'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap Negates the pains I went through to avoid you. And every little pat on the shoulder for attention Fails to mention I still hate you. Lyrics from Chicago is so Two Years Ago by Fall Out Boy
"I'm SO FLATTERED." Axel screamed, flames blazing up around them. "But you're too late!" Roxas made a face, but summoned not one, but two keyblades. Axel looked at him and muttered under his breath, but summoned his own weapons.
He didn't want to. He didn't want to fight the blond. He wanted to tell him how he felt... how... but... Roxas had left them and, worse than all of that, he'd gone and forgotten the redhead. After all the times he promised to never forget.
I hate him. I hate him... was Axel's personal mantra right now, because he knew that if he didn't tell himself this, he'd... he'd be too easy on the kid.
But he didn't hate him. And he knew it.
Roxas lunged at him, keyblades drawn, Axel parried. He disappeared into the flames and shot his chakrams towards the boy, but missed on purpose. He couldn't... bring himself to...
"Ha ha!" he laughed hollowly, zipping by with fire licking at his heels to block the boy off. Roxas tried to hit him again, and Axel let him.
I deserve this... he told himself.
The fight went on and aside from being easy on Roxas, Axel was letting himself get beaten more out of guilt. He felt like it was his only penance for trying to... pretend to hate him. Lying to himself and to the blond... it was a steep price, but the only way to make himself feel less like the wretch he was.
The flames died down when Axel couldn't keep them going anymore. His breathing was harsh and labored. He looked up at Roxas and smiled weakly.
"Axel..."
"Let's meet again, in the next life." he said, meeting his eyes.
"Yeah, I'll be waiting." Roxas said with that naivety that Axel so loved in him at times like these. He began to disappear, darkness billowing around him, and spoke one last thing.