Well, here ya go! Quick update to anyone paying attention. Now Roxas gets picked on! Though not nearly as bad as Sora... No, not at all.
Standard warnings apply. Small order of side pairings, pay no attention.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah blah...
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Roxas can hear him, and he doesn't care. Doesn't care one bit for the boy who is keeping him imprisoned inside. He wants OUT. He wants freedom and he will do anything to get it.
Except... a quiet part of him whispers, a part he doesn't want to hear, because it had nothing to do with hate -- quite the opposite -- and it's annoying, and makes his head spin, his heart ache. Except kill Sora.
He shrugs that part away. Because that part of him cares. That part of him, in its own sick, twisted way, loves Sora, and so, that part of himself, he also hates.
Because Roxas hates Sora. Hates him so fucking much.
"Please..."Sora begs, sobbing. He sounds like a crazy person, Roxas muses. He's speaking to himself. How ridiculous.
"Please" won't get him anywhere. Not with Roxas. But then there's that little part of him, rising up again, and Roxas tries hard to beat it back.
And then Sora's voice cracks, and Roxas flinches. He can't help it. It just happens. And the undeniable guilt settles in his stomach, and he can't even find the energy to bring up more hate. Sora has a way of making him FEEL. A way that hurts Roxas but also makes him whole. Happy. And he hates it.
"I'll do anything.... kill us.... anything..."Sora is crying harder and harder, nearly breaking himself in two, and the sound hurts Roxas's ears. He wants him to stop. He needs Sora to stop.
Times like these bring back the thoughts that Roxas has to shake away for fear of losing his hatred. Because he knows it's wrong.
Demyx always taught him that it was wrong to hate. And he'd loved Demyx -- who cares if they didn't have hearts. He'd been family. But then Zexion had died, and Demyx had broken, and just gone... insanewasn't the right word, but... he just wasn't the same. He put up a good front, but the pain in his expression was always there. But Demyx had still loved. He still loved Roxas, and Axel, and... Well, anyone who gave him the time of day. But most of all, he loved Zexion. And he clung to his memory. But that was what the reasonable part of Roxas's brain was trying to get at; Axel had been the reason Zexion was dead, and yet -- And yet, when Demyx should've hated him, he still loved, clinging to Axel and crying when he should not have been able to. There were times, Roxas knew, when Demyx resented Axel, when he yelled and beat the skinny redhead to the best of him ability, against his better nature, in anguish for the loss of his (something akin to, at least) love -- but Demyx never hated.
Sora did not kill his beloved. He has taken away many things, but he's never intentionally... wronged him, and suddenly, Roxas feels overwhelmingly guilty. Guilty because he promisedDemyx that he'd never be this way. Yet... here he is. Feeding his hatred through Sora's veins, spreading like poison, and slowly killing the boy. Just like Sora said: Roxas's darkness is going to kill them.
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Well, there it was! But that's not all there is to come, I swear! I'm sorry, I love Demyx and Zexion, I just couldn't leave them out.
