7. Seeing Red
Roxas looked down at the man on his lap, sleeping so peacefully as his ungloved hand ran fingers through strands of red silk. A smile he couldn't hide tugged at his lips. Red. It had become one of his favorite colors. Such a beautiful color; passionate. He thought it was silly that someone had connected the color with the emotion of unbridled anger. To Roxas, "Seeing red" was a good thing.
