Author's Note: Just a little idea that popped into my head as Marie Antoinette was guillotined in the documentary we watched in French class. Yup, that's how my brain works friends.

Disclaimer: I hate these things but I do them anyway. Me no own Kingdom Hearts.

Belief

"Do you believe in love?" the boy sitting beside me asked softly.

It was an unexpected question, due to the lazy silence we'd been sitting in for the past hour or so. That, and we never talked about anything even remotely romantic. Ever. It was like some sort of unspoken agreement, and, to be frank, I preferred it that way. It kept things from getting awkward.

But since he'd brought it up…

My gaze rested on his face, still boyish despite his 16 years, and I couldn't figure out how to respond. I had no clue whether or not I believed in love.

He was waiting for my answer patiently, bright blue eyes locking onto my own. My belief that I had once loved him came rushing back to me as he cocked his head to one side and pouted, pleading for an answer. Yes, perhaps I did believe in love. I was, after all, in love with my best friend.

I wasn't supposed to be though; it's wrong, it's sinful. Besides, we're best friends. Even if we weren't both guys it would be wrong. Best friends were exactly that, not lovers. It didn't work that way. But that hadn't stopped me from falling in love with his childish charms and ceaseless optimism.

I was still confused about what to say, how to answer his question. He eyed me expectantly, running a hand through his cinnamon hair.

He doesn't love me, and that's why I don't know how to answer. If what I felt for him really was love, then it was true love, of this I was sure. But true love is never one-sided, now is it? No. It's always pure and beautiful. Love isn't supposed to be like this. Not true love anyway. But if it wasn't true love, it wasn't love at all.

So, did I believe? Was I stuck in a tragic story of unrequited love, or was I merely misunderstanding our friendship? I didn't want it to be either. I wanted to love him, but I wanted him to love me back. I still didn't know how to answer, so I threw the question back at him.

"Do you?" I asked, shrugging.

We locked eyes again, and I shivered a bit. His sapphire orbs were glittering oddly, making them seem more beautiful than ever before. My heartbeat quickened and I struggled to keep my eyes from showing what I felt. I struggled to keep from acting on these feelings. I wanted so badly to pull him to me and hold him. Somehow, I knew we would fit together perfectly, that his skin would be smooth and his lips would be soft and warm.

His eyes lit up suddenly, positively glowing now, and he grinned widely. Leaning towards me, face inches away from my own, he whispered his answer.

"Only when I'm with you." As the last word left his lips he planted a small kiss on the tip of my nose. The skin there tingled delightfully as I smiled and placed a kiss of my own at the corner of his mouth.

"Same here," I whispered.