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Casanova in Training [completed]

Character(s): Vyers and Roxas (eventually Timon and others?)
Content: Vyers decides to give Roxas a little friendly advice.
Setting: Vyers' place
Time: Noonish, week 22, before Larxene's journal entry
Warnings: Lulz

It was impossible for Vyers not to notice the commonality between Roxas's friends: they were both female. For him to have gained the close friendship of two lovely young ladies so quickly and to be so close showed quite a bit of promise for his success in further endeavors later on. While he seemed to have a natural attraction going for him, such skills needed to be honed and controlled, and with someone like Timon teaching him, the boy was likely to lose them altogether.

Luckily for Roxas there was someone like Vyers around, someone who knew well how to treat and capture the heart of a young lady.

"Roxas, may I speak with you a moment?" the demon asked once he managed to find the boy.

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As usual, Roxas was sitting on the sofa in the living room, thinking to himself. That was all he ever really did unless he went out, or he was hanging with Timon and Simba. What was out of the ordinary, though, was Vyers wanting to talk to him. Roxas kept mostly to himself around the demon, so it was weird to be approached by him.

"Uh...sure..." he said, looking up at Vyers from his seat.

"While I am sure you have given it little thought, I could not help but notice the fact that most of your friends seem to be female. As a growing young man, it is important that you learn how to talk to women. To catch their eye, to gain their adoration! In other words..." Vyers trailed off, an idea suddenly coming to him. It would have to wait for a later date, but perhaps it might... He could think about it later. At the moment, he had a lesson to continue.

"It is a very important skill," he finished.

"Huh? Talk to...girls?" That...was not what Roxas had been expecting. Then again, Roxas really hadn't known what to expect at all. "What's wrong with the way I talk to them now?"

"Nothing at all," Vyers replied, waving a hand dismissively. "But there comes a time where one's feelings toward another might change, and in that special change, he might find a need for a change in the way he speaks to them." The demon wagged his finger with a playful wink. "At the very least it could be information you could store for later, hm?"

"I'm...not sure what you mean. Why would my feelings change?" That didn't make any sense to the blond at all. The wink didn't help any either, or the finger wagging. He liked Xion and Naminé just fine, why should he change that?

This... was going to be a lot more difficult than he had first thought. Vyers straightened, cupping his chin in thought. How was he going to explain this? He would rather keep as far away from "the talk" as possible (he couldn't remember if he had actually managed to work up the courage all those years before with Laharl), so he'd have to just... skirt around that part of the explanation, he supposed.

"It is a very complicated process. One you are unlikely to understand until it happens, unfortunately. But you should not worry, dear boy, it is a phase that all must go through at some point in their lives."

"I don't get what you're talking about," Roxas answered. He was really, really lost. "But...if you say it's going to happen anyway, I guess it's best if I'm ready for it..."

"Exactly! Now, listen closely, Roxas, as the Dark Adonis School of Love is in session!" Tossing an arm into the air, Vyers struck a dramatic pose, a bright light shining behind him for an instant.

As it died, he slipped back into a more casual stance as though nothing had happened. "Let us begin with something simple. How do you think you should treat a young lady?"

"Uh...I'm not sure..." Roxas was dumbstruck by the light that had briefly flashed behind Vyers. He didn't really know what to make of it, so he had only half listened to the demon's question.

"Tsk, tsk, not even that? You are not even willing to guess?" It was a little disappointing, really, if not concerning. "Mysterious and frightening as they may first seem, a woman is no less like you than anyone else--any obvious physical differences put aside. Be as gentle as you would with any other and equally as kind, and you will instantly have her attention. And, of course, a strikingly handsome visage helps as well. On the other hand, a woman's rage burns as hot and as bright as the sun, and attractive as she might seem while that fire burns in her eyes, it is generally considered wise to run the other direction as quick as possible."

"I...don't know what I'm supposed to be guessing about," Roxas admitted, sounding a little disconcerted. "And why would I get a girl angry? Wouldn't it be easier not to do that in the first place, so I don't have to run away at all?"

The tips of Vyers' fingers gently brushed against his forehead and the demon sighed softly. "It is hardly ever one's intention to get someone angry, but some chords are easier to strike than others. One moment, the lady is touched and completely enamored with you, and the next a word has resounded poorly in her heart and she is coming at you with an axe, magic, or various other instruments of war."

He stared off into the distance a moment with a vaguely disturbed look on his face before recovering and waving a hand dismissively, deciding to move on. "But with a properly silvered tongue and a gentle touch, the chances of such incidents happening is greatly diminished."

Roxas couldn't help but feel like he'd had a conversation like this with someone before. And something nagged him in the back of his mind that girls were just weird.

But he was pretty sure that wasn't what Vyers wanted to hear. Then again...what did Vyers want to hear? He'd gotten Roxas so lost already that the blond didn't know which way was up--at least, as far as girls were concerned. The kid didn't even notice he wasn't saying anything.

Vyers frowned a little. Considering how little Roxas knew about women, he had assumed the boy would at least be paying a good amount of attention, but here he was, not even able to give a nod of reply. Then again, perhaps all of this information was a bit overwhelming. Maybe a review session was in order.

"So! What do you think are the most important points of what you have learned so far?" he asked. It would at least let him know whether Roxas was just confused or if he hadn't been listening.

"Huh?" Roxas took a second to figure out what Vyers had just asked him, and looked completely lost for the few moments it took him to do so. "Oh. Uh...I should be really nice to them?"

The blond really hoped that was right, because he had the feeling that Vyers would talk his ear off if it wasn't.

"Mm... A bit too simple, but at least it is a good start. Now, let us move on to another important concept. What do you think women most like to hear? Feel free to guess if you are not sure," he instructed.

The blond scratched his head. "Uh..." However, he found himself drawing a blank, and couldn't say more than that single, nonverbal syllable. It was almost a challenge even to summon up that much.

Why was he doing this again?

Now Vyers was beginning to get worried. How little Roxas knew! Had he really been given so little instruction on this matter that he couldn't even hazard a guess? "That they are beautiful," he said, sounding slightly exasperated. "That their eyes sparkle with a wonderful light. That they are graceful. That their very presence lights up the room. That they are as beautiful as a blooming ro--!"

He cut himself off, realizing that it would probably be better to keep this simple for Roxas's sake. "Er, I suppose you have some idea what I mean. Compliments are key."

In a sudden moment of understanding (or of wanting Vyers to get off his back), Roxas nodded. "Compliments. Right."

And then the moment was gone. "But...what are they the key to?"

It seemed simplicity would be key after all. At least it looked like Roxas was actually beginning to learn something. Difficult as it would be, Vyers would try to hold back on embellishing his words. "Why, a woman's heart, of course!" he replied grandly.

While he would keep his words simple, there was no reason why he couldn't keep a nice tone.

"Her heart? Why would I want the key to a woman's heart? What am I supposed to do with something like that?"

At least Vyers was starting to make a little more sense now.

Vyers stood a little straighter, wagging his finger with a soft "Tsk, tsk."

"That, dear boy, is one of those things that you will come to understand once a woman has captured your own. I am afraid I cannot be much more specific than that. Love is truly a complicated thing."

"Until a girl's captured mine? What's that mean?" Roxas didn't like the sound of his heart being held captive by anyone, much less a girl.

There was a long silence as Vyers took Roxas's questions in. He couldn't figure it out? "When you lay eyes upon the woman who could be no more perfect than she is now and she walks through your mind like a dream, occupying your every thought. The heart beats faster and your eyes twinkle with a bright new light. When a beautiful flower bearing love blooms."

While the statement was far from simple, it was the best way to describe the feeling that Vyers could think of. "I doubt such thoughts have run through your head yet, but in time they will come."

Roxas couldn't even imagine what Vyers was talking about. The only time his heartbeat ever got faster was when something bad was happening, and the only thing that ever stayed on his mind was the fact his memories were missing. And he had no idea what a flower looked like when it was blooming.

"Oh...right." He looked at his hands for a second. "So...it happens to everybody?"

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