Pens

"Roxas...!"

As always, after he heard that calm voice, he felt something hit his head. Wincing a bit, he looked: ah, another one of these. Sighing quietly, Roxas bent down and picked up a ball pen. He could make out a picture of a grinning gorilla saying, "Lovely Utah" on the ball pen. He looked up and saw his friend and classmate, Naminé, standing by the front door of the class.

"To the library, Day Dreamer," she teased with her usual smile. She then stuck her tongue out playfully before walking away with Kairi, Olette and Selphie. Roxas looked once more at the Lovely Utah ball pen before shaking his head. He placed the pen into his bag, and thought of the box back at home: see, he had this box, which was full of other pens and colour pencils that Naminé had thrown at him to get his attention.

Yep, you read it right: the pens and colour pencils she had thrown at him to get his attention.

Because he was such a Day Dreamer.

All right, it was an effective way to get one's attention, but what the hell? She had been doing it since they were six! And whenever she threw a pen or a colour pencil at him, she never, ever, came back to collect them. Roxas had tried to ask her whether she wanted them back or not, but each time he tried, Naminé would always - somehow - 'disappear' mysteriously.

"You heard her, Day Dreamer — to the library!" Sora said, nudging him by the shoulder as he walked past, grinning his trademark grin.

"Shut up," Roxas said, rolling his eyes. Only Sora, his cousin, knew how the box at home was overflowing with Naminé's pens and other writing/art tools. Sora was his cousin, and Roxas had lived with him ever since his parents died back when he was ten. "I'm not a day dreamer — why does she keep calling me that?"

"My dear cousin," Sora said in a would-be wise voice, "why d'you think she keeps throwing pens at you to get your attention? Heck (he stopped sounding wise here), you won't even lift your head if I shout at you using a microphone!"

"That's not true," Roxas denied flatly. "I mean…that's just not true."

Okay. Maybe it was true. Well, a bit true. Gah! Okay, fine! He was a Day Dreamer! But it's not like he's dreaming about flying to Hollywood or anything — he was just…thinking.

Yeah.

Thinking about…life.

Like...why the chalk is white.

Okay, chemistry time. It's white because - forget about it.

Or, like, why those who did not work hard in school, and ended up being a singer, could earn more money that those who worked their asses off in school, and ended up being a lecturer, but could never earn as much as the former ones.

See? Stuff like that.

So basically, he was NOT day dreaming!

He was NOT a day dreamer!

Or so he said.

—X—

He felt something hit his shoulder. That item fell onto the floor with a small noise. He turned to look: a red colour pencil…coming from his northeast.

Naminé.

Roxas glanced up to see blue eyes looking at him. She cocked her head slightly to the front: Mr. Leonheart was pacing around the class and was approaching his row. Quickly, Roxas turned his attention to the mathematics questions he had on his table. Each student had they heads bent down so low — Mr. Leonheart, or Sir Leon for short, was a fierce maths teacher (no kidding, he walked around carrying his Gunblade…)

Sir Leon passed his desk without saying anything, and he quietly sighed in relief. How Naminé dared to throw a colour pencil during Sir Leon's class, he had no clue. Roxas mouthed a 'thank you' and Naminé merely smiled one of her gentle smiles before turning to her maths questions. Day dreaming in Sir Leon's class was not a god idea…

Thank goodness Naminé and her pens and colour pencils were there to save him!

—X—

Roxas caught up with Naminé at the end of school. She was at her locker, keeping some books away. Olette waved goodbye to her, and that left Naminé alone. Sora was already gone with Kairi (man, those two were so doing fine…). He took a deep breath and exhaled, and made his way towards her.

He leaned against the locker next to hers and held up the Lovely Utah ball pen for her to see. He waited for her response. She gave a sideways glance. He lifted his eyebrows, waiting.

"Click it and you're ready to write," she provided helpfully, smiling and closing her locker.

"And the other pens?" he asked.

"Click 'em, just click 'em," she said. "I hate pens with caps, so, yeah."

He stared. "You're being sarcastic."

"I'm being sarcastic?"

"You know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Do I, now?"

"Naminé!"

"Roxas Hikari!"

Roxas groaned and Naminé laughed.

"Naminé, there's a box full of freaking pens and colour pencils that you've—"

"Later, Roxas," she said, waving. She's doing it again! Walking away from him when he's going to return her things! "Mum's making cookies and she might destroy the kitchen without me…"

Roxas gave her the 'don't you dare!' look, but she merely retreated and waved at him. A group of students walked past, separating the two, and when they were away, she was gone.

Damn, how did she do that?

—X—

Roxas was lying on his stomach in his room, staring at the pen and the red colour pencil he had in his hands. Beside him were the blue colour pencil (he got that during gym class) and the Itex drawing pen (and he got that during lunch). He then frowned at the box across the room. The label read 'Naminé's Stationeries…When Am I Gonna Return Them?' and the words were written in red letters. Roxas aimed and threw the Lovely Utah ball pen and it got into the box. Bull's eye! Aaand Roxas Hikari scored again!

He picked up the colour pencil and aimed again. Will he be able to score yet again? We shall wait and see…! He jumps — he aims — oh, no he's blocked but — ah, nonetheless, he got away and, and, and —

"BOOH!"

Roxas took no notice and threw the colour pencil into the box.

"And he scores AGAAAIIN! WAHOO!" Roxas shouted, punching the air. He rolled over and saw Sora standing at his doorway. This made him jump. "Jeez, cousin, don't you ever knock?"

"I did, like, ten times! I even 'booh'ed you, didn't you hear me?" Sora said, rolling his eyes.

"No, I didn't…"

Suddenly Sora grinned. "Oh yeah, only Naminé's pen-throwing could bring you back to reality!" He took a pencil and threw it to Roxas, imitating Naminé's actions. "Roxas," he said in a high pitched voice, "Roxas you Day Dreamer, snap out of it—"

Roxas threw the Paopu fruit-shaped pillow towards a cackling Sora and he dodged away.

"Man, you guys are romantic!" he said.

"What d'you mean?" he snapped.

"It's like, you guys are sending secret messages to one another or something. Like, green means 'you look cute today!' while red means 'you're hawt today!'"

"Man, shut the hell up!" Roxas said, his face burning. Again, Sora cackled like mad. Messages? What messages? Like, hell! Sora NEEDED to shut up! Why? Well, because he, O' Glorious Roxas, can NOT be seen BLUSHING in front of anyone! "Out, Sora!"

"Oh, come on! I was joking!"

"OUT!"

Sora dodged Roxas' alarm clock and instead, it hit Cloud's head when he passed by. Cloud was Sora's brother. And I assure you, like any other brothers, Cloud was not pleased to be hit with an alarm clock on the head. Sora stopped cackling. Then, both cousins pointed at each other.

"Blame Sora!"

Blame Roxas!"

They glared at each other, eyes narrowed.

"Blame him!"

"Blame him!"

Cloud gave both of them his death glare, and both boys jumped with an 'eep!' before slamming their bedroom doors shut. Cloud shook his head.

"Always does the trick," said he, and walked away.

Pens chapter one —owari desu—

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