GUYS GUYS GUYS OMG. Go read The Silver Lining, please? Its so darn uber!! I absolutely love it!! -coughs- anyway here's the Christmas chapter. I haven't messed with telling you what time of year it is and that's perfect for me, because idunno. I just wanted to do a Christmas chapter. J It'll be short, most of my time now is dedicated to the random stories that keep popping up in my mind, and The Silver Lining, which is the Cleon oneshot I promised but turned into a whole story…lol. I'm having problems with keeping the story ideas under control.
Disclaimer: Same one applies.
Roxas POV
I have never been classified as a "ditz." I was always quiet and emo, with my earbuds jammed concretely in my ears, blasting music deep into my skull and leading me to early deafness. It was lovely, I always got to scoff and laugh and tease the idiots around me, the scatterbrained fools that always lost things they needed.
I wanted to cry, I misplaced Axel's Christmas present! The first time I had EVER lost something important to me, ever, and it had to be my wonderful, magical, cinnamon smelling boyfriend's gift. It was enough to make me want to bang my head against a wall, repeatedly until my grey matter gushed everywhere in rivulets down the walls. Lovely, I was being ditzy and morbid, too great combinations for my mental well being. Which, after months of being perfectly fine, thanks to my wonderful amazing lovely awesome cinnamon smelling boyfriend; but now I felt like cracking again, and I don't know why.
It was all these damn people in my apartment. Oh, my, Goddess. There was Demyx who had the energy and attention span of a three year old on crack; Zexion who was very easy to get along with because, oh gee, he didn't do anything but read all damn day long; my aforementioned loving boyfriend who was falling in between a strange depression and uncontrollable bouts of horniness; and OH YES HOW LOVELY. Sora and Riku, the two new lovebirds had come to stay with us. Want to know why? Ask them, the fucktards. The whole idea of SIX people in my house made me want to scream, cry, and strangely, tease Axel sexually even more. I was a cruel, cracking, little blonde. And now I had lost his present, which was amazing. I had actually spent time to think it all through, I had bought Demyx one of the small roll away piano, since I didn't have room for a full one; I had bought Zexion an entire Encyclopedia Britannica; and I had gotten Axel a Santa Claus stripper suit, but, wrapped up in it was a gift card to Joe's Smoothies. It was perfect, since Axel always complained about not getting enough of his beloved strawberry smoothies.
It was perfect, the perfect gift, and I had hidden it so well I couldn't find it anywhere, so I couldn't wrap it. I had never felt so stupid in my life. Or maybe I should feel super devious; since I had hidden it so craftily it was gone forever, or as good as gone? Gah, I don't know.
"Demyx, get dressed." I kicked the mattress slightly, and Demyx looked up at me with huge, bloodshot eyes. He hadn't been sleeping well at all, and no one knew why, though, I had an inkling maybe Zexion did and was ignoring it. Why ignore it thought, unless whatever it was he didn't understand. It's not like he went out of his way to not notice Demyx, unless they were too close, but I had started to notice subtle, little things he would do, body language that would flash on and off faster than lightning. Zexion's body seemed to remember, even if his mind didn't.
"Why?" he perked up when he saw I was holding my car keys. "Ohmygosh yay!!!! Are we going somewhere?! Please say we're going somewhere!!" he jumped up and hugged me really tight. "The mall? Please the mall I want some more of that coffee stuff!!" I groaned.
"Yes, we're going somewhere, yes the mall, no to the coffee you're already wired and all I did was tell you we were going somewhere!" I grabbed Zexion's elbow and pulled him up. Instead of protesting like a normal person would, he just looked at me with that blank empty stare that meant he was recording everything with his mind. "You too, bucko. Let's go."
I hadn't really planned on doing much for Christmas, it wasn't a favourite holiday of mine, I viewed it only as a way to get presents that usually disappointed you because no one read your list. But Axel had changed that, like he had changed so many other things about me and I found myself actually looking forward to it this year. Of course, I hadn't planned on losing his gift but still…I was actually waiting impatiently to see his face when he opened whatever I ended up getting what I got him…whatever that was.
"Roxas can I speak with you for a minute?" Zexion pulled me away from the door as I was following the blundering loveable bunch of fluff made of pure energy that was Demyx. "I was wondering if you were shopping for 'Christmas', and I wanted to propose a gift for him." he pointed at the back of the dancing blond, who was singing "Coffee" at the top of his lungs. My neighbours were all poking their heads out of their doors, looking at him in fear, curiosity, and from Yuna upstairs an uproarious laughter. He was like our personal comedian, and he lived in my apartment. A mixed blessing. Very mixed.
"What?" he had caught my interest with that. And his slight blush too, that definitely caught my interest.
"A 'plushie' for him to sleep with. He told me to keep it 'secret' but it's so annoying that I had to tell you." he paused. "He's scared of the dark, and I was reading about childish fears in the Lexicon and their usually remedied by childish things, such as toys?" I nodded. "So, get him a plushie for your holiday."
I thought for a minute. How to manipulate this in a way that would bring Zexion out of Zexion? I mean, how to make it where he fell back in love with Demyx (that's what the whole dilemma was, wasn't it?) and then…then they could move out for good!
"Hm. How about, I give you the money and you pick one out, that you think suits Demyx? And Demyx can help me pick out a present for Axel while you do that." I linked my arm through his and walked him out the door, ignoring his protests. "No fighting on that, it's perfect and it's happening."
Riku POV
I grumbled in my sleep, having an unhappy dream in which I broke it off with my beautiful fiancé for my old high school flame that was going to propose to his equally beautiful and wonderful girlfriend. Who happened to be my fiancé's sister, and twin. I snuggled deeper into the blankets, and rubbed my hands against the small arms that were holding onto me tight, and smiled half asleep. But as soon as I reached where the arm met the body and felt the bushy hair there my eyes flew open.
This so was not Namine next to me. I started to panic and thought back really, really hard as to how exactly I had gotten drunk enough to end up in bed with a man, but nothing came to mind. The only thing I had done was go to Sora's apartment yesterday…and then it all hit me, that it was, in fact reality that I had broke it off with my beautiful fiancé for my old high school flame that was going to propose to his equally beautiful and wonderful girlfriend. Who happened to be my fiancé's sister, and twin.
"Morning honey bunch!" A voice, from the general area where a voice would come from, if it was attached to a shorter person. It wasn't a woman's voice. It was someone I knew altogether too intimately…
"S-Sora?" I whispered. It couldn't be true, this was the dream right? Or the nightmare, better put.
"Hmmm yes babe?" the voice yawned from beside me, and I felt the body next to me shift as he put his weight on his elbows, lifting himself up to meet me face to face, and kiss me softly. I, unthinking and surely insane, kissed him back. No, no, no, no, no, this wasn't, couldn't, shouldn't. yet still somehow was happening. Shit!
"What exactly happened yesterday?" I licked my lips, and tried to swallow past the freaking sandpaper that my mouth felt like, just the idea of what might have happened was making me panic and scream NOOOO really loud in my head.
Sora's face bunched a bit as his brow furrowed, a sign he was thinking really hard. I knew all of Sora's body language by heart, I had made sure to memorize it after hours of semi-stalking in high school. He reached up, and like I knew he would, scratched the back of his head in confusion. "Whaddya mean by, 'What happened?' babe?" he put his elbows on my chest, and propped his head in his hands, and looked me deep in the eye with the most smug expression on his face. "I won, that's what happened!"
"Y-you won?" I was a competition?
"Yup! You're aaaaalllll mine!!" he dropped his head, and hugged me really tight as best he could, since I was laying on my back, on what appeared to be Roxas' floor, wrapped in what I was guessing Roxas blankets and a pile of our clothes.
Waaait a minute. Why was my shirt my pillow, how did it get off, and was that my underwear on the back of the couch? Oh Goddess I hope not, how embarrassing what the hell did we DO last night?! I reached down, and my hand brushed gently against bare skin, and more bare skin, and then bare skin that wasn't mine at all. Shit!
"Hey! None of that, everyone's awake now!" he grabbed one of the sheets and wrapped it around himself, toga style, and stood up. I took better stock of my surroundings (my eyes couldn't help but take in a bit to much when a part in his toga moved just right as he walked away), and realized they must have pushed the couch out from behind the wall, and mushed us in between the wall and the couch., making a screen between us and the outside world. Oh thank the holy Goddess. We hadn't had sex where others could easily see, if we had had sex. My eyes came across an empty wrapper and an item of the rubber kind, and I groaned. Never mind, we had.
"BABY GET UP. I made us breakfast!!!" Sora came running in the room, dressed in a set of Roxas' signature Tripp shorts and band tee. "Here, I bet you could wear Axel's clothes." he tossed a pair of pants and a shirt and belt at me, with such force I fell back down and got hit in the face with the belt buckle and the zipper on the pants. Sora had just pwned me with pants. No he didn't pwn me, I was just…shocked…yes, that's it, shocked.
"Umm, when did I become a competition?"
"When you hit puberty and became so damn sexy." he paused, and tapped his chin. "Well, actually you're the prize, not so much the competition. And like any good trophy wife, you're going to be shown off." he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, waltzing the both of us to the kitchen, where runny eggs and burnt toast awaited us.
Oh Goddess, what did I do to deserve this? Kill. Me. Now.
Axel POV
"Ouch!" I sucked on my pricked finger. "Damn you rose for pricking me!" the rose bush wilted slightly, and I felt a tad guilty. I sighed, and patted the fat bud before me. "Sorry, it's not your fault you can protect yourself so well and I'm a pwnable noob." the rose laughed in its silent, flowery way, and a few more buds popped open. "Thank you very much." I patted it again and steeled myself. I had to cut the daisies next, and they were the insufferable bitches of the garden. As soon as my clippers reached to clip, they wriggled away laughing, like Demyx in a flower from. Ooh the little motherfucking bitches I'll -
"Axel! Quit cussing at the daisies!" Aerith stood up from the place she was kneeling, in front of the irises, who had somehow gotten it into their leafy heads that they didn't have to bloom. "They can't help it. And if you make the roses wilt again I'll stab you." she dusted her dress off as she stood, and patted the large bush of lilacs. "Sweetling here is ready to be clipped too, don't forget!"
"I won't Aerith." she smiled and started to water some of the mums. "It's amazing how you can get them to bloom in this weather." I shivered slightly. It wasn't exactly cold yet, but the wind had a very uncanny ability to blow at you when you were standing in a shady spot, making goose bumps jump out all over the place.
"I just ask them nicely."
"Think it'll work with the daisies? Because the-" she cleared her throat and I amended what I was going to say. "-darling little sweetums are annoying me." I finally grumbled out. Oh how joyously wonderful it would be to torch the little buggers.
"Nah, their having too much fun." she came over and smacked the nearest sunny bud. "Calm down you bloody idiots and let him trim you!" the daisies stopped moving, and started to shiver. "That's better." she smiled happily again and resumed watering.
Aerith scared the shit out of me. Me and the daisies had that much in common.
"It's not my fault I am the way I am. Perfect in every way." brushing her hands off, she stepped into the shop. "I'm going to fix us some tea, be right back lovelies." she paused at the door. "And Axel."
I sighed, she was just so much fun to be around. "After I clip you, you have my permission to move around all you want, then I won't have the dragon lady come back, we have a deal?" a single bud nodded, and I patted it. "Good. We have an accord."
"Hello love!" Arms appeared around my chest and hugged me tight from behind, and I smiled. "Who could this be, these arms that appear from nowhere?" Roxas laughed and burrowed his head against my back.
"Axel, why do you always smell so good? Like cinnamon and now roses too?" I turned around and squeezed him tight, my little blue eyed love.
"I don't know, do I smell like that?" I lifted my hands to my face and sniffed. I could smell the rose (she was so happy now, the scent pervaded everywhere), but not cinnamon. "I could ask you the same thing, you smell like-" I bent down and smelled his hair. "Vanilla, though I know for a fact you don't use vanilla shampoo or anything."
"I smell like vanilla?!" he smelled his hands too. "I can't smell it. That's weird." he paused, then kissed me softly. "Anyway, me, Demyx, and Zexion are going to the mall real fast, I forgot to get something for Cloud, for Christmas." he hugged me again tighter this time. "Love you, see you tonight for dinner."
"Okay, dearheart. See you then." I was puzzled, that was the second time Roxas had mentioned this "Christmas" thing, and I wanted to know-
"You want to know what Christmas is?" Aerith appeared to have materialized behind me, a mug of mint tea in each hand, one of which she offered me. I had almost gotten used to the way she could move without a sound. "It's an Earth holiday, we celebrate it every year. No one really remembers why it's called 'Christmas', though."
"How do you celebrate it? Roxas said something about presents." I sipped the tea, only to find it was already the perfect temperature, not too hot, yet hot enough. "If you're supposed to give presents, I want to get one for Roxas."
"That's one way, yes. We also all get together, and eat a large fattening dinner, tell stories and just spend time in each other's company." she sipped at her tea. "It's a holiday of love, and one way we show it is giving out presents to those we love and care for. I'm surprised Roxas hasn't brought it up, though I really shouldn't be I guess, Roxas never liked Christmas too much."
"Why? It sounds lovely."
"Roxas loves people. He loves people to love him, and he's always wanted someone to spend it with, someone special. But Roxas never had that till now, and that's probably why he's now going out of his way to plan the perfect presents for everyone. Being with you." she poked me in the chest, "Has brought out the best of him. He used to be an insufferable brat, because of his and Cloud's parents, and his own personal demons."
"I think I know what I want to get him. Aerith, can you come with me to pick it out?" the perfect thing, something to show Roxas that I loved him with all I had.
"Sure, and I like your idea. Let's go, I know just the place."
WOOT we has SoRiku now!! YES!!! The whole smell thing will be explained in later chapters...I promise!! :D Okay so this is only part one, the next half will be uploaded next week!! Mostly because I haven't the time right now to finsih it up...lol. Don't forget to review lovees! OH and the next chapter....its a DOOOOOOOOZY
