Title: Pass or Fail

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts II

Characters: Naminé, Roxas

Table: #1

Prompt: #66 – Fail

Word Count: 1052

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Roxas, Naminé, and his supposedly utter complete failure.

Author's Notes: Hehehehe. Poor Roxas :C So tell me…did Roxas pass or fail? XD

Roxas bit his lip and quickly checked the cookies in the oven. They were coming along perfectly, rising up and turning that perfect shade of golden-brown. The chocolate chips were bubbling slightly, but Roxas knew they were going to turn out just at that perfect melted stage after the cookies were out of the oven.

"Roxy!"

Flinching slightly, Roxas whirled around and spread out his arms protectively before the oven. "Nothing to see here, Axel. Move along."

The lanky red-head raised an eyebrow and slinked forward with a mischievous expression. "What's in the oven, Roxy?"

"Stop calling me that," Roxas complained, continuing to stand in front of the oven. "I'm just cooking something for dinner tonight." He instinctively jumped out of the way when one of Axel's chakrams went whizzing at him. "Hey!" Roxas exclaimed, jumping back but too late. Axel had already caught a glimpse of the cookies in the oven.

"You're baking heart-shaped cookies for the Organization?" Axel asked, quirking another eyebrow and grinning. "I wonder what Luxord will have to say about that. Are you sure that this isn't for a certain memory witch up in the tower?"

"She's not a witch," Roxas snapped back, flushing slightly, "and yes. I may be making these for Naminé, but it doesn't mean anything."

Axel clapped his best friend on the back, chortling softly. "My dear Roxas. I do believe you've grown up." His eyes darkened then. "Just make sure Marluxia and Larxene don't catch you."

"I won't," Roxas said, frowning slightly at the mention of the two Nobodies. "Look, my cookie are almost done so…"

"You need my help in cooking them?" Axel asked brightly, eyes shining with glee.

"NO!" Roxas shouted, reaching out toward the flame-wielder. "Axel! Don't!"

It was too late. The oven erupted into flames, and Axel looked sheepish as the flames disappeared. "Sorry, buddy," Axel mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

Roxas looked as if he could kill. A slight increase in the brightness of the room alerted Axel to the boy's Keyblade.

"Hehe. Okay, Roxas. I'll just be going now!" Axel exclaimed, quickly opening a dark portal and flying through it just as Roxas' Keyblade came lashing out.

"Come back here!" Roxas yelled, but the dark portal had already closed up. He dropped his Keyblade and watched it dissolve into a light show before dropping to his knees in the front of the charred oven. "Noooo," he moaned, putting on the oven mitts and opening up the half-melted door.

The cookies were sitting on he thankfully only partially melted pan. He pulled it out and looked mournfully at the burnt crisps which used to be the perfect heart-shaped chocolate chip cookies. "Screw you, Axel," he muttered, dumping the cookies into the trash bin and staring dejectedly at the half-melted oven. "Now, I can't even make another batch." The young Nobody shuffled dejectedly to the freezer and tugged out a double bar of sea-salt ice cream. Breaking it in half, he held one in his right hand as he ate the other piece slowly, still depressed from Axel ruining his plans.

"Roxas?"

Whirling around, Roxas nearly let his ice cream fall onto the floor but tightened his grip at the last moment. "N-Naminé!" he stammered. "What are you doing down here?"

Naminé tilted her head slightly and gave a small laugh. "I came down here to see you. Axel said that you wanted to see me?"

"Oh. Right," Roxas replied, feeling a flush creep up his neck and onto his cheeks. "Well…you see. Would you like a stick of sea-salt ice cream?"

The blonde Nobody looked slightly confused as Roxas offered the ice cream but took it nonetheless and licked it delicately. She was silent. Roxas was silent. It was awkward.

"Were you making cookies?" Naminé finally asked, waving her half-finished ice cream at the burnt crisps on the counter.

Roxas grimaced, feeling embarrassed. "Yes. I was…but then Axel came along and ruined them." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I was actually making the cookies for you."

"That's nice," Naminé remarked absent-mindedly. Some of her sea-salt ice cream had begun to melt and drip on the floor, but she didn't notice.

"H-hey!" Roxas exclaimed, taking the sea-salt ice cream from her and popping what was left into his mouth.

Naminé blinked and then blushed, a red creeping onto her cheeks. "Roxas, what are you doing?"

"Vu were vetting ith melth," Roxas mumbled, his mouth full of the ice cream. He finished off the stick and threw it into the trash. "Naminé, you can't just let it melt! You have to finish it before it melts."

"You're very passionate about sea-salt ice cream," Naminé observed, giggling slightly.

Roxas felt his spirits lift. He had made her laugh. Unintentionally of course, but he had made her laugh. That had to count for something. "So anyway," he said, frowning and slightly depressed again. "My cookies got burnt by Axel."

A slight smile graced Naminé's lips. "Oh, Roxas," she said, sighing softly. "Don't be sad about that. Next time, I'll come down and help you make the cookies, okay?"

Roxas' mood brightened considerably, and he grinned. "You mean it, Naminé?"

Naminé nodded slowly.

"Thank you!" Roxas crowed, grabbing the young girl in a hug and squeezing her tightly. "You're the best, Naminé." He was so glad that the young girl was coming out of her shell and beginning to really talk to him. She had been mostly silent when they first met, and he had been too. It had been awkward back then, but now it seemed like they belonged together in the same room always.

Awkwardly, Naminé rested her hand lightly on Roxas' back and hugged back slightly. "You're welcome, Roxas," she replied, feeling a bubble of joy rise up into her chest.

Roxas grinned and hugged her even tighter, forgetting about his own melting stick of sea-salt ice cream in his hand. Maybe his failure hadn't been that bad… After all, he had gotten a hug from Naminé. Pulling away slightly, Roxas grinned. "Say, Naminé. What do you say we meet tomorrow morning to bake some cookies? Bring Axel along too. He won't care much."

Naminé smiled back, staring down at her sandals shyly. "Okay," she said, lifting up her gaze. "I would love that…Roxas."