Fire sparkled in the red head's emerald eyes. He simply watched the fire burning his house and all but the clothes on his back. He did not try to get help. Why should he? This pyromaniac had started the fire himself. Even though he knew he would wind up in some kind of trouble he did not try to run away or even sit a foot away from the burning house. In the distance he could hear the sirens wailing their way to the site. Slowly he took a step closer to the fire. Unaware of what he was doing the whole time. All he knew was that he wanted to be closer to the fire, feel the fire licking at his skin, burning his body. He had nothing to live for and dieing by fire was his preferred way to go. Besides going in this house that he had shared with that bastard would teach the other a lesson. Although he highly doubted that it would actually phase the evil man. He had not cared while they had been together. Now, that it was over he did not expect anything at all, though how he wished somebody would take notice and take him away. He had never had anybody to care for him like he was craving for and that was what he was needing. And yet nobody came to his call of need as he continued to walk closer to the burning building. The red head squinted his emerald eyes against the heat bombarding his body but he continued to walk closer. Slowly he blinked the heat from the heavenly fire that was burning his eyes but it was the burning loneliness inside that he was worried about. The same loneliness that he always felt. No that was a lie…he did not feel it when he was with his best friend. His blonde haired friend was the only person who quelled the flames burning inside of him. Looking around tears welled up in his green eyes when he saw that the blonde angel was not there.
Later that day after the fire had been put out said blonde angel looked at the burned house, where the charred body of his best friend and secret love was being pulled out. Quickly he dropped to his knees as tears flooded his cerulean eyes. If only he had come earlier than he would have been able to save his love, but no he had not been there when he was needed and the blame would forever fall on his shoulders at least in his mind it did. Shaking the tears receded leaving wide dead unseeing eyes. All he could think about was how he was going to live without the fiery pyromaniac. Slowly his body mindlessly stood up and walked to the beach. The one where he taught his red haired savior how to swim. In the same slow depressed manner he walked into the freezing salty ocean water. His blue jeans and sweater weighed his body down and slowly he began to sink. Not once did he fight against death pulling at him. All he wanted to do was be reunited with HIS red head.
The following day Sora and Riku found Roxas's floating body. With wide eyes and sorrowful hearts they realized what had happened. Even though Sora fell into Riku's arms crying his dulled blue eyes out and Riku pretended to be calm. Neither one blamed their friends for anything. They had after all seen the signs and neither one had tried to do anything. Looking up at each other they knew what they had to do for their lost friends.
Several months later Riku and Sora were visiting the graves of Axel and Roxas. Smiling softly they read the memorized inscription.
Here lies one that died of heavenly fire
And one died of hellish waters.
But for now and eternity they
Lay with each other.