Oneshot 2: Arrested

Summary: Sora and Roxas play cops and robbers. Who will have the last word in an argument for freedom or captivity? Warning for weird innuendos and language.


"Sora, you are under arrest." Roxas' commanding voice goes, harshly tugging on the back of Sora's uniform shirt to keep him from slipping away any further.

And slip away, Sora does. Or at least, he tries to. He may run really fast, but the ground they were standing on is too slippery for him to make a forcible escape.

"Come on, Sora. Give it up," Roxas says again. "You know the rules. Once you're caught, well... you're caught. No amount of trying to get away is going to save you now. Unless of course, you're lucky enough to get bailed."

"Oh, I'll try!" the brunette snaps back. They were only five minutes into the game and yet he'd completely let his guard down and fallen into the hands of one Roxas Strife. So unfair.

Lunchtime at Destiny Regional College has got sixteen-year-old Sora in a game of cops and robbers with his group of friends. It's sunny outside for a change; not like the past two or three days of fleeting spring rain and chilly winds. Upon finishing their meals, both Kairi and Axel proposed they start the silly elementary game, because what else was there to do to kill time besides studying or sitting around gossiping about other students?

"Axel, Olette, Roxas and I will be cops." the red-haired girl announced matter-of-factly. "That leaves Hayner, Pence, Riku, Xion and Sora to be our targets."

"I'd like to participate too!" Naminé offered. "We should move towards the sports field and make that our game border. We can make the basketball court our jail cell."

Pence nodded, contributing to that idea. "How about one of the cricket courts instead? It's fenced up. You don't want to give us criminals more space to run around and save our comrades, right?"

"Deal. Naminé, come join us at the cops side. If we capture every single one of you robbers before lunch ends, it's a swap-over!"

...

Such a shame that Sora had to get caught so quickly. He even had a plan of action in his head— he would make a beeline for the trees bordering the entire field and hide there, but of course his blonde boyfriend would be hot on his heels. Heck, he'd been shooting Sora weird looks since this morning's Geography class! He did try to confront the former about it, but like the irritating prick Roxas was sometimes, he had simply shrugged it off.

"Oi. Sora. Move it," the blonde nags haughtily, even going as far as to bind his hands behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

"Okay, okay! I'm moving!" Sora hisses. "Geez, what kind of game are you playing now? Reading me my rights and actually arresting me. You're not funny, Roxas."

...No response.

For the rest of the time walking from the far side of the field to their designated cricket court, they both don't say a word.


Pence is a darn blood traitor. The guy's deviously crazy to even suggest they use a cricket court as a jail cell. The fence is practically inpenetrable! Once he and Roxas are within its vicinity, the blonde mercilessly pushes him in and joins Axel in guarding the entrance. Sora isn't confident he'll be leaving his spot anytime soon, so he sits himself down and glares at the backs of his captors.

"Yeah, we got one! Justice prevails!" Axel grins, giving his friend a quick high-five.

"He wasn't exactly hard to catch. Sora's a major slowpoke."

Axel furrows his brows at that. Oh? That's a funny thing to say, considering Sora's the agile one in their group. He doesn't know what's currently going on between them nor does he want to pry, so instead the redhead replies with, "Hey Rox, mind if you stay here and watch? I saw Riku heading towards the gym. I'll cover you later."

"Sure."

Oh great. Axel leaving means more alone time with the blonde devil himself. Rolling his eyes in boredom, Sora attempts to grab at a nearby pebble so he could fiddle with it.

Or maybe throw it at Roxas. Heh.

.

.

.

Yeah, he liked that idea better.

"Ugh... This sucks!" the brunette shouts exasperatedly. "If I had known I'd be spending a majority of my lunchtime captive in a cricket court with a babboon acting as my guard, I'd have stayed in the canteen to order more food instead!"

"You commit a crime, you do the time," Roxas turns around and snorts at him. "You should know that, prisoner."

"You're being a huge arsehole to me right now, damn it." the boy counters. "It's just too bad you're standing over there and I'm right over here. Why don't you come in so I can beat the jerk out of you, hmm? Bet that'd teach you."

Unfortunately, Roxas isn't falling for the facade. "And let you find an opening so you can escape? Yeah, not a chance."

"Bastard."

"...Slowpoke."

"Wanker."

"So are you. Not my fault you got caught, Sora. So why don't you keep the salt in and shut up?"

Oh, so this is one of THOSE arguments, huh? Sora shuts his eyes and tries to calm down, but it's evident that he's already infuriated. On top of his unwanted, douchebaggy moments, Roxas would frequently pick fights just to see who among them was the wittier individual. The brunette's proud to say he's won a fair number of them, but with his lack of practice recently, this one could go either way.

The next words to spill from his mouth are enough to let Roxas know that he's accepted the challenge.

"Actually, it is your fault I got caught. And I guess you wanted that, didn't you, Roxas? You like seeing me antsy and locked up? Justice my arse."

Roxas doesn't even bat an eyelash. "Sure, you just tell yourself that. If I had it my way, you'd be spending the rest of your DAY in this cricket court. How sad that your robber friends don't even give a crap about you enough to save you out of this mess. Pity."

Sora growls, "Shouldn't I be getting a trial first? You can't lock me up if I haven't made a plea deal! No one's found me guilty of anything so there!" HAH! How is Roxas going to weave himself out of that?

"Oh, but you forget, Sora. It takes time for a criminal to get a trial date. They have to stay incarcerated and wait in jail for that trial to come by. Sometimes they wait for months. Worst case scenario: they wait for years. And given the severity of your crime, I hope they seek the death penalty."

Death for metaphorically robbing some stuff? What kind of twisted psyche does this cop have?

Sora turns to face the opposite way to hide the fact that he'd been hurt a little by Roxas' comment. The way the cerulean-eyed teen had said it was so cold, it was almost believable. "Wow. You've done your fair share of criminal studies, haven't you, Officer? I wonder why that is? Experience, perhaps?"

"Knowledge, Sora. Which I know you don't have plenty of."

"And what makes you think that? Have you been studying my every move? Do you watch me when I eat, when I sleep or when I shower? You sick voyeur."

Finally for the first time that day, Roxas reacts to Sora's retorts by narrowing his eyes. He enters the court and grabs Sora's shoulders, forcing the brunette to face him. Immediately, the older teen notices something is off, and the next thing he says is in a hushed tone, "You're notorious, Sora Leonhart. You should be lucky someone as beautiful as me was left in charge. Don't worry. I won't do anything stupid so don't get your hopes of escaping up. You're stuck with me."

That was Roxas' way of saying, "Sorry for being an ignorant bastard, don't be mad, I'm just teasing". Wow, so now he's apologizing? They've been together for so long that they can read each other between the lines, so when one of them says something, they actually mean something else. The azure-eyed teen scrunches his nose and refuses to meet Roxas' gaze.

"Didn't answer my question, tsk. You think just because you're hot I'll be a good boy and stay in this jail cell to stare at you?"

"...Precisely?"

"You flatter yourself. There are more beautiful things out there in the world besides you, you know."

Roxas raises a brow, obviously unconvinced. "Oh yeah? I dare you to name one."

"Well, for instance, the sky is more beautiful than you."

Sora almost breaks character to snicker at the incredulous look his boyfriend is wearing. Over the latter's shoulder, he spots Axel rounding up a retaliating Riku and more of his teammates attempting to dodge Kairi and Olette's advances.

"Aren't you cheeky." Roxas takes a step back, fixing his fringe in the process. "I'll let you have this argument, Sora, but you're still not escaping this jail cell so easily. Although..."

"...Although?" the blue-eyed brunette asks.

"Perhaps I can be bribed. If you really want to leave that badly, you have to return to me what you've stolen, you thief."

"Really? And what exactly is it that I stole, Of-fi-cer?" Sora knows he hasn't actually taken anything. They were playing a game, for god's sake! A game that seems to be ending soon as Olette, Naminé and Kairi approach the court with a finally captured Hayner, Xion and Pence.

Almost climactically, Roxas answers him with, "You stole my heart. A very, very long time ago, that was now. And I want it back. That alone deserves corporal punishment at the highest of stakes." Agile or not, Sora's too slow to push the blonde away when he leans forward once more, pecking him sweetly on the cheek.

Axel needn't worry about the two weirdos in the first place. He escorts Riku inside the cricket court, both their gazes averted while the boys flirt in front of them so shamelessly.

"W-Well... in that case! Y-You should be in j-jail too!" is Sora's best and voice-faltering response. "Give me back my heart too! Oi, don't walk away from me now, Roxas! HEY!"

Sora, zero. Roxas, one. It seems Sora should really be practicing his comeback game. He'll never know when he needs it.


Chii: I whipped this up purely because I love puns and witty dialogue ahaha *pats self on back*