Sora would smile at Kairi and Roxas felt his lips rise and smile because Sora willed his lips up. But they weren't really his lips. God, how he wanted his own lips.
If Roxas had lips they wouldn't move so slowly, delacately, lovingly against Kairi's own pair. Roxas's lips would bite and tear and with his own arms he would push her away. If Roxas had his own lips they would be pressed against a man's lips. Axel's lips. If he had a body he'd search from the Islands and into Kingdom Hearts itself for the heart of his flame-haired Nobody, leaving the somebody for dust.
But all Roxas had was his mind. All he could do was cry and cry while Sora wrapped his bare form around Kairi's and cried out for her. All he could do was remind himself that he simply wasn't Sora.
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Yeah, another little drabble. Companion for my Naminé fic. I never thought that Roxas really wanted to give up existing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
