Disclaimer: Don't own, don't want to own, and will never own Kingdom Hearts. My life's great, how about yours?
Warnings: Eh, Roxiri and Soriné.
Other: My second tribute to Roxiri fans, who write such fun fics that I just had to contribute.
There Are Days
There are days when we're confused. Not often, not for long, but they're still there. We've never told anybody, but that doesn't mean they never existed. They happened, they still happen, and it gets more awkward each time.
There are days when he looks at Kairi and wishes for blonde hair. There are days when I do nothing but sigh and dream about a redhead. Okay, so that's not new, but it's a different redhead and she isn't my friend. She'll never be my friend.
There are days when Sora's fingers itch towards his dusty box of crayons. There are days when I want to crown myself Prince. There are days when both of us switch, and Naminé's not my girl, she's Sora's, and Kairi seems to be a gift from the heavens, all wrapped up with bright blue eyes and beautiful red hair and a heart big enough for both of us.
There are days when this happens, and there are days when we like it. Not that we admit we do or anything, but we both know. How could we not? We're the same, and she's the same, only...not. Because there are days when Naminé's pale beauty is second-place next to Kairi's lively charm, and there are days when Sora and I are so different and strange and not-alike that it's a wonder we even know each other.
There are days like that. Not often, not for long, but they're still there. To be perfectly honest, though, I have to say that it's starting to be the other way around, because those days are beginning to outnumber the others.
And, to be absolutely honest, I don't really mind. Because there aren't days when I don't love her.