Xemnas was on his balcony as per usual when Axel disturbed his thoughts.
"Superior!... plotting away I see" Axel slowly walked towards the superior, a slight grin on his face.
Xemnas didn't bother to break his distant gaze
"Number 8, to what reason do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Oh... I think we both know the reason I'm here..." the pryo's hands twisted in the air as he made the flames conjure his chackrams, his hair more on edge than usual with a fierce flame of rage in his eye.
"I have some questions I need you to answer"
As Axel took another step towards Xemnas, he heard a loud metallic crash as Saïx's blade pressed against his neck. The sword itself was crossing his body as Saïx stood behind, rendering the red head motionless.

While unable to move he couldn't help but laugh.
"Still the devoted dog as ever, hey Saïx? Tell me" He smiled
"how does his boot taste?"
Axel shivered as he felt Saïx grin behind him, as he whispered menacingly
"I wouldn't know, but I'm sure it has a better taste to it than your bloodied hands. Tell ME Number 8, how is our new recruit after you burnt her faced off? Although we both know that's not the worst of your crimes, isn't it?"
Quivering with rage, the red head's features were covered in darkness as he tried to control his flaming anguish.
"How dare you... You sick BASTARD"

With that Axel broke free of the lapdog's grasp with a surge of flame, quickly swinging chackrams which were just as easily parried. A left swing followed by a right in a flurry of fire, not a blow made on the scarred demon as he blocked or parried each swipe. Blue, silver and flames blended together as the two warriors quickened their pace.
Xemnas yawned. As he turned to face the chaos, Saïx was kneeling in front of him, with a panting Axel in the same place as their fight, a confused look on his face.
"Saïx, your meaningless brawling bores me" Droned the superior
"Either we should give the child the answers he seeks... OR" He grinned at his blue-haired dog
"We should make him want to not ask anymore"

Axel bewildered expression mixed with anger
"Hang on; I've been putting this off long enough!"
Taking another step forward, Axel froze when he saw Saïx rise from the ground like a harbinger of death, then turn towards it with a frightening expression on his face.
"And I take that as proof of you knowing your place, although as your head seems to be swelling, it might be a good idea to deflate it a little. As it certainly has no reason to be any bigger. After all, you're the cause of death to so many innocents"

Although it was said through gritted teeth, the hate behind Axel's words could still be heard
"And I'm the only one with bloody hands? YOU'RE the one who WANTED me to kill all those people!"
"Now Number 8" Xemnas stated
"Getting angry won't change things. To be honest, I thought you were smarter than this; charging head into the problem... You've had a year to think about things, and yet you're acting as mindless as a Heartless. If Number 9's death affects you in such a way, then maybe he's the one holding you back on getting what you want."
Out of all the bull-shit Xemnas had ever sprouted, this had to be the worst... Although he did have something right; Axel used to be better than this. This heartless man had let his emotions of his lost love take over to the extent where he wasn't thinking straight...

Axel chuckled
"Alright old man, no need to twist the knife anymore. I'll play your game... I'll find out how you're connected to Demyx by myself as well as his connection on Uxίa... Not forgetting about Roxas of course"
With that Axel smiled, turned and walked away.

Xemnas turned his back to Axel's figure to look over the balcony once more
"Saïx, you know what to do"
Without a sound the moonlight berserker disappeared through a portal made by his master, leaving Xemnas to bask in the company of the night sky.

Uxίa hadn't moved from her bed in the infirmary. She had nowhere to go after all... Xigbar would be with with Luxord, as per usual, at the beach... The beach sounds nice.
Then there they were again, spasms of pain surging through her head, contradicting the feeling of happiness that came with it. She knew it wasn't the fact that she enjoyed the pain, far from it, but there was some kind of correlation between this pain and her emotions... Although everything she tried to think of it, the only thing she would come up with was a simple colour... the colour red. The same as Axel's hair... Axel... Softly she touched her face... She knew she had some kind of connection to that man. Why else would she have cried when he was so cold to her or feel so empty when he wasn't there... She felt that the darkness held the answers, but part of her was scared of finding out the truth of why she could remember some things, but not others. Like what she was before-

"AHHHHHHH" she cried out as the spasms hit again, a lot more severely than the last. Panting and grunting she tried to control the pain but as she thrashed in her bad, it wouldn't stop. The next thing she knew she was being restrained by a Lexaeus... Lexaeus... How'd she know that? Another surge of pain struck as she struggled against the brute's rock-like grip. The next thing she knew, Lexaeus was on the floor covered in water and the pain had stopped. What was happening to her?!
She felt like her neck was about to snap as her reflexes made her face towards the sound of a clap. Another clap came after that, then after a pause came another
"As expected from one of my experiments"
That statement chilled Uxίa to the bone as she couldn't help but stare at the menacing face of Vexen who was leaning against the doorframe with a sinister thought in his mind.

At that moment Axel had just got to his room. He was going to think of a way to get the truth, whether it meant getting it from Xemnas or tearing this castle apart brick by brick... Although this time he was determined to do it in his style; with a little flare. He chuckled as he reached for the door handle, but at doing so a sensation ran through his fingers as his senses heightened. With every fiber of his body, he could sense another person in his room. Someone who shouldn't be there... Drawing a chackram with one hand and twisting the handle with the other, he prepared for the worst.