto one, I believe) and replacing the text in the editor with stuff copied from the typed up word doc.
blargh.
a'ight. one more mariku to go. xD and then I'm going to be working on two roxikus and two sorikus.
erryeah. knock yourselves out on this. or don't. whatever.
-namikun