Just a drabble.
He sat there, in the center of his card barricade, smug as a nobody could be. Then came that sudden piercing blow, that took his breath away. That sudden shock, like a bolt of lightning, unexpected. At fist time itself seemed to slow down, seconds turned to small eternities. He hung in them from moment to moment, on the thinnest of strands like a spider clinging in desperation. The web so carefully woven, had been torn asunder, and was no longer attached to anything.
"Breathe" Was his first thought.
His breath was like that , of a wave struggling against the shore. That could not return to the sea, yet at the same time, lacked the strength to overcome the land. That place between, suspended, neither rising or falling. Gasping he got to his feet, his frame shook like a reed in the wind. All the power he once had flowed from him, like the ebbing of a tide. His breath was calm, yet if he could feel fear, it would have moved rapidly.
"It cant be." Was his next.
So this was meant to be his final cheaper after all, despite his best efforts he was still felled. How could that be, one who so proudly proclaimed himself the gambler of fate. The very hourglass that seemed endless, was finally on the last few grains of sand. No matter how hard he tired to hold on, these moments slipped away. Right now he would have given so much up, just to continue existing. Only now, he realized that even he would come to an end, not the way he expected. His non existence played before him, what once held hope, now in mocking futility.
"Betrayal." Was the next to last one.
How? Why? Is what he desired to know, the one he called comrade only who looked different. The one who was the key to all their plans, why turn on them like this? Everything they had fought for, now lay in ruins, all that effort wasted. This was not what was promised, this is not how things should have turned from the very one, they had put so much faith into, now turned to lies.
"Roxas how could you?"
Was the last thing he ever said, as the darkness rushed in. A mix of shock, and forsaken pleading to deaf ears. A final cry to the fates themselves to spare, one in such desperation. However the fates moved on, indifferent to those pleas.