Found this while digging around my desktop. Just something to let you all know I'm still here. Posting a story here and couple over in Pokémon. Check that out too.

Roxas felt trapped. Constricted. Restrained.

Restrained. That was a good word for it. He sat in the corner. The white walls around him spoke volumes of insanity and nothingness. That was it then?

The nothingness resides in him. He was a copy.

You're not worth anything, you dirty primal creature, said one part of him.

I am worth something, I have feelings, said another.

Where do these "feelings" come from? Your Heart?, the voice spat, You have no soul, you're fake, not even real. Yet you continue to disgrace the world with your bastard presence.

Shut up! I am real. I have feelings. I have a hea-.

No, you don't. You are worthless scum. You have no feelings. You have no heart. You have no essence. You should just take a knife to you throat.

No! I have feelings! I feel love.

For who? The others? They're nothing. Just like you, no place in the world, no reason to spend another breath. You all should just die, if it's even possible for you. Face the fact, you are a nobody.

Just then, the dark voice was silenced and banished to the darkest depths of Roxas' mind.

The light was let in, and it silhouetted Roxas' guardian angel. His black and crimson guardian angel.

Like any other angel would, it entered and cradled the crying and broken blonde, carrying him into the light, setting his soul free.

The blonde, hurt and fallen, curled tighter against the dark form of his savior, feeling safe and consoled. He was warm and fervent, feeling the hearth of his savior's love. He slowly felt the darkness recede farther inside him and, finally, melt away.

"Roxas." His angel spoke, with a soothing tone. "It's ok, I'm here."

"I know," the blonde replied dream-like, "you are part of me."

The blonde realized he was being set down. He felt his form being held by the surface underneath him. He felt his body being surrounded by a familiar warmth. He felt a softness pulled over him, and his drowsiness began to set in. He was almost gone, when he felt a presence on his head. There was a light pressure and then a release. A short kiss, planted on his head.

He drifted away, and was happy.

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Axel heard weeping. He walked down the hall where he heard it. He looked at the door.

Roxas.

Axel knew he would catch hell if anyone saw him go into the room. The other Nobodies were bored and always looking to pick on someone. He would have to be careful but he had to see what was wrong.

He opened the door to find the room almost pitch black, and the light from the hall struck Roxas and he looked up. His sniffled and looked at Axel. Sigh, thought Axel, poor kid, he looks so sad. Axel decided that he should let Roxas sleep in his bed that night.

Axel slowly walked over and scooped up the small blonde. Roxas responded by curling up tighter and burying himself into the redhead's chest. He's like a puppy.

The two traveled to Axel's room and Axel tried to comfort the blonde.

"Roxas, it's ok, I'm here." After some time Roxas said, "I know, you're a part of me." Axel had to admit, while he was touched, he had no idea what the hell the blonde was talking about.

Roxas didn't seem to notice, but the other Organization members were giving cat calls to the couple as they passed by.

Finally, Axel reached his room. He removed both his and Roxas' cloaks. He set the gentle blonde onto his soft bed, crawled in behind him, and covered them with a blanket.

Before he went to sleep, the redhead planted a light and feathery kiss on the head of the blonde.