I remember the very first time he took my hand. Sure, some people can say that it was just because he was using me as an anchor to grab at Roxas as the blond boy before he fell down on the icy lake we were all skating on, avoiding Saix's lecture on personal boundaries and pornography, but I think different. I felt my heart flutter and I glanced up at that red-rimmed face, unsure if he could feel the vibrations through our contacted flesh. He didn't seem to, though, as he heaved the younger blond up on his feet.
They laughed and laughed, joking about Roxas' clumsiness while I just sort of drifted back into the background, watching them go on skating. There was something more than the December chill leaving me feeling cold as I stood very still on the ice. I wondered if I would disappear all together if I tried hard enough, but this train of thought was interrupted when Xigbar clopped right into my back. He was sent into a slew of cuss words, but I didn't really listen to them. Instead I just laid on the ice, vaguely wondering if Axel would come back and help me up too. He didn't. One knee slid under my trunk and I worked at slowly heaving myself up on my own.
I cracked my chin open when I fell back down, trying to get up on my skates. I still have the scar from it, though it's a pale line across the bottom of my chin instead of any outstanding blemish. I'm not really self conscious about it, but for some reason I think about it every time Axel is yelling at my face for some reason or another. Marluxia still demands for me to allow him to crack it back open since I ruined his day with Larxene.
I really don't care about his day with Larxene, but if he knew that, I probably wouldn't live to see another day, so I just pretend that his threat really shakes me and watch him prance off happy as a clown. I'm not shaken. Marluxia rarely goes through with his threats against me. Even if he did, I wouldn't be shaken today. I don't have the time or energy to spare on it.
It's Valentine's Day.