Just a drabble. C:

Warnings: Character Death.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts will never belong to me. No matter how many birthday candles and shooting stars I wish upon.

Axel was 22 years old when his closest friend died.

He remembered his golden haired friend well. Those irresistibly fluffy golden locks. Odd baby blue eyes that shone as he grinned his special grin.

The two of them used to go for walks through the local park, sometimes stopping to rest on the freshly cut green grass. When his friend was in an especially good mood, sometimes he would tackle Axel to the ground and cover his face and neck with wet kisses. People would stare and give the pair strange looks, but that never mattered to Axel.

They would stay in the park till night fell, then race home quickly for supper. The pair was inseparable to say the least.

But Axel had never seen his death coming. The pair had been walking through the town square, shopping for nothing in particular. Axel had stopped to chat with his buddy Sora. His friend ran down the sidewalk to check out a hot dog stand, but he never quite made it.

Axel had laughed at Sora's joke, then turned when he saw the horrified look on the brunnette's face. The red-head had turned to see a gleaming silver bus barrel down the street, headed straight for his golden haired pal.

There was a high-pitched yelp, and then all was silent. The passengers of the bus filed out quickly, the stumbling bus driver following suit. Axel had cried out and ran to his friend's side, holding his lithe body close.

There was no heartbeat, no breath. That twinkle had left his baby blue eyes as they dimmed. His body was cold. And Axel merely shoved the driver aside as he plucked up the body and ran home with tears on his cheeks. Sora had stayed behind, speechless.

That had been a year ago today. Axel was currently standing in front of the plaque he'd lamented in his friends honor.

"You lived a good life buddy. Fifteen looong years."

He smiled and wiped a stray tear, then brushed the dust absently off the grave. He was just turning to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was his childhood friend, Roxas.

"I'm sorry Axel. He was a good dog."

The red-head nodded and leaned into his friends embrace as they trekked back into Axel's home, closing the sliding glass door behind them.

Short and sweet! Betcha' never saw that coming, huh? Oh, wait, you did? Oops.

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