Musebox

[heartismyown]

 I need to practice with Roxas! Please drop me a line.


Roxas finished smashing the computer, the one that ruined his life. He swung around angrily and stalked off into an unknown room where he found Sora, fast asleep.

DiZ appeared before him. His eyes narrowed, his hand clenched tightly around the keyblade as he swung it back and forth wildly, attempting to attack him. He was familiar. He was the one who did this to him. It was all about that Sora!

"My heart is my own!" Roxas cried, spinning around. Everything has gone white.

When Roxas awakened, he found himself face to face with....

Comments

[by_heart]

Hmm. [It's a noncommittal sort of hum.] Could've been better. Need more practice, so tell me what you were reading about.

[He's sort of pressed him like this before to no avail. Roxas will apparently share any detail he likes with whoever asks except Lea, it seems.]

[heartismyown]

[Roxas knew Lea had some sort of problem with it.]

I can do better!

[by_heart]

[Yup. Still no answer.]

Yeah, me too. Didn't want to push you, so I probably held back too much.

[heartismyown]

[Well the criticism was distracting Lea. :|]

Why would you be pushing me? I said you could. I love you.

[by_heart]

You love a great big perv, sweetheart. You barely understood what I was doing as it was.

[That's how he feels about it, anyway.]

[heartismyown]

[Roxas shrugs.]

Well I get it now. I'm not really worried about that Lea, if I didn't want to, I would say so.

[by_heart]

[It would make him feel better if Roxas ever worried about ANYTHING he did.]

I know, but I don't want things to get to that point.

[heartismyown]

[Roxas tilts his head.]

What do you mean? If I didn't want to do something, I could say so. It's not like...it's not like I would stop loving you if I did.

[by_heart]

[Everything is always so simple for Roxas and Lea knows he has a tendency to overcomplicate things, but it's hard to figure out where the middle ground actually is, especially when it comes to things like this.]

I just feel weird about it is all.

[heartismyown]

[His brow furrows.]

Why?

[by_heart]

[Lea grumbles. He really doesn't want to formulate an answer to this, let alone share it.]

It's like...if you don't read about it in that book or I don't do something, you don't seem to even think about it. When I was your age...well, not your actual age, but...you know...

[heartismyown]

[Roxas looks down a bit. He's not sure how to defend that, because for the most part, it's true. He's not sure why that makes Lea uncomfortable, but he supposes it does.

He sighs and slinks out from under Lea, sitting up on the edge of the bed.]

I understand, Lea.

[At least, he thinks he does.]

[by_heart]

Pretty sure you don't. Get back here.

[Lea grabs the hem of Roxas' shirt and tugs.]

What's going on in that head of yours now?

[heartismyown]

[Roxas is mildly annoyed, but he'll let Lea tug him back so can't go anywhere.]

I think I do. This bothers you. You want me to think about stuff like that.

[by_heart]

[Well, he can't deny that, but...]

Yeah, I do, but that doesn't mean I'm mad at you or anything. Why the cold shoulder?

[heartismyown]

It's not like that. It's just...I don't know. You'd rather I was like that and I'm not.

[Roxas can dance around a subject too.]

[by_heart]

Not at all, huh.

[Lea looks a little hurt, even though it's the last face he wants to show Roxas right now. He's never been good at hiding his feelings.]

[heartismyown]

A little, but not a lot.

[He disentangles Lea's fingers slowly.]

It's okay. I know my head's broken. Broken a lot.

[by_heart]

That's not...

[Lea just lets go. If that's what he wants, then...]

Is that why? I mean, I know you haven't grown up normally and you're still trying to piece things together, but...

[He shifts uncomfortably, looking over at the hand Roxas apparently doesn't want on him.]

Maybe you're just not...

[He winces and doesn't finish the sentence.]

[heartismyown]

[He's looking at the ground, it's very interesting at the moment.]

Not what, Lea?

[by_heart]

[It's a good thing Roxas isn't looking at him because he wouldn't be able to grit this one out otherwise.]

Attracted to me, I guess.

[Because he feels like an ass for even saying it.]

[heartismyown]

[He should feel like an ass, that was a pretty low blow. Roxas stood up. Wasn't he there? Didn't he see that he was?

There isn't much that makes Roxas cry, because like the rest of him, his mind has help stunt his emotions, but this is one of those things. He brings his hand up to his cheek to wipe the moisture off of it. His voice is soft, but unsteady.]

Maybe I can't be what you want. I'm not really good enough. I know...I know that. I've never lied to you, Lea.

[He walks out of the room.]

[by_heart]

Roxas, hey!

[Lea launches himself off the bed. Him and his big mouth, always saying stupid crap like that. This is why he's held back so much, because every time he pushes a little farther, he screws everything up again.

Catching up with Roxas is no problem, it's trying to figure out how to keep him there that Lea isn't sure of. If he grabs him, he's just going to get angry and push him away, he knows that, so instead he just stands awkwardly within arm's reach and stares fixedly at the floor. He can't bear to look at Roxas when he's crying.]

I told you already, didn't I? That you're too good for me? You know what a mess I am and you don't care and that's all I need from you. Dammit, this is why I never wanted us to do this. You being my best friend is more important than any of that.

[heartismyown]

[Roxas presses his palms to his eyes and sniffles a bit. Why it hurts so much, he doesn't really understand.]

But I'm not. I'm not doing anything right! The longer I'm around, the more I'm realizing how stupid I am. And I can't...I don't know what I'm doing and it's making you upset. If I could just get better somehow then it would work!

[by_heart]

[Lea pulls him close and holds him tightly to his chest, stroking his hair gently. If Roxas wants to push him away, he can go ahead.]

First of all, me getting my ego bruised a bit isn't the end of the world. A couple of awkward handjobs aren't the end of the end of the world. You're not broken, okay? You're not, so stop saying that.