1. Drive

"Hey, maybe you aren't as great as that other kid," the words rang out slightly breathless, punctuated by laughs, as their weapons connected, the reds of Axel's chakrams that much more brilliant against the push and pull that were Oathkeeper and Oblivion, "I'm not sure you've got enough in you!"

2. Free

Arms outstretched, hood slipping from his head as the boy faced the eternally midnight sky, he ignored the blue-black washing the flecks of red from his face and tried to pretend he belonged anywhere but in this heap of neon and chrome.

3. Tea

"And a full house beats your two pair," Luxord drawled easily, a wicked smirk on his face as he pushed a now cold cup at the sullen looking boy across the table.

4. Perfection

The Superior often stood below his mutant hope of a poisoned dream completely aware of the little lost soul standing in the window stories above him, watching his beautiful disaster unfold.

5. Missing

The ice cream slipped from his fingers and he watched it blankly, only looking up once it splashed to the ground below like an overgrown, over-bright, teardrop, "I don't know, I'm just... not all here."

6. Coffee

He usually protested when Sora wanted to mess with his things, but it took all of his self control to keep his head down and a small smile off his lips as the other boy took a large gulp from his mug, grimaced, and spit it back, shooting Roxas a sheepishly nervous grin before running off.

7. Tongue-tied

He'd lost it somewhere along the way - had not paid attention as it had faded away just as he was, and as he grappled desperately for words, he could only force three from the knot in his mouth in a flurry of feral confusion.

8. Electrify

Limp as a rag doll in her arms, he didn't move or make a sound; the pale, static fingers on his skin were almost enough to jump-start his nonexistent heart.

9. Careful

"I mean, we are best friends," he put in, the hope in his voice beautiful - and fake, fake, fake - but he would say anything to save his own skin, "Right?"

10. Varnish

The red polish on her nails always looked like blood against Namine's skin from where he stood in the shadows, wondering why Larxene had bothered with the decoration at all.

11. Collide

And at that moment there was no sweeter sound than the metallic rasp of blade against blade - shadow against sunlight.

12. Obsessive

"I have to know why they chose me, and if you won't tell me, I'll go figure it out myself."

13. Skill

Spinning to a posed halt - head down and body bowed over his blade - he slowly stood, raising a delicate eyebrow at the incredulous look on the older boys face as he lowered his weapons and took a breath, "Hence the title of Keyblade master, stupid."

14. Lies

"No one would miss me," he snapped back, and it was easy to say, yet it fell like a stone from his lips.

15. Harm

The mans golden gaze was unblinking, unrelenting; and if one was looking from the outside they might suspect a morbid fascination with watching the shell of a boy squirm under the weight of the words the man so carefully spoke to the room, "A nobody doesn't have a right to know; nor does it even have a right to be."