Author's Note: Third person narrative featuring the lovely Axel. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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A lone figure stood overlooking a dead city, the bottom of the his coat flapping in the wind. A heavy rainfall was coating the city blurring his vision, making the fake neon lights take on completely different forms. Letting his arms fall loosely at his sides, he raised his face to the sky and closed his eyes.

The rain was his only friend now; the others were gone. Roxas was now apart of Sora. Demyx had given it his all, but he really wasn't a very good fighter. It came as no surprise that the keyblade master had defeated him. And he himself had seen to the end of the only other member that he could possibly claim to be his friend.

He had nowhere to run. The keyblade master would be here soon and he would take this city down with him. But really, good riddance. This fake city had no right to be, just like they didn't have the right. They weren't supposed to exist and once they were destroyed, no one would even remember them anyway. No use in mourning.

No use.

Somehow those two words laid heavy where his heart should have been pumping, sending emotions coursing through his veins. His chest felt tight, as if the Superior had a choke hold on his heart and was squeezing the life out of it. He didn't feel empty or devoid of emotions. In place of the emptiness, were a million things his brain refused to comprehend. Thoughts and feelings that shouldn't have been there.

And of all those things, one stood out clear. It was his turn to fight. It was his time to prove himself, even if there was no one left to prove it to. It was time to show his friends that he was loyal, even if they couldn't see it. Roxas and Demyx and Larxene would never see him fighting to keep their memories alive. They would never be able to see the determination that shown brilliantly in his green eyes. But that didn't matter now, what mattered was that he knew what he had to do.

Clenching his fists at his sides, he screamed to the sky and the dead city and Kingdom Hearts that he knew what to do. He knew who and what to fight for. And as he disappeared into the darkness, the rain stopped.