A sadder Demyx/Axel with undertones of Axel/Roxas.


He hates Axel. He hates Axel for being this traitorous, double-timing asshole that everyone knows he is. Maybe he was just a bit more naive for thinking, he wouldn't do that, he couldn't do that, he's not that heartless.

Apparently he was wrong. He was wrong to think Axel wouldn't chase after Roxas. He was wrong to think he couldn't leave him alone with his only friend in the castle his own mind. He was wrong to think he wasn't that heartless to let him be sent off to his death sentence without so much as a good-bye.

He should've known. He's been so busy with chasing after The Little Golden Boy, so busy trying not to get himself killed.

Because Xemnas would kill him now. They both know it.

Instead, he's become the sacrificial lamb. He knows it, can see it written on Xemnas's intolerably unshaken face, even though he's not supposed to be able to read those subtle nuances.

He couldn't cry if he wanted to. Not really. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. He supposes Axel's just doing what he needs to do to survive, that basic instinct still encrypted on all of them, the primal reason for existence: simply to exist.

He doesn't really want to exist, though, if it means this sort of betrayal. Sadly, betrayal is also a fundamental shade to every person's faces.

He sighs. Plays his guitar for a few moments. Gets shipped off to the slaughter like a useless, sterile bull.

It's not fair, he can't help but think, as Sora looks at him with those Roxas-not-Roxas-blue eyes full of Roxas-not-Roxas defiance. It's just not fair.

Death is swift. And Axel is there as the droplets disperse and hit the ground like miniscule tidal waves.