DHC: AH! I've decided to come out of the shadows and post to you people mah random drabbles I've written and the ones I got prompts for. -coughs- Please do not kill me for any pairings that may pop up. I love crack and so do mah mates. So you'd do well to have much of an open mind. And the majority of the pairings are YAOI ones, so be warned. Thank you. :D That said, all mah fics vary in rating but the fic itself shall be rated M because some of them WILL be rated M. So anyway... That said, enjoy the first drabble!
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Title: Scribbles and Smiles
Category: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Genres: Fluff, psuedo-angst, generalness, um...yeah. Spoilers.
Rating: Uh...G?
Notes: Yeah...got inspired by a pretty piccie and attempted to write it! XD So here it is!
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She loved to draw, it was one of her only talent. She loved to draw whatever came into mind, and then colour it as best as she could, make every detail perfect, just right.

He loved to watch her; the delicate way her hands worked as they flitted the pencil across the page, bringing many images to life with it.

She liked to draw people, she'd draw their portraits or draw them in a scene. She'd draw everything the way she saw it in her mind's eye, critical details people often missed, colouring it til it was just right; perfect.

He liked it when she'd ask him to pose for her; sometimes he'd even catch her out of the corner of his eye drawing him when she thought he didn't notice. It made him smile because of it.

She liked to draw him in a battle pose, weapons drawn, glaring at his opponent. She liked to draw his many moods and expressions, though it was confusing since all his emotions were supposed to be vague.

He always wondered why she was so facinated with him, why she made him pose like he was fighting. He supposed it was because she couldn't fight, herself. The image of her wielding a sketchbook and pencil were all too amusing to him. She was captivated by drawing his expressions, it seemed she wanted to know his emotions...or what was left of them.

Drawing as all she was allowed to do. Not wander, not look out a window, not interact with hardly anyone. Just draw. Images upon images, it was harmless. Just what the others wanted her to be. She posed no threat to them at all with her drawing.

He would watch her, in that endless blank room; drawing innocently, colouring it when finished. She'd show him what she drew; he was rather proud and honored she liked to draw him. It made him feel special. She would draw the other's too. But her main drawing attention was focused upon three people, two of which were unimportant really, and himself.

She smiled at her recent picture, a drawing of them, sitting in the other place like they used to. She missed those days and wished to have them back. Because at least then, the imagined or not sorrow she felt was bareable then.

He saw that look on her face, and knew what she was thinking. He walked over and looked down at her picture, smiling faintly at the drawn memory. Taking off what was about the second most important thing to him, he casually plopped it down onto her shoulders gently and turned, hopping up onto the table to grin down at her.

She gasped, looking up at him with wide-eyes, before a smile crept up onto her face. Gently, she pulled the hood on the coat up onto her head and draped it fully over her shoulders, picking up her skatchbook and turning to a new page, suddenly reinspired from this precious moment.

He watched her with a smile, glad that he could cheer her up from her undeserved depression and guilt. He balanced an elbow on his leg and rested his cheek in the palm of his hand and watched her draw lazily, content; knowing that nothing else mattered in this room but eachother.

Owari
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 Daaayyuuum that was hard to write. XDD And yeah, AxelxNamine...interesting pairing. Popped into my head after studying a picture of these two in a certain pose. Inspiration picture: http// www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 40302557/ take out the spaces. :D