Ash
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Summary: Roxas is afraid to say it, but Axel truly has ingrained himself far to deeply into his senses. All he ever seems to do is burn things now.
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Kingdom Hearts, for good reason too.
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He sits in the back, the dark corner that's filled with light and shadows all at the same time. Because in a circle expanding outward there is light, and there is light suddenly stopping. Roxas is pretty sure, but doesn't know, that if he reaches his hand out into the pitch black he won't see it or feel it at all. He doesn't bother to test the theory, just takes another memory of this person called 'Roxas' and sets it on fire.
Their all piled beside him, yellowing sheets of paper that really don't amount to that big of a pile. His life outside the space of his other had been short, extremely so. But then again, there's always those fake memories. Their piled to the other side of him and he doesn't bother touching them yet because the paper, the ink is already half gone. The flame that quietly ignites at his finger tips claims another sheet.
Its infuriating because every time he reaches over to that pile of original memories the title page is always back. Wide swirling letters spelling out his name. He lights up another one and throws it away from him, it flutters and burns to nothing. But when he turns its back again.
He's used to the smell f something burning, the aching of his not real fingertips when he lets it burn to long, and the gritty powdery feeling of ash clinging to his fingers. Its under his nails and with each paper he burns seems to grow thicker while not a speck of it touches the light or the darkness. Roxas hopes that soon he'll be coated in the grey substance.
Its as sheet after sheet of paper disappears and reappears that Roxas realizes that Axel has gotten to close to him. Particularly this want for the grey ash to cover him from head to toe. Axel had once come back to base coated in the stuff, grinning and never telling what it was he had burned to nothing. Roxas had known it wasn't Heartless because they left nothing behind, but he didn't bother to ask.
Sometimes he felt his other and other times he felt nothing but the dim darkness of oblivion, the light of being something and nothing at the same time. It was such a strange parallel, Roxas laughed and lit up another sheet. The fake memories beside him are falling apart more, only a couple sheets really staying fresh. He supposes, he was truly awake and hanging out with the gang for these ones.
But that certainly doesn't mean their anymore real. Then again is any piece of him real anymore?
In the dark dim corner of Sora's mind Roxas burns pieces of paper and waits for the day he can walk around and feel like his other. Quietly and barely noticeably he thinks of Axel, fire, and ash as he waits. He waits till he's covered in the fine coat of ash and only brushes it off when he is called forth.
Because, truthfully, Roxas misses Axel and his flame.
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A/N: Truthfully, this is full of bad grammar but it really doesn't matter. I may edit later (if I can find the time and it won't be that well edited either) I'm tired and glad I finally wrote this thing out. I thought this up like four months ago, back then it was crap and I gave up. I only remembered it today after watching an AMV and I'm pretty happy with it. Hope you enjoyed it to.
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