“...No one would miss me...”

“Thats not true!....I would.”

Footsteps continued to echo through the ally.

“DAMMIT! Do you hear me Roxas!?! I WOULD! I WOULD MISS YOU!!”  

It was rare...to hear such a desperate tone in Axel's voice, so pleading, so weak, it made the other freeze, liquid ice poured through his veins, making his body shutter, and it made him feel sick.

“...Don't...” Fists clenched tightly, blue eyes squeezed shut, and his body trembled.

“...Don't say things like that to me...You wouldn't miss me, you couldn't. We have no hearts...”

Bright emerald green eyes were pleading, hoping, begging....

“....I would....I would miss you.”

“No. You wouldn't.”

“I'd miss you.”

“Liar.”

“I'd miss you.”

“Stop it.”

“I would.”

“Axel, stop it.”

“I'd miss you, Roxas.”

“Shut up!”

“I'd miss you so much....”

“SHUT UP!!”

They fought, they fought for pain, they fought for anger, they fought for each other, but most of all, they fought for the love that, deep down, they knew they couldn't feel.

Each blow they landed  made something in their chests clench, but they didn't stop, they couldn't. Time seemed to stop around them, nothing else existed, nothing else mattered, all that mattered, was the harsh clash of weapons, the grunts of exhaustion, and the blood pouring from their wounds.

Only when their weapons became too heavy to hold, only when their bodies were all bled out, only when they were on the bring of fading away, did they finally stop.

The blonde, however, was victorious, and his lover, his friend, was laying on the ground, panting and bleeding, from the wounds he inflicted on the person he claimed to love the most. Blue eyes rested on the others body, until he tore them away from the sight, and turned around.

“...Don't get up.” He whispered,

“It's over.”

With those words said Roxas started walking away, trying not to limp, trying not to focas on his own bleeding wounds.

“Roxas.”

For the second time that night, he froze,  despite the fact that flames continued to roar around him, he felt like ice as he turned around to face the older nobody.

Axel gripped unto his shoulders softly, trying to keep his balance, blood running down his forehead, unto his temple. His shaking form slouched over, as though he was about to fall, and Roxas automatically gripped unto his sleeve with one hand, the other holding Axel's shoulder, keeping him in place.

He couldn't do it...He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with the redhead, guilt filled eyes just stared at the others bleeding, and quivering form...

“Why wont you let me go?” The blonde whispered horsely, brokenly...

He could feel Axel's grip on him tighten.

“...Because I can't.”