Beard - someone who dates someone of the opposite sex to cover up their sexuality. Also commonly referred to as a 'cover story.' Is usually a gay male who dates a close female friend, but can also apply to the gender-flipped equivalent.
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They were the perfect couple. The kind that was so perfect, it was unrealistic – the kind of couple that was immortalized forever in the movies.
They had been neighbors since childhood; two adorable kids who had been inseparable from the moment they first met. When high school came around, and he finally confessed his true feelings for her, everyone had seen it coming from a mile away.
Too bad they – they, all of the passerbys and general acquaintances and even their parents – didn't know it was all a lie.
Their relationship, their supposed romantic love, was nothing but a farce.
Roxas thought that it would end once they got out of high school. With the peer pressure gone, she had no reason to stay with him, right?
Naminé was smart, to say the least – in fact, she graduated as a valedictorian. He fully expected her to leave everyone behind, and accept the full ride to Radiant Garden University to further her education and become someone powerful and important – a business woman, maybe, or a lawyer...no, she wouldn't make a very good lawyer.
And yet, here he was, standing at his register in Twilight Town's lone supermarket, reading the text she sent him.
Please buy some eggs so Kairi can make cake! :)
The charade still continued on. The only difference was that, now, two more people were in on it.
K. Be home soon. :D
0 X 0 X 0 X
Roxas wasn't fond of using emoticons (actually, he wasn't really fond of texting in the first place), but he knew that she always smiled whenever he used them. And if it was for Naminé, he'd do anything.
If he had to describe Twilight Town using only one word, it would be sleepy. While the town was beautiful, and it featured a sunset that was even lovelier than one on the beach, it was never bustling with activity. The town itself was fairly small, but since it was built in the suburbs of one of the biggest cities in the country, there were cozy, quaint shops and attractions that gave the town at least a little bit of personality.
Even if all of the residents lived like they were in a constant state of drowsiness.
Despite that, the town never felt empty. Small, yes, and far from bustling, but never empty.
However, in any other town, the supermarket would always be full of people, regardless of the hour. Especially in the late afternoon, when everyone was starting to get off work.
But Twilight Town wasn't just any town, and that translated to the supermarket being almost empty. While that fact made Roxas's job really simple, it also made it really boring. Even though he was the only cashier on duty (Xion, the other cashier and his other housemate, had today off), the flow of people was so little that he had spent a good majority of the day standing at his register playing stupid little games on his phone.
One of the biggest life lessons his job had taught him was how fun Bejeweled could be when you had nothing better to do.
Thanks to the magic of that amazing little game, Roxas somehow managed to avoid dying from boredom by the time his shift ended. He made sure to pick up the eggs – along with a few other things they needed around the house – and 'closed' the store for the night. Granted, all he had to do was flip the sign in the main window from open to closed, but it was still part of his job. There were still other people in the store, but they usually spent the next few hours cleaning, restocking items, and...
...actually, Roxas wasn't entirely sure what they did after he left. Then again, he didn't really care.
The walk home, like normal, was uneventful. Their house was only a short 10 minute walk away from the store, and between himself and his three housemates, they only shared one car. Naminé worked at the local flower shop, which she could walk to, leaving Kairi with control of the car.
Unlike them, Kairi actually attended the community college in Hollow Bastion, plus she co-hosted a radio show on campus.
When Roxas arrived at the front door, he simply twisted the knob, no key necessary. One of the good things about such a sleepy town was that crime was practically nonexistent, and so most people left their houses unlocked.
"I'm home!" He shouted, kicking off his shoes and placing them by the front door, right next to the two (he noticed Xion's shoes were missing – he'd have to ask where she went off to ) other pairs of shoes. Xion insisted on never wearing shoes inside the house, so they wouldn't track dirt in. Nobody really seemed to mind – it just translated into them having to clean the floors less often.
"Welcome home!" Naminé walked out of the kitchen, her hands covered in a light dusting of flour. That didn't stop her from throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. He gladly returned the gesture. She stepped back, gently resting her hands on his shoulders as her eyes traveled down to the bags in his hands.
Her mouth formed a small 'o'. "You got more than just eggs," she observed simply, giving him a curious, questioning look. "Why?"
"We were almost out of a few things." He replied just as simply, the blonde girl trotting at his side as he entered the kitchen.
Kairi was at the stove, lazily stirring the contents of a large pot. Roxas leaned around, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever she was making. One of her favorite things to do was make each night's dinner a surprise (she was the best cook in the house, loved to do it), much to Roxas's chagrin.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, confusion quickly turning to joy as she noticed the bags he set on the counter. "You got coffee, right?" She asked, excitement lacing every single word. He nodded, and her face lit up even brighter. "Oh, good! I used the last of it this morning!"
"And I got French Vanilla creamer, since I know you love it." He said, pulling out the container with a triumphant grin. Kairi nearly squealed in joy, and abandoned the food, leaving Naminé to take her place as the red-haired girl threw her arms around Roxas.
"Roxas, you're the best!" She laughed, and released him, stealing the carton of eggs from the bag and placing it by the lone bowl of flour on the counter. He gave a sheepish grin, slightly uncomfortable with all of the compliments. He was used to the hugs, since Kairi was a very affectionate person and Naminé usually greeted him with a hug and a peck on the cheek out of habit, but he didn't get compliments often.
As Kairi cracked an egg and spilled its contents into the bowl, her smile morphed into a more impish one. "Now, put that stuff away, Roxy," she teased, giggling, "or else you'll have to watch RENT with me and Nami tonight."
"Don't call me that!" He snapped instantly, giving her a glare. She burst into even louder giggles, and even Naminé couldn't help but add a few almost-silent giggles as well. Roxas could tell she was laughing – the way her shoulders shook even though her head was turned away from him was a dead giveaway.
Ever since the girls managed to get him to watch Chicago with them one day, they had all decided it was a good idea to nickname Roxas Roxy. And so they called him that. All of the time.
He had always liked his last name before he had seen that movie – Hart was simple, and it fit him well enough. Now...well, he was kind of nervous about telling his full name to girls. Especially girls who sang, or who were into musical theater.
He hated show tunes, though. Not just Chicago – he had never liked musicals in general, but his deep seated loathing of Chicago was special.
He put away the last of the things, and discarded the bags when it finally clicked. "Wait, so you mean Xion's not coming back tonight?" He asked. "Doesn't she usually watch those dumb movies with you?"
"She'll be out with Demyx and Zexion for most of the night, so it's just the three of us. Kind of like old times, right?" Naminé asked, her voice light and clear as usual. She had a specific lilt to her voice when she was happy – slightly watery, like a creek lazily running over the rocks.
"Did she tell you where she was going?" Kairi asked, her voice slightly tense and wary.
Naminé shook her head. "No. Just that she was going out."
Kairi's shoulders slumped in disappointment, and a large frown crossed her features. She always tried to get closer to Xion, but the girl always kept a wall up around her, one that Kairi couldn't get past.
So, in an attempt to lighten the mood, Roxas decided to make a joke. "Just me and the famous Ayella sisters tonight..." Except he'd be in his room, wasting the night away on his sexy, shiny new laptop. Kairi had helped him buy it when his old one broke a few months back, but he never asked why – she just said that she had some extra money lying around, and he believed her. After all, her radio show payed her well enough.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence before long, one that they were all used to. Roxas leaned up against the counter, Kairi continued to pour ingredient after ingredient into the mixing bowl, and Naminé continued to...stir the mystery contents of the pot.
Finally, it was broken by Kairi. "How does vanilla cake sound tonight? Or does chocolate sound better?" She asked, a small pout on her lips. "Ooor..." she added, hesitantly, "should I try for red velvet? I've never made it before, so I don't know how well it'll turn out."
Roxas hummed in response, at least attempting to put on a facade of caring. He knew the question was directed more towards Naminé, the sweet tooth of the house. He didn't really care one way or the other, to be honest. Cake was cake.
After another brief pause, Naminé spoke. "...try for red velvet," she answered. "You're a great cook. You can do it," she said gently. "I'm sure of it."
Kairi brightened up, and she turned back to her bowl, a new found determined smile on her lips. "You're right. I can do it!" She rummaged through the cabinets, adding a few final ingredients to the mix.
Roxas couldn't help but laugh. She was making such a big deal out of cake.
Just the way he wanted it to be.
0 X 0 X 0 X
After dinner (beef stew; why hadn't he thought of that earlier?) and the required slice of cake, Roxas curled up with his laptop on the couch. The girls had finished watching RENT a long time ago, enabling him to leave his room and slink back down to the living room and claim the couch for himself.
He didn't usually do much, just checked his e-mail and went on some random websites to read random things. He had finally caught up with one of his favorite webcomics, and was now at a loss over what to do next.
Then, somewhere, in the corner of his mind, a small voice told him to check his Facebook. He didn't like the website too much, and had only made a profile on a whim. He hadn't been very close with many people in high school, but after he friended his housemates, requests poured into his inbox.
Some of the people he vaguely recognized, but he never remembered actually talking to most of them. He accepted them anyways, out of apathy more than anything. He didn't go on it enough to care in the first place.
He signed in, only barely remembering the password combination he made up for it. Just as he was accepting more friend requests from people he barely knew and dismissing all of the stupid requests to play Mafia Wars and Farmville and Happy Pets, he heard the door open.
His eyes darted briefly down to the clock on the bright screen – 2 A.M., it read – and then to the door. He watched as Xion kicked off her shoes and stepped into the living room, almost jumping in fright when she noticed him watching her.
It took her longer than usual to recover, but when she did, he patted the edge of the couch, scooting his legs closer to himself to let her sit down. She stayed on the very edge of the furniture, as far away as she could possibly get. Her eyes were darting around, looking at anywhere but him.
There were very visible tear tracks running down her cheeks, and the skin around her eyes was still slightly red and puffy. The usual medium blue of her irises, while always slightly cloudy with something that he could never identify, were darker somehow. Like the clouds had hovered over the light, blocking it out.
He could tell that she had been crying. Hard.
"Xion, are you-" Roxas was cut off by the black haired girl, rapidly shaking her head.
"-don't." She begged, hints of desperation coming through. Her eyes didn't move from their spot on her lap. "Please."
Roxas wasn't good with comforting people at all. So, he did the next best thing he could; he made a joke. "I didn't think you'd be home this late." He said blandly, hoping that she would catch onto it. "Did you go clubbing?"
She smirked at his attempt of a joke. They both knew how much Zexion hated people, and he once said that he'd rather die than go out to some place full of sweaty, horny, drunk idiots. Then again, Xion shared the same views, leaving Demyx as the only one of the trio who would ever want to go clubbing.
"Yeah. We went clubbing, but we had to leave when Demyx tried to stick his tongue down the bartender's throat," she said, playing along with him. Her eyes were starting to lighten back to their usual hue.
"You don't seem very hammered. Lemme guess – you were the designated driver again?"
"Yep." They both laughed, and Roxas couldn't help but glance over. There were bags under her eyes, faint, but noticeable, just like the dried stream of tears. She had been up for a while now, and she'd feel terrible at work tomorrow if she didn't get some sleep.
"Go get some sleep, Xion. Don't you have to work tomorrow?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Shouldn't I be saying the same to you?" She asked back.
He shrugged; she was right, after all. "Yeah. How about this – if you go to sleep, I will too. Deal?"
She considered the possibility for a moment, but then gave him a curt nod. "Alright, but if I find out you lied to me and stayed up for another two hours, tomorrow isn't going to be very fun." She gave him a small smile that concealed her true intentions, and waved. "Night, Roxas." As she climbed up the stairs, he bit the bottom of his lip, trying to figure out if she was just joking or not.
She constantly kept a wall up, and while he could get further past it than most people, he had never broken it all down. Sometimes he wondered what, or who, it would take to finally get past all of her barriers and see the real, unguarded Xion inside.
He looked back down at the screen, and noticed something had changed – a small box had popped up in the bottom corner of the screen.
Aw, it's my favorite cousin!
Larxene, he realized. He hadn't talked to her in a while. She had finally gotten her big acting break, and had spent the last few months...somewhere, shooting...some movie.
With a small smirk, Roxas imagined her talking to him in the teasing, childish tone she always used. Like she was constantly making fun of him. He had gotten used to it, once he learned that she talked to everyone who was under 25 like that.
I'm your only cousin, Larx. He typed back, fingers gliding over the keys.
That's why you're my favorite.
Don't I feel special. After a few moments, another thought came to his head, and he quickly typed it out before she responded. So, what do you want? You would just call me if it was really important.
What, I can't try to have a decent, normal conversation with my family?
He paused, debating about what to type. ...at 2 in the morning?
Maybe it's not 2 in the morning where I am. Maybe it's 7 or 8. You don't know.
But is it 2 in the morning?
...maybe. Your point?
They continued on with the pointless back and forth banter for a little while longer, until finally the clock read 3. If Xion found out he had stayed up so late, she'd be pissed...but this time, he did have an excuse.
Larxene was a good excuse, whether she knew it or not.
He yawned, suddenly realizing how tired he really was. Might as well get to sleep, he figured, and not completely die in the morning.
Hey, I'm gonna get off. Tired.
Wait! The reply was instant, and he obeyed it, idly tapping his fingers on the keyboard as he waited for her to explain herself.
I'm gonna need a place to crash at for a few nights. Mind if I stay with you?
Sure, if you don't mind my housemates.
You mean you're not living with your parents anymore? You're finally becoming a man! I'm so proud of you.
Roxas rolled his eyes. Yeah, I moved out. I doubt they'd mind if you stayed here, but don't you have money for a hotel or something?
Another question nagged at his mind, but he didn't want to ask her. Why did she pick Twilight Town, of all places, to go to? She had only visited a few times before, and she never seemed to like the town all that much. Quiet and sleepy weren't two of Larxene's favorite adjectives.
I think it'd be a good time for us to catch up. And no, I don't mind sleeping on the couch. I'll be rich and famous soon enough, and a few nights on some dingy old couch won't kill me.
He bit his lip. He didn't care, and he doubted the girls would, but at the same time he didn't want to make any rash decisions.
Besides, he was getting really tired.
Idk right now. I'll have to call you tomorrow for a final answer, alright? Night.
He waited for her to type 'night' back to shut the laptop off. Once she did, he set it down on the table and headed up the stairs to the room that he and Naminé shared. He carefully opened the door, leaving it open a crack so a small bit of light could get through, allowing him to see.
He changed quickly, throwing his clothes in the hamper and quietly shutting the door before crawling into bed, submerged in darkness. He could hear the girl's soft breathing next to him, steady and even.
When Xion moved in, Roxas didn't mind giving up his room to share the master bedroom with Naminé. Kairi had volunteered, but nobody really cared either way. When it came down to it, Naminé asked Roxas to stay with her, since it would help cover anything up in case they had people staying over.
The room was always slightly colder than he liked, and in response, he pulled up the blankets higher up and snuggled against Naminé's slender back. She was smaller than him, but she was always warm. He got cold easily, and he always appreciated a warm body.
It didn't take long for him to drift off into sleep, lulled by the steady pattern of his best friend's breathing.
0 X 0 X 0 X
"Roxas, time to get up. You have work in an hour." Naminé said, gently pushing his shoulder back and forth. He opened a single eye, watching the morning light seep into the white room.
However, sleep was the much more favorable option, and he pulled the blanket over his head. "Five more minutes..." he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
That didn't work, sadly enough, as Naminé pulled the blanket off of him with a small laugh. "Oh no you don't." He grumbled, and pulled his pillow over his head, but once he did, she snatched that away from him as well.
"Ugh, Nam...why can't I just sleep in?" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Five minutes won't hurt."
"Because then you'll want five more minutes after that, and five more minutes after that." She replied simply.
He groaned, now awake enough to realize that she was right. Besides, he was too awake (though still not coherent and functioning – no, not until he had his coffee) to fall back asleep.
Naminé had won again, it seemed.
"Alright...fine." He got up, letting her hand him his work clothes before stumbling over to the bathroom to take his morning shower. He finished, got changed, and headed down to the kitchen.
Kairi, Naminé, and Xion (also dressed in her work clothes) sat at the table, busily eating their own breakfasts. He the chair at the far end, and snatched a few pancakes off of the large serving plate in the center. After they had been thoroughly drowned in blueberry syrup, he began to scarf them down.
Kairi made the best pancakes, and Smuckers made the best blueberry syrup. It was a combination made in heaven.
He tuned out of Naminé and Xion's conversation, focusing entirely on his pancake. By the time the first one was gone, though, Roxas remembered his conversation with Larxene the night before.
It'd be the perfect time to tell them about it, since they were all there. "Hey, guys, my cousin's going to be in town for a while. Mind if she stays here?" He asked.
Kairi spoke up first. "I don't, but where is she gonna sleep at?" She asked anxiously.
Panic flashed briefly across Naminé's eyes, and her grip on her silverware tightened until her knuckles turned white. Roxas gave her a small, comforting smile, hoping that she would understand that it'd be okay.
Larxene would never have to know, he tried to silently tell her. She nodded, numbly, and returned to her pancakes without a word.
"She wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch," Roxas finally said, glancing over at the red-haired girl. She never gave Naminé a single glance, so he guessed he was the only one who noticed her reaction.
"She doesn't?" Xion asked, thoughtfully tapping her chin. "I don't mind if she stays with us, I guess."
"Are you sure?" Kairi asked worriedly, stabbing her pancake with her fork. "I'll give up my bed if I need to. I don't mind sleeping on the couch."
"Nah." Roxas dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "You don't have to. Larxene can be a bitch, but she's not a spoiled brat."
"Larxene...?" Naminé said slowly, testing out the name on her tongue. She tilted her head, and closed her eyes. "It's a pretty name." She concluded.
"If she's a bitch, then do you even like her?" Kairi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You get used to her after a while." Roxas said, shrugging. "As long as you don't let her words get to you, you'll get along fine."
"I think it'll be fun," Naminé smiled softly. She was met with three pairs of eyes, all sharing the same confused look, and her smile grew. "She sounds a little like my friend Marluxia."
"You mean your fruit of a boss?" Xion asked, stifling a small laugh. Roxas chuckled – for crying out loud, the man owned a flower shop, and he had long pink hair. Everything about him screamed 'fruit.'
Naminé's eyes flashed a darker shade of blue for a moment, and Roxas could tell that she was slightly offended. Marluxia was her friend, after all, fruit or not. She hid the look under another smile, though, and nobody but him caught on to her mask. "Yes, him."
"When she gets here, maybe we should introduce them!" Kairi suggested. Naminé nodded, apparently liking the idea.
Roxas, meanwhile, shifted uneasily in his seat. While Larxene wouldn't butt heads with Naminé, she might trample all over the poor girl given the chance.
Which led him to the next question – if Marluxia was apparently like Larxene, then what kind of people did sweet, innocent little Naminé talk to?
The possibilities scared him.
0 X 0 X 0 X
"So, can I stay with you or not?" Larxene's impatient voice came through the other end of Roxas's cellphone, coming loud and clear through the tiny speakers. He had...well, put her on speaker, so on their walk to work Xion could understand a little about his cousin.
"Yeah. Nobody minds." He said, glancing over to the girl next to him. She was staring at the phone, dark eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He decided against asking her about it, though – she usually didn't give an answer when someone asked her a question.
"Good. I'll be there..." She paused, and he heard the faint sound of things being thrown around in the background, standing out harshly against the peaceful silence of the town around him. "...tonight."
"So soon?"
"You got a problem with it?" She teased, a biting tone in her voice. When she wanted to, Larxene could bite – hard. But there was a slight difference to this bite. It was more of a playful nip than a harsh bite.
"Maybe." He replied, smirking. Xion huffed in amusement, but stayed silent.
"Oh, you little lair. Telling me that I can only to go back and say that I can't." She laughed. "You're a true Hart."
They stopped in front of the suprmarket. Xion nudged him gently, and he got what she was trying to say. "Sorry Larx, but I have to go. Can't talk on the phone at work."
He heard the frown in her voice. "Oh, fine. I'll text you when I'm about to leave, but I should be there around 6. See ya." She hung up, and Roxas put his phone to sleep and he slipped it into his pocket.
Xion walked in first, making sure to change the small sign to open. Every other store had some fancy neon sign, and yet here they were, the only supermarket in town, still using a small old-fashioned flip sign.
Maybe the town was simply too drowsy to want to upgrade into the modern era.
Thankfully, days when he and Xion shared a shift went by much faster than usual. The traffic was as slow as normal, but whenever a customer or one of their superiors weren't lurking around, he'd sneak over to her register, sit down on the small counter where the paper bags were, and chat.
Roxas wasn't one for wasting words, but neither was Xion. It was a normal occurrence for them to fall into silence, broken only when one of them voiced a stray thought.
Once or twice, the resident hardass and assistant manager, a blue-haired man named Saix, would walk by. Whenever he did, Roxas would dart back to his register, and at least make it look like he was doing something more productive than staring at the ceiling. Usually that translated to him breaking stray change rolls, and when he glanced over to Xion, he saw her doing the same thing.
The second he was out of view, Roxas would drop the charade and go back to his friend.
As long as they didn't get caught, they'd be fine. If they did get caught, then...
...well, he had only met their boss, Xemnas, a few times, but stories and rumors constantly went around about the man. His favorites were that he ate puppies and believed that the moon was really a god. (Xigbar, one of the higher ups, had a habit of making up weird stories. He was interesting, but a bit crazy. Roxas usually tried to stay away from him.)
Still, the saner members warned Roxas and Xion against ever getting of the boss's bad side, and they listened.
Their shift finally ended, and they both left at the same time. The sun had already set, leaving the last rays of twilight to light up the sky, dying it orange and blue. Roxas looked up, and watched as a cloud lazily rolled by.
He snickered quietly. Even the weather matched the mood of the town.
"Tomorrow's Saturday - your day off. What are you planning on doing?" Xion asked, casting a sideways glance at the blond.
He shrugged. "The usual. Have Kairi drag me out somewhere to hang out with her friends." Kairi didn't host her radio show on the weekends, nor did she have any classes.
And as for Roxas...well, his only real friends were his housemates. Unlike Kairi, he wasn't exactly the most social person.
That didn't stop her from dragging him out to meet new people. He didn't like most of her friends, but there was one group he was okay with. A trio of people he had talked to once or twice in high school – Hayner, Pence, and Olette. Olette and Pence were pretty cool, but Hayner was kind of a dick. As long as he wasn't being a total showoff, Roxas could deal with him.
Which meant that Kairi would probably gather them all together tomorrow.
Xion giggled softly. "Sounds fun. If you really don't want to, why don't you just stay with Naminé?"
"She has work tomorrow." He pointed out. "Did you forget?"
Xion's eyes widened, and she looked away in embarrassment. "Uh...yeah. Oops."
Roxas shrugged halfheartedly, and the pair fell into another silence. He expected it to last the rest of the way home, but after a few moments, Xion spoke again.
Her voice was hushed and low, and her eyes constantly darted about, checking for others. "Roxas...are you happy like this?"
"What do you mean?" He questioned back, loud and piercing compared to her's.
Her voice quieted down to a whisper. "You know...being in your..." she paused, struggling for the right word, "...relationship with Naminé."
Ah. So that's why she was being so quiet. His voice dropped to the same level as hers, but his reply was even and level. Emotionless. "It's what I have to do."
"But are you happy?" Her eyes narrowed, yet they shone with concern.
He shrugged again. His happiness wasn't really something he had bothered to think about. "I'm...content."
"Even if you end up dragging this on for four more years? Would you still be content after ten?" She wasn't trying to bother him, or rile him up. She wasn't even upset. Just genuinely curious.
"If it meant protecting Naminé, then yeah."
Xion bit her lip, struggling to find a reply. She abandoned the idea, and they sank into another silence.
He returned his gaze up to the sky, and watched the lone cloud, purple and orange, slowly meander its way through the air.
Sleepy and slow, just like the town.
Just like his life.
And honestly, he liked it that way.
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I have a lot of stories to finish, and yet here I am, starting another one. Oh, me. xD Except this one is actually going to be a shipping fic, among other things. :3 But really, it's just an excuse so I can finally write some romance.
Yes, there are major Namixas moments...everywhere. It's part of the story. Just grin and bear it, kay? Even if you don't like the pairing. Hell, I've never been able to write decent Namixas. They're cute together, but I don't know how to mesh their personalities. D: Grr.
The relationship between Roxas and Naminé is...difficult to explain. Just how far it goes...well, that's where that lovely saying "show, don't tell" comes in. And yes, this fic is paced fairly slowly. I want it to be that way, though. This isn't some action thriller where buildings explode and there are attractive women needing to be saved. As Roxas would say, it's sleepy, kind of like the town itself.
And no, AkuRoku and Larxiné will not be the only pairings included in this fic. Some will be more prominent than others, but I think I have a good idea of who is going with who. And yay yuri. You know what the KH fandom doesn't have enough of? Yuri. It needs moar.
Also I find this funny because here I am, a straight girl, complaining about the lack of yuri. I'm not into the smut (ew I'm not into the smut period) but romance is romance, no matter what gender. :3 I hope you liked this beginning, and reviews are always appreciated. Granted, since this offends both the het shippers AND a good chunk of the yaoi fans who hate yuri, I doubt I'll get any! LOL :D Admit it - most of you clicked on the title just because you were all "lolwtf why is it called beards?"
I should shut up now. So I will. Long A/N is long enough.