Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned in this story, they are the property of Square Enix/Disney

AU: I got bored one day, as most of my fanfictions have come about of being out of boredom, but this one was based off a really awesome short AkuRoku doujin I found on Deviantart. The fanart of which this story was inspired by are under the ownership of the Deviant: Akuhen. This story is also posted up on Deviantart at my page: www.rizafan203. in the Artist Description you can read back to page of each comic page that this based from.

Thank you for reading this not and if you have time, please check out the doujin that this is based off of.

Chapter 1-The Descent

I thought…I could escape, escape it all, escape them, escape that person I know I am not…that person, he expects me to be. It was only a fling, a passing glance, something, ill fated, a joke, an inside joke. But…he took it as something more; he took it to be true, fated that we were meant to be as one. Why couldn't he understand, we have no hearts, how can you feel something that doesn't exist, if there isn't that one small element. How can he feel, if we don't have…it? A heart, that is what he along with all those other fools longed for, but it's a lie, a big gaping lie. A hole in our lives, that is as big as the void where our non existent hearts would lie. I tried to leave, he tried to stop me, but, I struck him with my words, they cut deeper then any wound I could leave upon his perfect being with my blades of keys. He never gave in, never surrendered to those words. Now…I've fallen from grace, fallen back to this darkness, a darkened world of nothing, with him…staring at me. Tracing my every self with his glass eyes; those emerald green stones that have always managed to melt me into his hands. Hands that have held me in those slender arms, but now, those hands, those caressing, soft, gentle, hands, have bound me to this place.

Axel…why can't I see you, and why…beyond all comprehension, can't I speak? It's as if you've taken my very words, and sight. Its torture, please, tell me, why must I be blinded, as well, as muted to you?

The lanky figured watched from his standing position as he watched the short, blonde teen softly struggle against the prison he was shackled to. The man's soft face was twisted into a diabolic smirk, this same smile, passing glance, and posture had been the one thing, that would set this boy on edge. Set him into a position of questioning what this man was thinking. The red mane upon his cranium swayed as he softly stepped towards the teen, his swagger was as if he was drunk, but he wasn't, if anything, he was drunk off the passionate sight that his one desire was back.

"Well, well…welcome back…Number XIII, or is it, Roxas now?" the voice spoke softly as he seemed to lean slightly to the right and the left as he moved towards the figure in the torturous chair.

"Mngh…mmnh…" the chair's prisoner's voice was muffled by the barred gag in his mouth; his eyes were blinded to the figure standing a few feet away from him.

The lanky figure stood in awe at the sight before him; the teen had tried to struggle against the imprisoning chair and now, his brow and face was covered in the sweat of his struggling. This only seemed to entice and intrigue the figure's desires to continue to watch the exhausted teen hunched over in the chair; his voice barred from cursing him for dragging him back to the Organization, his eyes blinded from identifying the one his hatred would be spoken against.

"You never figured this would happen…did you, Roxas?" the figure seemed to slowly move forward; his every step was slow, harsh, and cruel to the ears, not being able to see where he was, or what he would do, was even more torturous then this chair.

Roxas wanted to respond, he wanted nothing more then to summon some unknown and unseen strength, rip away these restraints of his body and maul this person, this man who had dared to rip him from a life he was hoping to live out, away from the Organization. He wanted to make this person, suffer, for destroying any hopes he had of living a life where the lies of not owning a heart, were nothing; that they were a fleeting dream of a mad man who sought to keep the Organization's members in line.

This is Hell…isn't it…it's not Heaven, or Limbo…I am nowhere in between this Hell allotted me in the time I had to struggle through these horde restraints, my jaw…became sore, halfway through my struggle. My wrists, they have been rubbed raw from these metal shackles upon my wrists; I can barely feel them, they are numb, there is no feelings in these nimble fingers of mine. Damn you…damn this lust you have still for me…I told you…we can't be this way…we don't have hearts…you can't truly be feeling anything for me.

Axel…let me go…release me from this Hell, where you, are its Satan, its Devil…and I…I am the unfortunate soul, allotted to suffer the torture allotted by its owner. Will you not let me go? Stop this pain in the void of my chest…release me…Please.

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