"We're best friends, aren't we? You can tell me anything. Anything at all."
Best friends? Is that all he was to Axel? A bitter laugh escaped the blonde's lips, as he stared down intently at his reflection, in a small murky puddle. The rain drops that pelted against himself felt refreshing. As if it was trying to soothe his raging (yet still imaginary) emotions inside.
Reality was all too cruel. He loved Axel, but he didn't have a heart to feel that way. It was all just pretend. That, and Axel only saw him as a friend. A best friend even.
When he had brought the courage to admit his feelings, those words Axel had spewed made his disposition shatter. It took immense will power to fight down what he felt.
"I'm leaving."
He had said out of the blue. He didn't bother to turn around to see Axel's reaction. He couldn't bare to.
"But Roxas, you know what will happen if you leave-"
"I don't care."
He had stated that line all too bluntly. It was the truth. Roxas did not care what was to happen to himself. He just wanted to get away from it all. His pain, the hollowness...and Axel.
"Don't you want to think things through?"
Axel, Roxas recalled, had pleaded. In Roxas's mind, he found himself laughing cruelly. At who exactly, he wasn't too sure. He wanted to just go away, never to be seen again. To vanish, like how all Nobodies were destined to be.
Besides, they were never meant to exist, right? He couldn't believe himself. That day he had easily agreed with Axel to "think things through" and stayed. He felt as if he were going to explode. Or implode. Whichever came first, really.
Every moment he spent with Axel was pure torture. He couldn't stop thinking about his friend. He couldn't stop being so cold and distant to Axel.
His mind seemingly wandered from battle to battle, that by the end of each one Roxas couldn't remember what he had done. Until, he had met the other boy who could wield the keyblade. Just like him.
Regardless of that, Roxas knew that the other was his enemy. That was why they had lunged at one another, with keyblade in hand.
"Why do you have the keyblade!"
The teen with the long silver mane had questioned, as cool droplets of rain dampened his hair. Roxas had never pondered this question before. He had no reason to do so. Glancing over to the keyblade he held in his hand, the bowels of his stomach seemingly boiled. Did he have to have a reason as to why he could wield such a ridiculously large key? He turned his attention towards the boy on the ground, as he glared from underneath his hood.
"Shut up."
After that, it was inevitable that Roxas had to leave the Organization. He wanted to know who he used to be. Why the keyblade had chosen him. To leave behind his own past.
"So you made up your mind?" Axel spoke, once Roxas had walked past him.
"Why did the keyblade choose me?" Roxas questioned. At least he that was half of the reason as to why he was leaving. Not that Axel would ever know.
"You know what will happen if you leave! The Organization will destroy you!"
Roxas smiled faintly to himself, but it didn't last long. It quickly faded away as he spat what he truly felt. "No one will miss me."
"That's not true!"
By the time Axel had finished that statement, Roxas was already gone from his sight.
"...I would."
A/N: Some of the quotes are from the in-game, buut... they're from memory so it could be way off. I'm sorry about that. D: