Completion
Roxas stared at the ceiling. Well, it really wasn't a ceiling as much as an infinite skyward abyss. The room was all white, a very pearly white. It was vacant of any objects, save for the purple-and-blue-and-white synthetic flower that lay blooming in the center of the room. There the two of them were, sprawled across the flower as if it were an actual bed. The two were motionless.
Roxas ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, put up in pseudo spikes. His navy blue eyes were identical to the person he now lay with, this mysterious entity somehow tied to Roxas. He stopped staring at the "ceiling" and now his gaze was transfixed on the boy peacefully slumbering beside him.
Roxas smiled. All his life, he had felt as if he had been incomplete. He felt that he had always been running from pain to pain, in a desperate attempt to become whole. He tried being with everyone, from Larxene (a blonde girl in Organization XIII), to Hayner (his best friend from Twilight Town, or the imagined world that he had once called Twilight Town) to even Axel.
Axel…Memories of their short and discreet yet meaningful relationship came flooding back. He recalled, when he was leaving the Organization, Axel had been the only to care. Axel had pleaded, "You can't just leave!"
"Nobody would miss me," he had responded coldly.
"That's not true! I would…" Axel had countered with a hint of sentiment.
Roxas had never told anyone, but at that moment, that one instant, he had felt a glimmer of feeling: his first emotion had been pure love for Axel. He had been torn from Axel, though. A man in a black hood had beaten him up, and erased all of his memories. Some experiment, he heard the man utter, before he fell unconscious. He woke up with no memory of anything prior to that point. So, when Axel returned, Roxas didn't recognize him. Axel, hurt that Roxas could ever forget, opened fire on Roxas (quite literally), leaving Roxas no choice but to kill the man. Roxas now wished he had this chance back, so he could throw Axel up against a wall and kiss the life out of him. But Roxas was left here, laying beside Sora with nothing but a slightly depressed state.
But none of it mattered. Roxas knew all too well that one couldn't turn back the sands of time. Now, he was stuck with Sora. Not that Roxas was complaining. He already knew he was going to like this new boy. Roxas let his eyes dance all around Sora's body. He was about the same height as Roxas, well-built in that he was muscular but he still had an indescribably feminine physique. Roxas smiled, they had similar body shapes.
Sora stirred. He was finally awakening. Roxas cradled Sora in his arms. "Sora…" he whispered lovingly. Sora's eyes began to emerge from the refuge they had taken for a year or so behind his eyelids. For once in his life, Roxas felt whole, complete, fulfilled. He could stop running now. Tears streamed down Roxas' face, they were endless rivers flowing along his cheekbones, ending with Sora's torso. Roxas smiled and cried until the very end
It's funny how the last moments of your life can really get to you.