Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Damn.
A/N: This is just a short drabble that was in my head and wouldn't go away. AxelXOC
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I swear he had no idea it was coming.
I promise you that I didn't either.
And he was very angry about it.
I can still see the glint of anger in his eyes as he turned away from the organization's latest meeting. I can still hear the determined resistance in his voice as he denied me the feeling of my beloved's arms around me, the sensation of his lips on mine, tongue caressing tongue, bodies pressed together in an embrace that few ever felt or understood…
…As if heartless could feel.
I do know that I can still feel the ice in my blood as the negative answer spilled from my leader's lips. The hot tears stinging my eyes.
The blazing fury in my lover's teal ones.
I was already a dangerous fourteenth, and any further intrusion or attachment would bring doom upon Castle Oblivion.
Or so he said.
That night, as we lay together even against that one person's orders, I could feel the anger tensing his body. There would be no intimacy tonight, I knew.
I had expected that.
I woke in the darkness to find that he was gone. I lay there, knowing what would surely happen, yet unwilling and not unable to stop it. My every instinct told me to go, to search him out, to find my only tie to this world, and run.
Before he was found with his own chakram embedded in his heart.
I sat up; dressed; stood.
Prepared to grip my sword.
My hand fell away from it as my acute hearing picked up a startled choking sound, a struggle, silence.
The scent of blood.
I smiled wanly, and sat back down, awaiting either my leader's or my lover's return. A bloody weapon entered my field of vision.
A chakram.
Aquamarine eyes, burning with an icy fire, gazed into my garnet orbs.
He had killed in cold blood in order to be with me.
What now?