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disclamer: I do not, nor have ever, owned Kingdom Hearts and I don't receive any profit from this story or stories it may inspire.
He stares up at the darkening sky, shamrock eyes obscured by eyelids. Obscured by pain, threatening to overflow his careful barriers and flood down his face. He tilts his face to sky and smiles in...defeat? as a bullet of water hits his face. The rain is like ice; everything is ice. Now.
The spot where his heart should been gives a final cough of pitiful emotion and goes numb. He can't feel without the other half of him there. There is only ice.
His face is still skyward, begging the clouds to open up and swallow him whole. The bitter thrash of lightening could not be more painful, he thinks, than losing myself in nothingess.
It's raining harder and he licks his lips. Salt? He is crying, has been the entire time. He chuckles grimly to himself; how amusing that he felt like he was drowning in himself and yet, already, he'd begun to share. Even if it was only to the sky.
Blue.
Blue.
Blue.
He pushes bright red hair from his face, clumped and matted with water and something else that he's never noticed before. He clutches at his forehead and chuckles, saturated melancholy oozing like blood in his voice. His brows knot and he cries out fiercely. Everything is condensed into scream: pain, hope, defeat, confusion, fury, betrayal, fear. Love.
He can feel the tears running down his face now; they carve a path over the two flat- black triangles carved into his face. Empty, like the cold, blank Space. Their warmth tingles and he feels his body, racked with sobs, collapse on the ground in a mangled heap. He can feel but he can't stop. He has become a broken machine, his mind and body disconnected, the wires ripped. Irreparable.
Gray.
Gray.
Gray.
He lies there, just lies there, and whimpers. He vaguely wonders what he finds so hard about this loss. The others were easy: catch, fire, burn. Simple, like cutting yourself with a double-edged sword. He knew they were "dead" (can Nobodies even die? he wondered vaguely) before they even disappeared completely. Evaporated into nothing.
Just as he would.
He hadn't seen Sora wake up. That would have been too painful; watching those eyes open.
Blue.
Roxas's blue.
The would have been worse that being roasted alive, he would have gladly taken death if it meant not watching him leave their world forever.
He could sense the rain stopping, the clouds ambling out of the sky like cows off to pasture, before his raw nerves began to register the lack of raindrops. He feels the sun place a comforting hand on his back. It will be okay it seems to say. He smiles, agony mixing with a different kind of relief. He stands, carefully, turning his face once more to the sky. He cracks his eyelids.
Blue.
Green.
He chuckles and brushes off the droplets still clinging his jacket and shakes his head, a spray of water going in all directions. Tears are still streaming down his face but he makes no move to brush them away.
His last act will be to help him; he looks to the sky for reassurance. It will never leave him. He will always be with him now.
Forever blue.