Title: Mirror, Mirror
Rating: T
Pairing: A bit of AkuRoku
Warning: None, really. Tiny hints of shounen-ai.
Word Count: 457
A/N: I was randomly listening to the song Mirror, by the Barlow Girl, and it made me think of Roxas and Sora, and then Axel was thrown into my ideas. XD So this little songfic popped out, and I think it turned out fairly well, for something that was written quickly.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Have I got it?
'Cause, mirror, you've always told me who I am
Roxas frowned as he pressed his hand against the cold glass of the mirror. He blinked deep blue eyes, and equally azul eyes blinked right back. Another hand, the same size and shape as his own pressed back, on the other side of the glass.
I'm finding it's not easy
To be perfect
So, sorry
You won't define me
Sorry
You don't own me
They seemed so similar, even their faces were alike; only their hair differed in color and style. Roxas reached up, gently tugging on a lock of his blonde hair, and the figure on the other side did the same, pulling at a spike of brown.
Who are you to tell me, that I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you?
Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won't try
No, I won't try
"You're an impressive Other," Roxas decided quietly, sighing softly as he closed his eyes slowly, watching his Other do the same, before there was only Darkness.
"Roxas? You in there?"
The familiar voice of the redheaded Number Eight floated through the door, and Roxas looked away from the mirror.
"Yeah, I'm here," he called back.
Mirror, I am seeing a new reflection
I'm looking into the eyes of who you made me
Axel was grinning as he stepped inside, looking Roxas up and down. "You okay?" he asked after a moment, blinking a few times at the blonde. There was something... weird about his expression.
Roxas nodded. "I'm fine," he promised him, glancing back at the mirror for a moment, then sighing when he saw that his reflection was back to his ordinary self. Blonde hair, blue eyes, black leather coat... Number Thirteen stared back, no longer the hero of the Keyblade.
Axel's grin spread across his lips again. "Awesome. You wanna go for ice cream?" he asked lazily. "I just finished a mission, so I'm done for the day."
"Sure," Roxas agreed, smiling faintly as he stepped away from the mirror, closer to Axel.
The redhead smiled, inclining his head and pressing his lips to Roxas' briefly, before pulling back.
And to him I have beauty beyond compare
I know he defines me
"Let's go," he said brightly, grabbing Roxas' hand and opening a Corridor, dragging Roxas through it before the blonde might have had a chance to protest.
Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?
Who are you?
Who are you?
I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do
I won't try
No, I won't try