Title: Making Music

Author: Chimera Dragon

Warnings: slight AU, Roxas torture, later lemons

Chapter 1

"Great some new dude comes in and now he's the popular guy?" Demyx complained to Axel having heard from the red-haired man that they would now be called Organization XIII.

"That would be the sum of it," Axel replied, playing this his fire-wheels. "Though I heard he wields a Keyblade."

"No way!" Demyx replied surprised.

"Yeah, that's what I heard from Vexen's mutterings," Axel replied.

"We gotta meet this dude!" Demyx said.

"Yeah, but I heard he's really anti-social," Axel replied.

"So?"

"I see, you're on the same train of thought as me," Axel said with a smirk. The two went off in search of the newest member of their group. They soon found the blonde haired male sitting on the rooftop of the Castle that Never Was staring out at the town. He turned to look at them for a moment before turning back to stare at the town.

"Hey, that dude's just a kid!" Demyx whispered to Axel.

"I noticed, but that's all the more reason to befriend him," Axel countered.

"You've got a valid point there," Demyx replied. He walked over to the blonde haired teen and sat down on his left side. "Hi, my name is Demyx, I'm known as the Melodious Nocturne." He held his hand out in greeting; the other blonde looked at him for a moment before slowly taking the proffered hand.

"Roxas, Xemnas said that I'm to be known as the Key of Destiny," the boy replied. He shook the musician's hand firmly.

"And my name is Axel, known as Flurry of the Dancing Flames," Axel said sitting down on the other side of Roxas and offered his hand as well. Roxas shook his hand as well and went back to staring at the city.

"So, what are you doing up here?" Demyx asked after a few moments of silence.

"Just thinking," Roxas replied still looking at the city.

"Thinking about what?" Axel asked curiously.

"Why me?" Roxas replied, not really asking either of the older males sitting with him.

"Why what?" Demyx asked, Axel leaned forward also curious.

Roxas held out his hand; slightly clenched, a Keyblade appeared his hand. "Oblivion," he said holding up the black Keyblade in his left hand. "I wonder, why do I have the Keyblade."

"I don't know," Axel replied. "Mind if I hold it?"

Roxas shrugged and handed Oblivion to Axel. Axel held it in his hand, admiring it for a few moments before it disappeared from his hand; only to have it re-appear in Roxas' hand. Roxas sighed and slouched; seeming exhausted, as he held on to the two Keyblades.

"That's fascinating. Did you call the black key; Oblivion was it, out of Axel's hand?" Demyx asked, watching Roxas.

"No," Roxas replied sounding forlorn. "Xemnas tried to take it as well. Over and over again. He had different members of the Organization try. It all blurred together after a while," Roxas' eyes became distant and haunted.

"Hey, are you okay?" Demyx asked looking worried. He placed a gentle hand on Roxas' shoulder. Roxas jerked backwards violently.

"No," Roxas whispered. He shook his head, seemingly lost in memory. "No more."

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" Axel demanded worriedly.

"Roxas, talk to us," Demyx insisted as he slowly pulled the teen into a loose embrace.

Roxas shook his head but allowed the two older males to hold him. After a few minutes he moved again and set the Keyblade down. It disappeared in a flash and didn't re-appear. He nestled into Demyx and Axel's embrace. Finally; after several minutes, Roxas fell completely limp in their arms.

"Great, now what do we do?" Demyx asked as he pulled the unconscious teen into his lap.

"I haven't got a clue," Axel replied. "Let's take him to my room. No one ever goes in there and it's closest. We'll figure out what to do then."

"Okay," Demyx replied as Axel stood. He pulled Roxas' hood down over his face as it started to rain.

"Hey, you want me to carry him?" Axel offered.

"Nah, I've got 'im, dude," Demyx replied nonchalantly. He stood gracefully with Roxas still cradled in his arms.

The two quickly and stealthily made their way to Axel's room. As soon as the door shut behind them they both breathed a sigh of relief. Demyx laid Roxas on Axel's bed.

"So, what do you think we should do?" Demyx asked. Roxas whimpered in his sleep as Demyx moved away from him. He clung to Demyx's sleeve, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

"I think you should stay next to him," Axel replied as Demyx nodded and laid down on the bed next to Roxas who curled up next to him.

"Okay, now what should we do?" Demyx asked as he got comfortable on Axel's bed, allowing Roxas to make himself comfortable.

"Well, I think we ought to find out what happened to him," Axel replied as they watched the newest Organization member sleep. "We're supposed to be working together, not against each other."

"I agree," Demyx agreed as he held Roxas tightly. "He seemed so haunted by whatever it was Xemnas and the others did to him."

"Hm," Roxas moaned as he slowly awoke. He nuzzled Demyx's shoulder and stretched a bit. He opened his eyes sleepily before jumping backwards a bit.

"Shh," Demyx soothed as he caught Roxas before the smaller blonde could fall off the bed. "We won't hurt you."

"You're . . . Demyx, right?" Roxas asked as he relaxed back into Demyx's embrace.

"That's me," Demyx replied cheerfully.

"And you're, Axel," Roxas said pointing at the red-head.

"You're right on target, got it memorized?" Axel asked.

"Thank you," Roxas said quietly, looking away from both of them.

"For what?" Demyx asked as he pulled Roxas closer. Feeling the need to protect the Keyblade wielder.

"For being kind to me," Roxas replied. "For not trying to test my limits like everyone else seems to want to do."

"What were they doing to you?" Axel demanded angrily. Demyx looked equally upset.

"Every time the Keyblade is taken from me and I have summon it back, it takes some of my energy. So, Xemnas got several of the others together to see how long it would take to make me fell from exhaustion. Then they would wait a while for me to get back up before repeating the process. After a while they started attacking me as well. Xemnas said it was to make sure I was worthy of being a member of the Organization. They only bruised me up, anything worse than that was Cured when I fell," Roxas stopped, seemingly exhausted. He curled up to Demyx's side.

Demyx didn't say anything but pulled Roxas's head under his own chin protectively and hugged the other blonde tightly.

"We won't let them get you again," Axel said vehemently.

"We'll train you to be strong enough that they can't pick on you again," Demyx promised.

"Next time they try something," Axel chuckled darkly.

"Thank you," Roxas said earnestly. He yawned and tried to sit up but was prevented by Demyx. "What?"

"Stay here," Axel said. "We'll protect you."

"Are you sure that's okay?" Roxas asked, unsure.

"Ye, we don't mind helping you out," Demyx insisted. "We consider you our friend. Right, Axel?"

"Of course," Axel replied with a grin. "You're our friend, got it memorized?"

"Okay," Roxas replied quietly. He laid his head back down on Demyx's arm. He saw the lights in the room go out. He gave a nearly silent sight as he began to drift off to sleep.

He felt the bed settle a bit with Axel's weight.

"Relax, I'm just sharing the bed with you," Axle said before Roxas could protest about the red-head's presence.

"Okay," Roxas replied as he felt Axel lay back-to-back with him. "Goodnight."

"Good night, Roxas, night Axel," Demyx said as he snuggled Roxas under his chin again.

"Night you two. Sleep well, got it memorize?" Axle said as he pulled th4e blanket over the three of them before falling asleep himself.

TBC …