Imasen-Not Here-away from this place and me…

Roxas POV

Roxas wished he could find away to separate himself from Sora, he loved him, yes, but he wanted to be his own person again, he WANTED to go back to the darkness, to the organization, where he had had a say, but where he was only half a person, although he felt whole there, beside his Axel. He wasn't sorry to say that if he could only ever be with one person he would always choose that spiky, short tempered pyromaniac he called his best friend, his other half really…if Sora wasn't around.

Sora POV

Sora felt awful, he could feel Roxas' sadness, his hate and his hurting, and he couldn't do anything about it. He needed Roxas to be whole, to be the Sora that Riku and Kairi and all the others new and loved, he couldn't handle being half again, he needed him, but all he wanted was for the hurt to stop, he cried sometimes and he didn't know why, but now he realize that Roxas was crying, not him. He had to give him his freedom, he didn't want the guilt of having a heart inside him, that yurned to be away from everything that he himself yurned to be closest to. He had to let his heart go, he had to give Roxas his life back, maybe he would come back one day,maybe he would decide that Sora needed to live too. Maybe not. But what ever the case, Sora couldn't take someones life, he couldn't slowly snuff out Roxas, like he was doing.

So Sora let out his heart, he sat in his room contemplating it for a long time, but in the end he realized what he must do to set Roxas free. He summond the keyblade, turned it around and drove it into his chest, where it would unlock his heart…

Roxas POV

Roxas sat in Sora, being Sora but longing to be Roxas beside Marluxia and Demyx, making fun of Xemnas and holding Axel's hand when he didn't feel good. He wasn't whole, not really, you were only ever whole beside the people you really loved, not the people you were forced to love. He wanted to be selfish and tell Sora to let him go, but he knew what would happen, Sora would be confused and his memories would fade away, almost disappear, but really they'd just be trapped, he would need roxas to be the happy-go-lucky Sora that everyone knew... he needed him, and Roxas knew it.

3rd person

A massive light engulfed the room, Sora was thrust back, against the wall, as the light errupted from his chest. A boy was slowly solidafying in front of him, his face a mix of fear, confusion...and then realization. Pure joy washed across Roxas' face. Then shock. "Sora, what have you done?!" he gasped. He didn't respond. Sora lay on the bed, 5 feet away, blank, lifeless, except for the short shallow breaths that came in starts ans stops, like he was hanging on to life, with all his disconnected heart.

"Sora!?" Roxas screamed, he lunged forward onto the browned hair boy, he shooked him violently "Sora!! please Sora, what have you done?!" There was a flash in the little boy's eyes. The shock was wearing off, and now he could think..

Sora POV

I am Sora, I am 15, I have brown hair and blue eyes...But there was nothing else, he couldn't remember...it just kept going around in his head, he couldn't ask questions, or answer, he just repeated over and over...I am Sora, I am 15, I have brown hair and blue eyes...

3rd person

"I am Sora, I am 15, I have brown and blue eyes..." the boy whispered in a monotone. "Sora?" Roxas didn't know what to do. He was finally free, he was his own person again, it exactly what he wanted, but was it worth putting Sora in some sort of vegetative state?

Sora POV

I am Sora...I am 15...I have...why am I here? He wanted to know, and as he wanted, he also remembered a small thing, from a long, long time a go, a silver haired boy was standing in front of him, holding both his hands..."Sora, I love you, I always have and I always will, you are my sky..." and now he remembered something he himself had said..."and you are my land, and I love you...Riku" Riku! He remembered Riku. There was a flash of pain just then, as memories flooded back, as the shock of loosing your heart wore off...and now he remembered Kairi and Donald and Goofy and Mickey and Naimine and Roxas...and he remembered what he had just done.

Roxas POV

What had he done? He was the one that made Sora think of this, he wanted it so badly that he subconciously persuaded Sora to do this, he knew it, and this was all his fault, his fault that Sora was a lifeless shell. But could he fix it, could he make this right and put himself back?

3rd person

Just then, Sora stopped mutering "Riku...Kairi? Donald, Goofy, King Mickey! Namine...ROXAS! No! AAAAAAAAAAAH" the little boy was sccreaming his lungs out "please, please ROXAS!" Roxas didn't know what to do, "Sora, if you concentrate, I can go back inside, we can be whole again" Roxas knew this is what he should say, even though thats not what he wanted.

"No Roxas, don't, you need to be your own person" He sounded like he was cohereint now, like he knew what was happening even if he didn't know exactly who he was."I did this so you could stop crying...please, it isn't so bad, you need to go to the darkness, you need to see Axel...I know I could never take what you've taken, If I was away from Riku, like that, i really dont know how you didn't kill me out of pure hate for me, I'm so sorry Roxas, for being so selfish and keeping you like this...". Roxas was stunned, he did hate Sora sometimes, he thought he was being selfish, he didn't realized how guilty Sora felt. "It's okay Sora, you don't have to be sorry, you only wanted to be you, just like I just want to be me." and then Roxas didn't know what to say, he wanted to go see Axel, but he didnt want to leave a half of a Sora for Riku to find. he would be murdered in his sleep --".We need to talk abut this more Sora, it's not just an argument of who deserves to be happy, who wants to live most, we need to talk about this." "Alright, but now, can I sleep? I'm so tired..." just as Sora let out a heavy sigh, Roxas realized how tired he was too "alright, lets sleep" so the two halves of Sora layed down beside one another, there was a feeling of love, but not like when you meet someone and fall into love, it was compassion for someone who had hurt you, and a love for yourself, for doing what you knew was right. And as they slept they had the same dreams, the same thought...something was wrong...as if they were to different bodies, but they were very much still connected.