Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and characters copyright Square Enix and such people. Not me.
A/N:
Hey, let's do something experimental again, shall we?
Reformatted this chap with breaks, because it was too hard to read. Ugh. OKAY GO!
The Idea:
A collection of shorts from one time line, each based either by subject or theme on a certain song.
The shorts are NOT arranged chronologically – short 1 may not necessarily come before short 2 or 3. As I get further in on this, I'll be able to give you all a timeline to make things a little clearer.
Writing style will vary widely throughout this project, depending on what is best for each short.
The Subject:
AU Axel-Demyx-Roxas
There is, indeed, a story here. It's just going to be expressed in little hops and jumps and bumps.
I'm not going to give lyrics from the songs, but I am putting them in at the beginning and I highly encourage you to look them up, and give them a listen. It'll help with the ambience.
Read! Review! Please let me know what you think of this.
Title: Ambiguous
Author: theZoshi
Rating: PG 13
Category: Kingdom Hearts
Genre: Angst/Longing
May contain: BoyxBoy(xBoy?) relationships, and crazy stuff
Stars ~ HUM
The house was dark as he stepped inside, the air heavy with a static buzz. He stepped further into the darkness to find the TV on in the living room, the screen white and grainy. He left it like that, throwing flickering pale light over the empty couch and three legged coffee table, and walked deeper into the house. He had passed the light switch but hadn't bothered to flip it, and he headed onward, moving by instinct in the darkness made deeper by the darkness outside the windows.
The living room walls closed in on a narrow hallway, and he walked past the nearly closed bathroom door, the steady drip of water from the faucet following him on his path. Pale, weak light filtered down through the hallway towards him from where the kitchen was situated, and he bypassed the single bedroom with its broken door. Paper crinkled beneath his boots, scattered newspaper pages and magazines he could just barely make out in the half-light. A few steps later he stepped on something that cracked and shattered under the thick soles of his boots. Taking a step back, he saw the tell-tale glitter of broken glass scattered across the kitchen floor.
The light in the room came from the single bare light bulb hanging outside the back screen door above the porch. It flickered as it swung slightly in the gentle breeze outside, sending shadows scattering across the kitchen floor and walls.
The refrigerator hummed steadily, and he walked over to pull the door open. He placed the case of beer on the first shelf, paused, and pulled out a handful of daisies. The stems were cold against his palm, brittle in his fingers. He closed the refrigerator door and walked across the kitchen floor to the back door, the crackle of breaking glass shadowing him. He pushed the door open, bringing the daises up to his face and breathing deep. They smelled earthy and cold and utterly dead.
He stepped out onto the porch, the lone bulb swinging gently over his head, his shadow stretched to every side, flickering with the light. He took the three steps down slowly and casually, letting the hand that held the daisies drop to his side. He passed discarded shoes, Converse with the star blacked out, a pair of old jeans and a navy blue band shirt with a cat in a wagon design on the front. The grass of the backyard was green but dry, gleaming darkly with night dew. He stopped at the naked body lying prone in the grass, back to the ground, limbs bent at unnatural angles. Twirling the daisies in his fingers, he looked down into glazed blue eyes, tilted his head to listen for the near-silent sound of breathing. Hooking his thumbs through the belt loops on his pants, he looked up at the sky and the glittering stars. Tracing figures through the dots of glittering white, he smiled.