Title: Four Seasons

Season: Fall

Pairing: AkuNami(Axel/Namine)

Notes: Okay, so this is my first time trying to write something as a. . .I don't know, remembrance? Like somebody is remembering something. I don't know what to call it.

Disclaimer: I don't own KingdomHearts. DUH-UH!

Enjoy.~

The first thing I remember about him was that his hair matched the color of the leaves.

It was late August; school had just started, and I was walking home from school, the assigned book of my Literature class Romeo and Juliet in my hand. I had my nose buried in it; I loved the book. Before I went into high school Literature class, I knew nothing of Shakespeare. How glad I was when he was finally presented to me.

Anyway, I was walking down the street just reading my book when we suddenly collided into each other. Coffee, books, and papers suddenly flew and scattered into the air as we crashed onto the ground. At first when I opened my eyes I thought I had passed out, but then I realized I couldn't see anything because my face was pressed into the ground. I sat up, rubbing the tip of my nose.

"Oh, Christ."

I turned my head around to see who was speaking. The strangest guy I had ever seen was on his knees, grabbing my school papers that were mixed with the fallen leaves off the ground before the wind could snatch them away. He had spiky, violent red hair and luminescent green eyes with strange tattoos underneath them. He had a lean, pale face with a straight nose and thin lips. He cursed as a couple of papers slipped past his fingers and were carried off the down the street. Instead of chasing after them, he grabbed the ones he could until all the papers were messily collected into his hands. That's when he finally looked at me.

"These yours?" He shook the papers in his hands.

Even though the answer was obvious, I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him. I guess he took my silence as anger because he sighed and picked up the rest of my stuff. "Look, I'm really sorry," he said. "I should have been paying attention, I know. And now I lost some of your papers." He sighed.

I stood up and he turned around to look at me. "Oh shit…"

Suddenly, I was aware of an uncomfortable wetness on the back of my pants. I turned my torso around to look, and sure enough, the back of my pants were wet. And from the smell of it, it was coffee. I should have been mad, fuming actually, because these were my favorite pants. But I wasn't. I did feel kind of bummed out, though. I would smell like coffee until I could change out of my clothes. . .

"Shit, shit, shit!" The guy cursed, nearly dropping some of my stuff. "My coffee…Dammit, I'm really sorry! Your pants-I-my coffee-"

"It's ok," I said. He shut up and looked at me, as if he was surprised I could speak. I smiled at him and grabbed my bag off the ground. "It's ok. I mean, they're just pants. I can wash them, you know."

"Well yeah, but…" He trailed off, still staring at me. Shaking his head, he handed me my papers and books. "I believe these belong to you."

"Yeah, they do," I took the papers from him and threw them into my bag, knowing they could crumple up badly, but I didn't care. I started to reach for my book when he pulled it back and studied the cover. "Romeo and Juliet, hm?" He said, then shrugged and handed it back to me. "Isn't that typical for a girl your age."

I snatched the book out of his hands, slightly annoyed by this comment. Who was he to say something like that, especially after spilling coffee on me? Though the way he said the last bit made me wonder how old he was. He certainly didn't look around my age; I would later find out that he was, in fact, a good 19 years old. Way out of my age restrictions (I was 15 then).

"I'm not reading it out of my own free will," I said with an edge to my voice. "It was assigned to me in my Literature class. If it wasn't I wouldn't be reading it." No way was I going to tell a stranger who thought it was typical of girls my age to read Romeo and Juliet that I actually liked the book.

He laughed and said, "Chill, chill. Shakespeare is cool. I like a lot of his stuff."

"Oh, really?" I doubted.

He bobbed his head up and down. "Mhm hmm, mhm hmm."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever…Uhm, thanks for getting some of my papers." I hiked my backpack back into my shoulders. "I'll see you around."

"Wait!" He said before I turned around. "Look, I spilt coffee on you and made you lose some of your papers. The least I could do to make it up to you would be to carry your stuff home." He flashed me a mischievous smile before he added, "Plus, you're kinda cute. I wanna get to know you."

Oh, I remember how that last part made my face go up in flames. If he had been any other guy, I probably would have stuttered some nonsense, blush and stutter some more as I thanked him, then ran all the way back home. But I guess my mind unconsciously knew he was different, so I acted differently.

Instead of doing those things, I smiled back at him. "Well…Okay, I guess." I slid my backpack of my shoulders and handed it to him. "Just don't trip me this time, OK?"

He gave me a sarcastic smirk as he grabbed the straps with his hand. "I'll try my best. Just don't get in my way."

I glared at him for a moment until I realized I didn't even know his name. "Hey," I began. "If you're going to be walking me home…I have to know your name."

His smirk grew wider as he tapped his right temple with his index finger and said, "The name's Axel. Got it memorized?"

So, that's the first chapter. SO EXCITING, HUH!?! Anyway, please review because constructive criticism and praise is always nice to read :)

~IF