disclaimer: does anyone think i own kh?
pairing/s: roxith clerith
warning/s:
...meh?

Mouldy Fruit

He said he was searching for his "light".

I wish I was the light, it sounded like a worthy job of me. Not meaning to sound pretentious or boastful, but I do (did) so much for him and he repays me by brushing me off; by slamming the door in my face; by... by just being Cloud and his standoffish self. I tried so hard to help, I decided that if he didn't want to see me, I could send him food – you know – just to make sure he doesn't die or anything.

I sent him sandwiches and cakes and fruit. I think they're still there, delivered and unopened at his door. Rotting away, like Cloud.

He shouldn't live like that. On his own, I mean. Sure, he might be searching for his light – who or whatever that may be – but before he's found it, he needs help. Serious help. Not from demons from the underworld or the adrenaline rush from fighting. But, the sort of help everyone but Cloud gets every single day.

He doesn't even want to talk to people, just gets more and more withdrawn each day. He avoids most people now, not just me. Sometimes I see him in Radiant Garden, sometimes I do but the only thing he seems to care about is his stupid light – he doesn't even ask about Sora or about the Restoration Committee.

I tried to support him, I really did. I told him I'd be there every and any step of the way, but he just rolled his eyes and walked away. That was a long time ago, back when I talked to him.

When I thought that maybe I was his light. It was a silly thought but even so, every time I see him here, my heart actually jumps and I wonder if maybe he's realised that he'd made a silly mistake and that I was his light. Me, me, me. Not some person he probably doesn't even know, living so far away it takes him a century to get to the place.

Me.

But, it never is. He never even tells us why he comes, he just does and then he leaves again, leaving my heart in ruins. And then, one day, I met him. He had the face of an angel and the heart of a demon. But he looked so much like Cloud that I didn't want to let him go. He was short but he had blue eyes. He was younger but he had blonde hair.

He said he was called "Roxas" and he had to keep reminding me, over and over again.

"No, lady, my name is Roxas." I'd laugh and he'd scowl – but I think (I hope) he forgave me every time I called him Cloud. He was so different but so alike. I liked his differences as much as the similarities. For example, he was different because he scowled (cutely) a lot. He was similar because he didn't show his emotions too much. He was different because talked more. But he was similar because he could be just as secretive. He was different because he had found his light (or so he said), he was light (or so he said), he didn't need light (or so he said).

Similarity... he ran away anyway.

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an: yayyy... my attempt at a roxith. i hear they were all the rage at some point... o.o i was originally gonna do it so it was the opposite of how everyone else does it where aerith is all "hello, cloud!" to roxas. but then i didn't. meh, the thought of light (lol, light yagami - or imagay as connor would put it) enticed me too much. x3 review... NAO.