Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kingdom Hearts. Not even Axel and Roxas. .
Another dull day in Castle Oblivion. Another meeting about the plans Xemnas had, yet another day hanging around the people he hated, and possibly another day spent on a mission assigned by the Superior. With the people he hated most.
Roxas was sick of it; every day the same as the next, every day as dark and damp as the last one. It was always raining outside of the castle.
Roxas was the thirteenth member of Organization XIII, an organization out to find out the secrets about the heart, and also out to find hearts of their own. He couldn't remember almost anything before Xemnas had found him, and gave him his new name, originally, it had been Sora. He was Sora's Nobody. But... where was Sora?
'A new you.' He had said.
It was rather creepy when he'd said those words. He didn't really understand them, but it didn't matter now. He had his life, he had his name. He didn't have a heart, but he didn't care. He didn't need one anyways.
The day Xemnas had gave him his new name, he had been introduced to the whole gang of them. Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, Saix, Axel, Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene. A long list of people, in order from number two to twelve (he was the thirteenth member and he'd already met Xemnas, number one) and he liked not a one of them, except for one.
Demyx was one of the nicer ones. A mowhawk-haired boy, with a cheerful personality. A little childish, but Roxas took a liking to him. Eventually. Originally, he hadn't liked him. But he grew used to his company and began to like his accent and the jokes he cracked. Occasionally, he would smile faintly at the jokes.
All the rest were total jerks. Xigbar didn't care about anyone, and neither did Xaldin. Vexen kept complaining about respet from the younger ones, Lexaeus kind of scared him with his weapon (he didn't want to become a sandwich if that thing smashed into him by accident), and Zexion never said much, and what he did say was sarcastic remarks or he was thinking deeply. Saix was one of the more loyal ones to the Superior, Luxord was a gambler, Marluxia was a girlish man with the rose petals and pink hair, and Larxene, to make it short, looked like a bug, with those two atennas sticking up from her head. Like feelers... Roxas shuddered at the very thought.
And Axel. He wasn't that bad, he and Roxas had gone to the Clock Tower on the very day the boy had gotten his new name. The pyro had gained a quick friendship from Roxas; he didn't know how the redhead had done it, but he did. Maybe he had just made a good first impression. Maybe Roxas was wondering about the strange tatoos under his eyes. Maybe it was the weird red spikes that stuck out. Maybe it was the intense, piercing green eyes. Whatever it was, Roxas liked him.
Of course, he wouldn't ever admit who he did and who he didn't like. He would hate to cause an argument because he didn't like more than half the members. It would unfair if he was kicked out because he caused an argument amongst them all, because he had made only two friends amongst twelve people. It was kind of sad that ten of the people in the Organization weren't appealing to Roxas. Then again, it was their own fault they were complete pricks.
"Roxas, hello? Hello, earth to Rox!"
He blinked, snapping out of his trance. Looking up, he saw the Melodious Nocturne, looking concerned for him.
"You okay? You were out of it for quite awhile there. The meeting's over."
"Really? I wasn't aware."
"Obviously, or you'd be gone by now. Usually you're the first one out!"
"Apparently I'm one of the last this time." Roxas mentioned, and teleported out of his seat. He wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone right now. He just wanted to be alone. He didn't care if something important was mentioned in the meeting, he could always ask his two friends about it later.
His room. At least it was less white than the rest of the place. He put green curtains up on the windows and closed it to keep the lightning flashes out of his room, and he had painted his room a dark shade of blue. He hated the white colors, he was always looking forward to going back to his own room. It was darker, less blinding. He placed a royal blue carpet near his bed, so when he woke up he wouldn't have to feel the cold floor on his bare feet.
He walked over to his bed and sprawled his body over it, putting his arms over his eyes. He let out a sigh.
"Sorry, Axel. He left before I could tell him." Demyx said to the redhead. His legs crossed on Axel's red carpet, he looked ashamed.
"It's fine. I've noticed he's been depressed today. I wonder what's on his mind?" Axel said folding his arms. He looked rather distant.
Really, what was bothering him? He hadn't payed attention in the meeting today, which is what he usually did, but when the meeting was dismissed, Roxas was one of the last to leave. That wasn't like him. Usually, he'd be out of there as fast as an arrow. He hated those meetings.
"Er, Axel?"
"Yes?"
"Remember, he's Sora's Nobody. Something about that may have to do with this."
"Maybe." He looked at his door, almost wishing the boy to walk through the door right now and tell him that it was time for the mission. But it wasn't until tomorrow, at noon. But how could one tell that it was noon, when it was always dark outside? Nobodies knew. They always knew.
"But that big heartless... it needs to be taken out? That's what Xemnas said, but I don't understand why. I mean, couldn't we just send it to the Heartless Pit?"
"Orders are orders, Dem. We've gotta follow them."
"But with me, you, and Roxas, somebody's bound to get hurt. He looks threatening, by what Xemnas showed us through the dark portal in the middle of the room."
"Don't worry. Roxas is strong, he won't get hurt."
"Still." Demyx pouted cutely. "I haven't been getting much practice in my Sitar lately, and my fighting skills aren't sharpened."
"If you dump me with water again while we're fighting I'll strangle you. It stops my attacks." He said, frowning.
"It's not my fault! I lost control!"
He sighed, unfolding his arms. Sometimes Demyx was hard to reason with. Then again, Axle was hard to negotiate with also. So who was he to talk? "I'm going to talk to Roxas."
"What about me?"
"Try not to get into trouble while I'm gone." He remarked sarcastically, smirking.
"Hey!"
He waved, and stepped into a portal. Maybe if he told Roxas about their mission, he'd perk up a bit. Just maybe.
So Sora could be anywhere. It really didn't matter where Sora was, Roxas had his own life here in Castle Oblivion, and Xemnas couldn't tell him that he belonged with the keyblade wielder. He didn't think he would anyways. Having a person that could use keyblades would benefit the Organization greatly.
Still, he was wondering why he had the keyblade, and not anyone else. Why did the keyblade choose Sora? Why was he that special? Was Roxas just as special because he was half of Sora? He really didn't know. But the questions were starting to bear on his mind, and he wanted to know.
"Hey, going back to sleep?" A familiar voice said to him. He let out a groan.
"What do you want, Axel? I was trying to avoid people today."
"Oh, so I'm not welcome?" He sounded rather upset at the possible fact the Roxas just did not like him today.
"I never said that."
"I just wanted to tell you something, and I'll be out of your way."
Roxas said nothing, only listened. He didn't want to, but it was the only way to be alone, to think about what he needed to. He shifted his position, sitting up and hugging his legs close to him. He laid his head on his knees, his eyes closed.
"Xemnas assigned me, you, and Demyx a mission."
"If it's not about Sora then I'm not interested."
"Actually, it's not. But um..."
"What is it?"
"A runaway Heartless. It escaped from the Heartless Pit, and we were assigned to wipe it out. It's a strong one, so it might be hard to kill. Which is why he assigned all three of us to do it. He doesn't want to assign just one and have him killed because he got caught and no one was there to help him."
"Hmmm. I might actually do this one with enthusiasm."
"Really?"
"Maybe. Depending on how strong the Heartless is." He opened his eyes, looking straight into the intense green eyes of his best friend. They were so intense that no one has ever been able to look straight into them without cringing. But Roxas made not even a flinch. He was one of a kind to be able to do that.
"So you're okay then?"
"Yeah."
"That's good to hear." He held out his hand to Roxas for the shake they had made up. The 'Roxel' shake, they called it. They only did it with each other, and no one else. It was one thing that made the blond glad he was in Organization XIII. Roxas gladly returned the shake, smiling faintly.
His eyes lit up for one brief second.
Artist's Comment: So I left it at that, save some for tomorrow, I guess? 8D -hides from the anger of readers-
So yeah, review and I'll post another chapter faster!