Warnings: language, sarcasm, innuendo.
Word Count: 525
Notes: This is just a cute little scene that popped in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. XD My Roxas muse tends to flail internally a lot when it comes to Axel. FILLED WITH SARCASM-Y GOODNESS~! Pre-KHII and Pre-CoM.
Thirty minutes after being introduced to him, and Roxas was beginning to believe that this Axel person (not-person-Nobody) was the most annoying individual he had thus far encountered in his as-of-yet rather short existence.
For one, Axel liked to talk. A lot. Roxas valued silence. Secondly, Axel did not seem to be capable of appreciating well-thought-out sarcasm. Roxas had no clue if he’d been sarcastic back when he was a Somebody, because he remembered nothing of his life prior to this false existence of his, but he was sarcastic now. He’d raised sarcasm to an art form; he was king here, and Axel was far less—wasn’t even a lowly servant, or a peasant in Roxas’ kingdom. He didn’t deserve to be here with him, breathing his air, because he didn’t understand, whether Roxas’ returned (quipped) comments were laced with sarcasm or dripping with it.
Axel didn’t understand him, obviously, and because of that, Roxas didn’t really want to have anything to do with him. They would be allies, yes. Brothers-in-arms, maybe (brothers who liked to glare at each other across the table and mutter death threats, perhaps), but they would not be friends. Were Nobodies even capable of having friends, anyway? Roxas didn’t know because he’d never tried.
“Hey kid,” Axel suddenly said, his annoying voice filtering through Roxas’ thoughts, “I’m making an effort here; you should, too.”
Since Axel obviously didn’t understand Roxas’ brand of sarcasm, the blonde went for the more direct approach—one which could not be misinterpreted. “Fuck you.” Which, in less (and decidedly cruder) words, meant: I don’t like you and I don’t want to get to know you, so go away.
“Oh,” Axel gasped melodramatically, one gloved hand moving to momentarily cover his mouth in the pretense of shock, “but we barely know each other. You have to take me out to dinner first.” His lips quirked then into a small smirk. “And I hate to tell you kid, but I don’t do bottom—I’d be the one doing the fucking, thank you very much.”
Roxas was pretty sure then that he felt both his jaw and his imaginary crown hit the floor. Perhaps he’d been wrong about this strange… stranger that liked to talk too much. Perhaps Axel actually appreciated sarcasm, too.
Well, this changed things, didn’t it?
“You wish,” Roxas finally managed to retort, grimacing when he realized just how very pathetic his comeback was.
“Give me a little time, and I might warm up to the idea~,” Axel replied, his words full of feigned sweetness. “Maybe you will, too.”
Without another word, Roxas turned from his companion (or, rather, his acquaintance—his not-friend who just happened to be breathing the same air he was breathing) and walked away, not wanting the redhead to see his face, because he was pretty damn sure he was blushing.
And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was smiling, and he certainly couldn’t let Axel see that--not right now, anyway.
Because he was beginning to think that maybe getting to know this Axel person (not-person-Nobody) a little better wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.
Flustered, smiling Roxas FTW. XD He should not underestimate Axel, should he?