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Fall Into Your Sunlight

Chapter Ten

Dreaming of Awakening

The wind howling in his ears as the darkness of the clouds blocks out the light of the sun, squinting against that darkness in front of him. He's reaching, running, but he can't tell what he's trying to do. But he can feel it; his heart beating eratically in his chest, breath uneven, feeling fear knaw at his insides, trying to bring his sanity to the ground. But there's also a thought in his mind, something that drives him to run, to get to him before it happens, because he can hear those cries, far off in the distance, the torches lined up on the stone walls not lit, the few windows not showing the light, barely showing anything at all.

His footfalls echo on the stone ground, and he's panting harder now, and he's crying, he can feel it, shaking and trembling in fear as he turns a corner, every barred door he passes not even guarded like they usually are, the people within them minding to their own purposes. Not a curse is flown his way as his black and blue coat trails frantically after him, struggling to keep up with his frame, which is running, running, running...

"I told you, I don't know anything!" That voice sends a pang of pain in his heart, it's laced with it's own pain. His stunning cerulean eyes eye the barred door, trying to quiet his gasps a little behind his dark-tanned hands. He puts his ear to the door to listen better.

"You really think you have the chance to lie, boy?" A gruff voice asks, and the sharpening of a blade within the same room is heard, as well as the jiggling of chains. "In this trial, you have no choice but to reply, 'lest you want to feel something worse than death."

"You can't break me." The younger one hisses, and the brunette just outside the door, black hood hiding his hair, hiding who he is, smiles at his arrogance. Because he knows that he's unbreakable. "You don't hold that power."

"Oh? And yet, here you are, being tried for Heresy against the Church." The brunette grinds his teeth together. We never betrayed them, he thinks, hands clenching into fists, his hands now on his legs as he crouches on his toes just by the door to listen intently. We were just living.

"You people sicken me." His blonde snaps. "Contradicting yourselves every goddamn sermon! Is it so bad that we don't believe? Or are you just so pissed that you only caught one of us?"

"I'd watch my mouth, boy." The grind of metal against metal fills the momentary silence. The brunette's hands clenched tighter, his will to barge in overpowering him, but he knew he has to play his time right. They're wrong, he mouths to himself, to the watching darkness. It doesn't matter who we hold to us, it's pure, unconditional. And nowadays that isn't easily found. People have forgotten the Soulmate principle, after all. Only those who remember it end up happy. Except for us, because ours is from a long ago promise that we still keep beyond the lifetimes.

A cry pierces the darkness now, and the brunette holds back a sob as he feels the pain too, riding down his arm. Forgive me, Roxas, he thinks, tears leaving streaks down his tanned cheeks. But please, bear it for a little longer. And he knows that he hears him.

And when he can barely hold himself back, he hears his chance, and he pushes the heavy metal and wooden door to the cellroom open.

He couldn't let go, he couldn't. Hands holding his hair tightly in the darkness of the room as the others within it cry and beg, being punished for something they never did. Tears fall down his dirty face, but he knows it's useless, because it's all over; in the end, he couldn't say a proper goodbye to the brunette he'd come to love. But his name, that piece of information, he'd come to hold on to it with his life, even when his life was ending.

He could feel it; his throat protesting at the air, the unpurity, unable to sift through the fumes and find good air. Eventually the people started to drop, cries dying on their lips, men and women alike crying out names of the people they miss. But he knew otherwise; his brunette was gone already. And for the 'crimes' he comitted, they paid.

"Why can't you see it?" He shouts, and the tears betray his anger, and every other conflicting emotion inside his heart. But no, the man orders their parents to hold them at seperate ends, trying to cleanse them of the 'demons' that their bodies are a supposed host to. He trickles holy water from his fingers onto the forehead of the thrashing blonde. "You people think you're so goddamn right-" Ignoring the slap the priest gives his face at the curse, the blonde continues. "-but listen to yourselves! Every goddamn sermon you give is fucking wrong!" Another slap at the curse, the brunette protesting as he see's it happen, tears falling from his eyes as he begs the man to stop hitting him already. "You say that love is a gift that doesn't happen every day, and shit like that. That we should love unconditionally. But then you say we can't goddamn love someone of our gender, or of our family, that it's the work of the goddamn devil!" Hit after hit at every curse, and their parents don't stop them; they don't see the 'sinners' as their sons anymore.

"Roxas, stop it!" The brunette cries, tears falling hard down his cheeks. But his plea is ignored.

"No one is perfect." He hisses, shaking the water from his hair, but the priest continues to trickle it down his head. "But some people are, and you're a damned fool for thinking otherwise." He swings his feet, which are not held back by his father, one of them hitting his father in the knee, the other hitting the priest where the sun don't shine. "And you're not going to change Sora, who is as perfect as it can get."

Sora

I twitch, and gasp in a a sharp breath, the chill of the early morning reaching me. There's a fluffy tail on my face, which I guess is the cat, and I can see Roxas standing outside in the morning, just outside of the door. Trying to shake off the dreams, I stand up and stretch once, yawning as I walk barefoot to the door, sliding it back shut behind me afterwards. He looks at me a moment.

"Rough night?" He asks. I nod wearily, rubbing my eyes and supress another yawn.

"You have no idea." I make a face, sitting down on the edge of the wooden back porch, feet touching the grass a little. I swing my legs back and forth. "It was a dream after dream about... well, us being accused of something each time, but each time it was in a totally different time period."

He laughs once under his breath.

"Same here." He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he sits down beside me. "Thank every single last god alive that I woke up before the end." I nod in agreement.

We fall into a comfortable silence; he passes his hands through his hair, surpressing a yawn and trying to wake himself up as the sun slowly begins to creep up over the horizon, blinking cerulean eyes. I simply run my bare feet against the grass growing just at the edge of the balcony, smiling to myself as the emerald blades move with the breeze. I can feel him watching me, but I choose to instead look up to the rising sun.

"A lot of things have happened in this past while, haven't they?" I ask, not really searching for an answer. He chuckles lightly, nodding and looking to the sunrise as well.

"But I think we'll be alright, Sora. In the end... I think we'll be okay."

By the gods, I'm a horrible person! Forgive me! *Goes on her knees and cries* But please do understand what I've been going through has not been easy, and I've been very, VERY busy. I know this chapter isn't what you're expecting and that it probably just bums/ruins the entire atmosphere I had going, but my touch with fanfictions is fading away some bit. My life is being consumed by my novels TAT It's both a good thing and a terrible thing! D=

I fail at life, I know. I'm sorry... this fanfic is actually coming to a close within the next two chapters... don't know when I'll be posting them up, though...

I'm sorry!