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Cigarette Boy and Memory Girl

Chapter One: Nicknames

Old cigarettes and memories thrown away create quite an explosion.

There was a photo album on the ground. A tattered, old, worn out album that smelled like strawberries in the summertime and coffee, Roxas noted as he brought the album close to his face. He liked the smell, but the note that fell out of the album he loved it, even more.

In neat cursive writing that obviously belonged to a girl three words were written and they made him itch for a cigarette.

Please burn this.

Axel would get a kick out of this, a girl who wants to burn something full of memories. She wants to burn something, and all Axel does is burn things. Maybe he should give this to Axel so that he could do a bunch of fancy tricks while setting it aflame it, but not before he took a peek inside it.

There were pictures, just as old and worn as the cover of the album. Pictures full of happiness and emotions that Roxas didn't even know existed. Looking at the pictures, it was easy to see who this album belonged to. The red head, obviously. She was the only one who looked like she could smell like strawberries, the blonde looks more like vanilla. The guy with silver hair and aquamarine eyes looked too cool to be doing something that stupid and the brunette, blue eyed boy who looked a lot like him, and would carry one if his life depended on it.

After all, guys do not carry photo albums.

End of story.

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A picture says a thousand words, whoever said that never thought it could work the other way. Roxas is a writer. He's a young writer and a nobody in the world of literature. He's read everything and knows everything. Always check your family tree before marrying somebody, a lesson he had learned by reading Oedipus Rex. There's more too, if the person who loves you is wearing a mask, there is a good chance they are disfigured. If the girl you love is dead, check to see if she put a potion causing her to fake her death.

But that's not all, Roxas has learned so many morals, it's a shame he doesn't bother embracing them and preaching him to the world. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't follow the rules, he only bends the rules to fit him.

He was amused.

He really was.

So he decided to break the rules of following your dreams and have some fun. Grabbing his old notebook, he left it right where Memory Girl left her photo album and ripped out some paper only to write three words, before sticking it back in the notebook, before putting it right by the trees, where he knew the note book would be sheltered if it ever started to rain.

Hidden by the trees and bushes, the notebook would be impossible to see. And he knew that it was common psychology to check back for something, right after you lose it or put it somewhere for some random person to take it.

He left with a smile.

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"What are you so damn happy for? Frown or something, your smiles are disgusting."

Roxas scowled, and glared at the pink haired man in front of him, "Shut up, you narcissist."

"Do you know what a narcissist even is, Roxy? Someone who is better looking than you are and knows it." Marluxia smirked, glancing at the boy who was playing with his lighter, who was currently glowering at him. "I don't speak Pretty Boy."

"Of course you don't, you are Cigarette Boy, of course."

"I thought that was Axel."

Marluxia looked at him dramatically, "Oh heavens no, Axel is the arsonist who loves to play with fire. You are the one addicted to nicotine."

At this moment, Axel decided to pop up, "And here I thought, he would be Shakespeare. Look at him, always writing something in that notebook of his." Axel quipped, earning a glare from Roxas, "What I'm writing is your death. If I'm lucky maybe Pinky would die too." Roxas retorted, looking at Marluxia when saying "Pinky," before looking back at Axel with a glare.

"Pinky?" Marluxia looked at Roxas with hints of rage lacing his voice.

"Yeah, Pinky, you know what Pinky and the Brain is, right? That stupid old TV show that soon got replaced with Mickey Mouse." Roxas clarified nonchalantly, not bothering to notice Marluxia's rage. "So according to you, I have an atrocious overbite, and am the idiotic lab rat-"

"Mouse, you're a lab mouse" Roxas corrected, as he began flipping pages of a magazine.

Axel who was all too amused by this banter decided to butt in, "So who's the Brain?"

Roxas regarded Axel lazily and smiled, "Oh…that's easy, it's Zexion."

Laughter erupted within the three, their argument soon forgotten the moment Zexion called.

"If I could reach you I would hurt you." That was all, Zexion said before the line went dead.

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"You reckon he has spies?" Axel asked, still trembling from laughter. Marluxia shook his head chuckling, "Maybe he called and by accident the phone got put on speaker."

"But how else could he reference to Pinky and the Brain that perfectly? I mean that was hilarious, wasn't it Roxas?"

Silence.

"Roxas?" Axel looked up from the TV and glanced around, but he wasn't there. Shrugging, Axel grabbed a soda as he flipped through the channels in a bored fashion, while Marluxia went out to water his Venus Fly Traps.

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"Big brother read me a story please?" Xion's bright blue eyes shined up at him with so much hope, Roxas would rather stab himself then say no. Nodding, Roxas had a smile on his face as Xion's excited look as the five year old climbed on his lap.

"Tell me about Snow White," She asked, causing him to nod in defeat. Snow White was her favorite princess, maybe because the name suits Xion very well. Her black as ink, eyes blue as the sky, skin white as snow, but her lips were pink as cotton candy and bubble gum. Roxas likes them that way, cute, childish and innocent, Xion created light in a young writer's life.

"Once upon a time…" He began, as she began to smile as his voice lured her to sleep. And soon, Roxas fell asleep too, but his thoughts were clouded by Memory Girl whose cherry lips, strawberry colored hair, and words lured him to sleep like a siren.

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The next morning, the notebook was gone.

And Roxas could only grin smugly, for his plan had worked.

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I don't own Pinky and the Brain either. Nor do I own Gore Vidal's quote: "A narcissist is someone better looking than you are." Nor do I own anything I made a reference to. And that quote Zexion had: "If I could reach you I would hurt you." NOT MINE.

What brought me to write this, I don't know. I think it was that first quote I have in italics. Not many people are major Roxiri fans like me, because most of what I write is Roxiri. Roxas and Kairi. Memory Girl could refer to Namine, but in this case it refers to Kairi.

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