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kh_drabbleTheme: [181] Watch
Title: Time Goes By
Word Count: 390
Notes: When Roxas met Naminé…^^
It was four minutes to striking thirteen.
The minute hand paused in its ascent up the clock face, as if time itself had stopped. The clock was rather strange in that it had thirteen hours rather than twelve, but at the time, Luxord had just smiled knowingly and had added, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want it to be “Larxene o’ clock” am I right?”
Tick. Three minutes to striking thirteen.
Roxas was running. He was currently in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek between him, VIII, and IX in Castle Oblivion, and he was looking for a good hiding place. They wouldn’t have dared to do it if Marluxia or Zexion were around, but since the others were currently preoccupied with another mission, they were free to run around the castle as much as they wanted to, provided that they didn’t break anything in their frivolous little game.
Tick. Two minutes to striking thirteen.
Doors flew by him as he ran laughing with the enthusiasm only reserved for the happiest occasions. Already he heard Axel cry “Ready or not, here I come!” and a new wave of adrenaline rushed through him as his eyes scoured the white walls for any hideaway that was available. There, a door at the end of the hallway. Roxas rushed to it and grasped the handle.
Tick. One minute to striking thirteen.
Somewhere nearby he could hear Demyx complaining loudly as Axel found him. Smiling broadly, he closed the door and backed into the room, being very sure not to create any noise that might reveal his location.
There was a gasp behind him.
Turning around, Roxas stared upon a girl whom he had never seen before in his life; a girl, dressed all in white and with the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. In her hand was a yellow crayon, which she lowered to her sketchbook slowly, her mouth in the expression of surprise and at the same time, awe.
Tick. Thirteen o’ clock. The beautiful white clock that Luxord had crafted for her chimed quietly on the wall behind her.
“I’m Roxas.”
“I’m…I’m Naminé. I’ve heard about you…”
Tick. The clock moved on, but inside both of them, it was still thirteen o’ clock, chiming thirteen chimes as if the moment had remained indelible in their minds forever.
Title: Time Goes By
Word Count: 390
Notes: When Roxas met Naminé…^^
It was four minutes to striking thirteen.
The minute hand paused in its ascent up the clock face, as if time itself had stopped. The clock was rather strange in that it had thirteen hours rather than twelve, but at the time, Luxord had just smiled knowingly and had added, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want it to be “Larxene o’ clock” am I right?”
Tick. Three minutes to striking thirteen.
Roxas was running. He was currently in the middle of a game of Hide and Seek between him, VIII, and IX in Castle Oblivion, and he was looking for a good hiding place. They wouldn’t have dared to do it if Marluxia or Zexion were around, but since the others were currently preoccupied with another mission, they were free to run around the castle as much as they wanted to, provided that they didn’t break anything in their frivolous little game.
Tick. Two minutes to striking thirteen.
Doors flew by him as he ran laughing with the enthusiasm only reserved for the happiest occasions. Already he heard Axel cry “Ready or not, here I come!” and a new wave of adrenaline rushed through him as his eyes scoured the white walls for any hideaway that was available. There, a door at the end of the hallway. Roxas rushed to it and grasped the handle.
Tick. One minute to striking thirteen.
Somewhere nearby he could hear Demyx complaining loudly as Axel found him. Smiling broadly, he closed the door and backed into the room, being very sure not to create any noise that might reveal his location.
There was a gasp behind him.
Turning around, Roxas stared upon a girl whom he had never seen before in his life; a girl, dressed all in white and with the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. In her hand was a yellow crayon, which she lowered to her sketchbook slowly, her mouth in the expression of surprise and at the same time, awe.
Tick. Thirteen o’ clock. The beautiful white clock that Luxord had crafted for her chimed quietly on the wall behind her.
“I’m Roxas.”
“I’m…I’m Naminé. I’ve heard about you…”
Tick. The clock moved on, but inside both of them, it was still thirteen o’ clock, chiming thirteen chimes as if the moment had remained indelible in their minds forever.
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Date: 2009-03-30 11:14 pm (UTC)This makes me feel like the organization has two faces. xD A childish retarded one and a hurr we're evil one.
Also their meeting was so cute. :3
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Date: 2009-03-31 01:38 am (UTC)Very sweet, but not at all in a sugary way. Which is the way I so love. ♥
Luxord made her a clock d'awww. \o/