G: Green

All his life, Roxas Hart never really had a favorite color. Sure, he likes almost every color of the rainbow, but he could never pick just one. He believed that each color had a good reason for being his favorite, but all the reasons just evened out. He liked pink because it is a nice color, and no matter how many different shades people are, their tongues are always pink. He liked blue because he loved each of the very different shades, and he loved the sky, and it made no difference if it is either early morning pale blue, or midnight blue. He also liked green because it is the color of turtles, and a he heard a long time ago that green is considered the color of luck. Yellow is another likeable color because it made him feel happy, and he loved his neon yellow jeans. Roxas liked red because it is the color of mystery, and it is the perfect color for love. Orange, another color Roxas liked, is a unique color, as is purple. Roxas liked orange, as well as being unique, but also because it is the color of sunsets on the perfect evening. He also liked purple because it is the main color of him home- state football team, the Ravens.

Whenever he was asked what him favorite color was, he simply answered either 'all of them,' or 'R.O.Y.G.B.I.V.,' also known as the acronym for all the colors of the rainbow; red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. It made shopping for him both easy and annoying because you didn't know if he liked one color over another; he never said. Roxas had many 'colorful' names at high school because he had outfits in every color and wore them according to him moods in the morning. If he was happy, he wore yellow; he wore blue when he was feeling not great but not bad; pink if his head was off in another place, almost like he was in love or on cloud nine, which was rare; green if he felt really lucky; and red if he felt like he was hiding some major secret.

"Roxas, when will you ever choose a color?" Demyx, Roxas' best friend, nagged. Whenever they would play a game like Life or Pay Day, Roxas would take forever trying to pick a color to play with. They were playing Life today, and Roxas was trying to pick what color car he wanted to 'drive.' Most of the times, him decision was based upon throwing the pieces in the air, closing him eyes, and whichever he caught, he would use.

"Sorry, Dem, you know I can never choose. I know! Pick one for me." Demyx sighed, Roxas was way too innocent for anyone to get mad at or annoyed by. Demyx decided quickly and gave Roxas green with.

"Here Roxas, I picked green for you to play because it's already your color of the day for today." 'Easy enough, let's play.' Demyx was about to roll the dice when Roxas interrupted.

"But, Dem, I'm already wearing green. Wouldn't it be silly to play green as well?" Demyx looked at Roxas' outfit and sweat dropped; dark green pants, neon green t- shirt, and a white denim jacket with green accents, green converses with white laces, and green and white polka- dot socks. 'He thinks it would be silly to play green because it would be too much?'

"Ok then Rox, how about, white? It's not a color, and you're only wearing a little bit of it." Roxas thought it over for a while, and then agreed. Roxas and Demyx managed to play a full round before Roxas' mother called, it was time for him to go home.

It was twelve o'clock noon on Saturday and Roxas had spent the night with Demyx, having a sleep- over. He told his mother he would be home soon. Roxas gathered his bag, thanked Demyx and him parents for having him over, and began to walk back home. Roxas was seventeen years of age, a senior at Mountain Crest High School, an A plus student, and secretly crushing on Axel Sinclair, senior at Mountain Crest and Roxas' chemistry partner. Roxas mentally sighed at his name. Axel Sinclair was the poster child for the 'bad-boy' reputation. The first time Roxas saw him, he was immediately interested. He was about six foot two inches, shoulder length, spiky, cherry red hair, and had a very tan and muscular but not overly muscular build that Roxas found perfect. Roxas thought he was pretty handsome too, with his spiky, bed- head styled, honey- blonde hair, petite body, and cobalt blue eyes, but he had never heard Axel say more than two words at a time. It frustrated him, but what interested him most about him was the fact that he always had sunglasses on.

Roxas believed the eyes were the window to the soul, and he knew him closest friends and family eye colors; him mother had hazel, him father had blue, Demyx had turquoise, and Zexion, Demyx's boyfriend and Roxas' other best friend, had steel colored eyes. Axel fascinated Roxas because he didn't know his eye color. He had tried to take them off before, but Axel had closed his eyes and didn't open them until Roxas gave him back his sunglasses.

Roxas sighed to himself and opened his front door. His mother had already left for the grocery store and had posted Roxas a list of chores for him to do. Come Monday, Roxas would have to wait to see if he could get Axel to take off the glasses.

Not even thirty minutes into the lecture and Axel was out like a light. Roxas was confused; usually Axel was paying attention like everything the professor was saying was liquid gold. Axel sleeping during a class just did not happen, and yet here he was, fast asleep. Roxas took this as his one chance and gently took the sunglasses off his face. When it was time to change classes, Axel was still sleeping, so Roxas began poking him. Axel started twitching, yawned, and opened his eyes.

Roxas was shocked, Axel opened his eyes, and they were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen. 'No, they aren't even green, they are like emeralds. They're so beautiful.' Roxas reached out to lift Axel's face so he could gaze even deeper into his eyes, but Axel flinched away after realizing he didn't have his glasses on.

"Roxas, why did you take them off? I always wear them for a reason. You saw them, yes?" Axel asked. He sounded so depressed and miserable. Roxas nodded him head and Axel sighed in exasperation. "You weren't supposed to see; no one is supposed to see them. They make me seem like a monster because they don't even look normal. Why aren't you yelling at me or calling me a freak?"

"I could never call you a freak, Axel, why are you so upset that I saw your eyes? I think your eyes are beautiful and perfect. Just because they are different doesn't make them hideous and you are definitely not a freak." Roxas hugged Axel asking for forgiveness and Axel hugged him back as a thanks. From that day again, Axel began not wearing his glasses all the time, and Roxas began rearranging his wardrobes to different colors instead of just one color a day. As the two became close, dated, and eventually married, Axel had forgotten all about his glasses and Roxas, after seventeen years, had finally found his favorite color; green.