From A to Z
Description: This is how Axel views the ABC's.
Disclaimer: My disclaimer, saying I own nothing, followed by a "witty" comment if I did.
A/N: Yeah, I know there's a Riku/Sora ABC thing by Mrs. Paper, but, uh, this is PARTLY original. Nobody owns the ABC's, dammit. This story is strictly AU because dealing with already created characters is hard enough.
A: accident
The sidewalks--even a bit of the streets were paved with people. The rush hour comes fast, but the end is far-off. Horns honking for other drivers to move it along; people muttering quietly on their phone--others merely grumbling silently at how much they hated the limited space between themselves and the other civilians surrounding them. As "lively" as the scene was, very few had "lively" spirits.
This man named Axel, fortunately, was one of those lucky souls. Horns-- he could hear music within them; people on the cell phones--easy evesdropping; and the crabby people? Forget about it. Rush hour, to him, was like a parade. He was on top of the world at the moment, floating on air. If anyone wanted to attempt to dampen his mood, Axel grinned, he'd liked to see them try.
"Get out of the way!" A hand was raised as it forced the red-haired man violently out of the way, bumping into others before falling flat on his rearend.
They had tried and they succeeded.
Axel sat for a moment, not bothering to get up. He sat there, kelly eyes fixed solely on the pavement, then looking up at the greying sky and only one thought had passed by Axel's mind before giving out a sigh.
It's going to rain.
I can't believe how much work I still have left to do--and on a Friday, really! Blonde locks in all directions, mussed up by a hand going through them in a stressful manner. How awful it was to be a college student! This boy, whom, by the writing on the bookbag, his name was Roxas, had a paperback book infront of him, while scribbling down what looked like observations or notes of the sort. Maybe it was for a paper? The answer would be trivial.
"Get out of the way!" Roxas stopped, looking around as if wondering where he was and who most certainly shouted so loudly that it could tear him from his books. He kept walking when he saw that the command wasn't directed at him. Nevertheless, once Roxas put his eyes back on his book, he had tripped (on what, he couldn't tell, his book was in the way) and, on pure reflexes, let go of his book and stuck his hands out to stop his fall.
Axel heard a small yelp when he felt contact with his legs and the "oomph" that followed. He had taken his eyes off the sky and now onto a fellow pedestrian that joined him on the pavement floor. The red head cocked his head to the side, curious to see the face of one who was too distracted to see his legs protruding that could of had a sign, if he liked, that said, "Warning: Long Legs Do Not Trip." Sadly, it wasn't so and instead, here Axel was, with a blonde stranger draped across his legs like a blanket that had missed its target.
Emerald eyes met turquoise as the blonde lifted himself up, staring at Axel as if saying: "What am I doing here and who are you?" His expression was innocent enough, though.
Axel put on a wide smile. "Hello."
It was an accident.