Title: Victory?
Rating: K
Summary: Roxas sits on the roof and listens to the rain.
Notes: Written for a livejournal drabble community. First KH fanfic ever. Go gently. Thanks:)
It was raining again. He didn't think too much of it—he liked the rain, despite the fact that everyone complained.
lained and it absolutely messed up his hair. But it was cool and pleasant against his skin, and the smell was…well, it was probably the best smell in the world. In all the worlds, rather. Nothing was better than this.
It was coming down a little harder now and with a few quick movements he had kicked over the crates in the alley and was on top of the roof. Crossing the singles, his balance impeccable and his pace swift, the rain softly hitting his hood and starting wet his face beneath it, he stopped at the edge of the building. Didn't know, didn't care. Nobody tried to stop him from doing anything. Feet dangling off the edge, he tried to see the moon behind the clouds, but they were too dense for even a few beams.
It was okay though, at least they brought the rain. The moon was getting fuller and fuller with each passing day; he was a little exhausted by the whole idea of it, and the whole process of it too, really. His arms hurt and he didn't sleep much—there were too many vague dreams and colors he didn't really care for. He liked to come out here, on the roof—this one or any other one, didn't matter really—and watch the moon grow. It saved him from sleep and showed, at least a little, that maybe his efforts were paying off.
That's what they told him. They would pay off in the end. For all of them. He didn't particularly like all of them, but they endured him and had given him… a home. Whatever that was. It gave him weird feelings inside, these thoughts of a home. They went beyond the barest definition. He was able to not think about it, mostly. A home. He'd been warned that remembering sentimental things—not that he could remember much anyway—wasn't good for his mindset. That's all that mattered, his mindset. He didn't have a heart to feel anything with. Maybe that was a good thing. It made things easier, the not feeling, because he could foresee problems with it. It was for the better, then.
But sitting here, blue eyes to the murky sky, he wondered if maybe it was exactly the opposite: if they were trying so hard to feel again, why was it better to not feel right now? Because they couldn't'? Because sometime he could feel things…that he couldn't describe… and they would laugh at him. But maybe they felt it too… and after so long they were afraid of it. Was what they were seeking enough to erase all this? Was it enough to heal the tragedies that had happened to them all?
Roxas didn't know. He fell backward, let his spine press against the building, and let the sweet-smelling rain pour onto him, onto his face and into his eyes. He didn't know why they tried so hard not to feel, but right now on this rooftop, he thought that maybe he felt free.