Of Each Regret and Each Mistake - Axel - PG
Title: Of Each Regret and Each Mistake
Fandom: KH2:FM+
Rating: PG
Word count: 458
Disclaimer: Disney, Square Enix, and Nomura own EVERYTHING. Well, not everything in the world. But everything in this fic. I don't make any money off of this, either, while we're at it.
Summary: Axel's last projection gathers his thoughts.
Warnings: Get the tissues.
Axel can feel himself become something less than nothing, though he didn’t think such a thing would exist. The ghost of a Nobody, just real enough to slip past things like skin and bone and reality to reach the boy inside the hero, the little shadow curled up on the highest point in the fake town-how many false copies are there of this place anyways?!-which he’s built himself in the recesses of Sora’s mind.
Axel stands and watches for longer than he should. He’s fading fast, with nothing left to hold him together at all. He is gone enough to know that there will be nothing after this. So this will have to be good. And fast.
Really, this would all be easier if he’d just died when his other had been attacked. But no, he had to hang on then. He’s still hanging on now, and it’s only gotten harder. His Other didn’t know about this kid here, and knowing him is the kind of thing you can’t go back on. Knowing Sora is kind of like that, but different somehow. He’s the kind of person it’s just easy to lay your life down for. You want to help him out, and then, for Axel, there’s the echoes of him.
Really, it’d be easier if when he died, Axel would just die.
He thinks of all the things he could say. All the things he should say. The questions he wants to ask, the answers he wants to give.
I have got to tell him how I feel, that I feel at all. This is what Axel knows.
Then he sighs, but there is no breathe and realizes that all that… All that’s a mistake waiting to happen. He’s got one last moment and he want to guarantee that it will be a good one. He creates one ice cream bar, then another, and it saps the last bit of strength that keeps him here, a memory, a shadow, a ghost.
There’s nothing coming around some corner that Axel doesn’t already know about. He’s burnt out, literally and figuratively. If I didn’t have the courage then… Well, then he never had it. Where he’s going there is only darkness, but the poor kid, he’s been through enough. He doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know about the hints he missed and the heart he didn’t know he was breaking. He’s got a whole life ahead of him, and sure it’s not totally his. But it’s more than Axel’s got and Axel’s dragged enough people down already.
The ice cream, though it’s only a figment of a figment’s imagintion, begins to melt. He knows what he’s going to say.
He lets Roxas know he’s there.
Fandom: KH2:FM+
Rating: PG
Word count: 458
Disclaimer: Disney, Square Enix, and Nomura own EVERYTHING. Well, not everything in the world. But everything in this fic. I don't make any money off of this, either, while we're at it.
Summary: Axel's last projection gathers his thoughts.
Warnings: Get the tissues.
Axel can feel himself become something less than nothing, though he didn’t think such a thing would exist. The ghost of a Nobody, just real enough to slip past things like skin and bone and reality to reach the boy inside the hero, the little shadow curled up on the highest point in the fake town-how many false copies are there of this place anyways?!-which he’s built himself in the recesses of Sora’s mind.
Axel stands and watches for longer than he should. He’s fading fast, with nothing left to hold him together at all. He is gone enough to know that there will be nothing after this. So this will have to be good. And fast.
Really, this would all be easier if he’d just died when his other had been attacked. But no, he had to hang on then. He’s still hanging on now, and it’s only gotten harder. His Other didn’t know about this kid here, and knowing him is the kind of thing you can’t go back on. Knowing Sora is kind of like that, but different somehow. He’s the kind of person it’s just easy to lay your life down for. You want to help him out, and then, for Axel, there’s the echoes of him.
Really, it’d be easier if when he died, Axel would just die.
He thinks of all the things he could say. All the things he should say. The questions he wants to ask, the answers he wants to give.
I have got to tell him how I feel, that I feel at all. This is what Axel knows.
Then he sighs, but there is no breathe and realizes that all that… All that’s a mistake waiting to happen. He’s got one last moment and he want to guarantee that it will be a good one. He creates one ice cream bar, then another, and it saps the last bit of strength that keeps him here, a memory, a shadow, a ghost.
There’s nothing coming around some corner that Axel doesn’t already know about. He’s burnt out, literally and figuratively. If I didn’t have the courage then… Well, then he never had it. Where he’s going there is only darkness, but the poor kid, he’s been through enough. He doesn’t need to know that. He doesn’t need to know about the hints he missed and the heart he didn’t know he was breaking. He’s got a whole life ahead of him, and sure it’s not totally his. But it’s more than Axel’s got and Axel’s dragged enough people down already.
The ice cream, though it’s only a figment of a figment’s imagintion, begins to melt. He knows what he’s going to say.
He lets Roxas know he’s there.