Author's Notes: Okay, first fic! Yay, huh? I started writing this at school…and decided to finally post it! This story lacks a beta—so I can't really blame anyone on grammatical errors…damn…

Disclaimer: Yeah, if I owned any of the Kingdom Hearts games…it wouldn't be rated E…and Axel wouldn't be dead…and yaoi fangirls would probably faint due to blood loss...via their nose. So, I don't own KH T3T…

Pairing!: This is an AKUROKU fic! This means there WILL be romance between Axel and Roxas…eventually. Don't like? Well forget you…(And I don't want ANYONE complaining that: Eww gross they're two boys. Or Roxas looks better with Namine, cause he's not gay...'cause they just piss me off..okay? Okay.)XP But there may be possible Zemyx…but that's pending at the moment.

Warnings: More than likely, there will be yaoi…but until then, lots of shounen-ai fluff! Besides that, language is all you have to look out for. And that's it.


Anything For You

Prologue—That's not true…


The streets that wound throughout the World that Never Was were sleek and metallic looking with rain. The icy drops fell from the heavens, only to shatter upon impact with the black surface. Puddles were scattered about on the streets, reflecting the neon lights that seemed to be the only illumination in the dark abyss of that world-disregarding the giant heart shaped moon.

A black cloaked figure, its face concealed by the shadow of a hood, walked down the vacant paths. Its hands were buried deep in the cloak pockets, and knee high boots made a tapping sound on the sleek street. A heavy gust blew through the rain, its high pitched wailing adding to the haunting scene. Besides that, it had effectively removed the hood from the figure's head.

Blonde spikes had been slightly flattened by the falling rain, plastering bangs over blue hued eyes. The Key of Destiny. Number XIII. Roxas. Said teen grimaced and stopped, making no attempt to replace the hood; instead he just shook out the rain that had begun to trickle into his eyes. Roxas removed a glove encased hand, finger-combing his spikes back, enabling him to see easier. His blue eyed gaze drifted about lazily, and he nodded once to himself-content at the fact that nobody was following him.

The blonde continued walking, unaware of a shadow that followed him-taking advantage of the low lighting of the streets. Roxas shoved his hands into his pockets once more, turning down side roads and dodging into alleys. He avoided the scarce buildings that Organization members actually took refuge in- whether to drink, or to gamble, or anything else- due to the fact that those buildings actually had lighting, and it would prove to be a challenge to pass them stealthily.

Coming to a dead-end, Roxas halted. He raised a hand, starting to summon a dark portal to another world, when a voice stopped him.

"So your mind's made up."

Roxas muttered a quick 'damn it' as he recognized the voice almost instantly, and slowly turned around. Another cloaked figure- albeit taller and lankier, gazed back at him from under the hood of its cloak.

Roxas frowned lightly, annoyed. "Why did the keyblade choose me? I have to know."

The figure snorted lightly, digging in its pockets for something. A few seconds passed, before the figure withdrew a crumpled sheet of paper. The person straightened the paper to an extent, revealing the faded insignia of Organization XIII, the pointed cross with a part of a heart as its base. Scrawled over the insignia was handwriting, messy and giving the appearance of rushed writing. The figure read the small note aloud, something lacing their tone. Hate? Anger? …Hurt? Roxas wasn't able to ponder that as he listened.

" 'Axel…I'm leaving the Organization. By the time you read this, I'll probably be gone.

--Roxas'. "

The figure spoke in a tone laced with melancholy. "You didn't expect the meeting to end so early, did you?" It asked, crossing their arms over their chest.

Lightning illuminated the dark and dismal alley the two stood in, if only for a moment. A neon sign across the street flickered as the light dissipated, followed by the customary drum of thunder. A silence stretched between the two Organization members, only broken by more thunder rolling in the sky.

Finally, the figure removed the hood, revealing vibrant red hair that spiked back, defying gravity until the rain flattened it. Emerald green eyes locked with Roxas' own blues, ghosts of actual emotions clouding the green orbs. Axel broke eye contact with his friend, taking sudden interest in the toes of his boots, which stuck out under the hem of his Organization uniform. The tattoos that resembled upside-down teardrops were illuminated slightly in the scarce light, standing out against the redhead's pale skin.

After a deafening silence passed, Axel forced himself to lookup, only to inwardly wince as fury blazed in the sky hued orbs.

Even if Nobodies lacked hearts, and therefore emotions-the ghosts of past emotions sufficed just fine.

"Look, Axel, why the hell did you follow me?" Roxas forced himself not to yell at the redhead.

Axel's hurt gaze locked with Roxas' annoyed one, the way a kicked puppy looks at the person that caused it such pain. But, as quickly as he locked gazes, Axel closed his eyes, turning slowly towards the wall of the alley. Resting his weight against it, a foot braced against the weathered brick, Axel crossed his arms over his chest and murmured, "You don't have to go…"

Roxas' temper flared, and he spat out his retort. "Then why should I stay, Axel?! So I can continue being that monster Xemnas' lapdog?! To be teased for being the smallest and the youngest?! Why, Axel!? Why?!"

The blonde took small pleasure in the others wince, before he started to turn away. But he wouldn't get away that easily, not without Axel yelling at him. They just had to be even.

"You can't turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!" Axel's voice was demanding yet pleading, and his green eyes reflected his worry for the blonde's safety, even though he knew Roxas couldn't see.

The blonde had begun to walk off, but he stopped at the redhead's retort. He grimaced, turning his head over his shoulder just enough to see his friend, and replied, "Nobody would miss me." Before he turned to look straight again, he saw Axel stare at him in a non-believing way, jaw slightly agape. The stare turned to a glare, and embers licked the Flurry of Dancing Flame's closed fists.

A metallic shing sounded as Roxas summoned Oblivion, just to be on the safe side. He kept the dark keyblade lowered, a death grip causing the leather of his gloves to squeak. The blonde continued with his interrupted process of summoning a portal, but strained his ears to hear the whispered words from Axel.

"That's not true…I would."

And as the blonde disappeared into the swirling abyss of darkness, a single tear escaped the emerald eyes of Axel, blending with the rain that had effectively flattened his fiery locks, making the wet hair fall to his shoulders. Another tear followed the first, leaving a warm trail down Axel's cheek, before Axel walked slowly back to the castle…


Roxas, who by now was surrounded by darkness and silence, stared ahead with haunted eyes. He hated talking to Axel like that, hated that he was leaving what friends he had… A soft, small sob escaped his throat, which he choked on in an attempt to muffle. If I wanted to leave, why am I so… he couldn't think of an emotion he would be feeling had he a heart. Sadness? Distress?

A sharp pang in the left side of his chest, the side lacking a heart, finally made him realize it.

Heartbreak.

He shouldn't have felt heartbroken, so why did he? So he left his best friend…wait. Roxas sighed, letting it dawn on him. He saw Axel as more than a friend, he probably always had. Best friends didn't sleep in each others rooms on the couch, clinging to each other tightly during a bad storm. And best friends especially didn't fall asleep in a tight embrace, two halves of a whole. At least, Roxas didn't think they did…

Roxas looked down, and the solitary tear that escaped his sapphire eyes made a momentary spot of light appear on the swirling floor below him. And that tear was shed for everything. Shed for himself, for the life and friends he was leaving behind…

And for Axel…


So, as both ventured farther away from each other; one to an unknown world, one to the only place he knew as home, the same sentence repeated as a mantra in their minds…

'That's not true…I would'

And so it begins.

Authors note: So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? I know that scene went nothing like that, but I only followed it to an extent… And for the last bits, if you listen to either Sadness and Sorrow by Toshiro Masuda, or The Other Promise from Kingdom Hearts: Final Mix+, it kinda adds to it, y'know? So, R&R!!!!

---Axarsh