Pieces
They were complete opposites, and yet they were exactly the same. They were each other's other half, the support one needs to balance oneself.
Yin and yang.
Fiery and cool.
Chaos and tranquility.
Even the way they looked echoed their clashing personalities. Explosive, flamboyant Axel, with his wayward crimson spikes and erratic impulses, and gentle, flowing Roxas, with his quiet voice and honey-colored hair. There was a coolness in Roxas' cobalt eyes that rivaled the flame in Axel's sea-green ones. Axel was a jester, always grinning, a laugh lacing the edges of his voice, and Roxas was wise beyond his years, the voice of reason in a sea of discord, with only a trace of a smile on his lips now and then.
Yet despite their differences, they felt drawn together. They both needed a hand to guide them through the mess people call Life, and they found that while neither was much of a leader, they could at least help each other along. It was as if each had found a long-last brother that he had never known existed.
Not that they were supposed to exist.
They needed each other, because a friend is the only thing that can banish loneliness, and as true friends do, they found completion in one another. They found that there is no shadow without light to cast it, and the light would not be recognized if not for the darkness.
For that was what they were: light and dark – the missing half to the torn whole, the one piece needed to finish the puzzle.
And even if they didn't have hearts, when they were with each other, it wasn't so hard to pretend.