Ahh… part of my massive fanfic dump from my fanfic-based livejournal account: www. thatnobodygrrl. livejournal. Com(just take out the spaces). Please comment constructively!
Disclaimer: They belong to Squeenix, sadly.
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Roxas… he's like a burning flame. I know I'm supposed to be the fire one and all, but I've watched the kid too long not to see it. Like a flame, burning bright in all of our darkness.
Like a flame that's eventually going to have to burn out.
I wonder if he realizes it, Roxas. He's so bright all the time, always burning burning burning, I wonder if he ever stops long enough to consider the fact that nothing burns forever. Eventually, even the brightest flame succumbs to darkness, leaving nothing but thin smoke in its wake.
But then again, I'm the fire one, right? I set things on fire, and that's what I'm waiting to do. I'm waiting for the day that kid shows the first signs of burning out, and I'll be there to set him off again. I'm not going to let him flicker out. Not going to let him stop burning, because it's what he does.
My biggest fear is that he'llleaveandburnoutwheni'mnotlooking.
When I can't do anything about it.
Now, far be it for me to tell him he has to stay, what he does is his own business, but I want him to stay. I know I can't tell him that though. You don't mess with that kid. He's all straight-forward, all determination, all vengeance. I feel like if I get in the way of all that, I'll burn up just from getting too close. He's untouchable.
Sometimes, I wish fleetingly that I were Demyx, if only so I could be the water to his fire. It's kind of a silly thought, but it gnaws at the back of my mind, sometimes.
I think my problem is that I'm afraid. I know that day's coming, the one where heleavesanddoesn'tlookback, but I don't want to know it. I want to sweep it under the rug and pretend that it's not there, a big purple elephant sitting in the room, feaures hidden by the surrounding darkness. His flame's not as bright as I wish it were.
He's burning out.
No one would miss me.
If this is my last chance to keep him burning, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll say whatever I have to, do whatever has to be done, but I can't . Idon'tknowwhattodoandi'mafraid. There's nothing I can say.
I would.
Guess I wasn't fire after all.