I Would.

Simply put, I would.

I would tell you I'm sorry, for that time on the beach when we were kids and we were sword fighting and I accidentally hit you on the head. Maybe I was a little too into it for a ten year old. I would tell you I'm sorry for that, but truth is, I'm not. It was funny as hell.

I would tell you I'm sorry for that time I attacked you in Hallow Bastion when you tried to rescue Kairi. I would tell you I'm sorry I hit you over and over and over again. I would tell you I was blind, blind with the power of darkness. I would tell you because, now that my heart's back, a little bit of it cracks off every time I think about my sword cutting into you. Slash, slash, slash. Crack, crack, crack. Something like that.

I would tell you how much I appreciate you hitting me on the head over and over again. How much I appreciate you pulling me back into the light. Sort of. At least I'm not blinded by darkness anymore, just stuck wallowing in it. It's alright, you may be the Keyblade Master, but that doesn't make you a miracle worker. I would thank you for allowing me to have a heart again.

And I would tell you it's ok for you to be with her. I don't deserve her anymore anyway. Light is intended to fuse with more light, and spread warmth and joy. Light doesn't deserve to be smothered in darkness, especially not hers by mine.

I would tell you a lot of things, Sora. Would you listen? You can be so oblivious sometimes. I'd tell you that too. But you'd probably just grin and laugh it off. You always do.

Say It Louder.

"C'mon kid. We both know who the winner is here." Axel looks up with a smirk and a twirl of his blades as the boy with the impossibly spikey blonde hair stands bent, panting, sweat poring down his face.

Just the way he likes him.

"N..never…Axel.." The boy takes a deep breath and rights himself, inhaling massively and wailing a guttural battle cry as he launches himself towards the man with the just-as-impossibly-spikey red hair.

And the red-haired man is kind of impressed.

Roxas finds an opening and hits Axel square in the jaw with an upswing of his keyblade.

"Ooooh.." Axel says in a tone that finds Roxas turning a naive shade of pink. "Not bad.."

Axel smirks again as Roxas grins like a proud lion for a moment, then exhales and slumps over.

And the red-haired gentleman strikes.

In a flurry of flames and steel, Axel pins Roxas to the ground, whole body resting defiantly atop the blonde.

"Say it!" Axel's voice practically dances with a maniacal glee.

"No.." Roxas whispers in a breathy and defiant tone.

Axel presses harder against his throat, "Say it Roxy…"

Roxas feels himself flinch as the evil glint in the eyes of his captor.

"….You win."

"I can't hear you Roxy."

"You win!"

"Louder! Let it ring out!"

"YOU WIN!" Roxas, fuming with the humiliation of defeat.

Axel grins, eyes roving over the body of the young, strong boy beneath him. For a moment, Axel considers his position.

But just as quickly, he relents, and stands, lending Roxas his hand to help him up. And it is in that moment that Axel realizes how much he really loves the blue-eyed beauty. Heart be damned. He really does. It doesn't matter, though, because Axel also realizes as he walks away from the still shaking, impossibly-spikey-haired boy, that he could never find the words to say it.