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| Entry tags: | kh, one-shot, pg13, riku/roxas/sora, riku/sora, roxas/sora |
A Fairy Tale It Is
Title: A fairytale it is
Fandom: KH
Author: Gothatheartholo
Pairings: Ambiguous Roxas/Sora, mentioned Riku/Sora, possible/implied Riku/Roxas/Sora and implied others. Wow, how did I manage to get that all in there?
Rating/Warning: PG13 for hintage of yaoi?
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money off KH.
Summary: And in the perfect world, Roxas and Sora wouldn’t have to argue about some things that were never meant to be.
A/n: When I deleted one of my fics, I lost that 200 count. D: so I wrote this. =D it’s the companion piece to “It’s only a fairytale.”
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Sora was much taller now, with his firm stomach and his slim arms and legs. He looked strangely elegant with his white and long sleeved shirt and his black slacks. None of the old Sora could be traced back to who he was now-- except for his dazzling smile and his deep blue eyes.
I don’t think we really need to dress up like that, Roxas muttered and his voice was so soft and quiet in the chaotic thoughts of Sora’s mind that Sora had to ask him to repeat himself. Ironically enough, if people saw him in his room and saw that he was looking at the mirror as though he was talking to somebody, people would have thought he was crazy.
Why can’t you just wear something simple? It’s as if you’re going on a date or something, Roxas said in a scoffing, disapproving voice. If he had a physical body, he’d probably be frowning and crossing his arms right now.
“Man, and I thought I complain too much,” Sora said with an exasperated sigh. “Look, it’s not a date. It’s a reunion. A lot of my friends are going to be there-- like Donald and Goofy and Cloud and Aerith and--”
Leon, Roxas finished bitterly. Roxas only had his voice and he was going to utilize it to the fullest. What’s so special about him? He’s just some stoic bastard who can’t get over his past and who just happens to be very skillful with his weapon.
“Yeah, like you,” Sora said with a strange, uncharacteristic smirk. “And, I might include Riku on that list too, but I think he pretty much moved on. He actually asked me out when you were asleep.”
And why did I have to be asleep for that to happen?
“Because you’d probably take over our body and tell Riku off,” Sora said with that same smug smirk. “I don’t understand why you have to be so jealous. Riku’s been our best friend for years. He’s not just my friend, he’s your friend too; just as this body is not just my body, but yours too, because we’re halves of a whole.”
He never treats me the way he treats you, Roxas said with that same bitterness, recalling his past encounters with him. But that’s to be expected, because after all, I’m just a Nobody.
“No, you’re not,” Sora said stubbornly, crossing his arms. He was actually pouting now and Roxas had to laugh because it reminded him of the younger Sora. “Look, I love Riku and Riku loves me and if he’s going to be with me, then he has to learn to love you too, because you’re me.”
But what about you, Roxas wondered and his voice was starting to fade again, because he didn’t want to be heard anymore. He didn’t want to deal with all these confusing feelings he had for his Somebody. Is it weird to love--
“I dunno,” Sora said with a shrug. “But I do know that if we’re going to love somebody else, we have to have love for ourselves first, right?” He uncrossed his arms and let out a sigh. “Roxas, half of the time, I don’t even know why people like me, so I’m just as new to this as you are.”
I’m sorry, I just… wanted to know how you feel. There, Roxas had finally said it and now he wanted to disappear into the darkness of Sora’s mind and go back into the nothingness, where he was born. And, to answer your question, you’re a good person, Sora. That’s why everybody likes -- loves -- you.
“I don’t mean it like that, but…” Sora trailed off, shaking his head. He stepped forward, looking at the mirror closely. “I’m a dork and I’m wearing this stupid shirt and these stupid pair of pants. Jeez, you’re right. Why am I getting self-conscious over this?”
Roxas laughed again and if he could, he’d probably ruffle Sora’s hair and pull him into a hug just because Sora had rubbed off on him for years and years, giving him all sorts of new emotions to feel.
And in the perfect world, Roxas and Sora wouldn’t have to argue about some things that were never meant to be. They would have had separate lives. Roxas would have won Sora’s heart fair and square.
At least, in this reality, Sora didn’t outright reject Roxas. How could he? How could he reject a part of himself? The half that made him whole?
You know what, even if I didn’t complain about your clothes, I bet Riku will, Roxas said cheerfully, feeling slightly better and relieved about his recent realization. I bet he’s going to be just as jealous as I am.
Sora groaned and glanced at the door of his room. A silver clock hung above it, going tick and tock as time passed by. “And he’s coming around this time to pick me up too. Crap! I need to change my clothes quick!”
Ya know, I’d help you, but…
“Oh, shut up!”
Heheh!
Fin.
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A/n: :D :D
Welp, if you like it, review; if you want me to write more Roxas/Sora stories, review. If you think this needs improvement, review and tell me why. =D
Sora was much taller now, with his firm stomach and his slim arms and legs. He looked strangely elegant with his white and long sleeved shirt and his black slacks. None of the old Sora could be traced back to who he was now-- except for his dazzling smile and his deep blue eyes.
I don’t think we really need to dress up like that, Roxas muttered and his voice was so soft and quiet in the chaotic thoughts of Sora’s mind that Sora had to ask him to repeat himself. Ironically enough, if people saw him in his room and saw that he was looking at the mirror as though he was talking to somebody, people would have thought he was crazy.
Why can’t you just wear something simple? It’s as if you’re going on a date or something, Roxas said in a scoffing, disapproving voice. If he had a physical body, he’d probably be frowning and crossing his arms right now.
“Man, and I thought I complain too much,” Sora said with an exasperated sigh. “Look, it’s not a date. It’s a reunion. A lot of my friends are going to be there-- like Donald and Goofy and Cloud and Aerith and--”
Leon, Roxas finished bitterly. Roxas only had his voice and he was going to utilize it to the fullest. What’s so special about him? He’s just some stoic bastard who can’t get over his past and who just happens to be very skillful with his weapon.
“Yeah, like you,” Sora said with a strange, uncharacteristic smirk. “And, I might include Riku on that list too, but I think he pretty much moved on. He actually asked me out when you were asleep.”
And why did I have to be asleep for that to happen?
“Because you’d probably take over our body and tell Riku off,” Sora said with that same smug smirk. “I don’t understand why you have to be so jealous. Riku’s been our best friend for years. He’s not just my friend, he’s your friend too; just as this body is not just my body, but yours too, because we’re halves of a whole.”
He never treats me the way he treats you, Roxas said with that same bitterness, recalling his past encounters with him. But that’s to be expected, because after all, I’m just a Nobody.
“No, you’re not,” Sora said stubbornly, crossing his arms. He was actually pouting now and Roxas had to laugh because it reminded him of the younger Sora. “Look, I love Riku and Riku loves me and if he’s going to be with me, then he has to learn to love you too, because you’re me.”
But what about you, Roxas wondered and his voice was starting to fade again, because he didn’t want to be heard anymore. He didn’t want to deal with all these confusing feelings he had for his Somebody. Is it weird to love--
“I dunno,” Sora said with a shrug. “But I do know that if we’re going to love somebody else, we have to have love for ourselves first, right?” He uncrossed his arms and let out a sigh. “Roxas, half of the time, I don’t even know why people like me, so I’m just as new to this as you are.”
I’m sorry, I just… wanted to know how you feel. There, Roxas had finally said it and now he wanted to disappear into the darkness of Sora’s mind and go back into the nothingness, where he was born. And, to answer your question, you’re a good person, Sora. That’s why everybody likes -- loves -- you.
“I don’t mean it like that, but…” Sora trailed off, shaking his head. He stepped forward, looking at the mirror closely. “I’m a dork and I’m wearing this stupid shirt and these stupid pair of pants. Jeez, you’re right. Why am I getting self-conscious over this?”
Roxas laughed again and if he could, he’d probably ruffle Sora’s hair and pull him into a hug just because Sora had rubbed off on him for years and years, giving him all sorts of new emotions to feel.
And in the perfect world, Roxas and Sora wouldn’t have to argue about some things that were never meant to be. They would have had separate lives. Roxas would have won Sora’s heart fair and square.
At least, in this reality, Sora didn’t outright reject Roxas. How could he? How could he reject a part of himself? The half that made him whole?
You know what, even if I didn’t complain about your clothes, I bet Riku will, Roxas said cheerfully, feeling slightly better and relieved about his recent realization. I bet he’s going to be just as jealous as I am.
Sora groaned and glanced at the door of his room. A silver clock hung above it, going tick and tock as time passed by. “And he’s coming around this time to pick me up too. Crap! I need to change my clothes quick!”
Ya know, I’d help you, but…
“Oh, shut up!”
Heheh!
Fin.
***
A/n: :D :D
Welp, if you like it, review; if you want me to write more Roxas/Sora stories, review. If you think this needs improvement, review and tell me why. =D