It had been a week since Roxas left the castle. None more or less. He was gone. He wasn't present for any organization meetings. He wasn't in his room. He wasn't in the castle at all. He was gone, but he wasn't gone in Axel's thoughts. Everyday he thought of the younger boy. What if he died? What if he was brainwashed? What if he was lost? What would he do?
The rest of the organization didn't think anything of it. No one searched for him, no one cared, and no one missed him. Axel tried to stay strong, but Roxas… where was he? He couldn't help but shed tears for the boy.
"What's up with Axel? He's been cooped out in his room for a week now. I'm starting to worry." Demyx said. Demyx always had a kind heart, but the person he worried about the most was Axel. You could say he had a little crush on him. After all, Axel was in your face blunt, crafty, talented at burning things, and was Demyx's polar opposite. But opposites attract, like Demyx always said.
"He'll be fine, the little crybaby." Larxene spoke without hesitation. They were in the living room of the castle and not far from Axel's room.
"He's so sissy. So what if that little freak, Roxas dies? He was a little emo weirdo anyway." Larxene picked up her tea. Before she sipped it, she noticed ripples in the brownish water. Then the floor began to shake.
"What did you say about Roxas?" Axel appeared in front of Larxene, flaming with anger.
"I said that he was a little emo freak!" She said, laughing.
"Don't you dare call him that." Axel splashed the tea on the woman. "See you in hell."
"I can't get wet! NOOOOOOO!" She screamed. The nobody turned as black as charcoal and finally blew in to piece, which rained ash all over the room.
"Axel…" Demyx said, looking at the man. Tears ran down Axel's face, past the markings under his eyes and finally trickling off his chin. Had he gone nuts? What was he doing?
"I'm dizzy. I need a nap." Axel said, walking away from the scene like nothing happened.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the struggle match is ready to begin!"
Roxas blended into the crowd. He changed his clothes with clothes he stole from a store, keeping his identity secret when he did by concealing his face. He unzipped his coat half way and wore it like a cape, using the hood to keep a low profile.
He had been here for the past week, surprised that Axel didn't bother to chase him. He came here because it was the only other place he knew of that made him feel at home. He wanted to spend his last hours here, so he planed to stop here again when it was time. Why hadn't Axel come after him, Roxas asked himself. Was it something he said that got through to him? The real answer was something that Roxas would never want to hear.
"Axel's dying." Namine said, standing next to him while he rested. "Demyx, one thing will help him live. If I corrupt Axel's memories to make him forget Roxas, the cause of his depression, he will go back to normal. You will have happiness with him. But in return, Roxas will not be as happy." The decision was left to Demyx. Axel had been sick this whole week, Demyx thought. Who cares about Roxas, he's gonna disappear anyway. This will make Axel well and happy and me too.
"Corrupt his memory." Demyx spoke sternly.
"As you wish." Namine smiled evilly.
