Summary: You smelt like ash, and a bit like those roses, you know? And you tasted like burning chocolate...why can't I just stay in my room?
A.N: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Song: "Agoraphobia" ...duh. Band: "Incubus"
Italics: Emphasis
Agoraphobia--n. Fear of open spaces.
"Two people touching lips,
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing else in the world but one another."
Tonight, there will be no more us.
I cherish the moments, you know. Take the time to memorize your scent, your feel, your taste. I'm being clingy, aren't I? Well, more clingy than usual.
I murmur a song I knew—know?—to you, easing forward to give you a kiss. You taste like burning chocolate, with a hint of fruit. You smell like ash, and a bit of those roses—Marluxia's—that you do so love to burn, wafting in the seaside breeze. Your touch, rough, calloused by battle.
I hate that.
You used to taste like smoldered sweets, used to smell like the charred flesh of your victims. Your touch used to be gentle; now it's a mere shadow of what it used to be.
I hate that he stole you from me. Marked you. Made your essence, you, his! I hate that!
We used to be so happy—oh sorry, content; I forgot about the "no hearts" rule. You would sit while I practiced my element, and afterwards you would give me those crude pointer, before sighing at my teary face, (I was attempting to impress you, after all) and telling me how beautiful it—I—was. I used to play for you, write songs for you; don't you remember the unfinished lyrics of your favorite? No? I suppose not, I suppose that he is all on your mind right now. I'm just a minor inconvenience, after all.
So, I break away, and soon, you are leaving, smirk barely restrained from your perfect lips. And don't come back, I call, and I mean it; it's safe where you are not. It's not safe outside; you could be there, after all. It'll be like us never existed (though, technically… we don't), and you can have your precious. In my mind, you will cease to exist as anything that isn't an associate determined by a stupid number. Though, perhaps, I'm already that in your mind?
Gods, I just want to stay in my room, where it is safe from Heartless, from him, from all of the other Organization members. What does it matter, in the end? It's safe, here in my boring little room. It's safe, here, where you are not. Don't make me go outside. Leave me to my misery, here in my boring little room.
Chase your stupid Roxas, Axel. I don't care about you, or rather, about anything anymore.
I just want to stay in my boring little stupid room.
"I read the news today
And everything they say
Just makes me want to stay inside
And a better part of me knows
That waiting in the throes
Is all on par with reading with my eyes closed
"What Can I do?", You say
It's just another day
In the life of Apes with ego trips
Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And know that fate is what we make of it.
I wanna stay inside;
I wanna stay inside for good.
I wanna stay inside
For good…"