Acceptance: Sometimes Gives Way To Resignation... And Often Times Gives Hope.

"Saix, I'm done with my... Hm? What's wrong?"

The blue-haired berserker tilted his head in your direction, as much of a greeting as you were going to get.

"Just... Looking to Kingdom Hearts."

You moved to his side, also looking up through the clear glass panes.

"Thinking deep thoughts, huh?" you commented quietly, hoping levity would relax him. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and you smiled at the tense look.

"Why do you keep doing that, hmm?" you huffed softly. You leaned gently against his shoulder.

"Kingdom Hearts... Is a risk to be made. I had wanted a heart for the sake of having a heart." he murmured, his tone almost mournful. "That is no reason at all. And yet, now I have one." He lifted his face to the heavens once more, his jaw set strongly in determination. "If I'm to love you properly, I need a heart to do it. It's painful, to want to touch, to want to hold, and not have emotion behind it. Just a..." He blinked in surprise, at both his own words and at how you affectionately nudged your face against his chest.

"I... I feel pain." he repeated numbly.

You smiled again, and hugged him tenderly.

"I don't know if Kingdom Hearts will give you your heart back," you hummed, "But I'm willing to share mine, until we find out one way or the other."

He stared down at you, countenance reflecting more of a puzzled look, that the previous amazement.

"Sharing a heart...? That concept's unheard of..." he mumbled, probably to himself.

You nodded.

"Not really. But be careful of how you handle it, okay? I'm trusting you to take care of it, for both of us."

Hesitantly, gloved hands rested on your back. They soon moved, and his arms tightened his hold.

"...Until Kingdom Hearts reveals it's secrets, until we see what it truly holds... I'll take care of this heart as if it were my own."

You grinned.

"That's the idea!"

Word Count: 338. One word less than the last one. XD

Extra

"Umm, Saix? The folder's jabbing me in the chin, and it really hurts."

Cue the immediate rustling of paper, and analyzing eyes as they scan the report over your shoulder.

"Hm. Satisfactory work, I suppose."

"Hey! I busted my ass getting that done! A little appreciation, please?"

Cue indignant struggling to escape his hold.

"Hmph. If I say 'Good job', will you be still?"

"..." Sigh. "Whatever."