Okay, this is just an on-going story of Kingdom Hearts drabbles. Many pairings apply. Depends on my mood.
It was raining again, in the World That Never Was, not that it surprised Roxas, as he stood on Memory's Skyscraper. The sky's tears fell, almost as if it pitied the Nobodies that lived beneath it for their lack of emotions. His black leather cloak was slick with water—he'd been there for a while now, his cold blue eyes roaming the darkened city, only illuminated by old neon signs that flickered and the shine from the large Kingdom Hearts.
The boy sighed, his breath leaving his lips almost noiselessly. Even the rain could hardly block out the deafening silence—where was that red head? Wasn't he supposed to meet him on the tower by now?
"Axel," The way the blonde whispered the name—as if he had a heart. His fingers curled into fists in his leather gloves, the frown on his face deepening, ever so slightly. "Where are you?"
As if on cue, the swirling woosh of a portal alerted him to his visitor, and Roxas whirled around, to find the Flurry of Dancing Flames standing there, with that playful smile of his. "Miss me, Roxas?" He asked cockily, striding toward the boy.
"You're late," The blonde chided, but his frown turned into a smile. The Key of Destiny met the green-eyed man halfway, wrapping his arms around the other's thin waist.
"I know, I'm sorry, man," The Fire-user replied, rolling his eyes. "Xemnas wanted to talk to me about something. No biggie." He ruffled the teen's hair and laughed.
"About what?" XIII looked up at him—with those dark, blue eyes.
Axel shook his head and averted his gaze. Those eyes… The red head couldn't lie to them. "Nothing you need to worry about, Roxas," He leaned down and kissed the blonde, hoping to distract his thoughts from Xemnas's orders.
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