Cerulean blue eyes, as large as pools of water leaked across soft white porcelain skin. How could he, what did she have that he didn’t?
Well a vagina for one…
Trembling hand lifted to his face, attempting to cover his mask of pain from the fiery teen before him.
“I-i… I can’t go on”
His voice cracked, fingers curled in the hairline of his soft blonde locks, the empty place in his chest suddenly overfilled with aching pain.
He could not describe this feeling.
There was no word he knew of that could describe the utmost devastating feeling that was filling him as memories of his best friend kissing a girl whom he had just met.

The red head reached his hand out towards the blonde, his mouth open mid-sentence when he found himself stopped in his tracks. He lowered his hand, his thin emerald eyes averted from Roxas as he refused to look at the weeping blonde boy.
“I didn’t mean to…”
He whispered, uncertain of his own words that he now spoke.
Lies.
It’s all lies.
I meant to kiss her.
I meant to touch her.
I meant to do so much more then just that…
Axel clenched his teeth in rage, rage directed towards himself. How could he? How could he have such affection towards them both? He was being torn in two between himself, unable to express so much…
So much…
So much what?

Roxas lowered his hands, looking up at Axel as tears continued to drip down his milky soft skin.
“…What?”
His eyes widened, glazed over in sudden rage.
“WHAT?”
He screamed, finding his hand in a fist as he lashed out at Axel, hitting him dead on in the face.
“YOU DIDN’T MEAN TO?!
TELL ME WHAT YOU TOLD HER!
TELL ME!”
He continued to swing his fists at Axel, his eye dark and furious as he felt his knuckles penetrate through axel’s thin skin, the pleasurable sound of pain being knocked out of his best friend’s lungs.

It took the teen a few seconds before he realized why he was on the ground, the blonde over him as pain put him into a short state of shock. As soon as he did he found himself raising his hands up over his face, shouting desperately while he tried to stop the fierce blows at his face.
“ROXAS!”

He wouldn’t listen.
Couldn’t.
His utmost hate and fury towards the thin pyro made him want to butcher the teen until he had nothing left himself. This boy was his life, this boy was what kept him from falling down, what kept him alive. And now this boy was what was killing him, making him fall, he was the one who abandoned him.
But what for?
For a girl.
For that short haired little whore!
He tried being nice to her, he did everything he would have done for Axel if he had been a new comer, but before he knew it she was part of their friendship and taking up their time!
It had gone too far.
“SAY IT!
SAY IT!”
Roxas demanded, his fist continuing to make contact with Axel’s face, easily pushing away his weak arms as they tried to protect him.


The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, making him gag on it. Coughing his blood out he felt tears welling at the edges of his eyes, as he looked up at the once sweet blonde boy he knew. How did that boy turn into someone so enraged and furious?
it’s my fault…
I ruined him
He closed his eyes, letting the tears fall from his once lively emerald green eyes.
He could feel his face bruising, the blood seeping from between the cuts, and the disgustingly familiar taste on his tongue.
But still he refused to fight back; he couldn’t hit Roxas, never.

Roxas stopped his eyes wide and wet with tears as he looked down at his victim, Axel’s blood splattered across his face.
“Say it!”
He begged, tears now flowing from his eyes as he wiped them away with the bloody back of his hand, smearing Axel’s blood across his own face.
“Say it already god damn you!”
He stomped his foot, missing Axel on purpose as he feel to his knees, dropping his face into Axel’s chest as he sobbed into it.

Axel grunted in surprise and discomfort as he felt Roxas’ weight against his chest, pushing air out of his lungs. He lifted his hand onto Roxas’ head, moving it through his blonde curls.
“I love you”
He croaked, his green eyes mixed of emotion.
He face ached, and his back was irksome from the unexpected fall but besides that he was fine.

Roxas lifted his head, suddenly cutting a stop to his sobs as he looked in Axel’s eyes, seeing an utmost truthful look in them.
“You’re a whore you know that?”
He asked the red-head, only getting a grin in reply from Axel’s bloody and bruised face.
Guiltily Roxas leaned in, lightly kissing his best friend on his split lip, the taste of his blood against his tongue.