'Ello peeps. this little 'thing', oneshot, whatever, came to me just randomly in Lit. class the other day so after my friend bothered me enough about it I'm finally putting it up. (that FRIEND knows who you are so be happy I did this)

Disclaimer: I don't own kingdom hearts, but I know who does...(I bet you do too)

A Pleasure to BURN

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Round face.

Slim body.

Name.

Roxas.

Or roxie or rox (whatever).

It was what he wanted, right?

A kiss to the mouth. A caress of a hand. Taking things farther than he wanted.

Or did he want it?

He couldn't decide. Maybe it was both; one at the same time.

There was this Burn...

It intensified when he pouts at me or that broken look enters his eyes and he looks towards me to fix it. Those moments seen everlasting next to the impulsive pleasure we shared.

The hot kisses, seductive body language while flirting all the while would lead us to somehow (we'd always know in the end) fucking or his term, 'making love'.

I think when he left (i think?) there was this hole in his chest (he always explained it differently. Wonder why i can't remember...?). He'd rub that aching part, palms pressing till the skin would turn red or till i'd look at him long enough to make him stop. That happen after the first time we 'fucked-love'.

I remember him (that first time...) he had a pocket knife (such a little one...) to his wrist, his blue eyes dim while watching the thin line of blood trickle down his fingers and a frown throwing his face into disorder. I remember that moment as i stood in the doorway to my bedroom, he looked up at me his frown instatnly turning into a faint smile, lost and ucertain of how I would react.

I think my emotions stole my reaction and put them to bed.

I felt indifferent.

My hands were cold.

"What are you doing?"

That faint smile again.

He droped the knife unto the bed and stood. The blood was dripping onto the floor.

I'd have to clean that up later.

"My chest was numb(felt kinda hollow)."

I stared at him. Blue eyes were empty.

The burn was there again.

"Take some tylenol."

He turns away back to the knife, picking it up and slicing again.

"I have." Blood stains the floor.

I'd wish he'd stop; so much mess.

"When."

He looks up at me then and tilts his head to the side.

"Right now. Aren't you watching?"

sooooo... wha'dya think? great, right!? or...more on the negative side? either way, REVIEW!(or don't. whatever float's your boat)