kingdom hearts; gen
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Axel, Roxas, Larxene, Marluxia, Zexion, Namine; Axel/Roxas very slightly implied
Title: Running Blind
Rating: G
Notes: Minor organization and prologue spoilers for KHII.
Posted: kh_drabble, for the challenge 'mistake'
"Our existence isn't a mistake, you know," Axel murmurs. His face is turned up; it's a cold night, and they are sitting on the roof, looking at the stars.
It occurs to Roxas that Axel is just being romantic; that it's a foolish, fairytale sentiment. Even so, something about the words draws him in. Combined with Axel's body heat, it's irresistible, and he can't help but move closer.
"Maybe so," Roxas whispers into the air. His right shoulder is deliciously warm and his left is bitingly cold. He watches his breath drift away from him. The words echo in his head -- Maybe, maybe. It's a silent prayer to ward off the cold, or to ward off oblivion.
--
"Our existence isn't a mistake," Larxene half-hisses, half-spits. Her green eyes are flashing, malicious and frantic, like those of a wildcat in its death throes. Her anger seems to rebound off of the polished marble of the walls.
Marluxia readily agrees and wonders why she's being so defensive, what it is that he's said. Of course she's right; he knows just as well of the rest of them that they're here for a reason.
Of course they have a purpose. Of course they do.
--
"Our existence is not a mistake," Zexion writes. He writes with a steady hand, even though the statement has no place among the facts and observations of his notes. He knows this. He knows, also, that there is no solid evidence, and that in fact all of the science seems to point to the opposite conclusion. But still his hand is steady. It has to be.
Writing it down, though, proves to make it worse. Every time he opens the notebook the words stand out to him as an obvious breach of logic. He can't ignore it. Eventually Zexion puts the notebook away in a dark corner of his room and tries to forget about it.
He can't forget it.
--
Roxas no longer remembers it. He has vague memories of Axel; a jumbled, dimly-lit memory of his romanticism on the roof; and no memory at all of the desperation and denial behind it. But here in the white room, with desaturated fragments of a strange past floating around him, he can feel something inside of him break.
"You were never meant to exist," Namine says, and something inside gives in. Something -- some fragile, hopeless last resistance -- falls. All of them have been living their whole lives with their eyes closed, running blindly from this demon; and here it is, staring Roxas in the face. You were never meant to exist.
With a single sentence, everything he has worked and hoped for is laid to waste. Roxas can't possibly realize this; but suddenly he doesn't know what to feel, or do, or say.
Characters/Pairings: Axel, Roxas, Larxene, Marluxia, Zexion, Namine; Axel/Roxas very slightly implied
Title: Running Blind
Rating: G
Notes: Minor organization and prologue spoilers for KHII.
Posted: kh_drabble, for the challenge 'mistake'
"Our existence isn't a mistake, you know," Axel murmurs. His face is turned up; it's a cold night, and they are sitting on the roof, looking at the stars.
It occurs to Roxas that Axel is just being romantic; that it's a foolish, fairytale sentiment. Even so, something about the words draws him in. Combined with Axel's body heat, it's irresistible, and he can't help but move closer.
"Maybe so," Roxas whispers into the air. His right shoulder is deliciously warm and his left is bitingly cold. He watches his breath drift away from him. The words echo in his head -- Maybe, maybe. It's a silent prayer to ward off the cold, or to ward off oblivion.
--
"Our existence isn't a mistake," Larxene half-hisses, half-spits. Her green eyes are flashing, malicious and frantic, like those of a wildcat in its death throes. Her anger seems to rebound off of the polished marble of the walls.
Marluxia readily agrees and wonders why she's being so defensive, what it is that he's said. Of course she's right; he knows just as well of the rest of them that they're here for a reason.
Of course they have a purpose. Of course they do.
--
"Our existence is not a mistake," Zexion writes. He writes with a steady hand, even though the statement has no place among the facts and observations of his notes. He knows this. He knows, also, that there is no solid evidence, and that in fact all of the science seems to point to the opposite conclusion. But still his hand is steady. It has to be.
Writing it down, though, proves to make it worse. Every time he opens the notebook the words stand out to him as an obvious breach of logic. He can't ignore it. Eventually Zexion puts the notebook away in a dark corner of his room and tries to forget about it.
He can't forget it.
--
Roxas no longer remembers it. He has vague memories of Axel; a jumbled, dimly-lit memory of his romanticism on the roof; and no memory at all of the desperation and denial behind it. But here in the white room, with desaturated fragments of a strange past floating around him, he can feel something inside of him break.
"You were never meant to exist," Namine says, and something inside gives in. Something -- some fragile, hopeless last resistance -- falls. All of them have been living their whole lives with their eyes closed, running blindly from this demon; and here it is, staring Roxas in the face. You were never meant to exist.
With a single sentence, everything he has worked and hoped for is laid to waste. Roxas can't possibly realize this; but suddenly he doesn't know what to feel, or do, or say.