The Comfort of Your Heart (Zemyx One Shots)

The Comfort of a Game

A/N: This is a very short one that I came up with when my friend and I were playing pool one night. The balls on our table are red and yellow, not spots and stripes. This is not a Zemyx one shot but I had no where else to put it so xD It's not very good and it's mostly convocation but the explanation that Marly gave was one I gave myself. It got to my heart about how true it was. So, this is a MarVex and Post!AkuRoku fic because I couldn't fit Zex or Demy in anywhere.

Also, suicide. That happens. In the fic below.

Please enjoy the feels and I'm sorry for the bad description. I will edit it one day.

- Teddy

"I'm red." Vexen declared as a red ball fell into a pocket on the pool table.

"Then I'm yellow." Marluxia nodded, getting ready to take his shot.

He hit it and the white ball hit the group separating the different coloured balls.

"This reminds me of Axel and Roxas." The pinkette mused, walking around the table.

"How come?" The blonde asked, picking up his pool stick again, "It's been two years."

"I know but... Think about it. The game of pool we're playing has yellow balls and red balls. Let's say that red is Axe and yellow is Rox."

"Right." Vexen drawled, waiting for Marluxia to take his turn.

"At the beginning, the balls were mixed but then the white ball separated them." The pinkette gestured to the rest of the table, "And eventually Axel fell into a pocket."

Vexen sniggered behind his hand, receiving a glare from his boyfriend.

"The white ball would then represent..."

"Xemnas. Axel's boss." The blonde filled in.

"Right." Marluxia took another shot, hitting a yellow ball into the pocket.

"So then Mansex takes it upon himself to split the two up."

"And Xion is there." The pinkette nodded towards the black '8' ball, "And eventually there are only four balls left." Causing Vexen to yell at him, Marluxia pushed the rest of the balls into the pockets with his hands.

"Axel, Roxas, Xion and Xemnas. Great." The scientist rolled his eyes, "Now what?"

"Well, it depends on the first one to be pushed over the edge. Xemnas could hit Axel in, or Roxas in. But he can't touch Xion until the game is over."

"But what is he does this." Vexen carefully hit the yellow ball so it then hit the red ball and fell in, "He could use Roxas to hurt Axel."

"Then he would be open to hurt Xion as well..." Marluxia trailed, "If he were playing in your position."

"But he isn't. He's the ball. So that means that someone else is pushing him around."

"Maybe..."

"But he could also use Axel to hurt Roxas."

"No. Axel wouldn't play along." Marluxia shook his head, hitting the yellow ball into a pocket.

"Do you want to get another drink?"

"Sure."

The couple left the pool table with only two balls left; the white ball and the '8' ball.

XxXxx

The next week, Roxas came home from his tour over the world. He spoke to Axel for the first time in  two years after they broke up. The two had a major argument, and, that night, Axel hung himself in his closet. Roxas followed soon after once he realised what he'd done, the same way, the same room.

XxXxx

A dark figure walked up to the abandoned pool table. He reached for a stick and hit the '8' ball in with one hit. With a laugh, he walked away.