Prompt # 45: Illusion

Title: A Life Never Lived

Characters/Pairings: Sora, Roxas. No pairings.

Summary: Roxas lives in Sora's heart, and he hates every moment of it.

Roxas could see nothing but pure, white light that seemed to go on forever. Occasionally it would turn gray, and sometimes even a pitch black, but it was mostly white. Sora's heart…it was white. How terribly cliché. For the warrior of the light it was to be expected, Roxas thought. Just plain, boring...white.

Watching through Sora's eyes was like seeing a movie, only he couldn't get up and leave. Roxas was forced to watch it all, listen to it all, and the worst part was that sometimes he felt what Sora felt. It wasn't fair. But he was still there, still trying to hack away at the prison of Sora's heart to find an escape.

Roxas wondered if Naminé felt the same way inside of Kairi. But since Kairi was a princess of heart, and Naminé loved white, he bitterly figured that she was just fine. Even so, he still thought about whether or not she was happy since he was obviously going insane inside that white heart. He wished that he could see a flicker of his dear friend inside of the redhead whenever Sora and Kairi met eyes, like he had the first time that they had met again, but it appeared to have been a one-time thing.

The white became a little fuzzy, and Roxas winced. He waited for the haze to leave, waited for the white to shift into whatever place Sora was dreaming about. It always happened like that. Sora would fall asleep, and he'd meet with Roxas at whatever place the brunet's heart had chosen. Sometimes it was Destiny Island, or Disney Castle, or even just the Darkness. This time was different, Roxas knew it was. He swallowed painfully at the sight before him. The main plaza of Twilight Town. Even the train was there, running its usual route

"Roxas!" Turning around very slowly, as if trying to deny that it was happening, Roxas faced Sora. The keyblade bearer was running towards him, a grin on his face. He skid to a stop as he noticed the cold way in which his Nobody regarded him.

"Roxas…?" He asked uncertainly.

"Shut up, Sora. Just shut up and wake up." The blonde hissed, and the other was frozen to the spot. Sora's eyes, his blue, loving, caring, damn innocent eyes widened. Roxas stared at him, trying to push away the emotions bubbling up inside of him. This time he didn't know if they were his or Sora's or both, but he knew that he didn't want them. It was…sadness. He didn't want it to be his.

"Roxas, what are saying? I'm confused, what's wrong?" Of course he wouldn't know what was wrong. He never thought about Roxas' feelings, only his own. Selfish, selfish boy.

"Nothing is wrong! Just wake up and leave me alone! Go back to your happy little reality and leave me here with mine!" There were warm streaks running down his face. Roxas reached up to rub them away, his fingers meeting with wetness. Tears. Why was he crying? Why? He didn't want to cry, he didn't want Sora to see his weakness, he just wanted to fade away and die or whatever else, as long as he could escape this horrible place! Sora was in front of him, a hand reaching out to wipe the tears away. Roxas pushed him away and stumbled back, his arms still outstretched as if warding Sora off. It didn't work. The boy still came, intent on comforting his Nobody even though he didn't want to be comforted in any way, shape or form.

"I told you to go away! Don't touch me!" Roxas was nearly screaming, pushing himself back against the brick wall of the building behind. He felt the hot tears course down his cheeks, and no matter how hard Sora tried to wipe them away there were more. Because it was Twilight Town. Roxas' home- no, not his home. Not anymore. But then again, it never really was to begin with.

"But, Roxas-"

"No, I don't want to hear it!" The blonde interrupted, stuck between Sora and the wall. In a desperate attempt to escape, he reached out to shove Sora aside but his wrists were caught, and he was forcefully pulled into an embrace.

"Calm down!" Sora demanded angrily, and Roxas fell limply into his arms. Did he really have such an effect on the other boy? Was Sora suffering from Roxas' own anger?

"…What do you want?" Roxas asked weakly, the question muffled against Sora's shoulder. Sora shook his head into Roxas' neck, and the Nobody could feel his Other's tears against his skin. Why was he crying? He had nothing to be sad about.

"Sorry, Roxas. I'm sorry. I should have realized it, that you would still be bitter about Twilight Town." The sudden apology was actually rather surprising. Roxas hadn't thought that Sora would say he was sorry, but then again, he had tried to make Sora out to be a bad person. Roxas smiled resentfully, and slowly returned the embrace.

"I'm sorry, too." Sorry that he was so angry. Sorry that he took all his frustration out on Sora. Sorry that he had thought horrible things and had done horrible things, just to hurt Sora. But most of all, he was sorry that he was so bitter about a life he had never even lived.