Title: Game Over

Summary: You get played, but you only have one life. Sorry. Roxas-Centric.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or anything associated with it.

Author’s Notes: Idea I came up with… I guess after skipping a few months of writing KH, I got a little better at ideas. Inspiration is, believe or not, the song ‘Fscene8’ by The Medic Droid.

“I don’t understand.”

What are you talking about?

“But… I live here.”

Don’t tell me those things.

DiZ spirals around you and you try to hit him, but you miss. Your keyblade goes through him, but he’s just a hologram. He’s not real.

(You’re a coward—so, why are you fighting the truth?)

The digital sounds echo in your ear and you cover them, trying to block the noise out, but you fail, as usual.

(-bzzt- Not real –bzzt-)

You wish you could feel fury right now. You wish you could feel mad for being deceived and for having the truth pushed on you. There are a lot of things you wish for, but you learned not to get your hopes up.

He’s telling you all these things, this armor-covered stranger. What right does he have to barge into your world and steal everything you knew away? He’s so transparent; you know what he wants but you want to fight what the stranger thinks is right.

(I. Ihopeithurts.)

“Who are you?”

You growl.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

DiZ turns around to face you. He gives you a creepy smile and he only tells you one thing before disappearing off to wherever he stays.

“I hope you live life normally.”

How funny. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…

He says that intentionally to get under your skin, and it’s working. Those demons are yelling at you again; they scream into your ears at the worse possible time.

“He’s playing with you.”

“He likes playing with you.”

“Gambling your life is one of his favorite hobbies.”

(Of course, he wants you alive, but that’s a minor detail.)

Then comes an unexpected turn in this game.

Axel tries to be your knight in shining armor, but he and DiZ are now two people aiming for a prize, and you refuse to be used like that.

Blast! Do they think there is more than one of you?

Pointless argument, silly beings.

Yet, does it bother you in the least? No. Rather, on the contrary, you relish the joy of being wanted for all the wrong reasons. You pay no heed when Axel says he would get killed if he doesn’t bring you back or when DiZ says that you are not an existence. It makes you unpleasantly void when you think of these things.

You can only be used so much.

You stand in the middle and you feel as if you’re being tugged in both directions by equally strong men. You’re being torn apart and you scream in anguish; it erupts through the air. Then, instead of time, they freeze. You don’t feel the tugs anymore and the emotionless tears run down your cheeks. Your knees stop supporting you and you drop onto the struggle stage, gasping for breath.

Mmmph, You cry. Mmmph.

You lost your life.

End Notes: Short and sweet. Do not dwell if you do not understand it; I personally don't either. I hate this one. This is what happens when I let my thoughts out on a page. This is horrible.