Σάββατο (sabbato) wrote in anamneses,
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I'm right new to the community, and so I come bringing a story! I wrote it merely because I was too afraid to fall asleep (thanks to the Omen).

I hope you enjoy it. I normally don't write much about Roxas and I don't think I've written anything about him on kh_drabble. Though if you see something my writing journal is plastic_juice.

And now the time for introductions is over and it is story time!

Title: Sugar Coated Lies [Simple Games on my Deviantart account]
Character: Roxas [Mentiones Demyx, Axel, Xemnas, Xaldin, Luxord, and Marluxia].
Word count: 723
Warnings: Actually a bit of sexual ideas, but nothing other then that. So PG-13 is my rating.



There were certain matters that were best left up to the men. Roxas hated it when Axel and Demyx used that as an excuse to get away from him. Something about work or another, but it still irritated the boy all the same. He felt ruffled under the collar the moment they had mentioned they were going out together and that it was because they were men and he was still a boy. What was so wrong with being fifteen? He was not a kid as far as he was concerned – but the twenty-three-year-old Axel told him other wise.

And twenty one year old Demyx always agreed.

Of course that just irked the boy more. How could anyone be so shallow!? They were the ones who showed him what it was to feel physical attachment towards a person – in fact they obviously took his virginity. He was a man as far was he was concerned considering he was around men. Xemnas was near fifty, and the rest of the Organization followed in suit. The only person who was off by rank and age was Marluxia (with the possible exception for Xaldin and Luxord considering they looked young) because he was ranked lower than Axel, but he was older by four years.

Roxas scrunched his nose for a moment, realizing that made his relationship with Namine all the more creepy.

He kicked off his black boots, removed his black coat, stripped himself of the black shirt he wore beneath and then just stared for a moment at his black pants. Black, did Xemnas have a fascination with the colour black? Roxas thought a moment, unbuttoning them slowly as he continued with this process. Xemnas had that black and white coat that made him look like a Zebra, so why was the rest of the Organization in black? Was it because it made them evil? Were they evil? They were nowhere near the light, but also not near the dark. Twilight is what Axel called it, but Roxas thought it was a romanticized ideal of it all. But what is with the unhealthy obsession with black? Perhaps it was supposed to be in contrast to the sterile white walls that he was surrounded in day in and day out.

It was merely a thought but it was a thought to get his mind off of…

Off of…

Oh yes! Of course! That was right. Axel and Demyx being men. Roxas tossed his pants across the room and stuck out his tongue some. They were men? They acted as if they were his age – if not younger! Axel was a child, and Demyx was even more so. Yeah, that’s it, he was more of a man then they were!

Maybe.

Roxas stretched his arms, yawning a bit before he eyed the door. They weren’t going to show up into his room tonight. He was going to ignore them too. Let them be men. He could always go to Xemnas in the morning and demand a mission! Yeah, and that would, of course, only get him a rather queer look as the man looked upon his determined expression. Xemnas was always looking for a good laugh – not that he knew how to laugh. He had lost that ability long ago but he could still manage to remember how to fake an expression or two. Especially if he made a faux expression of glee.

That always made Roxas laugh a bit. The mental image of Xemnas with his hands close to his face, his eyes closed, and his lips turned into a mock expression of a smile, and this caused him to chuckle a bit. It would probably never cease to amaze him. It made him wonder if all men were like that. Trying to pretend they were children to never forget, but wouldn’t that logic already make him a man and one step ahead of the game?

Roxas let a wide grin cross his lips as he leaned back against the head board. He was indeed a man according to those standards. Which meant that he was going to have to tell Axel and Demyx he was a man by their logic and personality type. The fifteen year old nodded, and then curled up on top of his sheets.

He had beaten their logic with his own.

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