Thank you all for reading, I love all of you. My fanfiction broke down and I am finally able to submit, and submit I will.
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Humming a tune from between my lips I stare down at my wounds. Who knew that Axel's chakrams could be so sharp? Blood seeps slowly and I wonder how deep the cuts are.
If I were human I would probably have bled to death by now, but since I don't have a heart to push the crimson faster I haven't, yet.
Axel can't get involved in a fight without using violence and so our battle of emotions became a battle of chakram and key-blade. He walks away with barely a scratch because I can't stand to wound him. He whines so much when I do.
Now I sit in the corner of our dark city trying to bleed to death not actually sure I can. If I can even die from blood loss, or die at all.
Apparently he thinks/knows we can and he comes back worried, his red hair flaming in the neon darkness. He stops when he sees me, and the blood surrounding me, covering me. His face whitens with shock and horror, though I know the emotions are false and how could his face possibly get any more pale.
He licks his lips nervously(?) I'm sorry, I don't respond to his voice though I still hear him. Let him squirm and think about what his actions have caused him to lose. He worries, and I stare on blankly feeling dead.