When Roxas first met Ven, he felt intense anger. It was bad enough that some of his memories weren't his, but now his own face didn't belong to him! Adding this on to the fact that he never should have existed really ruined his life.

And then there was the possibility that Roxas's heart wasn't his own either. He already figured out that even Nobodies had hearts, you can't cry without one. But then he came to the realization that if Sora had been keeping two hearts within him, then Ventus's must have gone into the Nobody when he freed Kairi's heart. This would explain why he had taken on the blonde boy's appearance.

Both Roxas and Ven had been surprised when they met each other in Sora's heart. It was like looking into a mirror, even their clothes were similar! The latter quickly brushed off his shock and cheerfully greeted his look-a-like, but the former wasn't as welcoming and ran off, pushing the older boy aside. For quite a while, Roxas avoided him as best as he could, ignoring his companion's calls.

However, Roxas was a part of Sora and as a result he wasn't one to hold a grudge for too long. He eventually wandered the replica of Destiny Islands openly and allowed Ventus to find him. Ven's personality was very similar to Sora's which didn't surprise the Nobody. Although he acted coldly to the Somebody at first, he couldn't find it in himself to hate the boy. Ventus didn't show any animosity, so Roxas decided he would try to do the same.

The two exchanged stories and found that they both had lived something akin to tragedy. The bond between them grew to the point where Ven would sometimes refer to Roxas as his brother. There were many happy memories made by the paopu tree as the two enjoyed each other's company.

However, despite all the warmth and happiness he received from Sora and Ventus, Roxas would still question his place in the world. Whenever he was alone, which was more often than expected, he doubted his existence. He had been told many times that he wasn't supposed to exist. Most of the time, he would strongly argue against the statement. But he still felt a sense of insecurity. A sense of misplacement. Roxas reluctantly concluded that he was indeed an outcast, a true nobody. Nothing he had was his own. Even though he would openly deny it, he was slowly falling into depression.

"Hey Roxas!" a familiar voice called out. The Nobody turned to see his "twin" running up to him. The latter took a seat on the paopu tree beside the former. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," he replied. "There's not a lot that happens around here."

"I guess you're right," Ventus chuckled. There was a comfortable silence as the two stared across the ocean at the setting sun.

"I bet you don't know why the sun sets red," Roxas suddenly said.

"Enlighten me," the other boy stated cheerfully.

"Light is made up of many colors. Out of all those colors, red travels the farthest. My friend Axel told me that on my 255th day as an Organization member. We were watching a sunset just like this one."

"Wow, you remember all of that? You must be great at memorizing things!"

"Nah, Axel just always told me to 'get it memorized' and I tried to remember everything I could. I guess he affected me more than I thought."

"It must be great."

"What is?" Roxas questioned.

"Knowing who your friends are," Ven answered with a small smile. "It sounds like you had a pretty solid friendship."

"Really? You know, we argued a lot during my last days."

"That's surprising. What did you fight about?"

"It's funny. I don't remember…" Roxas trailed off, trying to come up with the reason why he and Axel had quarreled.

"Wow, Roxas. There's actually something you didn't memorize!" Ventus exclaimed.

"Well, I know part of the reason. I was upset because the Organization had only been using me like a puppet to reach their goal. But I feel like there was another reason. Like I wasn't the only one being used."

"I'm sure you'll remember it someday."

"I hope so," the Nobody murmured softly.

The younger blonde began to think back to when he was part of the Organization. It had only been for about a year, but those were the only memories that he truly had. As sad as they were, it was his life. He didn't want to forget any of it. Forget the bad and you forget the good as well.

But what was this feeling he had? It was as if something, or someone, was missing. A girl with short, raven hair who suffered the same pain he had, maybe even more. A person who wasn't supposed to exist, an empty puppet, without an identity. Someone who was once in the same situation as him. Someone who was forgotten.

I wonder if I would be forgotten if I were completely erased from existence, Roxas wondered. I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. I mean, nothing about me is original. It was all a part of someone else, whether it be Sora or Ventus. They're somebody, they can't be forgotten, and they're part of a bigger picture. I'm just me, a simple Nobody.

"Hey, Roxas. Are you okay? You look a bit down," Ventus said with concern, breaking his companion from his thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing you should worry about," the other blonde muttered quietly.

"Are you sure? We have plenty of time to work out personal problems here."

"It's just… What do you think of me?"

"What?"

"Do you think I'm inferior?" the Nobody asked hesitantly.

"Of course not! Why on earth would you think that?" the keyblade wielder exclaimed with slight distress.

"Well, I'm not my own person. I'm not even a clone. I'm an outcast. I'm…"

"You're… what?"

"A true nobody." Roxas stated with disgust. "Nothing I have is mine. Nothing! My heart, my friends, my memories, my face! It's always belonged to someone else! I don't belong anywhere."

A heavy, suffocating silence overtook the atmosphere for several long moments. Roxas was near tears as he glared down at his hands with distaste and anger. Ventus stared at the boy in utter shock. Had he really been dealing with this alone without anyone to turn to? His face twisted into an angered look of frustration.

"How could you say that?!" he yelled. Roxas looked at him in surprise, his eyes widening. "Of course you're somebody! Who said you weren't an actual person? I'll personally beat them up for you! You have your own heart and friends that care for you. You've made your own memories and proved that you can exist despite everyone's objections. What does it matter if you have my face? You're your own person with your own mind and your own conscience! I don't care who you used to be! In my eyes, you are somebody." Everything he said was filled with confidence and truth.

Both boys stared at each other, one of them with a look determination the other with an expression of awe, a tear slowly slipping down his cheek. With a sigh and a comforting smile, the older of the two wiped the tear away.

"But… why? Why would you care that much?" the younger questioned in a quiet, shaking voice. The older laughed softly.

"Like I said, you're someone to me. You're my brother."

Smiles graced both their faces as they turned to the setting sun and returned to enjoying life as it is. Negative thoughts disappeared from their minds as they allowed themselves to relax in the paradise that was Sora's heart.

"You know what would make this better?" Roxas asked.

"What?"

"Some sea-salt ice cream." As if hearing his words, the icy treat appeared in their hands. "Thanks, Sora."

No matter who you were before, you have a meaning, a purpose. You'll always be someone in our eyes.