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Delightful Depression	By : iloveMP2yea Category: Kingdom Hearts > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Delightful Depression
- 2-For so My Hearts Wills
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NOTA BENE: This story can be downloaded in PDF form at http://freewebs.com/shota-kun/kingdomheartsch2.pdf The æsthetics that AFF.net likes to impart upon my pieces are a bit displeasing in my book. In any case, I would like to re-note that this is indeed my first fanfiction; I have tried to some degree to explore what Roxas was feeling, but I didn't want to spend so much time on it, so I made it what I like to think is a short chapter. Happy reading!~
Chapter Two
The boy lie still, his small frame wrapped in
a white hoodie. The day was cool; a fall breeze was
blowing across the empty streets of Twilight Town. Earlier that day, these
buildings and pathways had been filled with people, all on their ways, effecting their own prerogatives. But now they were empty.
The sun had already set, and the terrace he and the others would always visit
got no prettier in the dark. It was, after all, before the moon had risen to
take the place of the sun, so there was no lunar radiance to enhance the
shadows of the bushes, augment the ominous glitter reflecting off the ocean, or
stop the night in its tracks, hold it at a standstill. He let out a small
breath—he could see his breath crystallize, light from distant stars
rebounding, catching his eye.
He liked the stillness. No movement, no
noise, not even any thoughts. Everything was extinguished, it seemed. Perhaps, he thought to himself, perhaps this
is what the end of time would look like. He cracked a slim smile; wallowing
around in such a quiescent thought gave him shivers. The good shivers. The type
of shivers you get when someone you love bends in and tells you in the most
sincere way possible that he loves you. Or the type of shivers you might get
when a movie you really like has ended with a happily-ever-after.
“Roxas.”
Olette walked across the poorly-mowed lawn, slowly advancing. Kneeling herself
next to him, she again uttered his name.
“Nice to see you, too, Olette.” His voice was
filled with venom, no doubt in combat to the way in which she had called to
him. She had invoked such a sense of chastisement whilst kneeling only a few
feet from him. As though she’d never seen him out here after
dark before. As though she’d never known him to stare
blankly at the stars. As though she’d never seen him contemplate,
assess, vent.
“Sorry. I was concerned.” She set herself down,
now, onto her side. Supporting herself with one elbow, she let her other hand
drift over to Roxas’ upper arm. Lightly tracing along it, she ended with her hand
over his.
“Y’know, today is the day,” she paused in her thinking aloud to
look at the stars and the rising moon. She allowed herself to remain in awe for
several moments before continuing, “today is the day I
gave you that sweatshirt. We were here, you know.”
Roxas didn’t move his head; he didn’t move anything
at all. “We were down at the bottom.” Olette smiled, moving her hand from his
up to his face. She traced along it, from the corners of his lips to the bridge
of his nose, across his cheekbones and athwart his eyebrows.
Caressing his jaw-line, she let her words
sweep like a flowing wind. “Seifer really let you have a good one.”
“Knees are never fun things to mess with.” At
this, Roxas let out a faint chuckle, the very first since they had started
their discourse. He reached his hand and let it interlock with Olette’s again,
their entanglement resting above Roxas’ ear. “Do you remember when,” Roxas let
out a snort, “when we used to talk about how much we hated Seifer? How much we
wanted to pound him into the ground?”
Olette nodded. “I remember. That’s why I was
so shocked. I didn’t think you had it in you to feel for someone you so adamantly
disliked.” Olette blew a strand of Roxas’ bangs out of his eyes.
He grinned. “You lie. How much I tried to,
wanted to hate him with everything I ever had. How much I hated myself for not hating him. How much I
hated that I didn’t even know where to begin
in hating him.” Olette breathed a sigh, a permissive sigh, as though to say, Sounds about right.
He raised a hand into the air, as if reaching
for every star out there. Knowing that he had once been
closer than ever before, back with Axel. How nice it had felt to be so
close to the stars, feigning that he might bask in their warmth. He never could
get that close, damn the rest of the world.
Olette moved her hand yet again, earning a
groan from Roxas—one seeming to suggest, Damnit, woman. You’re too restless tonight.
She came to a final rest over his heart. He pressed down a bit, insistent on
feeling his heartbeat. “Why?”
“Why did I want to hate him, or why couldn’t
I?”
She blinked once or twice. She was more than
just concerned, or worried. No, her acquaintances with those emotions treaded
on the ground of maternal love. She was petrified, in internal pandemonium. “Both, Roxas. Both and everything
in-between!”
He inhaled sharply. “I don’t know why I
wanted to hate him so much. Maybe because you guys did it so
easily and I wanted to, too. I didn’t want the burning in my chest to go
on.” His chest rose and fell with a disheartening swiftness. “I was confused. I
didn’t know what I really felt. I had to feel something. But it wasn’t hate.
And it wasn’t love.” He turned his head to face away from Olette. “I didn’t
even have a strong hunch to go off of.”
Olette rested her head on her hand. “Whatever, Roxas. The past is gone. What about the now?”
Roxas felt his face ignite with a burning
flame. He could feel the disdain imparted when Seifer kicked him, knocked him
off his pedestal, left him on the ground. “I know
exactly what’ll happen.” Roxas let out a laugh. Which was
surprising, considering Roxas hadn’t laughed for months—since he’d been back.
“I’ll keep doing what I’ve been
doing. He can handle himself: I don’t have to worry about him getting hurt. And
I’ve been just fine, anyway. No need to change anything. I’ll keep watching him
from the corners of my eyes, wishing him well, trying to ignore my heart and its trying to escape from my body.” He giggled. Incessantly giggled. That pain, wherefore one wishes to cry but physically cannot, came upon him like the
plague. He felt sick to his stomach, his head emptied of thought as he dizzied,
and he realized the feeling in his fingertips was leaving. Like
water vapour.
“The hell you have, Roxas!” Olette didn’t let
her head move from its position. The vein in her temple pressed against his
knuckles, protruding in frustration, pushing her hand into his chest. “I can
point out more than one scar. Like anybody who’s
cutting could be sane.” She let out a huff.
Roxas placed a hand to her head, letting his
fingers run through her hair, as protectively as would any mother. He began to
lull, putting to rest her disquieted mind. “Olette, do you have any clue what
it’s like to love someone so much that your heart could just jump out of your
body? That your senses no longer obey the rules of logic? That every emotion
that ever floods through you tells you to protect, watch, care?
That everything could get in your way, but you would still fend off the world
to save, nurture, ensure?”
Olette moved her fingers, dug the pads of
them into his chest and between his ribs. “I think, Roxas, I have.”
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So, in general, my favourite kinds of reviews are those that completely destroy my story, ripping it into little pieces and throwing it back at me with some injury and insult. I enjoy tough and thorough criticism, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't lie and say something such as, "OMG, this chapter was flawless!" Because, as was stated in The Invisible, "It's never good enough."

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