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Colour Me Seduced – Rollercoaster On Two Wheels
Roxas had never felt so excited and so goddamn scared at the same time in his life. It was an experience he wasn't quite sure he wanted to repeat. He'd think about it after his heart-rate slowed back to normal.
He was clinging on to Axel with a death grip that could put a python to shame. They raced down the track at about average car cruising speed. But in a car you can't tell quite how fast you're going. Unlike a motorcycle.
Tears streamed down Roxas' face, his eyes stinging from the wind. He slammed them shut and buried his head into Axel's leather jacket clad back, inhaling the scent of the older man. Maybe it was something from his childhood or some other psycho-analytical junk, but for some reason or another the smell calmed him down. Heart still racing at an incalculable speed, the blonde boy snuggled into his saviour's back.
It was only when Axel twisted around and tapped Roxas on the head that the boy realised that they had stopped. Reality and sensibility kicked in. Roxas realized he was clinging onto his nude model… ('Wait a minute, mine?' he asked his brain.) And let go.
Axel stared with something akin to incredulity as the little art student tumbled off his bike and fell onto the floor. He continued to stare as aforementioned petit art student leapt up, brushed himself off, thanked him quickly and then scuttled off to his lessons.
Eyebrow raising in an 'okay-I-don't-quite-know-what-just-happened-but-I'm-good-with-it' kind of way, he swung a leg over the bike and drove off to wherever he needed to be.
"Roxas… Roxas... ROXAS!"
Roxas was jerked out of his stupor by Naminé, waving her hand violently in front of his face.
"What? What is it?" he asked, wide-eyed.
The girl shook her head. "Geez, you are so out of it. What happened this morning? You were almost late for class- did you sleep in or something?"
"No.." Roxas responded to the last question. He frowned then looked back at his painting. The canvas was lightly coated in an array of glowing hues, and a silhouette was in the middle. So far it looked like a male human body, but there was no hair yet as to identify it.
"Well?" Naminé asked again, looking away from her own drawing to glare at him. "What happened then."
Roxas sighed. She'd never let the subject drop unless he gave valid reason. "Well, I broke my bike this morning and nearly broke my neck too. But Axel caught me and then he gave me a ride to the campus on his motorbike."
"Axel…?" Naminé frowned at her painting.
"The model I drew.. from yesterday?" Roxas dipped his paintbrush back in the black acrylic.
"Ohh, that guy." Naminé gave a knowing smile. Something devious was brewing inside that pretty blonde head. "So, how was the ride?"
"It was like being on a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar and the loop-de-loops."
"Sounds fun." Naminé replied, eyes focused on her canvas.
Roxas dwelled on that thought. The ride on the motorbike had been pretty thrilling… In a 'this-very-well-could-be-the-last-thing-I-ever-do' kinda way. "Yeah, I guess it was kinda fun. But it was pretty damn scary at the same time."
Naminé laughed quietly. Roxas smiled. They continued painting.
"So, how are you getting home today?" The pair were walking down the campus, arms laden with books and various art supplies.
"I dunno, really. I guess I'll walk." Naminé gave him a speculating look.
"It's a thirty minute walk from here to your house." She said, a hint of accusation in her voice.
Roxas shrugged at her. "I don't mind walking. You do it too."
"Yeah, but I have a dorm room about three seconds away from campus." She retorted. Roxas remained impassive.
"It doesn't really matter. I'm not getting home any other way."
"I guess so…" Naminé replied, looking towards the cloud-streaked sky. "Hey, you know that Anatomy assignment we got?"
"Yeah."
"What d'you think you're gonna be doing for that?" Roxas paused, directing his gaze to his feet. His mind strayed towards the small card with a telephone number that was lying on his bedside table.
"I'm not sure." He said, finally. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I was going to ask our professor about the models she brought in, in our first lesson." Roxas smirked.
"I just hope you'll act professional with your model." He teased.
Naminé smacked his arm. They laughed.
Roxas was walking home, whistling tunelessly. His eyes drifted absent-mindedly from the ground to the sky to the passing scenery. Damn, it was beautiful where he lived. Destiny Islands, a small chain of isles just off the coast of the main land where there was the capital, Hollow Bastion. The weather was tropical during the summer and pleasantly cool during the winter. Everything flourished green and multi-coloured all year round.
'Speaking of colours…' A flash of the brightest red whizzed past Roxas' face, only to perform a sharp turn and come to a grinding halt right in front of him.
"Well, well, well…" A smooth voice called out. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Hi Axel." Roxas replied with an inaudible sigh. Somebody upstairs was obviously plotting something.
"Hello yourself, Rrroxas." Axel let out a short bark of laughter. "So, why are you walking, where are you walking to and could I possibly give you the pleasure of a ride?"
"I'm walking, 'cos my bike got trashed this morning. I'm walking to my brother's house which incidentally mine too and why do you keep offering me rides?"
The red-head shrugged, grin never leaving his face. "Dunno. Seems like the right thing to do, unless of course you'd rather walk…" He paused for a second, eyes flicking in a cat-like manner. "Where do you live?"
Roxas sighed, walking slowly up to the red-head. "About thirty minutes by foot from where we are right now."
Axel furrowed his eyebrows, giving the young blond a look of disbelief mixed in with a hint of admiration. "Thirty minutes? Shucks, no wonder you had a bike." His face relaxed once more into the teasing smile that seemed to be constantly there. "Come on, blondie. I'll give you a lift home. Much better than wasting daylight, don't you think?"
Roxas sighed again. 'I suppose he's right… He's being pretty friendly, giving me a ride and all'.
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks for the offer."
"No problemo." Axel replied, patting the back on his bike in an invitational way. Roxas climbed up onto the motorbike, his arms automatically latching onto Axel.
"So, which way do I go?"
"Keep going straight until you reach the robot, then take a left, a right, and another right." Roxas replied, bracing himself for the take off.
"Cool." Axel said then revved up the engine. Roxas once again buried his head into the elder's back and let his heart start racing once more. Only this time, he wasn't quite sure whether it was because of the motor bike or the fact that he was clinging onto Axel.
'Maybe Sora's been rubbing off a bit too much on me…'
AN: Yeahhh.. Not so much ridiculous funny as the last chapter. :/
For that, you get Axel! And he says shucks, too. 0: Gaspeth.
Roxas, you're being kinda naiive.. especially considering that the brother that you live with is gay and engaged to a girly-haired man.
OHOH. By the by. Axel gets invited over for dinner in the next chapter. And interrogated by Sora. Hahaha.
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