A/N: This is a collection of one-shots. Not one big story.

B: bibliophile

Roxas was always one who was a lover of books. Rice, Aesop, Webster--it didn't matter. If it had words printed on it, blonde locks would be in front of it, blue eyes glued. The library, expectedly, was Roxas's up most favorite place. He enjoyed his apartment with his Axel--it's just, he would talk so much. Quiet time to oneself was always accepted and enjoyed, especially for this particular bookworm.

So, let's fast-forward to a day in the library. An ordinary day, as per usual, and Roxas was shifting through the numerous shelves and rows the place held with its amazing collection of literature as older than God plus some. When people refer the phrase "the rest is history", well, this is their "history," neatly aligned in wooden shelves with colorful bindings in alphabetical/numerical order. Each time the blue-eyed boy visited the library; he would always look for a different piece, either from a recommendation or one that simply looked appealing.

In this case, it was a recommendation. Roxas had asked one of his equally as book-savvy friends what scripture held interest. They named the title of "Angel's Sin." The title did strike the boy as odd, but thought nothing of it much further. It's not a rarity that you find some questionable names in books.

I'm curious, the thought reverberated in Roxas's noggin, I never did ask them what the story was about... "Ah!" Blue-eyes rested on the title and author name matching exactly to what he was told. Roxas laid a pale hand on the binding and pulled it out. Hm, not too thick, not too thin... He examined the book and it revealed to be a graphic novel of some sort. Not really a big fan of the--what he called--"picture books," but a recommendation was a recommendation.

So, without, further ado, Roxas checked out the book.

(Another thing that struck the blonde as odd, the librarian gave Roxas a rather bizarre look and double-checked his library card. "How old are you?" she had asked and eighteen he had answered.)

The blue-eyed boy didn't enjoy reading while walking. He was wary of bumping into someone or tripping over someone. So, he always walked fast from the library; he was just too anxious.

"I'm home!" Roxas was slightly panting. The library was a long way from his cozy abode.

"Finally!" The voice was muffled, so Axel was probably in the kitchen or their room. It turns out that both were wrong--red hair poked out from the bathroom, damp and slightly dripping. It was even more obvious that Axel was just out of the shower because, there he was, only clad in a towel, standing before his more-than-just-a-best-friend. "I swear, it's like you live at that place!"

"Just because I want to increase my literacy, doesn't mean you need to act so jealous," Roxas retorted, not missing his chance of seeing some exposed chest.

"Who's acting?" Axel swiped a few strands of wet hair from his face. "Anyways," he drawled, trying to seem a little bit interested, "What book'd ya get?"

"A graphic novel. A recommendation..." The red head peered over the blonde's shoulder, getting a good look at the title and cover. He lurched his head back, an eyebrow rising higher, before taking a second look. Axel had recognized this book.

"Recommendation, huh?" Green eyes sparkled as the older man leaned down and whispered, "If you need me when you're done, I'll be in the living room, 'kay?" And on that note, Axel strolled off, humming a convenient tune along the way.

What? Roxas didn't get it. First thought: Has Axel read this book? He quickly tossed the ridiculous thought aside. No, Axel could barely be in the same room with a piece of literature, much less read one. Shrugging, Roxas trekked upstairs to their room, the perfect place for a good book... most of the time.

The lamp was on, so it emitted a soft light and a comforting atmosphere. Sitting gently on the unmade bed, Roxas opened up the "picture book."

It was only a good ten minutes before Roxas realized why the librarian asked his age; why Axel had told him where he'd be:

This graphic novel was smut.

Recommendation, indeed! They were just messing with him; gonna get a good laugh the next day when Roxas comes to school looking like a pissed off idiot. What a sick joke!

Despite all of Roxas's protesting thoughts, for some reason, he could not tear his eyes away. His brain was screaming: What are you doing!? Close it! Close it! His hands did not comply; they kept turning those pages and his eyes read and took in the raunchy pictures. What a curse, to be a book lover...

XX

Long, slim fingers raked through red locks absentmindedly as another hand held the remote, flipping casually through the channels. Ears perked up, green eyes began to sparkle, and a signature grin was formed as he heard a rather desperate call of his name.