Author's Note
Eh?
Oops. (laughs nervously)
Sorry. Was thinking a bit too deeply there.
Mm. Well, here's that Kingdom Hearts fiction I've been wanting to write. Sorry if the characters I portray here are OOC. I don't exactly have their personalities written down or memorized or something.
Eh. If there's another fiction similar to this, I apologize for 'taking' your idea. I have this subconscious that seems to create ideas that have already been used. It happens whenever I read too many fictions at one go...
But for me, there's never 'too many'! (insert Ayame Sohma's laughter)
On with Distance Love!
Disclaimer
I don't own Kingdom Hearts (2). It belongs to whoever was the genius who created it.
Summary
He was always watching. Watching as the carefree brunette who unwittingly claimed his heart play with his two best friends. It wasn't that he was not the brunette's friend. He simply wished that the brunette could see that he wanted to be more. But he'll never let the brunette know, in fear of every negative reaction possible. But as he watched him with the silver-haired teen, who had proclaimed quite... openly that he was attracted to only the same gender, he thought perhaps that he was not afraid of them and that he had a chance. And yet as he watched them play, he interpreted it that the brunette loved his silver-haired best friend or the red haired girl more than a best friend. What he never knew, was that the brunette had feelings for neither, but him.
Chapter One – Watching From Afar
Roxas' POV
When? When had I fallen for you? And so far to a point that's beyond return?
Fortunately for you, you'll never hear these thoughts of mine. Unfortunately for me, I wish you could so I would not have to say them out loud instead.
So when was it? When had I started loving you?
Perhaps it was the day you requested from Yen Sid and Merlin to find a way to separate the both of us for my sake. Or was it for your sake as well? If you hadn't given me your reasons, I would have thought you had thought of me as a burden, wanting to rid me as soon as possible after your duties as the Keyblade Master was done.
But no. You said it was because you had seen my pain, my loneliness. And because you saw and felt them, you wanted to rid them of me. You wanted to save me from the pain of being unknown, being a nobody.
Because of what you had Yen Sid and Merlin done to us, I have my own body now. I'm actually somebody. I can actually reach out to you, and touch your beautiful face. I can see those endless sapphires of yours that hold so many deep meanings no one knew of but me. I'm proud of that.
So, thank you.
But I don't think that was when I began loving you.
Perhaps, it was the first time I saw you in my dreams...
Yes. That was when...
Normal POV
Wordlessly, Roxas stood beside the closed shack as he watched the trio of best friends laugh and play on the beach. No. Scratch that. He had eyes for the jovial brunette only. Sora.
Tanned skin, naturally spiked dark brown hair that once stood in all directions were slightly tamed now that they were longer, bright sapphire eyes that told the world his feelings, tainted innocence of a child who had experienced ways of life, slender build that was taut with visible but not bulky muscles from all the fighting he had done two years ago, an occasional klutz, carefree personality, a smile that could brighten the day, and a heart so big, it could love every single living soul.
That was Sora.
From that description, it was not hard for anyone to love the Keyblade Master. Roxas, though having been Sora's nobody once, was no exception.
In fact, he could proudly shout to every world out there that he loved the brunette most. Well, he would if he didn't want to die from being overly embarrassed.
Roxas clenched his fists on instinct when he saw Riku pounce onto Sora's back and began to give the spiked hair teenager a noogie as revenge. Everyone on Destiny Island knew very well that Riku was as straight as a circle because he had very openly proclaimed himself to be homosexual.
Sora's reaction was funny to say. He went from pale to red and to pale again before he told Riku that he was not interested in him. Riku almost laughed himself to his grave, before saying he was more interested in others and Sora was like a little brother he never had.
Even so, Roxas couldn't help but feel jealous as Riku playfully pulled Sora's shirt over his head and ran off with Kairi. The silver haired teen was able to act freely and openly towards Sora while he could not. He always blushed when Sora gives him a friendly hug, stuttered when Sora asked if he was sick when he sees his red face.
Simply put, Roxas loses his cool when it came to Sora.
"Can't he see it?" Roxas murmured softly in a sad tone to himself.
He had been dropping hints.
"Perhaps he was lying when he said he didn't like Riku that way. Or maybe he's still crushing on Kairi..."
He could never be as close to Sora as they were.
"Why can't he see my feelings?"
He can't stand it, still unable to touch him.
"Perhaps he doesn't like me that way. Is that what he's just trying to say?"
It's like he was inside Sora again.
And it hurts.
"Sora, Sora, Sora..." Roxas chanted softly, feeling his eyes burn slightly as he clutched his head in his hands in attempt to erase the pain that came to haunt him again. The pain of being unable to truly touch Sora.
He quickly shut his eyes tightly, willing the tears away. But one from each of his two-shade-lighter-than-sapphire orbs escaped as he turned away from the sight of the trio and ran towards his own home on the island.
It hurts...
Sora...
Author's Note
Short chapter. (grins)
And quite angsty, yes?
Did I capture Roxas' good enough?
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