Prompt #4: Dark

Title: Closure

Characters/Pairings: Roxas/Sora

Summary: The dark hides many things within its cold embrace. Roxas simply wants closure.

Sora hated the dark. Not so much the fact that there wasn't any light, but because he didn't know what was there. Unfortunately for him, he was in the dark. And something else, something that he couldn't see, was out there. He heard the breathing, soft and just barely there, almost as if teasing him. Sora's own breathing was harsh with fear, his heart pounding and his head repeating the same thing like a broken record, 'Get out!'. But no matter what his head was telling him, his feet would not move. Fear had paralyzed him.

Silently, he cursed Kairi. She was the one that asked him to go the secret spot so late, when she knew that he was terrified of that place after the sun had set. 'I have a feeling!' she had argued, and like the dutiful idiot that he was Sora went out. The many times he had gone before, Riku was with him and the moon was out. That night there was no Riku, and there was no moon, and Sora's flashlight had stopped working. Why was this screaming 'cheesy horror movie'? A feeling of foreboding settled in his gut and the keyblade master, the one who had fought the darkness many times over and won, felt his hands trembling.

"Sora…" He jumped when he heard his name being whispered, his heart beating erratically. The brunette spun around to see who it was only to collide with something. He yelped and tried to step away, but two thin arms had wrapped securely around his waist.

"Wha…what?" Sora stuttered, panicking as he tried to pry the arms away. There was soft laughter, familiar laughter, and a light kiss was placed upon his neck. Sora drew in a quick breath, eyes wide and his whole body quaking. He knew who this was; he knew this feeling inside himself. It wasn't a sense of foreboding but one of familiarity. However he could not bring himself to relax, and his fingers tightened on the hands that were clasped over his stomach.

"Roxas?" There was more laughter, though it was quieter than before. It echoed in the cave, a lonely and melancholic sound that caused Sora to shudder.

"Got it in one. What are you doing here alone, Sora?" Roxas didn't give him time to answer before pressing his lips to the other boy's. Sora made a sound of protest, but it was lost against his other half's lips. The brunette felt his head spinning and was certain that if Roxas wasn't holding him, he would have fallen to his knees from pure shock. What was going on? Why was his Nobody doing this, kissing him like that? It wasn't right. They were one person, they were one heart, they were…Sora felt his heart ache when he saw the anguish in Roxas' eyes as the blond pulled away.

Sora was like a drug for Roxas. Kissing him made his mind go numb and it was the only time that truly felt at peace, free from the turmoil that raged inside his own thoughts. The only thing that he absolutely needed was Sora. His Other. Contrary to what Sora believed, they were two very different people. Why did they have to share one heart? Why did they have to share one body? It wasn't fair. There was so much that Roxas wanted to do, and those things would never be done. He wanted to hate him. He wanted to push Sora against the cave wall and strangle the life out of him. But in the time that he had been inside of Sora's heart he had seen the things the other had suffered, and learned about him in a way that no one else could. It was amazing, to see someone from the inside. And despite himself, Roxas found himself falling hard and fast. It was terrifying and exhilirating at the same time. He'd had plenty of time to accept it. But would Sora?

"I love you." The words were rushed and Sora almost didn't catch them but he did, and he fell frightfully still. Roxas tightened his hold on the other boy, trying to contain his apprehensiveness. "You...hate me." Roxas said after a moment of silence, sounding mournful. Sora finally broke out of his stupor and shook his head at Roxas' words. He buried his face into the Nobody's neck, breathing in deeply. He wasn't surprised to find that Roxas had no scent.

"I don't hate you." He said firmly, his voice muffled. The blond gave a shuddery sigh. Those were the words he had wanted to hear. Knowing that his time was soon going to be up, Roxas kissed Sora again, desperate to convey his feelings in what short time he had. This time, Sora kissed awkwardly back. He was still unsure but he knew what the other needed in order to feel at peace. Roxas' body became less and less distinct, and soon he was just barely there. His arms were a light pressure around Sora's waist that felt more like wind than flesh.

"At least we won't ever be apart. You won't need to worry about being alone." Roxas managed to whisper, his voice trembling. Sora jolted, surprised that Roxas had addressed his worst fear. Roxas only smiled in response. Just as Sora reached out to give him a final embrace, Roxas flickered out of the air. It was silent except for the faint crashing of waves on the beach beyond the cave.

Sitting down on the ground, Sora tried to understand what had just happened. Roxas knew of his darkest fear and had promised that he would not be alone. The darkness was no longer terrifying to him. He knew what was there, now. And somewhere in that darkness, Roxas was waiting for the next time he could reach out to him. Sora smiled and left the dark, embracing the strands of dawn that colored his skin with morning.