Hello, this is my first published fanfiction... My boyfriend and sister have inspired me to publish my works, so I decided, why not?
This is a yaoi, meaning boyxboy.
I do not own Kingdom Hearts.
You chuckle darkly as I walk closer. Your hood is hiding you from my veiw, but you do not seem to care. I know it is you anyway. No one is like you.
You are the man that holds the title of VIII. The tall one with scary hair. You have tattoos under your eyes...the upside-down teardrops. You are the one with the emerald eyes that can pierce the soul...or heart.
It's funny how the word heart slipped into that... Xemnas always told us that we did not have hearts. You, however, believe we, along with everyone else in Organization XIII, have hearts. You and I laughed...we felt sad...we fought...but above all, we loved. We loved each other. How could we do that without hearts?
You said you would never leave me behind. You said you loved me. Was that a lie? Was that night with Demyx really a mistake? Or was I not enough for you?
You promised to stop killing ones we call 'Somebodies'. But here you are, laughing, as you tower over a corpse. Blood is all around the room as if you threw their body as you sliced them. A burnt smell was present in the dim room. This was a female's room; a young female by the looks of it.
You always killed the younger ones. You prefered to slaughted them and then burn the small bits. You had even tasted them. You said the teenage boys tasted the best.
When I asked you why you killed the younger ones, you told me that the reason was because your own childhood was taken from you. I do not understand, though... You died when you were around twenty or maybe a couple years younger, so how is it that your childhood was taken from you if you were an adult when you died? I asked you this once and you went quiet. You refused to speak to me and you were rougher that night in bed. I never asked you again, so that I would not feel guilty or wake up in bed alone, covered in bruises and bites.
Is that why you kill? Do you kill in order to let off steam? What happened? I want to know everything. I can make it better... You can take your hurt out on me.
Your chuckling stops as I draw closer. A wicked smirk appears on your lips. You turn to face me fully as your velvet voice fills my ears.
"Roxy..." You purr my name. I smile slightly and step in front of you, inches away. I look up at you as you bend down and kisses me. I know you this. You love making love in the room of your latest kill. For some odd reason, I love it too.
When we are finished, I collapse into your arms. You do not know how it feels to be pressed agains the wall for almost an hour. You kiss my forehead as I close my eyes. The last I feel before I fall asleep is your lips on my forehead and your arms wrapped around me, giving me warmth. The last thing I see is the burnt body of the girl on the ground.
This is our kind of love.