Summer Days *33* [Auron]

THIS IS THE AURON INDIVIDUAL RESULT. IF AURON IS NOT YOUR [BOC] THAN MOVE ALONG.

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"[Name]!" You heard a voice call, you were still to deep in sleep to

recognize it. You rolled over in bed, wrapping up in your sheets and

groaned.

"Go away. I'm tired..." You groaned out, drifting back into sleep. You

heard a low chuckle and someone walk towards your bed.

You felt a strong hand rest on your lower back, he leaned over and

kissed your ear whispering, "[Name] it's time to wake up."

You opened your eyes and turned around to see Auron.

You rubbed your eyes, curious to whether or not this was all a dream,

"Auron?"

He cracked a smile at you.

"What are you doing here? Where's Cloud?", you yawned, "And Ven and

Roxas?"

"Work. Cloud let me in before he left." He answered, "I don't have to

go to the station until this afternoon so I thought I would stop by."

He hesitated then asked, "That is alright isn't it?"

You sat up in bed shaking your head, "Of course it is. No problem."

You smiled, "Im glad you did."

You quickly got out of bed, "Here let me get ready and we can go do

something."

You paused and looked at him, "If that's you know alright with you?"

He chuckled and walked out shutting the door behind him.

You got ready quickly and headed downstairs.

Auron was flipping through a magazine that was laying on the kitchen counter, it looked like one of Ven's baseball magazines but you couldn't tell because as you stepped of the stairs he set it back down and stood.

"What was that?" You asked.

He shrugged, "A baseball magazine, Ventus's I presume. Cloud and Roxas never were fans of baseball."

"Are you?" You replied.

"I played when I was in high school." He answered.

You grinned, "Really? That's so cool!"

He smiled and opened the front door for you, "Where are we heading?"

You smiled and stepped through, "I have an idea."

"The Library?" He stared up at the large building, "I didn't know you

read."

You smirked and crossed your arms, "I didn't know you played baseball."

He chuckled and followed you inside.

Once Auron had passed through the doors into the main room a voice

cried out.

"Auron is that you?"

You both turned to see a lady at the circulation desk.

She had a reddish-purplish aura around her. She had red hair that was

graying at the roots and went to her shoulders it curled out at the

ends. Her eyes were brown and she wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Sandra." Auron greeted.

"So you really are back huh? Well that's good, maybe now you can start getting some of the town's trouble maker's under control again!" She replied.

Auron sighed, "What did he do this time?"

"That Axel Sinclair has been in my rose garden again! He stomped it

all up!" She cried out.

"Did you SEE him do it?"

"..I... Well no. But I KNOW it was him! It always is!"

"Nice seeing you again Sandra." Auron waved and dragged you away

towards the bookshelves not waiting for a reply.

"Who is she?" You asked.

"A paranoid old lady Axel has terrorized one to many times..." He trailed off as his eyes locked on yours.

He lifted your chin with his hand and cautiously set his lips on

yours. The kiss didn't last long but you sure do wish it had.

You blushed as he pulled away and you both just stood there looking at each other. He let go of your chin and took a step back.

You looked away, "Umm my book..."

You walked towards the computer but before you sat down you turned to Auron.

"Hey Auron I'm kinda hungry is there anyway you could I don't know..."

"Get a table for us somewhere?" He finished and you smiled and nodded.

"Sure. Meet me outside when your finished."

You waved bye as he walked towards the exit.

You sat down at the computer and quickly typed in 'Aura'.

Two books popped up. The first was in the fiction section and was

about some girl and her best friend or something. You skipped over it

and went to the second. It was in the nonfiction section, you wrote

the section number on a slip of paper by the computer and went to find it.

After searching aisle after aisle you finally found it. It was a thick

book, with old pages and a worn out cover. You picked it up and sat at

a nearby table. You flipped it open, skipping the intro and getting

straight to the information.

slang word Gazer, can see into a person's inner self.

The rest of the paragraph seemed to go on and on about how great the Gazer's were and how very few people could see and yadda yadda blah blah. You skipped over the next few pages, your eyes locked onto a section where the title was highlighted

Some