this ficlet was written a year ago today. i have finally decided to post it and on this day, too. 6/8. its a bit scratchy, so please just ignore that. i find i write better in small bits of thought. if there are any question, feel free to PM me, mkay? anyways, i wanted to release something for this day. akuzeku is one of the kh pairing i adore to no else. and i'm in the middle of an epic fic idea.

so, here we are.

standard disclaimers apply. please feel free to review, they help in ways nothing can.

"It's okay Zexy. . ."

The slate haired teen passes him in the hallways with his head down and research materials in his hands. The fairie-boy looks only seventeen, but he's long forgotten his age because they don't have bitthdays anymore because they never have to grow old when they live in white walls and don't have to worry about forever. They live without consequence even if it's hovering over them. It doesn't matter if they have walls to seperate them. And maybe that's why it scares the professional dancer when they meet in hallways, exchange greets- "Axel.", "Zexy."- And he can't protect himself from looking at blue eyes and fingertips. So, he slinks against the walls because all the fire-starter's ever been is a wall flower; he sees things, he keep quiet, and he understands.

"It's okay for you not to love me. . . I understand."

And he's so close to setting his plan into action. Sora's already in the castle and reclaiming memories. He can't calm down, Roxas isn't there and Zexion doesn't care. And maybe it's better that way. Now it's too late to ask Vexen to look in his chest and see it that wyvern missed something because he certainly shouldn't be feeling this way. And this shouldn't hurt like it does. But now he's writing on napkins and smelling the sheet he jacked from the smaller nobody's bed this morning. He's scribbling everything to a fucking heartless bastard just for some peace of mind when he sicks RikuRiku on him. Axel's scribbling out his apologies on the napkins Zexion uses to cover his coughs. Nobodys don't cry and if they did he thinks that it would only get the little fucker off.

"It's always okay, doll-face. . ."

Betrayal.

". . . love hurts anyways."