The Grass is Dead on This Side

Disclaimer: All I own is my soul, and even that it's up for rent.

Notes: Mostly these are drabbles in first person. None of the chapters will relate, unless said otherwise. (A few will be follow ups.) Review, be nice! ;x

Axel on Roxas

Roxas was cold and distant; he was the text book definition of a nobody.

That guy couldn't feel, and he couldn't even recall how it was to feel. It's no surprise he was oblivious to my advances, not because he's stupid; Roxas was extremely intelligent. He just couldn't understand the concept of friendship or even socializing in general. Roxas wasn't like most nobodies in the organization; he never remembered how it was to have a heart. You can't miss what you never had, you know what I mean?

I thought that for awhile, but then I thought about it. Did I ever truly have Roxas? I don't think I did, but I miss him.

I needed Roxas, I still need Roxas what am I talking about? Roxas reminded me that I could have been less fortunate. I still remember how it is to have a heart, and part of me wanted me to share that with Roxas. If he had memories of his other, maybe he wouldn't have been manipulated like he was. Roxas is one of the biggest paradoxes I've ever encountered. That boy couldn't feel, but he made me constantly recall emotions and feelings I once felt. He was logical, tactical, a lone wolf, the perfect fighter. Yet he was oblivious, gullible, confused, and brash when it came to himself.

Roxas couldn't ever care about anyone, even if he tried with all his might. It's not his fault though; he was just too damn perfect.

Fin