Recipe of love

Summary: Take two students and put them in one high school. Add a cup full of arguments and a tablespoon of pure craziness. Throw in a love triangle and a pinch of luck. Mix it all together and what do you get?

Disclaimer: I don’t own Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, or any of that good stuff.

A/N: Well you guys voted and Spring Waltz had the most votes, so look forward to that very soon! Also, everyone thank you so much for reading this far and to all my faithful reviewers a special thanks to you. If it weren’t for your encouraging words this lazy authoress might not have been able to type up this story to this very point. So join me as we read the very last chapter of Recipe of Love and let it go with a bang!

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Roxas ran out of the classroom. His eyes darted back and forth from one direction to another. He could hear the footsteps of Naminé running. Running away from him. He hated that thought but right now his main concern was to find her before the footsteps became untraceable by sound.

He rushed in one direction and still heard the footsteps as they ran through the school halls. He looked ahead to see the flash of a foot that had probably just rounded the corner. He ran faster. As fast as his legs could carry him.

Turning the same corner Roxas could see her. Still running. He quickened his pace to the point where if he didn’t catch up, he’d fall over from exhaustion. It wasn’t the fact that Naminé was faster, but because he was stupid enough to hesitate as she ran out of the class.

The space between them was slowly becoming smaller. His heart seemed ready to explode, and his breath short. He reached out his hand and by some luck was able to lunge forward just the right amount to catch Naminé’s hand.

However he was rather foolish as he couldn’t stop himself and soon the two were toppling over another. Naminé on the floor stared as she was on the ground confused and dazed as to what had just happened. “I could’ve sworn I was running.” She whispered to herself.

“You…were…” Roxas panted out each word as he sat up. Naminé stared at the boy and who was sitting there practically gasping for breath. He looked over at her and saw her expression. It was a mixture of surprise, sadness, and confusion. “Don’t…don’t look like that.” He said. “Am I really that bad of a person for you to give me that look?” He asked reminiscing on a similar question she had asked him back at the cooking room.

Naminé stared at him for a bit longer before getting up. “Why would you chase after me?” She turned away from him. “Why put me through all of that and go chasing me giving me some form of hope when I know I’ll lose it again?” Her voice got louder with each word she uttered.

Roxas looked at her back. “Why did I chase you?” Roxas asked himself out loud. “I made you cry and I can’t even do anything right. I’m just a hopeless person who chased after you all these years not pausing to realize that maybe you didn’t want to be caught.” Roxas still sat on the ground and threw his head back so it hit the wall.

Naminé turned her head around. Her face showed her infuriation. “Yes you did make me cry. But don’t you ever call yourself hopeless in front of me!” She yelled at him and tears fell down as she did. “I’m the hopeless one so don’t even start to put the blame on yourself. I couldn’t figure out anything and when I did it was too late. Then we weren’t together and I blamed you when it was my fault to begin with. I’m the hopeless one.” She cried out.

Roxas got up and tried to wipe the tears from her but she wouldn’t let him. “What are you talking about?” He asked not really comprehending what she said. “Why are you blaming yourself?” He held onto her shoulders so he could wipe the tears away.

Naminé stood there crying and when Roxas put his hands on her shoulders she started to beat his chest senseless. “Why are you asking me that?” She bawled. “You’re the one who gave up on me because I couldn’t figure it out soon enough. And now we’re not together and I hate it because I never even got to tell you that I do like you. So I’m the hopeless one not you idiot. And you’re such an idiot for chasing me because now I’m here crying and you’re such an idiot.” She sobbed as he she pounded him with her fists. “Idiot. Idiot. Idiot!”

Roxas stood there not minding the fact that Naminé was hitting him considering her sobbing made her hits rather weak. “Did you…just say…you like me? Honestly like me?”

“Idiot!” She sobbed out again. “Are you such an idiot that you can’t hear?”

Roxas took her hands and stopped her from hitting him. “I am an idiot.” He said. “You liked me?”

“Don’t say ‘liked.’” Naminé said. “Idiot I still like you. But you had to go and ignore me so why did you chase me? It doesn’t make any sense.”

Roxas looked at her. “Why did I chase you…” Roxas ran the question through his head. “Because I still like yo-“ Roxas felt a fist hit him in the face. He stood there and felt the sting on his cheek. He looked up at Naminé who had her fist balled up. “W-what the hell was that for?”

“You go and tell me you like me then ignore me? How could I not punch you for that?” She lectured him.

“Why couldn’t you just have asked that? I mean was the punch really necessary?” He shouted at her.

“Of course, because maybe I can knock some sense into that spiky head of yours!” Naminé retaliated.

“Spiky head..!? Why you!” Roxas grabbed her wrist as if he was about to get her back but stood there and stared at her until the two burst into laughs.

“Some things never go away.” Naminé said as she laughed. “We fought like we always used to do.”

Roxas looked at her relieved to see her smiling. “I guess we’ll always be like that.”

Naminé nodded. “I guess so.” She looked up at him. “But really…why did you ignore me…you still like me don’t you? That’s what you were saying and-“

“I don’t like you. You’ve got to be kidding me Naminé. After everything we’ve been through, after all those years of liking you only to not have it work out and to be beaten by you a couple of seconds ago, after all of that, I don’t like you. I’m madly in love with you.” Roxas said exasperatedly.

Naminé stood there blankly as she was making sure she had heard right. He loved her. It was overwhelming but at the same time she felt lighthearted to hear how he honestly felt about her. “Then why did yo-?”

“Because I’m not Sora.” Roxas said answering her question.

Naminé began to hit Roxas again. “You’re so stupid. Why did I end up liking such an idiot? Sora’s not the one I’m falling for. It’s YOU! You, Roxas the biggest idiot I know and I’m falling for him.” She said as she continued to beat him.

Roxas stood there and smiled as she continued to beat him. He grabbed a hold of her wrists again and leaned in and kissed her. Naminé eyes widened as she wasn’t expecting that to happen since she was hitting him after all.

The two kissed and pulled away. Naminé blinked a couple of times and the blush became more apparent as seconds passed. Not knowing what to say to his reaction she looked up at his face and said the first thing that came to her mind. “You still have flour on your face.”

Roxas laughed. “I wonder why?” He replied as he leaned in and kissed her again.

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1 year later

Naminé stared at the meat patties on the grill. “Roxas everyone will be here for the barbecue soon, and I’m telling you that you didn’t marinate these correctly.”

“And I’m telling you, that you shouldn’t scrutinize a man and his grilling skills.” Roxas said as he swatted a patty with a spatula.

“Skills? Oh and tell me when did you develop skills? If I remember correctly someone burned my surprise birthday dinner last week. Tell me what skills were those?” She rolled her eyes.

“You told me you didn’t mind that it was burned.” Roxas shot back pretending to look hurt.

“Oh please Roxas. Not that look. Love hurts doesn’t it?” She pouted mocking him.

Roxas rolled his eyes. “Putting that particular dinner aside, you have to admit I’m a pretty good cook now compared to when I first started.

“I’ll give you credit for that. But you’ll never be good as me. At least not until you can memorize a recipe and cook it to perfection.” She smiled.

“Careful Naminé. You shouldn’t taunt me at my own house. I’ll have you know I have a recipe perfectly memorized and if you let me I can show it off to you.”

Naminé raised an eyebrow skeptical at what Roxas was telling her. “Oh? Well let’s see what you got.”

Roxas smiled proudly. “Alright. Well first you take one Naminé, and wrap it in Roxas’s arms.” Roxas pulled Naminé and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

Naminé laughed as she saw what Roxas was getting at. “I’m quite familiar with this recipe.” She joked.

“I would hope so. Now add in a cup of arguments. Check.” Roxas said referring to the small tiff they were in earlier. “Fix it up with apologies and laughter.” Roxas poked at Naminé’s side causing her to giggle as she was ticklish. “A-alright, I’m s-sorry. Hahaha, y-you’ve got quite the s-skills.” She said in between tickles.

Roxas looked satisfied but continued anyway. “Seal it with a kiss.” Roxas leaned in and kissed Naminé. When they pulled apart, Naminé couldn’t help but smile. “Seems delicious so far.” Roxas smiled and kissed her again before finishing it up. “And all you get-“

Naminé knew where he was going with the ‘recipe’ now and finished it for him. “-Is nothing but love.”

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Fin