In Caelum Fero

A couple of short stories centering on Roxas, Sora, and Cloud. In Caelum Fero means, in Latin, "raise to the skies." Other than that, I really can't guarantee my Latin grammar. I'm actually not taking it until next year, hahaha.

It's only slash for now, but I might write Roxas x Namine later on… definitely not Sora x Kairi, because (unfortunately) I don't like her at all… Namine did, somehow, become one of my favorite characters. Nyuu. Compilation

I don't usually do things like this, but I thought it best to consolidate these.

Of course, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Kairi would probably be non-existent, dead, or a matchmaker-type with Selphie, and the rating would go WAY up for lots of slash luuuuuff. Okay, going now.

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Forget-Me-Nots

Hayner x Roxas

Fluff / Romance / G (Work-Safe)

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Silence poured out of some god's golden chalice that day, mingling with the wafts of air and swaying grass on Sunset Hill. It was eternally sundown, or maybe sunup, there, but gave this sense of resignation and (maybe?) finality that gave bias to the previous theory and therefore became its namesake. The smoldering sphere threw splotches, shades of blood, onto the emerald and detailing each separate blade with an outline of bronze-crimson.

Ghosts of shadows long past flitted across the windblown ground, humming an unheard, eerie melody (whistling, almost) that danced with the evening zephyrs' sighs. Among wild blue flowers some fledgling bees still flew fleetingly, orange and green fireflies starting to awaken and float like spiritual envoys of an unknown deity. Two of something more whole sat stark still, relaxed and unthreatened, in the lone hill's grasp.

"Pence and Olette have gone back already, haven't they?"

"Yeah, maybe we should, too."

A brief pause, and then: "Eh, let's wait awhile."

Roxas brushed an auburn-brown lock of his hair back, shifting onto his stomach and looking past the edge of the hill. Some pebbles were dislodged in his movement and fell, tearing away from their loamy brown prisons and bouncing to the tracks below with a shattering clang of stone on metal. The sudden noise shook the air, then slowly faded away into aching stillness once more.

They both knew; their departed companions has left them alone together on purpose, after a week of no communication between the two due to some pointless argument that neither could even remember now. It was a problem. The whole school had made way for them as they passed in the halls (Olette could never keep anything a secret) and had started to gossip on the whole reason for their sudden break up.

Some (very crazy, in their opinion) girls had even gone so far as to take that statement seriously, and started some rumors about the two getting involved in a lover's spat or either of them cheating on the other with Olette and, in some strange cases, Pence. It was insanity, and it needed to stop.

"Did you hear the rumors? All of them?"

"I think so."

"Which was your weirdest?"

Hayner made a motion similar to that of his friend (ex-friend, hopefully not) and watched the train pass beneath him. A faint smile appeared on his lips in memory. "Geran thought that I had been abducted by aliens and you were scared of me because they had put something in me… then we fought. It spawned from that scar I got from the Struggle last week."

"Seifer's so vicious."

"I know."

Both laughed, in perfect unison.

Their hearts had bonded far and away on a previous date. It was the tie of an eternity; unbreakable, strong, and ever-leading back to the other. More so than with Pence or Olette, or than the other two's connection. They had seemed an unlikely pair, Pence and Olette, but (this both Hayner and Roxas knew for sure) the proverbial red string was tied around their fingers, always had been, and always would be.

Pence and Olette. Their names wouldn't even come without the other most of the time. However, some of the rumors (as per said) were dragging the two of them, somehow, into the argument, which led to the reconciliation abandonment.

"I'm not---"

"Neither am I."

Of course, that they also knew, since the beginning of their dispute. They even thought on the same wavelength. The attachment ran deeper than it seemed, and they couldn't escape it. It was like the two-headed giraffe in that children's story- one wanted to go one way, the other in an opposite direction, but they could never pull apart.

"What were we fighting about?"

"I don't know."

"Forget about it?"

"Yeah."

Smiles, sweet and sincere, laced with a faith that was more trusting than trust itself.

"So what do we do now? Don't want to bother the lovebirds."

Roxas twirled a pale index finger in the grass, stopping momentarily to pluck daintily a single sky-blue flower from the earth's clutches. He brought it to his face, stroking each petal in subconscious, deep thought. Hayner did nothing more than wait, and watch.

When graced with no answer but a goofy half-grin on his friend's face after a considerable amount of time, Hayner frowned. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing."

"It's not nothing."

"It's stupid. Do you really want to hear it?"

"Yeah."

The azure-eyed boy let out a soft breath, rolling onto his back, and looked up at the other. "Just wondering what would happen if I suddenly disappeared. Like those rocks from earlier. I can't even see them anymore." To emphasize his point, he peered back down and squinted.

"Disappeared? You've got to be kidding me."

Soundlessness, like a vacuum, further filled the space (as small as it was) between them. Roxas blinked, closed his eyes, nestled further into the soft jade bed that had been his for the past few hours, maybe. The sun had not gone down.

"See? I told you it was stupid."

Minutes passed, flew by like the bees from earlier. They had all returned to wherever they had come from; fireflies were now filling the air like a fat cloud of lanterns. Like a drop of water in a pond, Hayner spoke one word filled with so much meaning a philosopher would cry. "No."

"No what?"

"One, it's not stupid. Two, you wouldn't disappear, because I wouldn't let you."

"… thanks."

Something had changed in the air. It was thicker, heavier, quieter. The sound of silence had disappeared, ringing completely dissipated.

"If I did?" Roxas' voice was not more than a whisper now, regarding Hayner with his round, childish, sapphire-blue eyes. They were filled with worry, but at the same time, a sort of reassurance from being close to his friend.

"I wouldn't forget you… I…"

As if on cue, the wind puffed like an old man, rustling through the grass and flowers and unsettling each glowing or singing insect and who responded indignantly with buzzing squeaks.

Kiss.

Silent promises.

"I'd miss you."

The forget-me-not blew out of Roxas' hand, and settled on the train track upon the fallen stones.