AN: Another incredibly short one from me... but I wrote it during environmental science so f nothing else you know there is a bit of creativity in it somewhere! Um... I dun own Kigdom Hearts leave me lots O' reviews!
Roxas stood over Axel's grave, his eyes narrowing angrily as he stared at the head stone. This hadn't had to happen, he could have live, he chose not to. Roxas had given him a choice that damned group of gun toting monkeys, or him. He made the choice to stay with the monkeys. He walked out and a few days later he died of a gunshot wound. He didn't have to de, and that makes it even worse. He had tried to fix it himself with a shot of heroin and some stitches. The bullet had still been side him, and he'd had internal bleeding.
Roxas hadn't cried yet though, Axel had been his best friend for years, and then lover for the last two years. Once he'd started getting stupid Roxas had given him the choice, and now it was painfully obvious he'd made the wrong one. He shivered slightly before leaning back on his heels, feeling nauseous.
"This is all your fault. We could've had and amazing life, together. Moved away from this gang nonsense, got away from heartless this, and nobody that. It's all your fault if you had chosen right we could be happy right now! Zexion and Demyx had planned on leaving with us, we could've had a shot." He growled, it was the middle of the night and he was standing in the middle of a cemetery yelling.
"It's been a whole year, Demyx died too, but not from stupidity like we'd thought. He loved you. The whole time we were together he wanted it to be him. It took me awhile to come and visit, six months after Demyx died me and Zexy began dating. It just kind of seemed right. I crawled into his bed every night; he'd pretend he wasn't crying. Sometimes we had sex, we lived alone together things just fell into place with us.
"Though, you have the right to know that I never stopped loving you. You sick, demented, asshole of a man. Your eyes still haunt me, every time I close my eyes all I see is you." He whispered, allowing his eyes to closed as he felt tears building for the first time since Axel had made his stupid decision. He felt a wave of shivers hit him before he made out Axel's form, the ever-grinning face of his past lover. He whimpered before falling to the ground at the food of the redhead's grave, tears finally rolling down his cheeks.
"What right do you have to make me feel like this?" He practically screamed; tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Axel had no right torturing him after what he'd done. "This is all your fault, you made the wrong choice, you could have been happy, but I guess I wasn't enough for you." He choked out, whimpering when he felt a raindrop on his face.
"Roxas!" He looked up when he heard his name being called. He turned to see Zexion before forcing himself to stand and making his ways to Zexion before collapsing into the other's arms while sobbing openly.
"Why did this have to happen?" He sobbed before feeling the other's fingers slide through his hair before he was picked up and carried to the car. Zexion didn't have the answer. He put Roxas Down in the passengers seat before moving around to start the car and begin the drive home.
"You know, he never wanted to be buried in the ground, he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered in the wind somewhere pretty." He mumbled as they drove off, Zexion's fingers laced with his as they drove, getting as far away from the cemetery as possible.
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