Disclaimer: I don't own KH or anything affiliated, really. That's for SquareS… oft.
Warning: Contains some brief adult language and adult themes. Not for children under the age of 16.
So anyway… I got this idea from a mixture of reading Suzaka's recent fanfictions and just a feeling I've been having for a while—the need to draw and write about my favorite characters in my favorite hobby. :P So this happened. Only going to be a few chapters long. Originally set to the lyrics of Broken by Seether feat. Amy Lee, but lyrics taken out due to copyright purposes. I can show you the original if you would like. Enjoy.
As he opened his jade eyes, he realized that something was missing. There was no body next to him, no warm-cold flesh to match his own. He couldn't remember how long he had been sleeping, or even what happened before he did . . . he just knew that someone—or something, maybe—wasn't there that should have been.
"Roxas?" he groaned, his red, mussed hair falling into his face as he raised his head. Silence was his only answer. Slightly disconcerted by the fact that his partner failed to wake him up for a fare well, he slipped on some light underclothes and his black hooded robe, specially issued just for him. He sighed heavily as a knock resounded throughout the room.
"Axel? Hey, are you there?"
Demyx. Of all the times to come be a bother, he had to choose today. Axel really didn't like Demyx; in fact, they almost hated each other. Demyx blamed Axel for the death of Zexion, just as Axel blamed Demyx for . . . well, almost everything else that went wrong. The only reason they even bothered to have contact and tolerate each other was because of Roxas. He was the glue that stuck them with each other, a best friend and boyfriend clashing. Now that Roxas was absent, Axel considered not answering the door. However, there was a slight tinge of some almost-worry in Demyx's nobody voice, and Axel decided that he wanted to find out why that was.
"What do you want, Demyx?" the red-head replied, cracking the door a little to make sure this wasn't another one of Demyx's hate-spells. His eyes were greeted by an agonizingly tortured-looking face, a nobody without even a single sitar to wield against him. Demyx lightly pushed Axel aside and let himself in, pacing back and forth throughout the small, apartment-like room before finding a comfortable seat on the bed from which Axel had just roused himself. He bit his lower lip and clutched his stomach, very visibly trembling.
"Demyx, you're a nobody. Got it memorized?"
"He's gone," the dirty-blonde replied, taking no heed of what was said. He coughed a little, shaking from head to foot, and his aqua eyes focused firmly on the dead center of the floor.
"Demyx . . . ?"
"He's gone, Axel! He's gone!" Demyx cried painfully as he gagged on what Axel assumed was a mix of spit and tears that had drained down his throat. He was openly crying, something that a nobody couldn't and shouldn't be capable of, and yet here he was, crying, on Axel's bed. Axel found his way to the edge of the bed and kneeled, looking up at the husk of a person that was, to his knowledge, performing the impossible. He was feeling.
"Demyx, what happened to Roxas?" Axel said slowly, as quietly as he thought he should to avoid upsetting the boy more before he could get the information out of him.
"People . . . this morning . . . don't know . . . Xemnas . . . he's gone!" Demyx managed to spit out between sobs, chokes, and whines. It was clear to Axel now that this strategy was going to go nowhere fast. He placed a hand on Demyx's knee as an attempt at some kind of almost-comfort for the somehow real pain Demyx was demonstrating.
"Blubbering fool," flashed through Axel's mind a few times as Demyx took his time calming down enough to speak coherent sentences.
"You're the only one that would understand," Demyx said, still sobbing at intervals but mostly in control. "We both loved him, Axel, and now he's gone."
"Gone where?"
"No one knows. They took him—"
"Who took him, Demyx?"
"Two guys. One in a coat like ours, but not one of us. The other dressed in red." He finally looked into Axel's eyes for the first time, his face twisted in agony. "What are we going to do?"
"That's easy. We're going to find him, and we're going to bring him back," the fire-wielder replied, eyes blazing with anger. "They can't hide him forever."
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As Demyx lay down and cried himself to sleep on Axel's bed, the latter traveled into the dark realm to look for Number I. "Xemnas!" he yelled, which he knew to be of no point or purpose, seeing as sound gets distorted in the dark realm. It was more out of frustration, anger, and other new sensations he was 'feeling' for the first time. Still, it made him 'feel' better, to yell and scream, to punch and kick at imaginary boundaries.
After a good bout with nothing and an intensely tedious search, Axel found the nobody he was looking for. "Xemnas."
"Number VIII," the white-haired man replied coldly.
"Where's Roxas?"
"Number XIII? Gone."
"Don't bull-shit me, Xemnas," Axel snapped angrily. "You know where he is, and you'd better fucking tell me or—"
"Or what?" Number I interjected, slightly tilting his head in a dominant fashion.
Axel didn't reply.
"Exactly. We are nobodies, Number VIII, all of us. We weren't meant to be, and we weren't meant to be missed. Forget Number XIII." Xemnas eyed his newly-submissive subject up and down with complacency before turning and heading back down towards the hub of The World That Never Was. The flame-haired boy, completely dejected, turned his emerald eyes to the blackened sky.
"Just tell me where to find him . . . " Axel whispered under his breath, as a heavy water droplet fell down his face. He knew Demyx was behind this. It began to rain.
So yeah. Hope you liked this installment.