Okay. So, starting today, June 16th 2009, I'll be working on a challenge of 100 fan fics based on Sora and Roxas.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sora or Roxas, though I wish I did because they are just too sweet…. Anyways, enjoy and tell me what you think. Well, only if you want to. Don't want to force people to reply or anything….
Prompt- Introductions
"Commercial still life photography is the depiction of inanimate subject matter involving the idealization of a consumer product, making it an object of desire for the viewer. For this assignment create and shoot an organic composition with a neutral focus of attention on the subject. The work can show great benefits with the use of a tripod that allows various slow shutter speeds and smaller apertures-"
With a heavy sigh a young man pushed his assignment sheet back into his bag, carefully maneuvering his legs to keep himself from tipping over. Really, the blonde had no idea what his instructor was thinking. How in the world was a novice supposed to understand that… photography mumbo jumbo? Neutral focus, apertures? The instructions might as well have been written in Latin.
Luckily, with the use of the wonderful thing called a dictionary (and with the help of the person manning the technical equipments desk in the library), the teen was able to get the things he needed to "successfully" create his composition; leaving him feeling a bit… overweight. Here he was, standing in the middle of a crowded train (during rush hour of all times), carrying at least what felt like an extra twenty extra pounds. This was not what he signed up for. Weight lifting just wasn't his thing; hence his more slender body structure. Not that he wasn't toned or anything-
Ah, forget it. The blonde knows he could use a bit of muscle definition (Not to mention catching some sun for his complexion wouldn't hurt either). He was just too lazy to actually build the muscles. In fact, his laziness was the whole reason why he was in this situation.
When initially registering for Introductory Photography, the teen thought it'd be an easy grade. Get a camera, point and click. But no, not only do you need a camera; it has to be one of those top notch ones that nearly cost you a house to buy, twice as much if you break it. That, and you need a tripod, a case for the extendable lenses (you know, the ones that makes things go really clear close up but extremely blurry in the back), a case for the bounce flash, another case for the different lens that tint your picture different wonky colors-
His train of thought was broken when the train in reality jolted as it came to another stop, giving the blond near heart attack as he was bumped and jostled by the crowd. With all these cases on his person he felt like a ticking time bomb. One false move and he'd be in debt until he was 50. An exaggeration but hey, what ever seems to fit.
With a lurch the train continued forward, the motion catching the male off guard. As he swayed he felt a pair of hands help steady him from behind; one against his hip while the other rested against the small of his back. 'Bad touch!' He thought to himself as panic swelled within him. 'Bad touch, bad touch-'
"Are you alright?" With a slight turn of the head, azure eyes met cerulean and the panic lit itself into a spark within the pit of the blonde's stomach. He was… rendered speechless. There was so much emotion in these eyes, much more than the boy thought that he himself had ever expressed in a life time. This intense gaze never wavered from his own, and it took a moment before the blond realized that the other was waiting for an answer other than a gawking expression.
"Umm... Yeah. Thanks..." He shifted awkwardly in his place in the crowd. What else was there to say? Oh, sorry for nearly crushing you with all this equipment but its required you know, since I need it to pass a class that I know nothing about and took only because it was either this or Calculus. That sounded totally not… dim witted at all. Note the sarcasm…
Carefully his gaze moved towards his 'savior'. Dark unruly hair, chestnut in color, somewhat tanned and supple looking skin, a strong looking jaw, and the brightest blue eyes that he had ever seen. But those all those other features were out dazzled when the brunette offered him a smile before moving over in the seat (sorry, make that seats) he occupied. "How about sitting down for a bit. You look like you're about to keel over any moment." A slight laugh bubbled from the stranger's lips while he made the offer and the blonde found that his eyes couldn't move away from them.
His breath was lost. Heart, pounding. His pulse, quickening. 'Aren't these the stereotypical symptoms of love,' the blonde asked himself as he took the seat, cautiously shifting the cases to be comfortable. 'Heck, I think even my palms are getting sweaty.' It's not that he believed that he couldn't fall for the other boy it's just that this was—too soon, too sudden. Not love. More like an…
Introduction.
Yeah. That was a word that fit. The blonde turned his head slightly, catching another glance of the brunette as his thoughts collided. The rays of the slowly dying sun were caught in his dark hair, his expression showing that he was slowly dozing off in his seat. It was kind of… cute. Yeah. This wasn't love but it was, I guess, a kind of fancy…
Time passed and the hustle and bustle slowly died down. When the brunette's breathing became a bit deeper the blonde shuffled through his parcels and, as quietly as he could, took out his camera. He made sure the flash was off. He added on the extendable lens. He steadied the focus on his subject's face. He pressed the button.
The other was organic, captured attention; an object of desire.
He deemed the picture as perfect even before the shutter closed. He had been lucky. The train was virtual empty now. No one was really paying attention to see him take the picture. And it wasn't like anyone else would see it… It had just been an impulse. He'd hand in a whole stack of different images for his assignment. No need to worry about that.
The blonde stood up when he noticed they were nearly arriving at his stop. All his things were safe and in place. He stole another look at the sleeping boy, a tiny cant-be-helped smile on his lips as he gazed at the other.
"I'm Roxas," he whispered before he quietly chuckled to himself. Introducing himself now was a pointless gesture. The boy wasn't even awake to hear him. The train came to a stop. He stepped off the train and onto the platform. But before he could proceed further a murmur caught his ear, causing him to turn in surprise. As the doors slid close azure eyes met cerulean. The other was watching him, a knowing smile on his lips as the train jolted and pulled away. The blonde couldn't breath, his face flushed in utter embarrassment. He quickly turned and hurried out of the train station. This feeling… it wasn't love; at least… not yet.
His heart was racing as he ran. His pulse was drumming wildly against his skin.
His face was on fire.
He slammed his door shut with a bang before his legs gave out from under him, his hands covering his ever reddening face. Thoughts washed over him, taunting him about the train station and that knowing smile. That boy--
That boy…
"I'm Sora."
Slowly he peeked from between his fingers, a slight frown on his lips. He was being stupid…
... How totally uncool...