Immolation
By: Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-
Author Notes: To get rid of my block I'm willing to do anything needed. This would be one of them.
Disclaimer: I, Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-, do not own, think I own, or will ever own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, you would know from the face that all of the Organization members would have been wearing nothing but their coats... unbuttoned.
Immolation
Axel knew and understood that he needed to die.
Those eyes, the same eyes that stared at him through wind-tussled blonde hair and lusty moans, didn't look right on Sora. Where was Roxas, his Roxas? The one that he died to protect? Sure, in the way he saved Sora's life, but that didn't fit onto the grand list of 'do and don't'.It just happened because he threw out the life belt for Roxy and Sora had to catch, too.
Sora wasn't a bad guy. He was sweet and kind and all of that crap, but he wasn't a little bundle of nerves like Roxas. He didn't smile like Roxas. He didn't smell like Roxas. His hair didn't do the little flip like Roxas. His eyes did not hold the pain like Roxas. He didn't love Axel like Roxas did.
He was a fool, an idiot, a dumb bastard who was too hell-bent on Roxas. He was willing to die for the beautiful boy, to string himself up by his skin and be burned to death as long as it meant that Roxy, his Roxy, would be okay. That not only would he live, but he would be able to do so without screaming in agony inside of Sora's head. There would be sea salt ice cream up there and Axel would be spread across the blonde's bed. His hair would mesh together with yellow, making the most beautiful of fires.
But he wasn't going to kill Sora, rip the kid's soul from his body to get Roxas back, because that wasn't what the blonde would have wanted. The little freaking loser (my beautiful loser...) would think that it wasn't fair. He had been torn from the Keyblade Bearer's soul once, causing almost irreversible damage. Roxas' heart was too big for someone who they said had none at all.
Axel cried for the first time that day, an emotion that was stored somewhere deep within him, a whisper of a ghost that longed to be free. Roxas was there, his head thrown back in rapture and Axel was laying next to him, sucking the small expansion of the boy's throat. Soft skin under his tongue—he could all but remember the taste. Honey and sea salt ice cream. Summertime cut too soon. Love that drowned before its time.
He could angst over it and lay in Castle Oblivion until the walls crumbled down on him, wait for the end that would never come. Nobodies did not live like an actual human; he would not age, he would not die unless it was by his own hand. But this was another way, one that Roxas would have approved of...
Walking into death's arms, Axel smiled. He could already see the blonde hair and the bright blue eyes.
"Roxy, can I kiss you?"
"Yes."
Quick and to the point, neh?
Please Review!