Bunny here, and I have just reached the conclusion that I ultimately fail at writing drabbles. Therefore, I would just like to PRAISE those of you who have been courageous enough to write drabbles and post them online, for it takes a great effort to write one. I'm a natural story-teller; drabbles are impossible for someone who talks as much as she writes. I'm still going to consider Bored and Gorgeous a drabble...my own unique little drabble (because, it continues to stay under six hundred words--that, at least, I can do!). SO anyways....here you guys go.
Author's Note: This "drabble" was written for you. And this time, when I say "you," I mean YOU, Vicky. I miss you dearly *kisses*!
Bored and Gorgeous
An AkuRoku "Drabble"
Enjoy, if you can
x)
Session Two
"Axel, for future reference, please refrain from leaving the sessions half way through them."
The tall, slender redhead grinned to his therapist as he slinked over to his usual spot on the sofa, adding a sensual wiggle to his boney hips in amusement.
Zexion sighed, and Axel chuckled in response.
"Take a seat, Axel, and let us continue from yesterday's session."
"Whatever you say, doc!" Axel grinned, once again stretching out his lanky body on the sofa.
"Now," Zexion brushed his hair out of his face and levelled Axel with a serious look. "You said yesterday that you missed him."
"Yeah…so?"
Zexion didn't react to his defensive tone, already knowing that Axel would respond in such a way. Instead, he stared Axel straight in the eyes, and simply waited.
"…Sorry, Zexion."
Zexion had long ago come to the conclusion that Axel was heavily driven by guilt, and would always regret speaking to someone in bitter, defensive tones.
"Think nothing of it, Axel. Now, what managed to trigger these sudden feelings?" Zexion asked with an air of professionalism, flipping open his notepad and retrieving the pen from behind his ear. Axel rarely ever talked about Roxas anymore.
"I don't know, I—I just really miss him, is all."
"Tell me more about your relationship with Roxas."
"He…was the only one I really liked. He made me feel…like I had a heart." Axel finished with a frown, not liking to speak of Roxas like he was dead.
"Interesting," Zexion murmured, jotting down notes for future sessions and mulling over Axel's cryptic words. "You were very close with him—Roxas—were you not?"
"I love Roxas." Axel replied naturally, while subtly gauging his therapist's reaction. This was his first time admitting to such feelings towards the younger boy in all of their five years together.
Zexion, upon hearing Axel's statement, paused for the second time, looking up and taking in the intensity of Axel's stare. After a few moments of silence he directed his gaze back to his notes and continued writing.
"There is nothing wrong with being a homosexual, Axel; I'm here to listen, not to judge."
"Oh, I'm not gay or anything." Axel laughed, laying back on the couch and stretching his arms over his head.
"Then…" Zexion looked up expectantly at Axel, his brow raised in question.
"I just love him; never been interested in girls or guys—ever. But, I know I love Roxas. Not guys in general—just Roxas." He explained.
Zexion nodded, taking down more notes. "So, tell me about your first meeting with Roxas."
Axel smiled at this—meeting Roxas for the first time was his favourite memory.
Note: This "drabble" was inspired by Papa Roach's "Hollywood Whore." I think it's like 455 words or something.
REVIEW IT TWERP.