Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Warning: Er, I wrote this at midnight. So it's a bit scattered and might not make much sense. Oh, and spoilers if you haven't beaten KH2.
Other: I'm pretty sure that this viewpoint has probably been written before. Or maybe that's the sleep-deprivation talking. Oh, and this is exactly 500 words without the title or these annoying notes. What's that called again? A quint-drabble? Half a short story? Something along those lines.
Just Impossible
Roxas didn't like Sora.
Sora was everything that Roxas was not. He was a savior. He was a hero, a son, and a best friend. He was smart, kind, compassionate, and just a little bit oblivious. He was the guy that everybody loved and nobody disliked.
And boy did the Nobodies dislike him.
Still, Roxas knew that Sora was his Other, the light to his darkness, the heart to his soul, the sky to his bottomless pit. Come to think of it, the only time that Roxas actively disliked Sora was when the sky forgot to look down into his pit and shine a little light to remind him that he wasn't alone.
Because as much as Roxas disliked Sora, he hated being alone. It brought up so many bad memories that he only half-remembered, which was the worst part, because Sora's overactive imagination filled in the dark spots for him.
He convinced himself that he disliked Sora, even when he watched as Sora tried to comfort Axel. He told himself that this boy was nothing to him, but the first fight with Xemnas must have knocked something loose because he had found himself being nice to someone that he supposedly didn't like. He had tried so hard to figure that one out that he hadn't even noticed Xemnas's attack until it was too late. He silently thanked the Light (and the Darkness too, for good measure) that Riku had been there, otherwise Sora would have lost his body and Roxas would have been forced to fight for him, which would have been an entirely unpleasant event all around.
He managed to bring himself to dislike Sora when he felt forgotten or neglected. Sora never seemed to notice as he babbled about his day as he climbed into his bed. Roxas did notice, however, that the brunet never fell asleep before Roxas had wished him a good night, even when the blond was trying to be angry and refused to acknowledge his Other.
Sora was everything that Roxas had once wished that he could be. But that didn't mean that Roxas had to like it. Or him.
He thought to himself, after a long night preceded by an even longer day in which Sora had been too busy for him, that when Sora was asleep, he looked like an angel.
He shook his head and forgot about the thought, until he saw Kairi asleep and thought the same thing. Again, he pushed it aside, but it came back to haunt him in the guise of Riku's sleeping face. And he had to firmly remind himself that he disliked Sora and that his dislike of Riku bordered on loathing (altogether skipping the 'hating' stage), but still the thoughts invaded his mind like a Heartless seeking a heart.
Finally there came the day when Roxas gave up and silently affirmed that the three of them were indeed angels.
Is it wrong to dislike an angel?
No, it isn't wrong; it's just impossible.