Current music:	Yoko Shimomura - Roxas
Entry tags:	axel/roxas, drabbles, kingdom hearts

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Axel/Roxas (Roxas/Axel? whatev, man) x 2

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Title: Cold
Prompt: Ice cream
Word count: 270
For: mefiant

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Roxas seems to have an unhealthy obsession with ice cream. Most of the time he's so serious, so intense, the perfect heartless soulless soldier for the Organisation, and yet sometimes when they're away from the endless crushing night of The World That Never Was, when Roxas demands that Axel buy him ice cream since "you owe me one" (which he so totally never does, but he lets Roxas have his way anyway) the blond will grin and it's like maybe there's somebody in there, somebody real.

Axel hates ice cream, honestly. It's too cold. He always tells Roxas it makes his teeth ache whenever he tries to make Axel eat it, but really he just doesn't like the cold. He'd always had a fascination with things that are hot, things that burn; it's one of the few things he can remember from before he became a Nobody. Now it's something he clings to because everything is cold, distant, fake. He's cold and empty inside because passion requires a heart, and the world they live in is cold and dark because you can't have a home if there's nobody there. Even Roxas is cold, most of the time.

Axel doesn't mind ice cream so long as he's not the one eating it, though, because Roxas's smile when Axel hands him the stupid thing is bright and real and Axel can feel it burn inside him, warming the nothingness that he thought would be cold forever like the sun melting the snow away and he can pretend, just for a little while, that he remembers what it's like to have a heart.

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Title: Guilty By Implication
Prompt: Organisation hijinks
Word count: 433
For: silvermuse89

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"Axel," Roxas says after he finally manages to pry Axel's hand away from his mouth, reproachful but resigned, "would you mind explaining why we're hiding in the dark in a room where I'm sure there are Dusks lurking around?"

He doesn't ask why Axel felt the need to involve him in whatever it is by grabbing him and dragging him into said room when he walked innocently by, because Axel always involves Roxas in his plans, whether Roxas wants to be involved or not. Usually Roxas doesn't even know about it until... well, until he's already been yanked into a closet or something and had Axel's hand clamped over his mouth to stop him yelling. It's probably the safest place to be, by this point; since Roxas is so notoriously tied up with Axel now, the other members of the Organisation blame him for Axel's idiotic pranks and expect him to know where Axel is automatically now.

"Oh, no reason," Axel says breezily. "Just felt like hanging out with my favourite Nobody. Great atmosphere in here, don't you think?"

Roxas attempts to glare rather half-heartedly, but he can't see Axel in the darkness. He's about to say something withering when he hears Marluxia screaming from maybe a corridor or two away.

"You little FUCKER, I'm going to ram my scythe so far down your throat it splits your STOMACH open--"

"What did you do?" Roxas groans softly, letting his forehead thud into the wall in frustration. "Seriously, Axel, he sounds pissed."

"Oh, nothing," Axel says innocently, about as believable as a dog surrounded by the remains of the pantry it ransancked. "Okay, so maybe I scorched his hair, just a little, but it's not like it didn't need a touch up. No, really, have you seen it? It's like he's forgotten shampoo ever existed!"

"One of these days," Roxas tells him, mouth twitching, "Marluxia or Vexen or one of the others will kill you for real, and I'm not going to stop them."

"You know you love me really," Axel says, and even though Roxas can't see him he knows that Axel is smirking disarmingly at him. "Since we're stuck here for a while anyway, why don't we make use of the privacy, huh?"

"There are still Dusks here," Roxas reminds him. "I just felt one slithering around my leg."

But really, Axel has got a point; they may as well, if they're going to be stuck here, and Roxas has to admit (despite the Dusks and lack of furniture) that he can definitely think of worse ways to spend his time.