White, was the last color he saw as Sora continued to the World that Never Was and belatedly his mind tied to something far known for the color of white. Snow, he thought, watching as the last of Sora faded from his vision, it was snowing when she left too. It seems, to Axel, when nobodies died, for the final time, that they received the memories and soul thought to be lost. How ironic, that the thing they searched for, their identities would be given back when they died, and yet what use was it to them then? Axel twitched lightly as his red hair brushed against one of his festering wounds, he could almost feel the pale hands tending to his every scratch, just like before.
He could feel the cold seeping into his ragged sleeve that had ripped when he had fallen. Young eyes focused on bruised knuckles as he pushed up from his fallen position, he had gotten too careless while playing. Tears built in the corner of his eyes but he was ten, and refused to let them fall.
"Hey, are you all right?" A smart, female child was heard over his heavy thoughts and he turned. His best friend stood there arms crossed, nose pointing to the air. When he refused to respond, she huffed and stalked over. Tearing at the scarf that wrapped around her throat, she managed a strip that was just the right size for his new injury. "You're so clumsy, and I warned you not to go over here like a nut, there is ice." Her sharp voice reprimanded as she dealt with his injury and tugged him out of the snow.
Rei bit consciously at her lip as she stared out at the falling snowflakes, tender times nipping at her heels as she drew her fingers down the windowpane. There had been a time when Rei had not hated males, when she was still innocent to what tragedy would come. Where she lived in a small house instead of a small temple, and she had a family instead of just a grandfather and a man who should be a father. There was a time when she wasn't haunted by the solider of Mars, and that the color red showed only brightly on the head of one little boy.
Though it was over as soon as her family fell apart, her mother died and her father vanished into politics only to be seen by her eyes on the television screen. All she had left of the red-headed boy was gentle memories and the catch-phrase they once shared. It had been a taunt of intelligence against those who would tease them, but it was also their bind. Smiling grimly she laid against the window, watching as the snow mocked her because she was forced to leave. Curling her fingers into a fist she pressed against the window and smirked.
"Got it…" She trailed off as she could almost hear him complete it.
"Memorized." Axel murmured for the final time and his eyes closed, lost in the last memories of a childhood that should have had a happy ending.