Help Me Remember
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Kingdom Hearts › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,037
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters, and I am not profiting from writing this story.
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Author’s Note: I think I remembered where I was going with this. Yay for me, haha. I know this is a rather short chapter, but I just got a small burst of inspiration, but thankfully I’m already working on the third chapter. I just need to drink some more DQ milkshakes, I guess.
I went back to edit the first chapter because for some reason it decided to clump together where it shouldn’t and that’s really annoying, after I had it set out a certain way in word.
With that said, on to the other stuff:
Publish Date: July 7, 2010
Warnings: Swearing
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It was surprising, really. He honestly thought Roxas would have shown himself long before the time was up, but that boy always had been full of surprises. But then again, so was he.
“Come on, Roxas…” He looked to the door, holding a detonation controller. “Don’t disappoint me…”
Still nothing. He sighed. Damn kid, just had to ignore all the threats and warnings like last time.
“Looks like I’m left with the really icky jobs…as usual.” His finger hovered above the button. “I really didn’t want to do this…but you left me no other choice…”
“Aggnnh! Shit!” He paused, finger still hovering over the button. Was that what he thought it was? “WAIT!” He chuckled. Yep.
Three…two…one…
And as predicted, Roxas burst through the office door, stumbling over his feet and falling to the floor face first.
“You never were graceful, were you?” He laughed, looking down at the boy. He put down the detonator and took a couple of strides over to him.
Roxas lifted his head, fear evident in his blue eyes only for a fraction of a second before they narrowed.
“Oh don’t give me that look. It never got you very far anyway.”
Roxas growled, using his hands to slowly push himself up. “Stop talking like we know each other! I’ve never met you before in my life! And frankly, I’m starting to get pissed off with you.”
For a brief second he felt a pang of sorrow in his chest, this boy was just so oblivious to it all. He always had been. But he shook it off giving Roxas a slow smirk. “Trust me, Roxy, you know me very well.”
“I really don’t see how—“
“Hold out your hand.”
“…What?”
“You heard me.”
Roxas watched the redhead wearily, eyeing the detonator in his hand, knowing full well any decision he made impacted everyone’s lives in this school. Reluctantly he held his hand out.
“Good. Now. Summon it.”
That was certainly not what he expected to hear.
“W-what?” Roxas was beginning to wonder if this creepy redhead who stalked him wasn’t some escaped patient from a mental penitentiary. “Summon what?”
The man frowned, taking a step toward him. Roxas didn’t even have to think about it, he automatically backed up. “So you remember nothing then?”
Roxas just shook his head, not sure how to answer that question.
“I don’t believe this…” The man’s finger was poised above the button again. Roxas’ heart jumped in his throat.
“No!” With surprising agility and speed he lunged at the redhead, knocking the detonator out of his hand, and tackled him to the floor.
“Heh, well this is familiar.” The redhead smirked up at Roxas, “although I always did prefer the top myself.”
“Wha…uggh!” Once Roxas realized how they were positioned—straddling the redhead’s waist, and hands pinning his shoulders to the floor—he scooted off as quickly as possible and reached for the detonator.
“Now,” he could feel his face growing hot with a deep blush, “tell me why you’re here.”
“Aw Roxy, there you go ruining my fun again.” The man chuckled, getting to his feet, dusting himself off.
“Don’t call me that!”
“Why?”
“Because I hate that name. It makes me sound like a girl.”
The redhead chuckled. He remembered that exact response coming from the blond the first time they met.
“Alright then Roxas, let’s make a deal.” Blue eyes narrowed dubiously giving Roxas that adorable badass look he got when he was trying to be defiant. “Come with me and I’ll forget about blowing up the school.”
“And do what?”
“What’s that?”
“What are you planning to do to me?”
The redhead gave him a slow smirk, watching him under slightly hooded eyes. “Mm, that depends.”
“You’re fucking sick!” Roxas spat, turning and running for the door figuring he had nothing to worry about now that he had the detonator.
But he was wrong.
He got as far as the hallway when the red haired maniac caught up with him, strong arms wrapping around his waist and dragging him back in to the office.
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Author’s Notes: I’m determined to continue this one even if it kills me. I have so much planned for it now it’s not even funny. I’ll just grab another milkshake when I go back to work tonight, haha.
I went back to edit the first chapter because for some reason it decided to clump together where it shouldn’t and that’s really annoying, after I had it set out a certain way in word.
With that said, on to the other stuff:
Publish Date: July 7, 2010
Warnings: Swearing
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It was surprising, really. He honestly thought Roxas would have shown himself long before the time was up, but that boy always had been full of surprises. But then again, so was he.
“Come on, Roxas…” He looked to the door, holding a detonation controller. “Don’t disappoint me…”
Still nothing. He sighed. Damn kid, just had to ignore all the threats and warnings like last time.
“Looks like I’m left with the really icky jobs…as usual.” His finger hovered above the button. “I really didn’t want to do this…but you left me no other choice…”
“Aggnnh! Shit!” He paused, finger still hovering over the button. Was that what he thought it was? “WAIT!” He chuckled. Yep.
Three…two…one…
And as predicted, Roxas burst through the office door, stumbling over his feet and falling to the floor face first.
“You never were graceful, were you?” He laughed, looking down at the boy. He put down the detonator and took a couple of strides over to him.
Roxas lifted his head, fear evident in his blue eyes only for a fraction of a second before they narrowed.
“Oh don’t give me that look. It never got you very far anyway.”
Roxas growled, using his hands to slowly push himself up. “Stop talking like we know each other! I’ve never met you before in my life! And frankly, I’m starting to get pissed off with you.”
For a brief second he felt a pang of sorrow in his chest, this boy was just so oblivious to it all. He always had been. But he shook it off giving Roxas a slow smirk. “Trust me, Roxy, you know me very well.”
“I really don’t see how—“
“Hold out your hand.”
“…What?”
“You heard me.”
Roxas watched the redhead wearily, eyeing the detonator in his hand, knowing full well any decision he made impacted everyone’s lives in this school. Reluctantly he held his hand out.
“Good. Now. Summon it.”
That was certainly not what he expected to hear.
“W-what?” Roxas was beginning to wonder if this creepy redhead who stalked him wasn’t some escaped patient from a mental penitentiary. “Summon what?”
The man frowned, taking a step toward him. Roxas didn’t even have to think about it, he automatically backed up. “So you remember nothing then?”
Roxas just shook his head, not sure how to answer that question.
“I don’t believe this…” The man’s finger was poised above the button again. Roxas’ heart jumped in his throat.
“No!” With surprising agility and speed he lunged at the redhead, knocking the detonator out of his hand, and tackled him to the floor.
“Heh, well this is familiar.” The redhead smirked up at Roxas, “although I always did prefer the top myself.”
“Wha…uggh!” Once Roxas realized how they were positioned—straddling the redhead’s waist, and hands pinning his shoulders to the floor—he scooted off as quickly as possible and reached for the detonator.
“Now,” he could feel his face growing hot with a deep blush, “tell me why you’re here.”
“Aw Roxy, there you go ruining my fun again.” The man chuckled, getting to his feet, dusting himself off.
“Don’t call me that!”
“Why?”
“Because I hate that name. It makes me sound like a girl.”
The redhead chuckled. He remembered that exact response coming from the blond the first time they met.
“Alright then Roxas, let’s make a deal.” Blue eyes narrowed dubiously giving Roxas that adorable badass look he got when he was trying to be defiant. “Come with me and I’ll forget about blowing up the school.”
“And do what?”
“What’s that?”
“What are you planning to do to me?”
The redhead gave him a slow smirk, watching him under slightly hooded eyes. “Mm, that depends.”
“You’re fucking sick!” Roxas spat, turning and running for the door figuring he had nothing to worry about now that he had the detonator.
But he was wrong.
He got as far as the hallway when the red haired maniac caught up with him, strong arms wrapping around his waist and dragging him back in to the office.
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Author’s Notes: I’m determined to continue this one even if it kills me. I have so much planned for it now it’s not even funny. I’ll just grab another milkshake when I go back to work tonight, haha.