But anyways, onto the fun!
And I think our esteemed Guild Leader will get a kick out of this!
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This was done as an entry in an old Guild contest, "Writing by numbers". Basically, we rolled a dice and got the corresponding color and had to write a fic based on it. I got pink. >83
(Currently, it has no title, just "Dress".)
Roxas was a vision in pink when he emerged from the bathroom, clad in a frilly dress that pulled out all the stops, from the fringed lace corset and sleeves to the puffy skirt and giant bow on the back. Further adding to his embarrassment were a lacy headband and a pair of knee-high pink stockings. Purely out of embarrassment and paranoia, Roxas held down the front of the skirt.
Axel had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over with laughter.
“There. You’ve seen it. I'm taking this crap off now. "The younger Nobody grumped, glaring at his 'so-called' best friend.
“H-hold on,” Axel wheezed, clutching his chest and wiping tears from his eyes. “Give us a twirl first.”
“No.” Roxas said vehemently, tugging hard at the hem of the skirt and fixing Axel with a look of pure venom.
Axel pouted. “Aww, c’mon, Roxy. I wanna see!” Roxas shook his head hard in response, frowning deeply. “Fine, then I’ll come over there.”
Roxas’ eyes widened slightly as the older Nobody walked around him, studying him appreciatively, grinning all the while. Axel's side ached from laughter, slowing him down as Roxas promptly kicked him in the face once his personal space was invaded.
“Are you done, freak?"
“Who got you to wear this again?” Axel asked, pinching his bloody nose while deftly changing the subject and (as Roxas assumed) prolonging Roxas’ embarrassment.
“Besides you?” Roxas glared again at his friend, “Marluxia and Demyx.”
“They did? Marly and Dem-Dem?” Axel’s grin was positively devilish. Boy, did he wish the had camera here. This day would be permanently etched into his mind, no matter what happened.
“Marluxia’s a lot stronger than he looks,” Roxas fumed, “And Demyx is at least as tall as you, and you’re a good foot and a half taller than I am. Plus, when he’s determined to do something, he gets a little… scary.” He let out a slight shudder, remembering the look in the uniquely coiffed Nobody’s eyes, as though someone had flipped a switch in him from 'clueless' to 'badass'.
Axel chuckled lightly and smirked. “All right, all right, I give you that. And I guess it was hard with two of ‘em, too, eh?”
Roxas nodded. “Yeah. But I gave them some pretty nice bruises before they finally overpowered me.” He couldn’t help but smirk. Both of them had hilariously girly yelps of pain. Axel smiled back at him, then tugged delicately at the fabric of the bow that seemed to take up more fabric than the dress itself. Roxas snarled with an intensity to rival Saix as he wheeled around and promptly swept Axel's feet out form underneath him. Roxas continued to fumble with the outfit, ignoring Axel as he whacked his head on the floor and strung a colorful string of curse words for anyone nearby to hear.
“Where did they even get this thing?” Axel wondered aloud once the pain in the back of his head subsided. He seemed to enjoy Roxas' obvious discomfort.
“How the hell should I know?” Roxas groaned, scooting away from the older Nobody. “All I know is that one minute I was minding my own business, and the next I was attacked by two madmen and an insane amount of pink fabric.”
“I dunno about that last bit,” Axel mused, stepping out of Roxas' kicking range. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much to it.”
“That’s why it’s insane.” Roxas retorted. “Well, not that it’d be any saner if I was more covered—”
“Ah ha!” Axel crowed, startling the younger Nobody who stared aghast at his friend. “I knew you were hiding something! Panties!” He was absolutely beaming up at Roxas’ horrified face.
“Don’t look under there!” Roxas cried, yanking the fabric from Axel’s grip and pressing his back to the wall, pulling the hem of the skirt down as far as possible.
“I hope you didn't go stealing them from a certain Savage Nymph, otherwise that outfit will be bright red before the day's done."
Axel's grin was no deterred, even as Roxas' own swear words filled the hair.
However, after a certain amount of teasing and threats to call the other in, his smile was deterred when Roxas came at him determined to kick his teeth in.
Marluxia and Demyx didn't have time to garb hold of the wall to steady themselves. Both of them were on the ground, literally rolling with laughter at what they'd found after hearing noises equivalent to a train crash coming from this very room.
Roxas was sitting in a chair, clad in his normal black coat with his feet up on a table as he read a thick-looking novel, and oblivious as to what had caused their maniacal laughter.
Axel, in the meantime, was hanging from a light fixture, supported by a liberal amount of pink cloth and secured tightly with a large pink bow. To his horror, the outfit was completely fireproof.
And this time, some managed to have camera.
