All right. So. I was channeling Zexion and his emoness the other night at work, and this was born: an extremely short, horribly written AkuRoku songfic. Lyrics are from "Angels Cry" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, because it seems whenever I listen to this damn song, I think of them. And it makes me very, very sad.
I know this isn't TWYD, Observation or even RIS (which you don't know about, but will once I get the drabbles out of my head, goddamn them.) but it was begging to be written. It wouldn't leave me alone.
I still no own, you still no sue. Arigatou.
-steals Axel and runs away-
"No one would miss me," Roxas said softly, his head turning slightly to the side, the bright blue of his eyes shaded by half-closed lids. The redhead behind him clenched fists tightly inside black leather gloves. His voice was no more than a whisper as the blond strode slowly away from him and the only life he had ever known.
"That's not true! I would .."
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Angels cry when stars collide
I wouldn't have it any other way
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"Roxas."
The blond was farther away now, nearly out of earshot. Axel had almost no doubt in his mind that even if he had heard his name, he wouldn't bother turning around.
"Roxas!"
The pain in his voice was all too obvious. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to remain calm. "You can't turn your back on the Organization."
Roxas halted mid-stride, black coat swishing around his ankles. He turned, a sardonic smile stretched across his mouth. "The Organization," he mused. The edge of his lip twisted upward into a sneer.
"Do you honestly think they care what happens to me?"
The redhead's emerald eyes glittered. "Fine. Forget the Organization. What about me?" His entire body was now quivering with barely restrained anger. "Do you think I don't care what happens to you?"
At that, the blond's sneer vanished. His clear blue eyes never strayed from Axel's as he smiled sadly, almost knowingly.
"It won't take you long to forget me."
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Intentions that were pure have turned obscure
Seconds into hours, minutes into years
Don't ask me why I can't tell you lies
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Axel grabbed him by the fabric of his coat and shoved him hard against the wall, a knee pressing between his thighs, lips resting at the base of his throat. "Forget you," he murmured, leather-clad fingers curling themselves into thick blond hair. He raised his head, emerald mirroring cerulean, mouth inches away from Roxas'.
"How could I forget this?"
The kiss carried with it the whole of Axel's being—or non-being, as most would insist that Nobodies didn't have beings—as he clung desperately to the only person in his miserable existence that had ever made him feel as though he had a heart. His tongue traced the contours of the blond's mouth, committing his taste and warmth to memory.
A single, despondent tear escaped the corner of his eye and crept down a too-pale cheek as Roxas braced a hand against his chest and pushed him away.
Axel could only watch as the blond turned away from him, feeling as though his makeshift heart had been ripped from his chest and ground beneath the heel of number thirteen's boot.
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This doesn't change the way I feel about you
or your place in my life
Can't you see I'm dying here?
A shot of broken heart that's chased with fear
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If one never truly existed, could one ever truly die?
He was fading. As he gazed up at the prone form of the boy who reminded him so much of what he'd lost, a ghost of a smile flickered across his lips.
"Roxas," he whispered. Green eyes fluttered closed as his non-existence dissipated into true nothingness.
"I'll wait for you."