Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, 1 or 2. Honor goes to Disney and Squeenix.
A/N: ...Um, read?
There's a stick of dynamite in the room and no one, not a soul, knows when it's gonna go. Eventually, maybe. But I put it there, so me and you will splatter and die together. We're going to be like two Romeo's because I won't live without you.
We read that story, and you scoffed and called it nonsense that only a Somebody would write. "They're idiots. Little kids who wanted, and wanted and even when they got, they cried." You've always been cynical so I ignored you. You'd roll your eyes when I defended it and kissed me, saying I needed to shut up, shut up, so I did.
There's a few sticks of dynamite in this room and gunpowder I borrowed. There's a candle with wax burning off the minutes, seconds, or hours we have left. I was too in love with you to time it.
God, we're going to be fucking as we die. Little gasps and throaty deep moans. I can't help but think thats so damn hot. Like, the last thing I'll ever see is you, ordering me around in your sex-hoarse voice. Fuck.
We can't exist. Or, we don't exist and this is me hating that fact. This is me hating the fact that everything I feel, isn't what I really feel. This is me hating the fact that every time I whisper "I love you"; after we're collapsed and sweating you just bat me away, saying it ain't real.
We don't exist. Cause, if we did, you'd have to love me back.
"Of everyone here, I can stand you the most." You say to me, before you demand I take you to bed.
How many minutes are left now, Roxas?
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Keep your eyes on me, I want to be the last thing you'll ever see. I need to be. Because, then, you can pretend we're real. That we're not some discarded nightmare and that in the last second when we fade, back to Nothing together, that we were in love.
Remember when we met?
No?
I don't either. I can't seem to recall. Maybe it's because everytime I'm with you, it seems like I'm being stripped of all my past memories, past prejudices, past dreams.
Kingdom Hearts.
I never really cared about being a Somebody. Back then, until you came, I had no reason to. Why would I? I had my toys, my games. I had little dalliances with the other members of organzations.
I remember fucking.
It was fun, I won't lie. Larxene, Demyx, Marluxia, Xigbar. They were fun...at times, more fun then it is fucking you.
Because, when I was with them, I didn't think. I felt, felt nails scraping my sides, felt that pure emptiness in the afterglow, felt like I was spent and yet wanted more.
I wanted more with them.
When we collapse, spent, I'm thinking of everything. It hurts, because I have the memory of love, and you don't.
We're drowning. Drowning in Nothing.
When will this explode?
A/N The dynamite was more symbolic, Axel isn't crazy enough to really kill Roxas. Figure out the symbolism yourselves though, okay? And feel pity for me. It's my first KH fic. Evah.
