Title: Absorption
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Summary: His legs dangle over the ledge, and for one, ludicrous moment, he wonders how it would feel if his body hit the ground below him with a heavy smack, a sickening crunch.
Warnings: Slash, language. And, as always, this is unbeta'd, so there could be mistakes I haven't spotted.
Rated: T for language
Word Count: 433
Axel's hands are chilly even though they are wrapped in the thick leather gloves that are part of the Organization's standard uniform. His legs dangle over the ledge, and for one, ludicrous moment, he wonders how it would feel if his body hit the ground below him with a heavy smack, a sickening crunch.
How pretty the buildings of Twilight Town would be, racing past him in a technicolor blur.
How he'd never have to worry about stupid missions for a purpose he didn't even really believe in.
How'd he always wanted Roxas' face to be the last thing he saw before he died, but the rough, tan concrete would have to do.
He pushes the thought away with a literal wave of his hand and a sigh, the feeling of his breath tingling his lips causing him to think of Roxas's breath on his lips and the consequential kisses afterwards due to closeness. The heavy panting, the biting.
"Roxas." The rolled 'r' sounds hollow, even to him, and Axel's tongue is heavy and stale in his mouth. The setting sun doesn't answer, only beckons back at him with translucent light, making him squint, jewel-like irises peaking out behind inky lids.
"Roxas." This time it's louder. Axel bites down on his tongue to keep from yelling. He can hear voices drifting up from below, happy teenage kids giggling and mom's calling and for a moment, he's so jealous he wants to burn it all, torch the whole town in misdirected anger. He feels like the act would be so satifying, and he's not even sure how close he really is to doing it, but even the thought of doing it causes a shiver to run down his spine.
"Roxas." A hushed whisper slips past his mouth and he grits his teeth. "Roxas. Roxas. ROXAS."
Axel is fuming as he stands, turning, the swish of his cloak about his feet.
Suddenly he's on fire, dancing flames engulfing his hands, and he's smashing them into the piller's behind him. Hurt. Hurt. Hurt. Fucking hurt. He wants to hurt anything he can. It's only after the first glitch, pixelated splashes of color spasming from where he smacked into the foundation, that Axel becomes enraged. It's not enough to hurt, he needs to destroy. He's pounding into the building, hands a blur as rubble starts to fly and his breath starts coming out in raspy drawls.
"Roxas," he croaks, sliding the back of his hand across his cheek. "Fucking Sora."
Axel feels defeated.
And, he muses as a bitter laugh tumbles from him, he feels surprisingly heartbroken.