Axel's sight was fading. The weird, shifting tunnel that was the Betwixt and Between kept turning black in a most disconcerting fashion. He could feel little bits of his memory fading. He couldn't recall his childhood as a Somebody, nor his favorite color, or... or... the one blue-haired friend's name. He grasped for the memory, knowing instinctively it was important, but it slipped through his grasp and joined the multitude of things he knew he should know, but couldn't quite remember. He supposed he should be afraid, since his soul was slowly slipping away, and wasn't that like dying? Wasn't dying scary? Axel didn't feel scared, but he was a Nobody. A Nobody with no friends anymore. Roxas, the great fool that he was, had rejoined Sora. He'd seen it in Sora's eyes as he'd watched Axel gasping on the ground of the corridor. Xion was gone, off to who knew where. Something about taking Roxas's power. A flash of pain blew through Axel, and he grunted. It felt... hot? Axel was fireproof, right? The same sensation returned, only worse. It felt like his power was turning on him, burning through his body and soul. It ravaged through his memories, destroying them with a ferocity that surprised even the experienced pyro. It even surpassed the distruction that... what was her name? Axel could remember her face, with blonde hair that looked like antennae and blue eyes. Her rages were... something. Axel wasn't sure any more. Galvanized by something he couldn't quite understand, Axel tried even harder to hold on. But her face was dissolving, and he couldn't hold the pieces. All he was left with was a sense of loss, that he couldn't explain. That was Axel's existance, burning pain and a set of mysteries that he wouldn't have time to solve. Wasn't death supposed to be quick? Wasn't it supposed to stop the pain? Axel didn't know, but he now knew why death induced so much terror. Is this what Somebodies had to go through? Why would... that one guy want a... heart? Axel couldn't remember anything... only Roxas's farewell in front of the Skyscraper of Naught. It was... it was... and then even that slipped away. All he was left with was intense, ravening burning and his own name. Then, he felt his hold on that slip away... He summoned his last bit of strength, and whispered, so softly he couldn't even hear it, "I am... Lea..." And then, with a final surge of hot pain, he was nothing.
A/N: I was not expecting this to be updated, but this came to me on a long bus ride. I hope somebody enjoys it. If you did, leave a review telling me why. And if you didn't, also leave a review telling me why. If you think it wasn't good or bad, leave a review telling me something that you really like to read, book or fanfiction. Thanks. Peace out.