"I ain't got no car,

And I've got one pair of jeans..

They've been stretched too far,

And now they're weak at the seams..

I can't say what's next,

And I got nothin' up my sleeve.

But I don't lose my head,

Cause it ain't really up to me.."

Zexion quickly pushed himself off Axel, stumbling backwards and fumbling to grab his clothes, slipping them on hastily, not caring if they were backwards or inside out. He rushed to get his shirt on, the shirt not wanting to cooperate so he ripped it off and sprinted out of the room, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Groaning in frustration, Axel slowly slips his clothes on. Once done, he runs a hand through his hair, collapsing down onto the Red throne and holding his head in his hands. "I am an idiot."

"That you are." A voice spoke, masked by the shadows, leaning up against the door to the throne room.

Not giving a care to the owner, Axel grips his hair between his fingers, appearing as though he'd rip it out. "Just leave me alone..."

The figure smirked. "But why would I do that?~" He drawled. "I can help you."

Axel lifts his head, fingers slowly slipping away to land on his knees, "You can?"

The figure stepped forward, sauntering. "I can!," he nodded. "But it is goin' to cost ya'."

Taking a deep breath, Axel stares into mischievous eyes. "I don't care what it costs, as long as Zexion is...happy." The statement leaving his lips, before he realizes what he just said.

The figure smirked. "You have to forget."

Red brows draw together. "I don't get it. What do I have to forget? Do...you mean Wonderland?"

"You have to forget yourself to become yourself." The figure drawled.

Looking down at his hands, Axel sighs, sick of riddles. "Fine...just tell me what I have to do."

The figured rolled his golden eyes. "Dumbass." The figure spits, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. "You have to forget Axel, and become Lea. You need to take the throne, but only as Lea."

Axel glares at him, "Shut up, I'm...new to this."

Standing up, he stares down at the Red throne. A shaky breath ghosts from his lips, fingers trailing over one of the armrests. Memories of his life as 'Axel' drift through his mind, the people he's met, and befriended, every single day, no matter how bad or good. But he knows if he keeps those memories, a hole will always be in his life. Inhaling confidently, he sits down, not as Axel, but wanting to be Lea.

The figure smirked. "Follow me." He turned, melding into the shadows and walking along the walls outside of the castle. Springing to his feet, the red head darts after the figure.

The figure smirked, leading Axel up, and up, and up. Hours slowly passed, daylight fading to the bright blue moon as the figure led Axel up a stony mountain, silent and unseen against the glowing bright blue moon. Even as the temperature slowly began to drop, Axel didn't question the figure once. Step after step they went, his legs slowly turning to jelly.

The figure stopped, over looking a rugged cliff. Deep, dark black waves crashed loudly against the cliff, ominous sounds bouncing off the blanket off night. Axel comes to a halt beside him, eyes staring into the depths below. Stepping closer, rocks fall away, tumbling into the raging water. Hands come to clasp against Axel's shoulder, the skin, revealed from the pale blue moonlight, was tan and smooth, the nails painted black and white, black and white.

"Remember." The figure whispered, before Axel was pushed off the cliff with his next breathe. Axel's scream resounds off the cliff walls, dulled by the pounding waves. Emerald eyes squeezed shut as he hits the ice cold water, the pain from the impact barely covering the shivers.

"Remember Lea! Remember!" The figure called over the crashing waves. "You've been in this situation before! Remember?" The figure screamed, eyes glowing a pale yellow as he disappeared around the cliff. "Remember!"

His thrashing limbs still, the heat in his body growing steadily. In his mind's eye, he sees a tiny flame, orange, red and yellow dancing together. It waltzes in the darkness, burning away the identity he had been given in the mortal world.

Eyes snap open, fire encasing his lanky form as he sets his sights on the surface of the water. From the outside view, all that can be seen is a hand reaching for one of the many rocks, damp, soggy red spikes rising from the water. The rest of his body slowly follows, blazing jade eyes staring up at where the figure had been standing, determination set in his features.

The figure smirked as he appeared in the shadowed corner of Zexion's bedroom. "It's done." He spoke softly, nodding towards the mountain in the distance, high in the sky.

"Thank you, 'abberwocky." Zexion spoke softly, curled up in his bed.

"Ienzo." The figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and looming. Hidden under a clean white clock, black flames embroidered and set against the fabric; white hair peeking out from the hood of a scarred, stitched face. Black and white painted finger nails extended. "It had to be done. You know he can't take the throne if he is infected by the mortal realm."

Zexion -Ienzo- turned over, sighing softly and curling up under his lush, red and purple covers. "I know.."

"Can't you see the faces melting as the sun rains from their eye?

Who are you to keep your head with the hearts that you hand behind?

Look at yourself, look in the mirror, don't you see a lie,

That you tell yourself again a thousand times?

And the truth that makes us laugh will make you cry.."

Back at the cliff, he stands, no longer wet, staring in the direction of the castle. Blood leaks from a cut above his eyebrow, spilling on his pale skin. Anger, not sure where it's directed, runs through his veins, like that of freshly spewed lava. Jade eyes stay set on his destination as he walks, knowing he's been gone for too long.

Zexion lays curled up, under purple sheets, and a plush red comforter. Red fabric drapes around his bed, concealing the pale stone walls, lined with bookshelves and red, plush carpeting; purple furniture accenting the room. He pushed his head against the heart shaped pillows, little I's, Z's, L's and A's embroidered in, in their respective, blended colours.

Footsteps echo in the halls, as Lea stomps through, knowing exactly where to go. He shoves the normally heavy, thick, wooden door open. The heels of his boots are muted by the carpet as he makes his way over to the bed, the slightly transparent drapes shielding him from being seen by the one on the bed.

Zexion was slowly drifting off, hands curled by his face as he slept on his side. Zexion didn't really move when he heard the doors being pushed open and thud silently shut, he assumed it was just a servant, or maybe Larxene coming to bug him about fabric or.. something.

Lea's fingers curl around the thick and heavy drapes, pushing them away. Not bothering with his shoes, he flops onto the bed, wrapping his arms around the smaller's frame. As he pulls Zexion against his chest, Lea smiles wickedly against his ear, "I'm back~." he says in a sing-song voice.

Zexion freezes, his body becoming tense as his eyes fly open, wide, his heart pounding violently in his chest as blood rushes, pounding in is ears. T-Those arms.. T-That voice.. T-That c-chest.. their heart beats.. "L-Lea.." He whispered, gasping softly, leaning back cautiously against his chest.

Fingers lace together over Zexion's stomach. "The one and only." he mumbles, pecking the others ear lightly. "Miss me?"

Zexion broke down quickly, collapsing into, and against, Lea and curling up, turning around to cling to his chest, gripping his shirt as tears pour from his eyes. He gasped, "L-Lea!" He sobbed softly, relief pouring through him.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm here now." Lea whispers, stroking Zexion's hair away from his face. Rubbing circles on the others back, Lea smiles down at him.

"L-Lea! Le-Lea! Lea!" Zexion keeps repeating, pressing himself flush against Lea's muscular chest, gripping his red shirt tightly between his fingers and sobbing, practically crawling on top of the other as his hair sticks to his tear-stained face.

Rolling over onto his back, Lea runs his fingers through Zexion's hair over and over, letting the other get it all out. "It's okay Ienzo, I'm here." he says, over and over, making sure the other hears him. Zexion practically collapsed, pushing his head into the crook of Lea's neck and pressing himself flush against, straddling his lover's waist. Winding his arms around Zexion's waist. Lea pecks the side of Zexion -No. Ienzo, always Ienzo's- hair. Ienzo wrapped his arms around Lea's neck, crying softly. "Y-You're back.. you're f-finally back.."

Pushing Ienzo back, Lea cups the small chin in his hands, looking straight into puffy eyes. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Ienzo leaned forward, smashing their lips together and gripping at Lea's hair. Slightly surprised at the sudden action, Lea relaxes into it just as fast. Keeping his hands on Ienzo's hips, he kisses back with equal force. Ienzo felt tears slip down his cheeks as he traced Lea's body with his finger tips. High cheek bones, strong jaw, a muscled neck and a firm, lick-able, collarbone. He groaned pleadingly. "Lea. Lea. Lea. Lea-!" Grinning wide, Lea pulls Ienzo's lips back down to his, not wanting to let the other go. No, not now that he's got him again.

Ienzo clung to Lea for dear life. His knight, his King, his other half was back, and he wasn't letting him go. He clung to Lea's broad shoulders as tears poured down his cheeks, sticking his slate coloured hair to his face. Pushing away the blue-gray tresses, Lea tries to wipe some of the tears off the others face. "Calm down, I'm not going anywhere." He spoke soothingly, caressing his fingers through the others hair.

"Lea.." He breathed, whispering the name softly, as if it were sacred, as he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and clung to him tightly, like a small child.

Smiling into his hair, Lea holds him close, wanting to make him nothing but happy, "Ienzo."

Ienzo practically felt himself melt against the muscular body below him. The way he whispered his name, that it sent shivers down his spine and goosebumps to rise on his skin as if it were cold out. Oh how he missed that name that came from those luscious lips, -his name-. Running his fingers over the small of Ienzo's back, Lea props himself up on one of the many pillows. Ienzo molded himself to Lea as the curtains around their bed fell back into place, basking them in darkness. Knowing the other by memory, Lea lifts his face, letting the pad of his thumb graze Ienzo's bottom lip.

Ienzo's eyes drifted close, his lips parting silently as breath ghosted from his lips. His eyes darkened to a deep purple, ghosting over with an unseen emotion as purple met green and glowed in the night. Chuckling, Lea leans down, "I hope you don't have anything you need to get done today." Ienzo felt a blush spread across his cheeks, like a wild fire in a forest.. made of trees of the brightest green.. and fire of the hottest.. most tempting, and tantalizing red.. burning hotter.. and hotter.. and deeper.. Ienzo gasped, his heart pounding as he licked his lips, his throat going dry. Pecking his lips, Lea back away before it -he- can get carried away. "Well my little prince, what do you want to do?"

Kissing the tip of Ienzo's nose, Lea keeps the other close, bathing in the happiness that radiates from Ienzo. Ienzo snuggled down happily against Lea, his personality changing to one of sheer bliss, and happiness, as he radiated a soft purple glow from his skin, snuggling against Lea's muscular build. Sharp emeralds soften at the sight, the want to make that glow never leave Ienzo's skin. Ienzo was finally drifting into a soft sleep, heat, a soft warmth, ebbing at his bones as a knock resounded throughout the room, against the deep, cherry oak, ornate door.

"Your majesty?" Roxas spoke softly. Roxas' eyes widen. "A-Axel! I-I w-was jus-just coming t-to g-get Z-Zexion about you!" His heart pounded violently. Oh was Axel beautiful, but Lea was just gorgeous.

Lea laughs, leaning back against the solid, wooden door, having left the room quietly as not to disturb Ienzo, whispering softly against his ear that he will only be a moment, that he would come back soon. It hurt him to leave, even for only a moment. "Zexion huh? Changed his name?...I like it," He says, smirking at the blonde as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Which name do you like better, Rox-as?"

Roxas flushed, ducking his head, hands coming to clasp in front of his body. "I-I like b-both, your Highness."

"Nn," Zexion draped himself across Lea's back, chin rest on his shoulder, eyes closed as arms moved around his broad waist. "'aby who is 't?"

A large grin forces the smirk to vanish, "Just a little rabbit is all." He chuckled, "I thought I told you I would only be a minute?" Lea tilts his head back, his fingers covering those on his waist, he turns his attention back to the blonde before him, "What did you want again, Roxas?"

Roxas quickly shook his head, stepping back as his heart twisted painfully. No! No! Zexion -Ienzo- was supposed to be his!

"G-Goodnight my lords." He bowed his head, turning and quickly scurrying off, long having changed back into his black slacks and formal shirts and attire.

Turning around in the others arms, Lea laughs lightly, "Such a twitchy little 'uy, isn't he?"

Ienzo let a tired smile pull at his lips as he nodded, nuzzling Lea's neck with his nose. "'ome 'ack to bed." He whispered tiredly, longingly, as he let out a soft groan.

Lifting Ienzo up into his arms, Lea strides over the threshold, pushing the door shut with his foot. Lying Ienzo down, he smiles, the drape, that had fallen back down, giving a mystifying quality to the smaller's dozing form. Ienzo held an arm out, beckoning Lea back to bed as he burrowed under the covers, his eyes half closed as they glowed a soft purple in the night. Slipping past the veil, Lea sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning back to fall beside the other, a smile sitting comfortably upon his lips.

Ienzo moved to quickly press himself flush against Lea's side, half his body on his chest as he leaned against him, limp with sleep, his hair falling to cover his face and his pale, glowing eyelids. Lea pushes some of the strands away, reveling in the peace and majestic sense of finally being with the one who was meant for him. Keeping an arm around him, Lea sighs. It had really been too long.

Ienzo mumbled softly, " 'u ok 'ove?" Sleep was ebbing at his mind, begging him to come back to its warmth and comfort, but Lea was troubled, his mind slowly waking up.

"Just..." Lea shakes his head, "Nothing that can't wait till morning. You need your sleep, you've had a packed day." Lea lets his head relax into a pillow, a pillow that smelled of home, eyes fluttering closed.

Ienzo sighed, nodding, already drifting back into the hands of sleep. Cracking an eye open, Lea watches as Ienzo falls back into a peaceful slumber. Something seemed off key to him, and determined as he is, he won't let Ienzo wake up alone. No, it'll wait till morning.

"You were so young..

And I guess I'm old.

Open your eyes,

I'll keep mine closed.

I prefer standing..

And you take your seat.

I'll be wide awake,

And you'll fall asleep.

And you'll fall down a hole..

That's the one place we both know.

You take me with you if you could, but I wouldn't go..

I guess that sometimes we both loose our minds,

To find a better road."

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