Be More than My Friend

(Leon POV)

My heart froze in my chest once I heard him say that. "Shit...I'm discovered..." My thoughts were racing at a mile a minute, scrambling as I heard them looking for me.

"Where are you...?" Ryxtha asked, as if I were some lost child.

They were drawing nearer to my position.

There was no point in running, they'd chase me. The best bet was to pray that they wouldn't find me if I just sat still without a word. Why did I have to sneeze? I will forever curse my sinuses...

Xigbar was apparently the guy with the eye-patch from earlier, I knew as he peeked his head around the corner, eye scanning for his culprit. He smiled a cunning, huge grin upon seeing me. "Well? Look who it is."

I, on instinct, drew my gunblade and pointed it at his head, fingers so close to pulling the trigger that one jerk and he'd be history.

I felt cold metal on the side of my head. I looked in the corner of my eye, and I saw Ryxtha, another person from earlier, and I sighed once I'd realized she was pointing one of her gunblades at my head. She had two...and the question of where she got them went spiraling through my mind. There wasn't much time to find an answer, because she coldly claimed, "You pull that trigger, I'm pulling mine."

I was going to shoot anyway, but I found muself lowering my gunblade. I stood at my full height, proving to be taller than the both of them (not really much by Xigbar, but a longshot by Ryxtha).

"Who are you?" Xigbar asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Who are you?" I asked back, frowning and rolling my eyes.

"Don't answer a question with a question, kid. Why were you spying, hm?" He said.

I pursed my lips shut, I don't have to tell them anything. Why should I? They told me nothing.

"Can't speak?" He asked, leaning closer to me, too close. Our noses were almost touching, and it was weird.

Before I could blink a second time, I felt my wrists being bound behind me. I noticed that he'd moved behind me, but how? He was just right in front of me...

"We'll just see if you'll talk to the Superior." He said, smiling cunningly.

A dark portal opened, affronting me.

(Roxas POV)

I sat in my room, strumming a few notes on my secret guitar that no one knew about. I didn't want anyone to know I was a musician, especially not Demyx or Axel...or Toxen...so I kept this under wraps. I wrote music to just get out my feelings, so I could have a productive way to say what I need to.

Then...that guy from earlier touched my mind for the umpteenth time today. What is it about him? Why am he so involved in my thoughts. It's been 4 hours and 34 minutes since I'd seen him, and I can't forget him.

My thoughts stopped abruptly when a gentle knock occurred on my door.

I threw my guitar in its case and shoved it under the bed, covering it with the yellowish-orange sheets that hung down from the side of my bed. I jumped on my bed and casually sat. I answered, "It's open."

Xera, petite, pink haired Xera, opened my door. She smiled gently. "Superior called a meeting in the Round Room, Chéri. I thought I'd come get you."

"Yeah, thanks." I jumped off the bed, smoothing out my jacket and I followed her to the Round Room.

The Round Room was full of the members, chatting amongst those close to them in their seats and waiting for the meeting to start.

"Do you know what this meeting was called for?" I asked my seat-neighbor, Toxen, as she shrugged.

"No." She answered, "But Xigbar and Xemnas aren't in their chairs...so, something must be going on between them."

"Maybe Xigbar got in trouble again..." I muttered as I saw Xemnas walk out, to the center of the room. He rarely stood on the ground level, so this must be important.

"My Dearest Organization," Xemnas addressed us, vociferating with great volume as he spoke, "It has come to my attention that while Number II and XIV were out and about in Hollow Bastion, they were being followed by a spy." He turned back and yelled, "Bring forth the spy!"

Xigbar walked forth, dragging a long, black chain behind him. He stopped and yanked the chain, and out came a fighting, fiery...

Leon.

I don't know how I knew his name...but I felt like...like I knew him. Leon. Leon. Leon...who are you? And why am I so attached to you?

Leon struggled and fought for freedom, but the chains were made of darkness, meaning they were eternal and wouldn't cease unless commanded by a user of darkness. He was gagged and his hands were bound, the cuff of the chain enclosed around his neck like a dog leash. He was bloody and battered, bruised and he was screaming under that gag, screaming with anger and rage...but not terror. Not fear.

I sat back and chewed on my lip, trying to constrict what I wanted to say so hard that I bit the flesh and blood poured down my face. I wiped it with my sleeve, sealing my lips shut. I wanted to rise and scream for Xemnas not to hurt him...to let him go.

Xemnas walked right up to him. "Kneel." He commanded.

Leon stood his ground, literally, standing tall and unafraid.

Xemnas materialized an Ethereal Blade, just one, and stabbed Leon's knee.

I gasped, covering my mouth and constricting my tears.

Leon screeched and fell on his good knee. He held his head down until Xemnas tilted it up.

"Leon..." He stared into the man's raging blue eyes, "You stand before me in anger and rage, fire, indeed...but not fear. Why? Why are you unafraid?" He ripped off the gag so Leon could reply.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. I will never be afraid of you." His voice was fierce and calm, until he yelled, "NEVER!", everyone in the room except for Xemnas screaming or jumping. Leon struggled to be released from the chains, his wrists were bleeding, he'd tried so hard.

But Xemnas smiled calmly. "You are indeed useful."

Leon grew so angry that if he could, he would have probably hit Xemnas. His eyes burned with bushels of rage, so much that they could probably actually burn something. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm giving you a choice, Leon." Xemnas explained. "Look down at your knee."

He did so. He was practically floating in a pool of his own blood. "So?"

"So, you will die here today. You have two options, and I do not pose this to everyone, so choose wisely. The first one is that you'll live as a dusk, and I'll take your heartless for my own good. You will work under one of the Nobodies you see before you. The second option is that you'll work loosely under me for my Organization, killing all the heartless you desire and collecting the hearts. And, you'll get your life back, because the promise to you is the same promise to everyone, we get our hearts back. You have two options, all because of your powerful, raging heart. So, once again, choose wisely."

He knelt before Xemnas, the pool of blood increasing in size. Xemnas was right. He was running out of time...he's basically draining.

"Fine!" He eventually spat, "I'll work under you." He was angry that he was so limited, but it was obvious which option was better.

"I thought you might've chosen that one." Xemnas said, raising an Ethereal Blade and slashing so quickly, no one even knew what happened until Leon fell forward, bleeding out. He had just died, and we were sure of it when his heart left his body.