The red head sighed, anxiety of the lost chance of the battle, gone from his system.. at least for the moment. He turned to the blonde, hands placed upon his hips. "So.. what're we supposed to do now? In the meantime, I mean.. while we wait for that guy to come back for his second attempt at getting passed us, and inside to get the girl."

The blonde blinked, obviously bored, in response at first before he simply shrugged. "I'm not really sure to tell the truth, but I'm sure we've got quite a bit of time to kill.." The red head could tell that the other was barely listening. He knew he was just as bored as he was, but.. there was something else too.

That something was quite important and maybe even stressful for the other, or so he guessed from the look that had come upon the boy's face. He was thinking quite hard, and it made the fiery male think that what the other was thinking about was just what he'd been dreading. He'd been trying to think of ways to convince Roxas otherwise, but so far, he hadn't been able to really think up anything good. In the end, it wasn't his choice to make anyhow, and it probably wasn't his place to stop him from doing what he felt he needed to or wanted to, or to even simply try.

Axel finally smirked, though it was a faint one with traces of sadness within it that he was trying to hide. He didn't want to let the other see. "Just.. make sure you say good-bye first, okay?" he said to the other, glancing to him for a brief moment before he had started to walk off. The boy's messy bangs hid his eyes from anyone's view, a colder aura being given off... a lonelier one. "Why?" He began. "What difference would some 'good-bye' make if I'm leaving anyway?" He asked, his tone just as cold as his aura. "Just a good-bye wouldn't make a difference.. or matter... my leaving is the same."

At this, his words reaching the red head's ears, Axel stopped.. freezing completely. "You're wrong.." He started softly, smirk now pained as he paused, his hands balling into tight fists. "You're so wrong!" His tone raised, and he grabbed the wrist of the boy who had begun to walk away from him. "How can you say it doesn't matter?! Because it does! Do you... just think I don't.. care? I mean.. what about me? I'm... no.. we're supposed to be best friends. Am I now, or have I been, wrong about that?!" His tone was sharp, anger and frustration at what he'd said, obvious.

Roxas had turned to look at the fiery red head, surprised. He hadn't.. expected any of that from Axel. Such an exclamation.. and he could easily see how mad he was in return to what he'd said. His own sadness, fear, and pain of it was obvious in those deep sapphire pools. "Axel.." He looked up to those blazing emerald orbs, feeling so guilty, feeling so small... and alone, with the look he was getting in return. "No, its not.. its not like that. I didn't... and don' think that you don't care.." His eyes screamed how helpless he felt, before they fell to the ground, golden locks hanging over his eyes to once more conceal them from view.

"I'm just... at a loss right now. He's there.. and at any time, I could be forced to disappear. None of you have to worry about a fear like that... because your somebodies didn't survive their heart being stolen, to rise back from it.. but he did. He's here.. and now I am too. Eventually, both sides will soon have it in their heads to have us join once more, and I don't know what happens then! Do I just.. join with him and still have some kind of 'sense of self'? Or..." He trailed off, not wanting to have to really say that unspoken fear. Saying it, made it all the more real, or rather.. it gave it all the more chance of becoming so. "Or.. will I just... die?"

'Thats what he's been thinking about? All this time... its been that? The fear of what might happen at reuniting with his somebody once more? What... What will happen? He won't... he can't... die. He's a person too! A living, breathing, person. We nobodies.. do we really not deserve to live that much? I can.. believe that for me.. but not for him! Who thinks they get to decide this!?' He couldn't, or he didn't want to, believe that he could.. and probably would loose Roxas in such a great, severe way. He didn't want to loose him.. it wasn't fair that people even wanting to control any part of his life. His life! No one else's! And that meant.. no one else should be able to decide such things. He wasn't a toy! "You won't die." He said firmly.

The blonde smiled painfully. "How can you be so sure?" He asked weakly. "I just can't believe, and won't, that, that is what will happen." A cold, saddened, weak laugh escaped the blonde's lips. "I wish I could be as sure as you seem to be." It was ripping him apart, seeing how much the blonde was breaking. He didn't know what he could possibly do to help, but he felt that he had to do something!

'How soon will it be? Both sides are making moves.. and getting impatient. S-' Roxas stopped mid thought as he felt himself be pulled back, and close to something warm.. so warm. He felt arms being wrapped around him so tightly, and felt... his lips meet with the other's. He smiled weakly through the kiss, closing his eyes as he let himself indulge in the kiss, and relax from his tense reaction into one that show his comfort at the fiery male's actions.

The blonde's eyes remained closed, and he focused on the greatest and most important feelings that he'd ever felt... He felt safe, and most of all.. he felt... Loved.

//-+-\\

The young girl froze as she heard Xemnas' voice, not even daring to look up at her captor. She didn't want to see those eyes.. those eyes that were so lost in darkness. She wished that he hadn't come. She wished that she had never been kidnapped, and that she was still mending Sora's memories, to fix the mistake that she had made. She'd already hurt Sora once, and she didn't want to do it again by force of the organization. She'd done enough damage as it was.

The silver haired male bent down, trying to look the girl straight in the eye. His eyes and whole stature was emotionless. It was rare that he did show any emotion. After all, he wasn't supposed to have them anyway, being a nobody. "I won't do whatever it is you want." The young blonde said, shakily as she tried to stare bravely and unwaveringly at him in return. On the outside, she held up rather well, but on the inside.. she was terrified. "I hurt him once in result of your group's threats.. I can't and won't hurt him again. I have to restore his memories and fix my mistake."

Xemnas' emotionless stare didn't change as the girl spoke but he did feel a twinge of annoyance as she openly denied anything he might say or rather, anything he might order. But finally a smirk came to his lips. It was a rather surprising thing, but more creepy than anything. "You're right, you will restore his memories..." He said, smirk never fading. Naminé found herself confused though at Xemnas' words. Surely he did not mean that.. for if Sora's memories were restored, he would once again fight for the side of the light, and Xemnas and his Organization.

"..As I so define." The man completed the thought or, rather..again, order. And now Naminé understood. Sora's memories as defined by himself.. that was what he wanted... For him to do such a thing to the young keyblade master... that would surely result in the return of their hero, but not as they once knew..