A little drabble thing I wrote... Hope you like? BTW, watch for the pun, huh? Watch for it.
"Don't worry, nobody's gonna hurt you, Rox."
"It's Nobody I'm afraid of." To this, Axel says nothing. He knows too well the truth behind the statement. They are outnumbered, they will die here.
Axel will be damned if he doesn't die with Roxas in his arms.
They put up a good fight. It's a valiant effort, that much can and will be said about them in the future. They fought until they were bleeding, until they were battered and broken and torn to shreds…
They never stood a chance, which makes one wonder how they fought so hard to live. It's not like they had a will to survive, they walked willingly into the battle as dead men, but there was something keeping them going.
When they were separated, both fought just that much harder until they were back to back again, fighting side by side.
Their legs were cut, their weapons torn from broken hands, they were choking on their own blood and too weak to stand up.
Axel still thought Roxas looked like some kind of angel.
They had been together through too much. There was no way something like death could tear them apart, having been through so much worse. Existence without life is a constant reminder of frailty and mortality.
They'll be separated again.
As he feels his life slip away, Roxas' soft, bleeding face looking down on him, Axel always knew he was going to Hell.
Review plizzzz. Flames keep Ax warm.