A/N: This collection was written originally in the course of two days due to the nagging of my friends who insisted I write as quickly as possible and then complain that the one-shots sounded rushed. So, I'll revise each story as I go and hopefully post a new one every week. Just be comforted in the fact that me finishing this shouldn't be much of a problem, even for me. I shouldn't have to say this, but for those people who don't catch on to things, none of these one-shots are related.
Name: Pencil Power
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Naminé was drawing and doing her best at trying to ignore Axel, for if Axel hindered her progress, it would be she who would suffer. Axel seemed to be enjoying making it harder for her today, though.
"Would you stop breathing down my neck?" Naminé pleaded forcefully, bringing her shoulder blades closer together in a vain attempt to shield her spinal cord from Axel's abnormally warm breath.
"No," Axel answered dryly, pulling the back of her sundress closer to him and breathing straight down Naminé's spine.
"You're gonna be sorry," Naminé warned, keeping her ground and fighting to calm herself down.
"Yeah, because you're just so super frightening."
Naminé twirled out of her seat gracefully and proudly stated, "You betcha."
She put her notebook in front of her so that Axel had a clear view of what she had been sketching the whole of the time Axel had been aggravating her. After seeing Axel lose all composure in his face, Naminé continued with an explanation of what made her frightening: "The whole time you were bugging me, I was drawing a trap. You were completely unaware that I had left you one pencil-stroke away from being forced to make up to me in the harshest proportions."
"You wouldn't," Axel assured himself, almost too quietly for Naminé to hear.
"Try me," Naminé challenged, putting a peach-colored pencil against the sketchbook.
"You won't," Axel said, coming close to being a demand.
"Is that a command?"
Naminé made a small mark on the paper and used her powers in a way that the scene she had spent all day drawing occurred the very moment after she had finished the last mark. Axel was completely helpless as the drawing forced him to press his lips up against Naminé's. A gesture that made up for all the times he wouldn't let Naminé concentrate on her work.
The Next Day
Marluxia inspected the room in which Naminé was to return to in a few minutes to continue working. Seeing Naminé's notebook open and face down on the floor, he decided to be kind for a change and put it neatly on her chair, when he couldn't help but give into the temptation of seeing what she had drawn last. Meaning at first to take a quick peek, his mind boggled as he gazed upon the picture of Axel and Naminé kissing.
"I need to find Naminé a new guard," he muttered to himself, setting the sketchbook gently on the chair.
