He always wanted to leave. But the tight grasp of the organization was to harsh. He lacked friends. He hated their ideas. And he was all around miserable.
Although there was one. A tall redhead, with deep jade eyes.
He lost all value to his life.
He could have left. He would have been killed but...he could have. The only thing keeping him there was that man.
And their undying, secret love.
Act one: A hearts awakening
He had been in the organization for months, without anyone. Being used as a weapon for an unholy design. He was secluded, apart from the world. Until the day he walked into his life.
Roxas was special; he was forced to stay in a room by himself until the plan was to be carried out. Everyday different members would bring his meals, but it was mostly the same three men. A tall man, medium build and soft rose hair. For some reason this man always smiled at Roxas, which struck him as odd.
A muscle bound man, with black hair and an eye patch. This man glared at him, acting as though he was disgusted at him. The other regular man was blond, like Roxas himself but a lighter shade, who pretended that Roxas wasn't there.
Through months of people delivering his meals he had met most of the other members. At least eight, as he counted. Oddly, no one had ever talked to him. In all his time there, he had never heard another human voice, except the voices in the hall and the laughter from what he thought was the lunch room.
Roxas hated the organization so much. Finally one day he started plotting, and planning. All he knew was his small prison, and the bathroom against to it.
His plan was simple, tie all the fabric he could get a hold of together and slide down the tower. The view from his window was black. That's all he ever saw.
Sitting in his room one day, hungry waiting for his meal, he was plotting his escape even more. His plan was coming into fruition. He would get out, at long last, in three more days. That's all the time he needed. Suddenly his door opened, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, it was just another member bringing his meal to him.
"What? You won't even say hi?"
Roxas jumped up, thinking, had this man talked to him? It had been months since he had any human interaction. Someone….someone was talking to him!
"You miss her don't you?" The man that asked this was tall, like all the others, by this point Roxas figured he was the shortest and youngest here, and he had a brilliant red mane of hair, the roots a dark brown. His eyes shone like emeralds in the sun, and he had tiny triangles under his eyes, which Roxas found oddly, attractive.
"W-who are you talking about?" Roxas fumbled on his words in front of the beautiful man.
"What ever girl you're thinking about, I mean you must have a girlfriend. Such a handsome man like yourself." His voice was like velvet, smooth and soft, with a hint of sarcasm.
Roxas' face blushed a as red as the handsome tall mans hair, or at least it felt like that. His mind was blank in this mans presence. The silence went on for what seemed like hours; finally he spoke, in a small voice. "I don't have a girlfriend…I've never had a girlfriend...In fact I can't seem to remember life before this place…"
The tall, lanky, man smirked and walked over to the bed Roxas was sprawled out on. He quickly sat up, so the man could sit down.
He let out a contented sigh, and began to speak.
"My name is Axel." He said as he held out his hand.
Roxas stared at the outstretched hand, wondering about everything that was going through his mind at the moment.
"…Shake it"
The words shook Roxas back into reality. He quickly grabbed the hand, which was soft and the feeling of it clasped in his sent shivers down his spine and goose bumps prickled his skin. He had never felt this way before.
As his palm began to sweat the man let go.
"You know, you have yet to tell me your name."
Roxas blushed again, still thinking of the touch of Axel's hand.
Sighing Axel got up, and headed for the door. He looked down as he began to walk. "Well…I have work to do. Good bye."
And that's it. He was gone. As far as Roxas new, gone for good.
Roxas sat up straight in his bed, and wept and the thought of never seeing him again. He hand never felt such a way for someone, and a man at that! He was disgusted at himself, at the same time he was happy.
That night he left his dinner untouched. He had a lot of thinking to do tonight.
Act two: Loves requiem
It had been weeks since Roxas had seen him. The more the thought about that one encounter the more he pined for him. All Roxas could think about anymore was his touch, the way he smelled, his gaze. It was driving him mad.
Until one day, it happened. He sauntered back into the room, with a hot meal in hand. But much to Axel's dismay, Roxas was gone.
He set his meal down on the table next to the bed, and sat. He couldn't stop thinking about Roxas either, but he would never let that on to the others. What would they think if he fell in love with such a young boy? Besides he couldn't love a boy. Or anyone for that matter. He had no heart, which is why the boy was there in the first place. That boy, that dirty blond, skinny, sea-blue eyed boy…He would help them. Give them all their hearts back. Then maybe, Axel could love him.
But then a thought crossed his mind, what if the plan did something to Roxas? He didn't know what Xemnas had planed for Roxas, what if he was going to get killed in the process?
He sat there pondering this all, when the door to the bathroom opened. The boy who stepped out was Axel's one and only. It was his Roxas.
"Took you long enough," Axel smirked "I brought you dinner."
Roxas smiled and blushed slightly as Axel patted the bed next to him, inviting Roxas to sit with him.
As he sat, they looked into each others eyes. There they sat, gaze locked into place, for an eternity. At least Roxas wished they could.
Axel leaned forward toward Roxas, and whispered "I could get in a lot of trouble you know…" His voice was soft, and lacked the sarcasm it had last time. He leaned closer to Roxas' face.
"But I had to see you again…"
Closer still.
"I felt something last time I saw you…"
Roxas could feel his warm breath as he drew closer.
"I couldn't take it anymore…I had to see you again…Roxas I…"
The gap between them grew even smaller.
"I feel something for you, something I haven't felt since I had a heart and…"
Their noses touched, and Roxas blushed harder then he thought he ever did before.
"I think I love you."
Finally the gap between them was gone, and they where locked in a kiss deeper and more passionate then either had ever felt.
After what seemed like hours Axel pulled away. Roxas was shocked, he didn't know how to reply. There they sat, in silence, until Axel arose and said, almost in a whisper "Your such a bad kisser…You know that don't you?"
With that, he left.
That night, Roxas enjoyed his meal more then any he had in this place yet. He didn't care if he was gay or not, because now he wasn't alone. Now he wasn't just gay or straight. Now, he was in love.
From that day forward Axel brought his every meal. This made Roxas ecstatic. They sat on that tiny uncomfortable bed for hours every night and did nothing but talk. There where no more kisses, much to the dismay of them both. Neither knew how the other felt.
A few weeks pasted, and their love grew strong. But their love was not the only thing coming to be. So was the great plan Xemnas had cooking up.
This worried Axel to no extent. He had to do something to get his love out, even if it meant losing him forever.
Act three: The loss of a heart
Axel had to figure out a way to get his love out of the organization before the plan came into being. Roxas didn't know anything of his life before, as Sora.
Whenever he asked why he couldn't remember before his imprisonment, Axel changed the subject, or left in a huff. He had quite the temper.
When one night, early summer, Axel brought Roxas his breakfast and bad news.
"Roxas…we need to talk" His voice was harsh, and cold, something Roxas had never heard from him before.
They sat on the tiny bed; Axel wouldn't look into Roxas' eyes, or even in his direction. Normally he couldn't help but stare at the small blond boy.
"What's wrong…You aren't looking at me…did…did I do something…?" Roxas was about to break into tears.
"Well…No but…" Axel stood up, his head down and his face shadowed.
"But you need to leave. Get out. You just…we can't see each other ever again!"
He thrust his had back, a small section of the room swirled into a black vortex.
"GO!" Axel screamed, and Roxas ran toward it, he had never seen Axel this upset. Before walking into the vortex, Axel grabbed his arm and kissed him deeply, then shoved him into a depth of darkness and despair.
Roxas thought he tasted the salty tinge of tears in his kiss…
Roxas woke up in a sunny little town square.
There was a huge train station behind him, and the sun was setting.
He got up and brushed himself off.
"Where….Where am I? Where's Axel?"
He began to look around and spotted a man in a black coat, the hood covering most of the face.
Tears streamed from his eyes and he ran, hoping to be untied with the one he loved.
The man put out his hand and it hit Roxas' head, as he fell back he heard the man say, "We're going to get Sora back….one way or another."