//Hakumei: All right, this if my official Akuroku fanfic…WOOT! This is sort of a one-shot-preview of my Akuroku series. I hope it's good though! Anyways, after this, I'll be making a Rokunami ficcy, and then make the real Akuroku series. Make sure to comment or review//
I always had to wait for him, right outside the station, at exactly 3:00 sharp. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the soft tapping of his feet, running towards me. Every time I heard it, I'd open my eyes, and there he would be, catching his breath in front of me. I smiled, lending him a hand. "Are you ready?" I asked. He looked up, and smiled. If I could, I would've always treasured that smile. It was so warm, so full of life; I wanted to lock in the depths of my heart forever…that is, if I had a heart.
He sat across from me, taking out his notebook, and jotting down some notes. I sighed, wishing he'd put the stupid thing away. Why did he have to do homework on the weekends? Couldn't he just have fun, and not worry about his grades for once? I wondered why this boy was so determined to get out of school.
He looked up from his notebook, smiling, and then returning to his work. I turned away, feeling a blush creeping on my face, and made sure he didn't notice. "Sheesh," He complained, erasing something he had written. "I hate math…none of this makes sense…" He took out another book from his messenger bag, and used it for reference.
I hated train rides. They took too long, and, they made moment's very…awkward…I glanced angrily at the boy, and then to his notebook. I wanted to rip and burn all the pages, and have him all to myself, but in doing so, he'd never talk to me. Again.
"Roxas," I pleaded, hoping this would work. "Just do your homework tomorrow, okay? Today is our day to have fun…please…"
Magically, to my deepest wishes, he put down his pencil and notebook, only to give me a what-are-you-crazy sort-of look. Then, he sighed.
"All right Axel," He said my name with grace and beauty, that I thought he was teasing me. "I guess your right…this is 'our' time." He implied, putting his stuff away.
I was sure he put emphasis on "our" but I decided to leave that thought behind. We both stood up, and walked out of the train, hand in hand.