Roxas looked at Axel curiously. He was wearing mostly black and red, with a little bit of white. It contrasted nicely with his pale skin, red hair, and emerald green eyes that were so deep, it was as if they could see all the way into your soul. Roxas gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of this complete stranger knowing all his thoughts, secrets, and his history.

"The name's Roxas!" He said happily, when he stopped staring at Axel's eyes. Roxas was still halfway on the curb, and the lights turned green. Axel had to pull him out of the way before he got hit.

"Hehe… Thanks. What was your name again?" Roxas asked. He knew what his name was, Roxas just wanted to hear Axel speak. He loved the man's voice. He would never admit that out loud.

"Axel."

"Right. You seem… familiar…"

"Familiar how?"

"I don't know… It's kinda hard to explain, and it's a little silly, but I feel like I've know you for a long time." Roxas said. It was a moment or two before Axel answered.

"You're right."

"You feel it too?" Roxas asked hopefully.

"No. That's silly. I've never seen or met you before in my life. I think I would remember if I met someone as cute as you Roxy."

"It's Roxas."

"Right. Sorry."

"No you're not."

"…Yea, you're right. I'm not sorry… Roxy…" Axel said, with a crooked smile that made Roxas' heart want to melt. Roxas shoved that feeling aside, and turned and stomped down the street.

He is so cute! Axel thought.

Demyx watched Axel and Roxas' conversation intently. He noticed Roxas blush several times during the conversation. If only I could hear what was going on! He thought. He noticed Axel laughing at a look on Roxas' face. If looks could kill, that look would be the death of us all. Axel must have said something to piss Roxas off, because he turned, and stomped away from Axel with a look on his face that made Demyx want to burst out with laughter. But the look on Roxas' face melted into one of embarrassment, and happiness, but only when Axel couldn't see it. Then Demyx remembered Zexion, and turned to the blue-haired boy to continue the conversation.

Who the hell does he think he is! Roxas thought after just getting home. He got so lost that he had to ask the police how to get back home. He was pissed, cold, and wet. He was wet because by the time he found the policeman it had started to sprinkle, and when he got halfway home, it started to pour. Cars were constantly splashing him with dirty brown water as they sped past.

Roxas took his wet clothes off, put them in the washer, and took a shower. In the shower, he thought about Axel. He thought about the way Axel looked at him, the way Axel talked to him, the way Axel's hair moved in the wind. Then he thought about the way he said that hated nickname, and he realized one thing. I do NOT like Axel. He's an ass. As he was thinking of how nice it would be to strangle Axel, a memory hit him.

"Today makes 255," Roxas said happily.

"What's that about?" Axel asked.

"It's been that many days since I first joined the Organization. Man time flies…"

"So you got the number memorized?"

"Yeah. Have to hang onto something right? It's not like I have memories from before. Don't you remember? I acted like a zombie." Roxas said. Axel put his hand on Roxas' shoulder and said, "Right, that first week you could barely form a sentence. But come on, you're still kind of a zombie." while laughing.

"Oh thanks!" Roxas said, while laughing as well. The two sat in silence for a moment, their laughter dissolving into remembering smiles. Axel broke the silence by saying, "Hey Roxas. Bet you don't know why the sun sets red." Roxas didn't reply, but he looked at the red setting sun. "You see, light is made up of lots of colors. And out of all those colors, red is the one that travels the farthest."

"Like I asked! Know-It-All!" Roxas replied, while laughing.

Roxas shook his head to try and shake the memory from it. It was a happy memory, but it brought a wave of sadness with it that made Roxas want to cry. This in turn made him hate Axel more. He wondered when he had experienced that memory. I just met him today… When did that happen? And I don't own that outfit… Roxas thought. He thought as far as his memory would take him, and he had never met the Axel in his life. Roxas was still thinking when another memory hit him.

He and Axel were walking in a dark and rainy street, holding hands and dancing in the rain. Roxas suddenly stopped and his expression turned serious. He looked into Axel's eyes and said "Axel… You know I love you right?"

"Yea. I know." Axel said with a smile.

"Well don't say anything back or anythi—" Axel silenced Roxas with a kiss on the lips.

"You didn't let me finish Roxy. I love you too." Axel said and kissed Roxas' lips once again.

Those three words meant so much, yet so little to Roxas. They meant that it would make it thirty times harder to leave than it already was, and they meant that it was time to go. He didn't want to leave, but he had to. He had to find out why the Keyblade chose him.

Axel was back at his apartment, but his mind was still on that street corner with Roxas. He couldn't get the blond off of his mind, and it was driving him crazy! He was thinking about how cute he looked when he blushed, or how angelic his voice sounded when it said his name. Then he was hit with another thought. Demyx…

When Axel saw Roxas, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I have to end it with him…

Demyx was fascinated by Zexion. He couldn't get the blue-haired boy off his mind. He thought about Zexion's smile, his hair, and the way his lips move when he talks, or smiles (which are RARE) I think I like him… Then he felt extremely guilty. Axel… He had made up his mind. He would tell Axel at school on Monday.

Zexion couldn't sleep. Images of Demyx were rolling around in his head, and destroying all important parts of his brain, like a bunch of cute blond dice. There was Demyx walking, Demyx talking, Demyx laughing, Demyx playing, Demyx reading, Demyx eating, and Zexion's favorite, Demyx sleeping. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, much like that of a young child. His mind played back the scene at the coffee shop when Axel kissed Demyx. It was only a short kiss, but it sent a flaring pain in his heart. He wanted to tell Demyx how he felt, but Axel would probably kill him. And he was also scared that Demyx wouldn't like him. Zexion didn't think he could handle that rejection. After all, Demyx had Axel. Axel was the most popular, and most wanted of all the kids at The Islands Academy. Zexion was well known, but not very well liked. Most people didn't even know he liked anyone. Zexion was known for his smarts, not his relationships. "I'll tell him how I feel next week." Zexion said to himself. Sighing contentedly, Zexion fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Roxas woke up determined to find out why he recognized Axel so much. Maybe I've seen him on Google Images before… He hooked up his Mac and when it started up, he went to Google. He clicked on Images and typed in Axel. He scrolled down, and saw a bunch of Axel in this weird all black suit, and he had these weird circular things in his hands. He scrolled back up and clicked on the related search that said 'Axel kingdom hearts 2'. He saw Axel in that outfit again, but he also saw him kissing a blond. He also found some pictures of Axel kissing a bunch of different guys. The blond one looked like a girl, but without boobs. He kept going, and scrolling through all the different pages until he got to one that had someone that looked like him, and someone that looked like Axel sitting somewhere high, eating blue ice cream. He looked at it for a moment, and scrolled on. He came across numerous ones of Axel and a small blond boy with hair that looked like Roxas'. In one picture you could see the faces. "That one looks like… I think the tall one is… Axel? Who's that girl with blond ha—OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! THAT GIRL IS ME?" Roxas shouted. He kept looking, but quickly scrolled over the obscene ones with him and Axel. Mostly all the pictures he had seen were drawings and most were good, and very realistic. Then one caught his eye. It was him, wearing a black trench coat thing, with black gloves, black boots, and the coat had a hood. He also had two key looking things in his hands. Keyblades…. His mind whispered to him. One was white, gold, and it had a bit of blue on it. Oathkeeper… his mind said. The other one was solid black and dangerous looking. Oblivion…

How did he know those things?

He continued to look until he found a picture of 13 people, all in the same outfits, and all had different weapons. The name under the picture said Organization 13. That name sent chills of sadness, loneliness, and hardship through him. He decided not to look into that any further. It was already noon, which means he wasted half of his last free day before he had to start school on Monday. He backed away from his computer and went downstairs to see what his abusive uncle was up to.

"'Bout time you got your lazy ass up." His uncle said.

"Well good morning to you too." Roxas mumbled under his breath.

"What was that? I didn't quite hear you."

"I said good morning uncle."

"That's more like it. Now go make me breakfast you lazy ass."

"But it's noo—"

"I don't care! Make me some fucking breakfast!" His uncle yelled while getting out of his chair. His black and grey striped hair swinging as he walked angrily toward Roxas. He got to Roxas, and kicked him hard in the shin. Once Roxas was down, his uncle kicked him repeatedly in the gut, legs, and arms. He kicked Roxas once more in the stomach, and once in the head for good measure.

"Don't back talk me boy!" His uncle told him. Roxas' only reply was a whimper of pain and misery. His uncle laughed at it while walking back to his chair. Roxas didn't look, but he knew his uncle sat down because he heard the springs rattle when he sat. Roxas waited for a few minutes to make sure he could walk, and he slowly got up to make his uncle some breakfast. He thought about putting poison in it, but with his luck, his uncle would either smell it, or the dose wouldn't be strong enough.

When he put the plate of eggs down, and the orange juice, and toast, he hobbled back to his room. When he passed by the Organization picture, he shuddered involuntarily again. It only made him scared, because he knew everyone's names, he knew the weapon they wielded, and the names they have, and he also knew that everyone in that picture died a long time ago. So that only begs one question: How was he here? Why was he here? What the Hell?

Well that was 3 questions, but who's counting?