Rating: T

Summary: Roxas is discovered wandering the dark realm by the leader of Org. XIII. -Xemnas had said that nobodies didn't have hearts… didn't have emotions- Roxas is a nobody… So why does he feel? And why does it intensify when he interacts with a certain red-head who loves to play with fire? It's almost like a contradiction… a paradox. Akuroku.

A/N: I honestly don't know where this came from. One random piece of dialogue popped into my head, and a story blossomed around it.

Paradox

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It'd been three weeks since Roxas, now Organization XIII's newest nobody, had been saved by its leader, Xemnas. He had been found combating black shadow-like monsters in the dark realm. The silver haired man had been more than happy when he saw that Roxas was using two… keyblades… as he'd called them, to fight and stepped in just in time to help the blonde before he was overwhelmed…

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"Who are you?" the blonde boy asked apprehensively when a silver-haired man took out all of the black bug-like shadowy monsters that were about to overtake him at once with ease.

"My name is Xemnas," the silver-haired man said. He looked young but old at the same time and was wearing a long black hooded coat.

"What do you want? Why did you help me?" The boy asked, not lowering his guard for one second.

"I saw you aimlessly wandering the dark realm," Xemnas stated, looking around the vast amount of nothing, "and decided that it'd be a great shame if anything were to happen to you," he said, eying Roxas' weapons. "It'd be such a waste, what with your talent in particular, keyblade bearer. Also because you are one of us," he said.

"One of us? Keyblade bearer?" the boy questioned, confusion coming across his face.

"Yes, us. A nobody," he said, capturing the blonde's attention. "Out of pure benevolence, I would like to invite you to join my organization. Our goal is to obtain hearts to become… complete."

"What is a nobody?" the boy questioned, "What… who… am I?" he asked, staring at his weapon as if it were suddenly foreign to him and lowering his shields a little…

Xemnas smiled, "I will tell you, as well as get you out of here and help you control your powers, if you but only join us."

The blonde thought for a moment then nodded in agreement, keyblades vanishing.

Xemnas smirked before turning around, and opening some sort of portal, motioning for the boy to follow. "I think I shall call you…. Roxas, the key of destiny," he said, secretly reveling in the fact that he'd found the keyblade bearer's nobody. He'd been searching long and hard for him.

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"Vexen, get the hell away from me, or I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky, I'll summon a keyblade and shove it so far up your arse you won't be able to walk straight for a month," the angry blonde, Roxas, snapped. He was backed against a wall, and the other man was looking at him lasciviously.

The older nobody had had a gleam in his eye that Roxas hadn't liked one bit ever since the first day they met when Xemnas had introduced him to the Organization. Well, part of the Organization. It seemed that numbers eight, nine, eleven, twelve, and six had exempted themselves from the meeting for some reason or another. The Superior, as Xemnas was called, hadn't seemed happy about it at all, which confused Roxas. What confused him even more, and he found extremely odd, was that he was feeling angry right now, or even the fact that Vexen was looking at him lustfully. In his explanation, Xemnas had said that nobodies didn't have hearts… didn't have emotions. He was finding it hard to believe at the moment.

Vexen took a step toward Roxas, looking smug as the blonde glared at him murderously.

"You wouldn't dare, my number's much lower than yours, meaning I'm far more important," he said, reaching out to touch the spiky haired blonde, "I'm one of the organization's founders as a matter of fact." He froze when a black keyblade appeared in Roxas' right hand.

"Why don't you take another step closer," Roxas said dangerously, "I'd love to prove you wrong."

Vexen motioned to take another step toward the blonde who was just about to attack him but got stopped when what looked like a flying ball of fire hit him with great force and he was flung away. Roxas whipped his head in the direction that it'd come from, wondering who had helped him, but only saw a tall, lanky, hooded person. Another member of the organization, the blonde thought, not really surprised before returning his attention to a stunned Vexen. He'd just finished walking up to him and had raised his keyblade to attack him when a hand grasped his arm tightly, dragging him with him into a portal leading into darkness.

"Let go!" Roxas yelled, struggling against Vexen's attacker as the portal, with Vexen on the other side, began to close. "I wanna teach that prick a lesson he'll never forget!"

Roxas winced as the grip on his arm tightened and glared up at his abductor as the portal fully closed. He could've sworn that he saw a smile tugging at his lips. "Let go dammit!" Roxas yelled in the dark realm, growing impatient when his demands weren't met. "Let go or I'll attack you!" he yelled even louder as another portal opened and he was forced out into a cemetery, only lit by the light of a full moon. Roxas cursed the other nobody loudly as he was forced back against a tombstone, keyblade knocked out of his hand.

He knew that he could try to escape but didn't know where he was, and didn't know if he could summon a pathway through the darkness that would get him back to Castle Oblivion. He still wasn't in full control of his powers.

"Who are you, where are we, and why the hell did you bring me here?" Roxas hissed.

"Calm down, thirteen," A smooth voice came lowly in Roxas' ear, "I just didn't want you to get in trouble, so I prevented you from attacking Vexen," he said.

"Why couldn't you have told me that in the castle!? Why did you bring be out here?!" Roxas nearly yelled. The keyblade on the ground vanished and one appeared in each of Roxas' hands as he began to struggle and try to attack whoever was holding him in place.

"Be quiet," the other said harshly, "I don't want to attract attention."

"You should've thought of a more secluded place then, idiot!" Roxas yelled, immediately screaming for help. The taller nobody knew that he wouldn't be able to hold the struggling shorter boy if he covered his mouth with one hand, so he opted to do something else, since the blonde wouldn't listen. He pulled Roxas closer to himself then slammed him back against the tombstone with so much force that Roxas cried out, becoming dazed. He didn't wait for the blonde to recover, and much to Roxas' surprise, locked their lips together. Roxas struggled even more violently but to no avail, still trying to yell. His captor must've still thought he was still making enough noise to draw attention so he slipped his tongue inside Roxas' mouth. It didn't register to Roxas that that's what had happened until that skilled tongue began to thrust slowly at first, then faster and faster into his mouth, delving in and clashing against Roxas' tongue often. Roxas tried to squirm away, not liking the heat that was building up in his body, but couldn't move at all. The other man's position was too perfect.

He didn't relent until Roxas moaned lightly and his body went lax. The keyblades fell to the ground with a soft thud.

When the taller nobody pulled away, Roxas tried to glare up at him but found that he needed to catch his breath first. "What the hell was that for?" Roxas hissed, trying to look pissed but for some reason, couldn't entirely.

"I had to get you to shut up somehow, didn't want to attract the nightmares," he said in that smooth voice.

"Nightmares?" Roxas asked, "And you didn't have to use your tongue," he snapped, glaring at the smirk he got as a response just before his hands were forced above his head and his face was turned toward the town where werewolves and ghouls were walking the streets freely.

"Yeah, nightmares," the other said, "This is Halloween Town."

"Stop touching me!" the blonde yelled, jerking his head back so he could look at the other nobody who was smirking even more widely.

"Oh, but you know you like it," he said leaning toward the blonde again.

"That's ludicrous!" Roxas whispered fiercely, not wanting to get kissed again to be silenced. He didn't like how he'd reacted to that last kiss. "We are nobodies. We don't have hearts, don't have emotions-"

"Then why are your cheeks still crimson," the other asked, rubbing his thumb along the corner of Roxas' mouth and across his lips, "Why did you moan into my mouth?" His smirk quickly turned into a frown when Roxas opened his mouth more and chomped down on his thumb so hard that he drew blood. He tried to pull away, but Roxas' jaw was clamped shut.

Roxas' glare intensified when the other man laughed. "So, the little kitty cat likes to bite does he?" he asked, not waiting for any sort of response. "Well, so do I," he said, voice hardened. Roxas was sure he was angry. The blonde yelped when he felt the sensation of his wrists being burned and the hand was quickly removed from his face. "That's better," he said, continuing to burn the blonde until Roxas kicked his leg, unbalancing him, making both of them fall. Roxas managed to pull his arms away and summon the keyblades to his hands, crossing them at the other's throat and sinking them into the ground so he was trapped.

Roxas stared at the other nobody as he was pinned to the ground. His hood had fallen away, revealing shocking red spiky hair, gorgeous green eyes, and pale skin that under the moonlight glowed. He was… beautiful. The red-head laughed at Roxas' expression.

"Wh-who are you?" Roxas asked, not realizing he'd bent closer to the red-head.

"I'm number eight of Organization XIII," he said smirking at Roxas before shoving him off and to the side just before a flurry of dancing flames surrounded him and he freed himself, sending the keyblades flying into the air before they vanished into a wisp of shadow. The red-head stood up, dusting off his black coat lightly.

"That doesn't tell me much," Roxas said, summoning his keyblades to protect himself once again.

"Don't you think it's rather rude to demand who I am without telling me who you are first?" the red-head asked, smirking.

"Why would I tell you my name?" The blonde snapped, ocean blue eyes blazing, "Don't you find it impolite to kidnap people?" Roxas asked mockingly.

"We're not people, we're nothing, as you put it," the red-head said gingerly.

"I'm not telling you my name," Roxas stated, taking a fighting stance. His stubbornness was winning out against common sense.

"That's too bad," the red-head said, "because I'm not taking you back until you do."

The blonde half glared, half pouted at the red-head, who had a knowing look on his face. He knew that Roxas couldn't get back by himself.

"Fine," Roxas said after a moment, clutching his keyblades defensively. "Its Roxas, now tell me yours."

The red-head smirked, repeating the blonde's name before telling him his. "Name's Axel," he said, "A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?" he asked, tapping his head.

"Axel, huh?" Roxas said, not moving an inch, "Planning on telling me why you drug me out here?"

"I wanted to meet you," Axel said, "as well as keep you from hurting Vexen so you wouldn't get punished later, even though he deserves it."

"But why drag me all the way out here?" Roxas asked.

"It was a whim," Axel admitted, "I've always liked Halloween Town, I thought you might too." He paused for a moment, looking as if he were thinking. "What do you say?" he asked, "Can we put this skirmish behind us and start over?"

Roxas gave him an odd look, before standing upright and looking around. "I guess," he said, shrugging. He jumped slightly, realizing how close Axel had gotten as he surveyed this world. He scoffed at the red-head. "Just because I said that, don't get the wrong idea and think that I like you."

Axel smirked and got even closer to him, leaning toward the blonde, making him flush slightly as his breath ghosted over Roxas' lips. "Liar," Axel whispered, tracing up the line of the blonde's neck with his lanky fingers. His smirk widened when Roxas' flush deepened a little. He could tell even in the pale moonlight.

"Am not," Roxas said still scoffing slightly. The keyblades had vanished.

"Then why are you letting me touch you?" Axel asked, gripping Roxas' neck. "If you want, we could pick up where we left off," he whispered in the blonde's ear. Roxas immediately punched him in the stomach.

"Take me home, now." He said, sounding angry.

Axel smirked at the blonde, completely uneffected by the punch. Pulling him close as a portal appeared, he said "If you change your mind, feel free to find me," smoothly, nipping one of Roxas' ears.

"Yeah right," Roxas snapped, but not as harshly as before. He was more than a little confused that the red-head was coercing emotion from him. That shouldn't be possible, according to Xemnas.

Axel's smirked as Roxas brushed past him. He definitely liked the new addition to the Organization. He certainly piqued his interest and was cute to boot. Yes, quite the spirit as well, he thought, smiling to himself before following the blonde. But that would just make things more interesting.

He was glad he'd met Roxas tonight; he'd have fun making him his own.

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TBC

A/N: If anybody doesn't know and hasn't taken advantage of google, lasciviously means: showing desire for or unseemly interest in, sex.

And yes; I know Vexen isn't supposed to be around when Roxas joins the Organization, but in my story, none of the organization is killed off.

If you liked it and want me to continue or want to tell me how I did, you could always send me a lovely review to let me know…