Original: Kingdom Hearts II
Disclaimer: Argh. I wish I owned it. Now I must go cry...Or beat the game again.
Warnings: Nuthin' too bad. Just Roxas being Roxas and this whole thing not making sense if you actually think about it do to technical difficulties.
Pairings: None really. Though we could pretend it's Rox/Nam
There were dreams littered across the floor. Dreams and hopes and people he would never know, though Axel once said he was a different person with different friends; so maybe he was this different person or that one over there or the one he was stepping on and crushing and killing and their blood was smearing his shoe with all these nasty colours that weren't black. That was why he hated this room, he seemed so out of place in this room with the stark white walls and the colourful people and hopes and dreams; and at the same time he hated it because he fit in just as well. Because there he was, a colourful person on the floor with Axel and Demyx on his side as they littered the floor as well, blending in with the sea of wishes.
And there she was, fitting so perfectly into the room until she seemed one with it. Her eyes were bright and matched her sea of wishes and her hair was like the sun to shine down on her little world of dreams and her dress was white enough to make her seem just like a piece of the room where she was trapped. His hair was like a dead star, his eyes were like the sky outside where it always rained and the sun never shined, and he wore black to the point where it matched the hollow in his chest. He hated her.
"Namine," he almost greeted. But he didn't because he never talked unless he needed to and he didn't need to. She was not worth a single word.
She smiled nonetheless, her hands behind her back as she glanced lovingly at her people and her every thought. "You never come to this end of the Castle...Did Marluxia send you?" Her voice wavered at the Graceful Assassins's name but her smile never faltered. It made him accuse the twist of lips to be fake, made him wonder why she even smiled in the first place.
He said nothing, glancing at the dreams tacked to the white wall, stepping on more people as he walked over to them, making them bleed on purpose because he hated her. He hated everything about her, every smile and every dream she could just place on the wall and every friend she could make that lay sprawled on the floor in wait for her command and her love.
"I suppose not...You don't listen to him anyway, right. I...Do you like them? Would you like me to teach you?" The witch questioned, filling the room with not only her hopes but awkward, one-sided conversation as well.
He hated her.
"I...I love them. I think they're all beautiful. They keep me company since Marluxia won't let me leave." Another shudder at his name though the smile remained. "Do you think they're pretty?" She continued when he did not answer and merely kept staring at them.
He hated her because she had dreams that she COULD tack on the wall. He hated her because she HAD friends to love her and admire her at her feet.
"No. It's just paper, after all."