This is the third drabble I've written and posted in the last 24 hours. I wouldn't call this a songfic, but it's themed after Kanye West's song "Heartless." I thought the heartless motif fit with them (cuz, you know, Kingdom Hearts has heartless), and wrote another troubled relationship. Written after two all-nighters, a couple scattered drabbles, and having written a massive lit review O.o
2/26/13
In the night, I hear them talk the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul
To a boy so heartless...
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"It's about time you left him. None of us really knew what you saw in him."
Roxas sighed, shoving the clothes he'd just folded neatly into his suitcase.
"You know, Sora, this is hard enough for me as it is. Could you at least, you know, help?"
The brunet stretched on his bed, picking up a copy of Entertainment Weekly and flipping through it. "Hey, I said I'd come along and support you. I'm here as your rock."
The younger twin rolled his eyes and continued packing until he couldn't find anything else of his in the bedroom. Surveying it, Roxas felt a few tears come to his eyes. This house, this room, everything here held so many memories for him, good and bad. Now that his stuff was packed up, it felt empty and cold.
"I hope Axel will be alright..."
Sora scoffed, not looking up from his reading. "Why do you still care about that bum?"
"Because," he said softly, more to himself than his brother. In his heart, he still loved Axel. He wanted them to be happy together, but it just wouldn't work. They were bad for each other.
Axel was a bit of a narcissist, egotistical and somewhat emotionally jaded. Roxas knew that he could be clingy and needy, which was too much for some people, but his boyfriend seemed put off and bitter about it and he just wasn't meeting Roxas's needs. The blonde felt bad, but he knew what he needed. Too bad, because if he could have made it work, he would have...
Roxas sent Sora to the car with a few boxes, halting his brother's grumbling arguments with, "Hey, you promised to help me. I need your help now, oh sturdy rock."
The brunet stuck his tongue out at him, but began loading up the car anyway. They were just putting the last box in the trunk when Axel's red Chevrolet pulled up into the driveway behind them, blocking their exit. Roxas cringed a little, knowing he was going to have to talk to his ex boyfriend again. Sora patted his shoulder.
"I'll wait in the car. Don't worry, I'm texting Riku. If Axel tries to start something, we'll have your back."
With a hesitant smile, Roxas thanked him, walking up to the red car as the driver's door popped open and Axel slid out.
"So...you're really going?"
The blonde bit his lip slightly, nodding. "I'm moving in with my brother until I can get a place of my own."
"Do you have to hurry off?" Axel asked sadly, and Roxas was taken aback by the almost pleading tone of voice.
"Well, what would you have me do?"
"Stay," the redhead begged softly. "I know things've been bad, but we can work it out. You don't have to do this."
Still surprised, the boy tried to mask his sudden, oncoming turmoil at leaving.
"I do, Axel. I love you, really I do, but I can't live with this. This on again, off again, hot and cold bullshit. First we're not speaking, then we call each other up at 3 A.M. and make up. We fight again and again and I'm tired of it."
"I am too." He could tell Axel was biting back some retort against him. But he wasn't trying to criticize Axel, just their relationship. It was both their faults.
Axel grabbed him by the shoulders. His grip was tight but not painful.
"I'm tired of it too, Roxas. So let's work on it together. Please..." The blonde almost broke at his plea. "I love you."
Realizing then that tears were streaming down his cheeks, the boy reached up and wiped them away with a shaky sigh.
"I love you too. But I can't do this. I hate getting jealous when I see you with some guy or girl. I'm tired of whining and stressing and driving my friends crazy, when they've been telling me all along that I need to leave."
Axel frowned. "Who told you to leave? Why?"
"It's not important now. But I have to go, Axel." Roxas stood up on his tip-toes and pressed a quick, sweet kiss to his ex's unsuspecting mouth. "Maybe...Maybe we can try again soon. But not now. I think we need some time apart." He turned and walked back to his car, seeing Sora playing on his phone in shotgun. "Move your car so we can go."
"You're breaking me, Roxas. How could you be so heartless?"
Roxa cringed, his fingers curling like a fist around the door handle. He wanted to turn and snap back as Axel, bring up all the times when Axel had hurt him. How many times had it been now? How often did Axel spit on his feelings and barely bother to give a shit?
With masterful self control, he let the tension flow from his back, shoulders, and jaw, and glanced back narrowly at upset green eyes.
"I'm no more or less heartless than you. Now move your damn car already."
Axel looked angry, but didn't say anything more. He jerked his car noisily onto the street, allowing Roxas to back out just as Riku pulled up in his own car, waving at Sora. Roxas rolled down the window as Axel looked down and away, glaring at the curb.
"Goodbye Axel..." He felt a little hurt when the redhead just kept looking away. "We'll talk later, okay?" Maybe when their tempers had cooled and they'd spent some time apart.
"...Fine."
"I love you."
Axel scoffed softly, though Roxas heard it clearly enough. "Yeah, whatever."
As the blonde drove off, he saw Axel in his rear view mirror, a genuine sad and hurt look morphing on his face. For a second, his heart panged, and his foot hovered over the brake...
No. He wouldn't be manipulated. This was the right thing, and they were both going to have to move on. It was a difficult first step for the both of them, but Roxas knew he had to do it. Change was scary, but without it nothing would ever get done, or better. He only hoped Axel would understand.
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In the night, I hear them talk the coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road, he lost his soul
To a boy so heartless...