Drabble I wrote dealing with what everyone wants. Because everyone always wants something or anything that they can't have.

Disclaimer: Don't own

Roxas walked down the hallway to his room, thoughts racing mechanically as his boots clicked against the tiled floor. His steps echoed with observation as he traced small heart shapes over his chest. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to organize his question that he was going to ask.

He watched his friend walk down the hallway towards him, coming out of a dark portal from a mission. His fiery red locks bounced with each step that he took.

With chakrams still in hand he stretched each to arms length and let them disappear with a swirl of darkness and fire. The redhead glanced up to meet the bright blue eyes of another that he was familiar with.

"Hey Rox, what're you doin' up so late?"

The blonde glanced down at his hands as he came to a stop in front of Number VIII, picking at a hang nail he looked up into poisonous green, "I wanted to ask you something."

Axel lifted and eyebrow with interest, "Ok, what is it?"

"Well, you are the only one I trust in this god-forsaken castle and I was just thinking about hearts."

"No offense Rox, but I think everyone thinks of hearts everyday in this place." The pyro scratched his head all the while lifting an eyebrow at the small blonde.

"Well no, the thing is…why is Xemnas so set on getting hearts for us if we aren't even supposed to exist?" He played with his hood tassels gently, then glanced down at the ground again quickly saying what was on his mind.

"It's just, he's after something he can't have." He looked up at Axel again only to be met with a forlorn expression on the redhead's face. Frown deepening he answered thoughtfully, "Yeah," he whispered to were the small blonde had to strain to hear him, "I personally think that we have hearts, with all of the emotion fluttering about in our stomachs." He laughed harshly which caught Roxas off guard, why was the redhead acting so strange now.

"It's just," he raked a gloved hand through Roxas's golden locks and pulled gently, leaning his face close to the younger nobody, "He's not the only one after something he can't have."

The pyro brushed a gloved hand through golden locks once more, then gently let go and kept walking down the hallway.

Leaving a flustered blonde in dimly lit hysteria.