So yeah. A couple of things. One, this stemmed from awful RP's that make my world go round with their horribly crack induced plots. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Two, ignore the way this was written, plz? Kthnx. It was just some thing used to get me out of my writer's block. Maybe I'll start up on TSIC again, kinda have some of the next chapter written.

Three, I'm working on two other ONESHOTS(need to make it clear to myself), so if I don't update, you know why. :smilesmile:

Ho Hum. Disclaimer time: Once upon a time, there was a girl who I DON'T OWN IT.

He cares,

So much.

It kills him on the inside

Because he aches and needs Roxas more than he knows

And he wants to spill it all cause all of it pent up inside makes him want to cry

Because he feels it but it won't go away

And words can't describe what's going on inside his head

And all he can do is get angry out of all the bubbling emotions inside his chest that burn burn burn and smolder

Until it's a fine gunpowder that can set off at the slightest spark

And every time Roxas leaves he thinks it's the last time he'll see him ever again

And every time he comes back it's like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders and then some.

But sometimes it feel as if it's all for naught cause he'd do anything

A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g

To get what he gives back

Even a fraction

A half a fourth an eight a millionth

But it never seems to happen

Cause Roxas is too wrapped up in his little world to see what goes on around him

And it

h-u-r-t-s

To just watch him wither

And know he can't do anything about it

So he has to be happy with sitting there and watching

As the little blue eyed blonde he's loved for who the hell knows how long

Stays silent, won't talk

And poisons himself from the inside

So he has to be happy with a puppet

A shell of what Roxas used to be

And pretending that interacting with him hasn't changed

So he has to be happy

with Roxas being unhappy

And he can't do that

N-e-v-e-r E-v-e-r.

End of story

Case closed.

It just doesn't work that way

And it couldn't even if he tried

And even if he wanted it to

But that's okay, cause he doesn't want it to.

He's tried before, though

Don't get him wrong

He's tried to do something about it

To wake him up, bring the boy back to life

And sometimes he'd catch that small glimmer of recognition

A small shard of painful hope,

That maybe, maybe it'll work out in the end

And they can live happily ever after

In their own little storybook ending.

But of course, that small shard of hope

Is razor sharp

So fucking

S-h-a-r-p.

And it's torn away from the blonde

And slicing right through him

To shred his feelings to bits

And leave them drowning in their own mess.

And he looks from upon his humble non-existent spot on the floor,

Up to the mighty unbreakable pedestal his brain put the blonde on

As if he were a god

An angel sent from the heavens to alleviate his inner turmoil

While slowly he starts to realize

'Hey, I was good before you came, but now I can't live without you.'

It's a vicious cycle.

Worst part is, every day

He's waiting for the day that it all actually happens,

Because he knows it will.

It was decided before either of them were born.

Written in the stars.

Sealed in fate.

Destiny never was on his side.

Hokai. That's done. Now I go work on other things promised, yes?

Y'know, reviews help, too. Right thar, in tha corner. Y'know, the button that looks like Zexion's hair color, only a little gayer?