Not everything in life comes in black and white. Axel x Roxas
This has multiple side pairings as well, but they don't have a big part in the story. Lols. Have a good read.
Hey guys, I just thought I should tell you that I'm not gonna include review replies in the chapters anymore, so that way, you can skip right on ahead to the story! But, that doesn't mean I won't reply! (Smiles)
"I swear! I'm telling you! He was in color!" the red head cried out to his friends who continued to laugh at him as they sat on the stools around the bar area.
"What color was he then?" the boy who was sitting beside him with a strange haircut of mixed mullet and mohawk asked incredulously as he brought the beer bottle up to his lips and drank from it.
"I don't know what color he was!" he cried out before harshly whispering to his group of so-called friends, "I'm colorblind you retard." He smacked the dirty haired blond on the head who snorted into his drink.
He wiped off the beer that dripped off his chin with the back of his hand as he tried to hold back another laugh, "Hey, I'm not the one pretending to see color here." He reached over to a bowl of peanuts in front of the red head, plucked one up and popped it into his mouth. "Mm…Toasted peanuts." He commented idly as he reached over for another one.
After he finished sputtering indignantly, he found his voice again, "But it's true! I saw him, I did!" he tried to convince them, "He was bright, like…" he tried to think of a good example, "Like the sun! Or something like that…" he finished lamely.
"So, this guy was yellow then?" the dirty haired blond asked as he popped another peanut into his mouth along with another sip of beer while another guy with a ponytail snorted out in guffaws.
The red head glared at his laughing friend, "Maybe…I don't know what yellow looks like." He mumbled out, feeling a little bit ashamed that his friends didn't believe him.
But he knew what he saw. The kid was in color. He'd swear and hope to die. But he still wanted to see the kid first.
He hadn't been able to see any color for as long as he could remember, maybe 15 years or so.
He sighed as he turned around using the swivel bar stool and tried looking around for something that resembled the boy he saw.
There wasn't any color in sight. As far as his eyes could see.
Nothing other than black and white and shades of gray.
"Dude, you can't even tell the difference between red and green." The one with the long ponytail snorted as he took another gulp of his beer.
The red head scowled.
"Or hot pink with dark blue." The dirty haired blond snickered behind his hand and avoided another blow to the head.
The red head was tempted to pick up the stool that was screwed to the floor to hit his best friend over with.
"Or dark purple with black." The boy with blue hair spoke as he gingerly held onto a full bottle of beer.
The red head almost threw his beer bottle at him but opted for a different approach, "Hey I didn't know eggplants were that color ok?!" he glared at he pointed at them. "Any colorblind person wouldn't be able to tell unless somebody told them so." He spoke as he spun around and rested his arms on the bar table.
"Yes, yes Axel. We're sorry." The dirty haired blond apologized as he swung an arm across the said person's shoulder.
He scoffed, "Like fuck yeah, you're sorry." He muttered out with distaste in his words as he brought the beer bottle up to his lips and drank over half of the bottle away.
"I was just playing with you Axel, I believe you, really I do."
"Yeah, sure Demyx, sure." He scoffed again as he finished the rest of his drink and ordered another one.
Guess he'll be the first to walk out of the bar piss-ass drunk because he was depressed and needed a pick-me-up.
Or because he was crazy enough to think he saw color. Or stupid enough to think that his friends would really believe what he saw.
One of the options stated above.
As he brought the second bottle of beer up to his lips, he wondered if he'll ever see that boy again.
After the blond dropped his books off at his locker, he proceeded to walk through the crowd of students to get to his destination across the road.
The park.
It wasn't a big park, but it wasn't small either. It had a spacious feeling but it could get over-crowded with many people at certain times of the day.
Student in their free time usually go there to relax for a while before their next class, socialize with friends, or do their work in the sun because the library and computer rooms were booked and crowded.
On the way to the park, he spotted a few of his friends sitting around the benches that were situated every few meters or so. He wondered how much the university spent on those.
'No wonder the fees are going up every year.' He sighed internally as he walked over to them, there was still about five minutes left before he had to meet up with his friend.
One of them spotted the blond, "Yo Roxas! Did you just finish class?" the boy with the dirty blond hair slicked back with gel waved at him.
"About half an hour ago, I was in the library just now."
They laughed at him, "Man, you are such a nerd."
"Shut up Hayner, at least I'm getting good grades."
"What are you trying to say?" he sneered at him half heartedly.
"Nothing, nothing." He grinned and raised his hands in defense, "Anyways, what are you guys up to?"
The brunette girl tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear, "Oh nothing much, you know us, just lazing around." She waved her hands from side to side.
The boy with the black hair and band around his head licked his ice cream and suddenly remembered, "Oh, Hayner wants to go play pool later on, do you wanna join us?"
Olette clapped her hands, "Oh, that'll be awesome, instead of just us three, we can pair up!"
"Yeah, that's a good idea, unless Roxas has to meet up with his girlfriend again." The dirty haired blond smirked.
"She's not my girlfriend." He frowned a little at that comment.
"Then say you'll join us for a game of pool."
"I have to meet up with a friend in like…two minutes or something."
"Yeah," he scoffed as he rolled his eyes, "Your girlfriend you mean."
"Shut up Hayner." He scowled halfheartedly as he walked away, "Maybe next time." He waved at them and started for the park.
He reached his destination within a minute and saw a blonde girl standing by the sign that said 'Twilight Park' and called out her name, "Namine!" the said person turned around, smiled and waved.
He felt his heart go a-flutter as he fastened his pace to catch up to her, "Hey, have you been waiting long?" he asked as he stood in front of her.
"Nope, I just got here." She tucked a bit of her blonde hair behind her ear and pointed down the pathway leading out of the park, "Shall we go?"
"Usual place?"
"Of course." She smiled as they walked together, "How was class?"
"Oh, you know, the usual." He waved off the comment, "What about yours?"
"I've got an assignment to do, it's due in two weeks." She sighed as he tucked behind her blonde hair which keeps on slipping off its hold.
"Oh dammit, I've got an assignment due in two weeks too. I can't believe I forgot." He smacked his forehead as they walked, the blonde laughed at him. "I'll get it started tonight."
"Good. I know how much of a procrastinator you are." She giggled behind her hand.
"It was just that one time Namine!" he cried out with exasperation, "Will I never live that down?"
"Not for as long as I remember." She laughed while the blond half heartedly grumbled his displeasure.
Well into his fourth beer, the red head started to felt a little better. In the way that he couldn't care less about what's happening around him right now.
His senses were a little hazy but he still had a good idea of what's going on. He vaguely noticed that the bowl of peanuts in front of him were empty, save for a few crumbs and pieces.
Demyx, somewhere to his right, was trying to coax Zexion to drink another bottle of beer even though he insisted that one was already enough.
The red head brought his beer bottle to his lips and almost cracked his teeth on it when somebody gave him an all-too-hearty pat on the back.
"Ah Axel, don't tell me you're still sour about what happened eh?"
The said person turned to the other with the long ponytail, he decided not to give an answer.
"You're such a pansy." He snorted as he took the seat to the left of the red head. "Ok, so what. You see color from this kid, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I wanna talk to him. I wanna see him again. I wanna know why he's so special." He sighed, that boy had been the only thing to occupy his mind since he first laid eyes on him.
"And then what?" he snorted as he took a big gulp of his drink, "What if you scare the kid off huh?"
"If I scared him off, then I scared him off." He sincerely hoped he wouldn't though.
As though forgetting what they were talking about, either he wanted to change the subject or he's too drunk to recall, he pointed at the empty spot to the left of the bar, "Hey look, the pool table's free. You up for a round? Loser buys the winner another drink." He smirked.
"Shut the fuck up Xigbar." He rolled his eyes.
He let out a howl of laughter, "You can use the numbers as reference."
"No thanks. I can't play pool for crap." He declined as he took another sip of his drink.
"We're not playing for crap," he smirked.
"You know what I mean you shit-face." He let out an exasperated sigh while the other laughed and walked off in search for a certain blue haired boy who was conversing with his silver haired philosophy teacher on the far right side of the bar.
In the end, Demyx managed to get Zexion to order another bottle.
My sister got me in a pissy mood, I will not be held accountable for my actions. (Puts volume in fucking high and drowns the whole world out)