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His fingers are windmills, spiraling both keyblades in sharp arcs. "Tell me what's going on." Dusty light rebounds from their twirling surfaces. Little rainbow squares refract across the unknown person's coat.
"Roxas." The boy glares. He can't see the guy's face, hidden in a warm sheath of hood, and he doesn't trust that the man knows his name. "Roxas, please," the hooded figure's voice is high and strained. "Please."
Roxas lunges, throwing the keyblades before him to slash at the other's torso. The stranger doesn't make to move as the Oblivion's tip catches on the string of his hoodie, pulling the shroud from his face.
"Roxas, help me please. It's Axel, your best friend."
A growl unsettles itself from Roxas' throat. "You're lying!"
His cheek blisters with cold as Axel backhands him in a flash of his delicately sculpted fingers. Roxas staggers, stumbles on his shoes, and falls.
The redhead is quick to jump on him. Lanky legs straddle his waist as battle-worn chakram handles pinch his wrists into the dirt. Roxas' keyblades give a scream.
"Just tell me what these are," Axel scrunches his cheeks in an emphatic smile, "and I'll let you go."
Roxas frowns. The keyblades are humming; it's a loud, furious noise that's supposed to be a warning. Water drips on his nose.
"It's really not that hard," The guy's trying to be sweet in a different attempt to get what he wants. Lean fingers flash to the collar of his shirt; Axel's weapons remain firmly pressed to Roxas' hands. "Really, you can tell me."
Roxas flings his weight against his left arm, pulling and straining with his right.
"Please?"
His bones are popping and Axel's lips are fluttering their words against his. Someone else's salt is pooling in his eyes.
"C'mon."
"Fuck you!" Roxas spits in his mouth.
He snatches fistfuls of Roxas' collar in a white-knuckled vice. Coppery blood yields to the chakram's bite.
"What is this?" He shrieks in Roxas' face, "What the hell are these fucking things?" Axel gives Roxas a hysterical shake. The tips of his red, red hair are burning. "Because I can't control them when I see you and I know I shouldn't be like this but I can't, Roxas! I fucking can't."
Axel gulps down a lungful of air, though it doesn't seem to calm him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sparks jump from Axel's hair. "I don't understand." Axel grips Roxas' neck with a look of great pain on his face. "Tell me, Roxas: what are these?"
There is a glistening in the tiny crinkles of his eyelids; something is shimmering from beneath his dark lashes. Roxas is surprised that he hadn't noticed Axel's blotchy, puffed-out cheeks. His scalp is smoldering thick plumes of black smoke, but that's not why his eyes are watering.
"They're," the Oblivion evaporates from his fingers, leaving only the muted radiance of the Oathkeeper to buzz in Roxas' fingers. "They're your—"
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