Bunny here, presenting to you Bored and Gorgeous; an intimate AkuRoku drabble (rating may change later on, depending on how frisky I'm feeling).

Yes, you have read correctly, a drabble! Now, for those of you who have graciously followed every fanfiction that I have written and posted on this site (yeah, I know no one has), you will also know that I have never tried my attempt at a drabble. I've read over a hundred well constructed ones, however, and I hope that will be enough experience for me to attempt writing one myself. There is no "LiveJournal" challenge that inspired this (I have no idea, in fact, what LJ actually is...); merely my muse who I found sitting behind my desk. Therefore, this drabble will be amature. However, in order to also make this drabble appear to be more realistically written, I will make a note at the bottem of each added drabble of what had inspired me to write it. I think that's fair enough.

Author's Note: This drabble was written for you. Oh, and I will strive for it to be under 600 words at all times. And also, I'll try to do something I've never tried to do before--update every day. It should be easy, since it's a drabble...right?

Bored and Gorgeous
An AkuRoku Drabble

Enjoy, if you can
x)


Curiosity

Roxas was always a very curious kid, wanting to know and experience everything because he, well, was just very curious. He wondered why his eyes were as blue as the skies when his parents both had eyes as milky and dark as chocolate. He wondered why he couldn't remember much of his childhood, and he wondered about the origins of the light scar on his left side of his body—the one that stretched from the pit of his arm and curved around to his ribs. He wondered why he felt so utterly incomplete, like he was missing a very big, significant part of his life. He wondered why his parents would always smile and were quick to change the subject, distracting him whenever he asked about it.

But most of all, Roxas was curious about the faded and crumpled picture he found hidden under a wooden floor board at the bottom of his closet—a picture of him and an older boy with an excited grin and piercing eyes. He turned the picture around and inspected the back of it.

Roxas and…

He squinted at the second name, feeling his head start to pound and sweat beginning to coat his forehead.

Forever.

Roxas was very much curious about who Axel was.


Note: This drabble was inspired by the word "Picture."

212 word count. I really did count each word, because I forgot to word count it on Word Document. Go ahead and prove me wrong.