Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, or the dialouge used in the first six lines of this Fan-Fic. Square-Enix does.
Roxas stepped determinedly down the street, the moon shining off of his cloak's zips and chain, not noticing the only other figure on the street, dressed in the same cloak.
"Your mind's made up?" the until-now un-noticed figure, Axel asked, turning his head to the blond-haired younger teen.
"Why did the Keyblade choose me?" Roxas turned his head ever-so-slightly towards the older, flame-haired male "I have to know."
"You can't turn on the organization!" Axel swung around Ninety-degrees, arm flying out to the side, desperately "You get on their bad side, and they'll destroy you!" the flame-haired male almost shouted, panicked by the idea of losing Roxas.
"No one would miss me." Roxas replied simply, pausing for a second before continuing down the almost-empty street.
"That's not true.." Axel replied to the retreating figure, hands clenched into fists "..I would." he muttered, mostly to himself, head dipping forward slightly, defeated.
Roxas paused, once again, slowly twisting his head to half-face the older male, blinking "What did you say?"
Axel slowly straighted, staring at the teen "I said, 'That's not true, I would.' Got it Memorized?" the flame-haired man replied, taking a step towards the teen.
Roxas shook his head, frowning "You can't miss me. You don't have the ability to do so." Roxas replied coldly, as if he hating his own words.
Axel shook his head in reply, grinning "Well. I guess I'm going to have to go with you. To prove it." the older man replied.
Roxas shuddered as a cold wind passed an omen of danger, the blond-haired teen audibly choked, as if the wind was attempting to choke him "Why..?" he muttered, stumbling towards the red-head "Why do you always make things difficult?!" Roxas screamed, falling against Axel's chest with a broken sob.
Axel gave the teen a cocky grin, thins arms draping themselves around the blond's shoulders "..Because I love you." he muttered, ignoring as the teen tensed against him.
"No. No you don't! You can't love me! I can't love you! This.. This isn't love!" Roxas shouted, slamming his hands weakly against the red-haired man's chest with a strangled sob.
"See? This is why am I'm coming with you. To prove this. All of this, too you." Axel replied, tightening his arms around the younger teen.
A/N: Just an alternate ending, to Roxas leaving to the Organization. Probably a bit OOC. .-.