You were the only one...I ever liked... Light AkuRoku poem.
A poem from Axel to his best friend.
Some days I don't like to play... A Luxord poem.
Just a sad story about Roxas and Sora. All completely fiction. None of this actaully happens, I was just cleaning out my bookshelf last night, because before it had been filled with childrens books...
Recently, Riku found he loved the color white.
Riku promised himself that he'd never be like Ansem. But he couldn't ignore the voices in his head.
Sora doing naughty things with his keyblade while missing a certain silver-haired pretty boy...I don't own anything.
Spilling coffee on a certain red-head is certainly a way to change your day around.
Xaldin's observations in the Castle of the Beast. Spoilers for KH2.
The keyblade master deals with unfinished business. Spoilers for KH2, post-game.
Aerith reminds him of Her sometimes. [references to Squall/Rinoa and Cloud/Aerith, plus bonus Leon/Aerith if you squint just right]
a picture really can speak a thousand words. roxas will learn that much.
YURA : because throwing that paper ball at him was a terrible, terrible mistake.