high_seas | The Classics

[Ironic, that this had all started because Roxas wouldn't talk to him.]

Not really in the mood. Get a few hits in if it'll make you feel better.

[Damn it Lea. Roxas isn't going to take his sword to Lea if Lea's not going to fight back. He swings his blade down into the deck three times, letting out a cry of frustration. Lea's not playing fair. Finally Oblivion vanishes as he slumps to his knees. Roxas is still angry, slamming his fist on the deck instead.]

[Really, Lea had been expecting Roxas to get at least one hit him. To see him fall to his knees like that is a bit of a shock. He's seen him that angry before, but never like this. His arms drop to his sides and he leans back against the rail, afraid to approach and totally at a loss as to what to do for him.]

Roxas, listen...

[Roxas is angry, but he's not going to play dirty, especially against Lea. It's good he doesn't approach, because Roxas would probably punch him instead.

There's a pause before he answered, his words full of bite.]

So what, now you want to talk?

Hey, you wouldn't talk to me, either!

[Not exactly diplomatic, but true. Still not the right answer to Roxas' question, though. As usual.]

[Lea was pushing his every nerve, because they could do that between them. The worst thing about fighting with friends is that you can make it really hurt.]

Yeah, well, you don't want to talk to me about it, I don't know why you're playing the best friend card when you're lying!

[He won't swing a sword at Lea unarmed, he does however raise his hand and shoot a fireball into the railing beside him as a warning.]

[A fireball won't do much to him, but those words...Roxas might as well have stabbed an icicle through his heart.]

You're right. Well, it's your card to take away, kid.

[His voice is weak, defeated. He's not even sure how things got this bad, this fast, but he's pretty sure it's his fault.]

[It's because Fire won't hurt him much that Roxas chose it out of his three spells. He's staring at Lea with hurt, angry eyes.]

I don't want to take it away! I want you to...

[That's it. He can't spit out what he wants to say, he's not sure how to put it. He wants Lea to stop acting like this. Goading him into fights, and trying to be his friend but closing himself off to Roxas. Anything uncomfortable comes along and they argue, because Lea won't talk to him and Roxas is desperately trying to keep Lea happy, but he's tired. He's tired, and he's feeling alone, like he does when Lea shuts himself off and he's not sure how to say any of that.]

Want me to what?

[It's a tiny glimmer of hope and he doesn't let himself hold too tightly to it. There are countless ways to finish that sentence and he has no reason to expect a positive one. Countless ways to finish that sentence and very few that Lea won't do if Roxas asks it of him.]

[When pressed, Roxas lets out another frustrated groan and runs his hand through his hair. Gah!]

I can't...I don't know...just give me a second here!

[It's more of his own problem at this point, isn't it?]

I don't like this. I don't want to fight with you but I hate it when you won't talk to me. It's really annoying!

Sorry.

[He means it, too. Roxas deserves better than what he has to put up with from him.]

It's not my favorite thing either, it's just how I ended up.

[There was so much he'd had to shield Roxas from that it had just become second nature, keeping as much of the ugliness of the world away from him as possible, even if that ugliness was inside Axel himself. Lea himself, now.]

Just...I don't know. I don't know anymore.

[Roxas' fists smooth out against the deck, his palms flat. His energy is leaving him as he calms down and he stares at the deck. Well, Lea wins again, ultimately, he's not willing to push to talk anymore.]

Roxas...

[Lea sighs heavily and pushes off the rail. He's not quite sure where to move to or what to do next, so he ends up awkwardly crouched down next to Roxas, just within arm's reach, but no closer.]

I really am sorry. I mean that. I shouldn't keep things from you, but...

[But he's afraid of what will happen if he doesn't. Before, it was to keep Roxas happy and sane and in one piece, now it's because he doesn't want to ruin this second chance at life for him, except now he's not really succeeding at that, is he?]

You're always keeping things from me. Anything important, you keep it from me.

[He finally meets Lea's eyes. His tone comes out defeated more than anything, and soft, very soft.]

Aren't I your best friend?

[All the barking he does about their friendship, Lea doesn't really say the same.]

Of course you are.

[Lea reaches out, not quite feeling like it would be okay for him to ruffle Roxas' hair and settling for just brushing the tips of it with his fingers instead.]

It's not like I'm keeping anything fun from you. Anything I'm not telling you...you probably don't want to know it.

Yes I do! You don't have to decide stuff like that for me!

[He sighs a bit.]

Like before, I was asking you about me. You know secrets about me, don't you?

About you? I don't think I know anything you haven't figured out by now.

[Sure, he was keeping secrets back then, but if Roxas had been pulled here just before disappearing, then he had to know all of them.]

[Roxas isn't sure about that, it's one of those things that he's beyond hazy on.]

I don't know now. Maybe. I don't really remember.

[He scratches his cheek. They were fighting a minute ago, but he's lost his train of thought.]

[Lea shakes his head and sits down on the deck. Angry switch: off. It's like once the memory goes, everything goes with it.]

You're not mad at me because I'm keeping secrets about you, anyway. If there were secrets about you, you could probably just go ask Sora or Riku about them.

[He probably shouldn't be pushing things, but it's kind of disheartening to see the fire go out of Roxas' eyes that fast.]

I don't know what you're keeping secrets of, but why do you have to keep secrets from me anyway? Even if I can ask Sora and Riku...it's not the same thing.

[Lea can't escape entirely scott-free after all. It isn't the fight he forgets, it's the last fight that he's complaining about now. It's like there's a big hole in his memory from that time.]

[Why does he have to keep secrets from Roxas? Where to even start with that one? There are so many reasons, but first and foremost is that he doesn't want to see the look on Roxas' face when he finds out what sort of person Axel really was.]

I know, I know...Okay, same as always, alright? You think of questions and I'll answer them.

[Hopefully he'll just never think of the right questions.]

[Roxas frowns a little bit and sighs.]

I don't know right now.

[He's not sure when he's more in the mood to be talkative if Lea will answer his questions.]

[Lea flops back on the deck.]

Nothing?! Geez, and here I was trying to think of some good answers for you...

[That's not really true at all, but the disappointment is kind of real.]

[Roxas leans over and pokes at Lea's side a bit.]

Are we done fighting now?

[It's a roundabout way to ask for forgiveness really.]

[Lea swats at his hand.]

I'm not fighting anybody.

[There's not much need to ask forgiveness from someone who was never angry at you to begin with.]

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