"Pain – chapter 1"

A tall man with long, spiky, red hair walks through the hallways in the castle. The castle located within the world that never was. The entire castle is painted white, pure, as the heart-shaped moon that shines down upon them. The walls reflect whatever light shines within this dark world. There are thirteen bedrooms, each numbered and chosen specifically by their leader. He stops at the room labeled, XIII, the key of destiny. He leans against the wall, opposite of the door. Many things cross his mind, at this moment. The flurry of the dancing flames slides down to the floor, as he decides what to do. "Why am I hesitating, now? He allows me into his room, yet I am still being so cautious…" he mutters, to himself. He then laughs at his own idiocy. Axel sits there for what seems like hours, but is merely minutes. He stands up and walks to the door.

Naturally, he knocks on the door. "Hey, Roxie, you in there?" he asks in a normal tone. No answer. With that he turns to option number two. He gently places his hands on the door. Sparks of flames appear around his hands. Slowly, digit, by digit, flames engulf the area around, the man's hands. The door becomes covered in the flames. Glowing bright red the door is turned black. Not long after, the door is reduced to nothing but ashes. Axel steps over, the once burning cinders that are now the only remains of Roxas's door. As he enters the room nothing is out of place. His bed is neatly made; all books are on the shelves, everything is normal except, that there is no Roxas. The redhead looks under the bed and in the bys closet. Nothing. Roxas isn't here Axel sighs, after doing so he hears a muffled sobbing, coming from the bathroom. He knocks on the door. "Roxie? You in there?" he asks. "Roxie, open up! Hey, Roxas, are you okay?"His tone is more rushed and more frantic.

The green eyed man bangs on the door, hoping, to get Roxas out. The redheads, frustration grows, as he places his hands on the door. The only thoughts that run through his mind are of Roxas, and if he is okay. His eyes darken as his flames engulf the door. The door turns bright red but, his frustration causes, the normally red flames, to turn bluish white. The door is reduced to ashes, much like the door that was destroyed before. Tiny, sparks still erupt from the pile as Axel steps over it. When he enters the bathroom, to his shock, he finds the blond on the floor. Right next to him, on the floor, there is a crimson colored razor, lying on the tile. He looks at Roxas, he stares at the younger boys wrists. A deep crimson colored liquid, a large amount, pours from, his right wrist. His normally bright blue eyes, have darkened and are dead to the world. Seeing this, seeing the person he loves with every fiber of his being, doing this to himself, it pains him. It's like a knife stabbing him in the heart, well if he had one, that is. Axel's chest tightens where his heart would be, if his existed. He coughs, and rests his hand on the door frame. His own dark past, the days when, he did the same thing to himself. The days he did this just to feel something, to feel alive, like he was a human, and not a Nobody.