The red head wasn't exactly surprised when he finally made his way into the castle at how polished and posh it was. Fire, much to his pyromaniac like side's enjoyment, littered the walls in a dimming orange glow from the night setting into the palace, creating a shadow against Axel's black boots. Of course, his pirate attire was more obvious to notice if he got caught, but that's why he could just knife the guards and make things painless. After all, even knights had weak points in their armor. Axel's feet made a dull and thin sound as he strutted his walk and his black cut offs stuck firmly to his thighs, looking around to see where the prince might've been headed. His first thought was his room, but naturally guards would be there.

A stroke of luck to Axel once he came across the Prince's room which was empty of guards for now. Good; he could just run in, kidnap the Prince and get out while Demyx, Luxord, Riku, Kairi, Saix, Xigbar, Sora, Zexion, Lexaues and the Captain did their thing. True it was only a crew of eleven but that's truly all the Captain needed. He had enough men to do the same jobs in the same amount of time as a group of twenty two men. And Axel's job, being lighting the canons and making bombs gave him little use of his cat like figure which was great for sneaking around. Especially for kidnapping princey,The red head mentally snickered and drew his foot closer to the door into the prince's room and closed it silently.

Axel was slightly amazed at the back figure of the prince he was supposed to kidnap, not having seen him in public before. But man... he was cute~. From what Axel could see from the reflection on the left side of the room from where the Prince was standing at a balcony, he had deep blue eyes that glittered from the moonlight and really odd hair. As if windswept and reaching towards the sky in blond off layers. Of course, Axel might as well be a hypocrite if he called the hair 'odd', speaking of his own juts of naturally ruby spikes. His clothing looked half ways normal but was kind of sagging in a few places, giving Axel a good look at the boy's backside. Oh thank god he was gay and could think this. That and just naturally being a pervert.

A sudden jolt of pain to his chest made Axel forcibly bite his lip and looked down his chest at the marking. It was a sign that he needed to get out... now, or else become bait for the other guards to attack while Cabin Boy Demyx and Xigbar took out the town's people in the ballroom. Okay Axel. Bring him in. Drawing a silent breath, the red head readied a cord of rope around his fingers and a chemical dabbed piece of cloth as he crept behind the boy sitting at the balcony. In one swift movement, Axel placed a hand over the boy's mouth and effectively closed his nose. "Now if you can come along silently and I won't have to drug you into sleep, Princey." Axel growled into the boy's ear in a low order. Axel normally would've drugged this boy up with the handkerchief but something half told the red head the boy might cooperate. Besides, Axel wanted to talk to this boy before the Captain threw him in the bilge. He seemed... interesting.

The chilling hair brought golden hair into bright azure eyes, as he clung to the railing with a calm expression. He was truly a temperamental prince; he despised those so easily, and would throw them away without much thought. However he had always been told that a great King would be a calm, collected King, able to work through any problem with ease. It had been hard, stuffing the feelings deep into his heart where they could not surface, not show on his blank mask of a face. He was complicated; he was wary of others and aggressive, standing his ground no matter how hard another pushed. But he had to be strong for his Kingdom. He could not only think about himself, but his entire life, every choice, was at the sake of his people. All their hopes rested on his shoulders, and it was an exasperating weight. Sighing, Roxas pulled his fingers through his spiky hair, closing his eyes for a moment as the wind softly slapped his face.

Eyes snapped open to the almost non-existent sound of a door opening, and as he heard it close once more, he did not move an inch. Someone who would have knew him, no, if it were a guard or a noble they would have closed the door clumsily, loud, drawing attention to themselves by calling out to him with an irritatingly loud voice. However no voice came to bite at his ears and his suspicion only became greater as he realized it may be assassin. No, if it were an assassin, a weapon would have already been thrown at him, trying to get rid of him quickly and efficiently. He was in a kidnapping again...

The Prince did not tense or stiffen. Although he realized he was in a reoccurring event that he did not want to dwell on, he knew if he did either of those things he would be given away. It was best to get this kidnapper in close quarters so that he could easily shove him off and attack. Roxas knew that he would have no help this time, this was his Sister's birthday party and he needed more guards stationed where she was then where he was. She was more important to him then himself, and she could not protect herself. After Roxas had almost been kidnapped the first time, he had been trained mercilessly so that he could hold his own against such things. This was also another reason why he wore clothing that covered most of his skin, because every piece of skin except his smooth face was riddled in scars from the endless error and trial he had been put through. However you never know if the training would come in handy until it actually happened. Looking out to the moon again, he sighed as he waited for what was to come.

This was not expected.Intense blue eyes widened slightly in surprise as his mouth and nose were covered by a strong, firm hand, hiding his face from view. This is what Roxas wanted - it was easier to take someone down if they were un-expecting and had the "upper hand". Not many would think that Princes would go through training, for they were supposedly always doing their studies, which he had to do, learning etiquette, and all sorts of things that were "more important". But with a country that lost its King because of an assassination, it was on high guard for any suspicious activity. It was the only thing they could do after such a devastating event. The deep voice however and the order that tickled his ear challenged the Roxas' huge pride, as his eyes slowly slitted in amusement, his lips quirking upwards. Roxas brought his head up in almost a nod, as if he were to agree, before he shoved his elbow into the chest of this taller man, propelling him around five feet forward as he quickly caught his footing and swerved to see this man's face, his hand already pulling out his sword at his side.

The Prince took in the man's strange features in clothing, realizing that he was a Pirate. Eyes slitting to the point he looked like a cat, he held his sword out with a challenging look. "You wish Pirate."