Note.;;
This is the product of a write off ( random pairings matched with random lyrics for prompting ) with a friend. It was also timed, therefore it probably isn't as good as it should be.
KH is not mine.
Roxas x Tacos
"I can't forget what you've forgotten."
Axel wasn't alerted of emergencies by flashing red lights or colourfully blaring sirens. No; he was alerted by a single phrase.
"I feel like tacos."
That was when Axel knew he had to drop everything he was doing for the lump taking up space on the couch ( AKA Roxas ) and teleport to meet his friend's every need. What better place was there to get tacos than a fast-food restaurant with the sacred word in its very name? Taco Bell was the place to go.
But for once, Axel had made a mistake. Of course, it was natural for undead nature, I suppose – like that one time when he had 'accidentally' let Roxas' hamster out of his cage and nearly wandered into the very maw of Marluxia's over-grown, meat-eating Venus flytrap . . .
Axel had forgotten the very thing he warped into the restaurant for.
He had forgotten Roxas' tacos.
It started out all right; the regular routine. With the edge of his younger yellow-haired companion's voice still ringing all too clearly in his ears, Axel appeared in the line winding around the marked-off areas in the Taco Bell. His peculiar visits with the grandeur flourishes were so common that he hardly ever received odd looks from the other customers anymore.
He didn't even need to look at the menu; he had it memorized. Two crispy tacos: ground beef, lettuce, cheese, and onions. No tomatoes. Roxas didn't like his tomatoes.
But when he dropped the two plastic bags on the table in front of Number XIII, he thought he heard something kind of empty. Just a slight difference – but noticeable nonetheless.
Roxas raised his torso enough to rifle through the bags.
"Burritos . . ."
Oh, shit.
"Chile rellenos . . ."
I got that one, anyway . . .
"Tacos."
There was a pause.
"Where are my tacos, Axel?"
"I – for . . . got?"
He felt his stare upon him, deadly glaring daggers.
"You . . . forgot."
Axel made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
"I can't forget what you've forgotten, Axel."
At that moment, Xaldin appeared through the kitchen doorway.
"Feel sorry for you, man . . ." He said as he walked past, clapping Axel on the shoulder.
"Does this mean we aren't friends anymore, Roxy?" Number VIII managed to whimper.
Roxas shoved the bags to the side, causing them to tumble off the table. "Don't try to weasel your way into my bed tonight, Axel."