Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters.

I also don't condone the abuse of alcohol. I'm a good influence.

This chapter is dedicated to the lovely Moka nee-chan. I know that life seems pretty crappy right now, but it'll get better, I promise babe. I'm here when you need to talk though, I might not offer the best advice, but I care. And, I hope this equates as a good enough plan on Axel's side. Please don't throw a desk at me.

9. They complete you.

"I'm frozen with this fear,

That you may disappear,

Before I've given you the truth."

Hot Chelle Rae_Bleed

Roxas had switched his phone off almost as soon as it had indicated that the message to Axel had been sent. The device was then tossed somewhere in the general direction of his door and he then curled himself into foetal position on the floor, his hunched over form leaning against the foot of his bed. His eyes kept flickering over to the wooden box that was placed on his desk, his fingers twitching with the need to grab it and stare at those photographs just a moment longer so that he could burn the image of Axel's face onto his eyes.

So he didn't have to think about the message that was probably being read by Axel at that precise moment.

If Roxas closed his eyes, he could almost see his best friend's face as he read the message, the little lines between his brows that appeared whenever he was confused, or angry, present as he stared at the screen of his phone in slight shock.

Or major shock.

Roxas wasn't sure how Axel would take it.

He didn't want to know.

He didn't want to think about what he had done.

So he sat there on the floor, his arms tightening their hold on his knees as he pressed himself into a tighter ball, burying his face onto the dark material of his jeans as the deep heaving breaths that he was taking eventually turned into desperate sobs that made breathing into a difficult task.

He hated crying.

It was easier to cry when he was angry or frustrated. But crying because he felt sadness became an entirely different matter. Because crying takes out all the anger from sadness. And sadness without anger is just raw and painful and emotional. Something that threatens to erase all joy from one's life, and leave one feeling empty and confused. Roxas didn't want to feel empty and confused. Not over Axel. Not over his best friend.

He laughed, the noise sounded so pathetic in the silence that surrounded him in that room that he winced when it echoed back into his ears.

Could he even call Axel his best friend anymore?

Hayner's words replayed in his head, the fact that Axel and him had never been 'just' best friends. But where did that leave them now?

They tried the 'more than best friends' thing Axel's way and Roxas couldn't do it anymore.

If they were never 'just' best friends, what was there to go back to?

With a strangled sounding whimper, Roxas let his head fall back into the cradle that his knees provided, trying to forget the world just until chest stopped feeling so empty.

And that was how Sora found him hours later, curled up in the dark of his room and trembling slightly from the exhaustion of crying.

"Roxas?" Sora called softly, pushing open the door to Roxas's room. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he took in the form of his roommate. The person that was refusing to look up at meet his gaze right now was a completely different person to the one that he had left only a few hours before.

Sora and Roxas weren't the closest of friends; in fact, they only became friends when they became roommates. Roxas had seen a flyer on the university notice board advertising Sora's need for a roommate and after a few infuriating months of living with Pence...Roxas was ready to giving anything a try. The first few days had been awkward, but it had become comfortable after a while, and the tense roommate friendship had turned into real friendship. And if there was one thing that Sora valued, it was his friends.

So when the blonde didn't reply to him calling his name, Sora quickly walked into the room, taking in the sight of the cell phone that was on the floor near the door, and the sound of the little gulps of air that Roxas was forcing down.

Sora had never seen Roxas cry.

"Roxas?" he tried again, sitting next to the blonde on the floor, his hand shooting out tentatively to rest on a shoulder.

There was another desperate gulp of air as Roxas tried to steady his voice. "I-I'm fine."

A warm smile donned Sora's lips even though he knew that Roxas couldn't see him in the dim lighting of the lamp that illuminated the room.

"No you aren't. So, you gonna tell me what happened?"

Sora brought his hand down from Roxas's shoulder, placing it instead on the floor between them. Roxas didn't speak for a while, and the only sound that could be heard was that of the two boys breathing. One calm and the other erratic.

"Axel was cheating on Naminé." Roxas paused, his fingers tracing inconsistent patterns on the floor near his feet, when he spoke again his voice was quiet, "with me."

There was a stunned silence and Roxas didn't really blame Sora for not saying anything. How does one respond to something like that?

"Roxas...cheating is so wrong..." Sora shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around the information that he had just heard, "you're my friend, and I know that you probably had your reasons for doing it but – wait. You said 'was'. Axel WAS cheating." The brunette turned around completely so that he was facing Roxas, and his hand was once again placed on Roxas's shoulder.

"Roxas, what happened?"

"I ended it." a noise that sounded like the beginning of a laugh left Roxas's lips, "everything. I ended everything. Our affair, our friendship, everything." The words were forced out as Roxas felt his lungs compressing in his chest, choking out all of his air and making it harder to breathe.

They sat there for a few minutes, Roxas wallowing in the self pity that came with doing the right thing, and Sora trying to absorb all that he had just heard.

Finally, the brunette spoke up, a bright smile on his face as he nudged his roommate's shoulder with his hand.

"There's only one logical thing to do now!" he exclaimed, the smile becoming brighter when Roxas finally looked at him.

"Suicide?" the blonde muttered darkly, the intensity of Sora's smile giving him the beginnings of a headache.

"Not even funny. ACTUALLY, I was talking about getting shit-faced. Alcohol is a totally unhealthy but effective way of making you feel better!" he replied, standing up and dusting his hands on his jeans.

"Sky-boy just said 'shit'. It's the freaking apocalypse." Sora felt an intense sense of relief when he heard the words, the teasing lilt to them an indication that Roxas wasn't feeling as crappy anymore. And, when Sora looked at Roxas after tugging him up from the floor, there was a small smile pulling at Roxas's lips to prove the lift in spirit. He laughed, pulling at Roxas's arm to get the other boy to leave the room with him.

"Shut up, emo kid. Let's go get wasted."

XxXx

Demyx stood at his front door, humming the tune to his favourite song to himself as he searched through the pockets of his jacket for his keys. His fingertips were tingling from the few hours that he had spent lazily strumming an acoustic guitar over at Larxene's place. She always acted as if his presence in her apartment was an inconvenience, but Demyx knew that beneath the sarcastic and bitchy remarks, Larxene enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed hers. They had spent the entire evening playing a sort of musical guessing game in which Demyx would strum a tune on the guitar and Larxene had to try and guess what it was.

He had arrived unannounced at Larxene's with a sheepish smile and a pizza as a peace offering, after being told by Axel that Naminé was coming over so that they could talk.

Demyx hated confrontation.

So, even though Axel had said nothing to him about leaving the apartment, the blonde had gathered up his keys and walked out of there. The last thing that he wanted was to be in the same space as those two when Axel finally came clean about everything.

It had been a good few hours, however, and Demyx was certain that it was safe to enter his place of residence once again.

He frowned when the door was finally opened and the apartment was revealed to him. He had expected a huge mess from Naminé throwing large and breakable items at Axel.

But...the apartment was in complete darkness apart from the moon light that streamed in through the curtains that were wide open in the lounge. His hands groped at the wall near the door as he blindly searched for the light switch.

He wasn't afraid of the dark.

No way.

He just preferred it when he wasn't surrounded by unfamiliar darkness.

Throwing his keys into the 'key bowl', Demyx sighed and turned to face the lounge as his left hand ran through his hair.

He almost screamed.

In fact, if you asked Axel about the incident, Axel would swear that Demyx did, in fact, scream.

"AXEL!" he exclaimed, a hand clutching at his chest desperately as if the action would calm his erratically beating heart, "why are you sitting in the dark?"

Axel looked up from his position on the floor, and Demyx realised that his venom green eyes were lined in red. Almost as if...

"Were you crying?"

"No."

"Then you're stoned."

"No...Fuck Demyx...leave me alone, would you?"

Demyx frowned, making his way over to his friend and seating himself on the floor next to him. He smiled gently, the smile not wavering even when Axel scowled at him in response.

"How did the talk with Naminé go?" he asked, nudging Axel's leg with his own, trying to coax an answer from the dejected red head in front of him.

"It... It went surprisingly well, actually." Axel looked at him in slight confusion, "she was strangely accepting and she seemed more upset about the fact that I wasn't planning to ask Roxas –"

He broke off from his sentence then and looked at his phone. His hands clutching at the device so tightly that Demyx could see that the tips of his fingers were white.

"Axel?"

"Roxas... he..." Axel gave up trying to voice his thoughts when he felt the pin prickling sensation that came when a new tirade of tears was threatening to fall. He handed his phone to Demyx and instructed him to go into his messages and check the most recent one from Roxas.

The silence that filled the apartment as Demyx was reading was suddenly broken when Demyx inhaled sharply. His wide eyes stared at Axel in disbelief but Axel just shrugged, taking the phone from Demyx's lax grip and turning it over in his own hands. The green eyes that were normally brimming with mischief were downcast and filled with defeat as they stared at the illuminated phone screen.

Demyx shook his head, trying to get something other than 'fucking hell, Roxas ended it' to compute in his mind.

"Why aren't you at his place with a boom-box and a dozen roses trying to get him back?" he finally asked, "why are you here?"

Axel scowled at him, dropping the phone onto his lap and crossing his arms as he stared at the wall in front of him.

"I really screwed up, Demyx. Roses and a musical serenade just won't cut it. Also, my life isn't a cliché romantic comedy." he replied sarcastically before the scowl faded, and his voice dropped an octave. "I can't lose him, Dem."

Demyx smiled gently. "Do you love him?"

Axel swallowed, looking down at the floor as spots of pink appeared on his cheeks. "Yeah, I do."

Demyx smiled wider before he threw an arm over Axel's shoulder, hugging his friend close to his side. Axel yelped in surprise, but he didn't try to fight the sudden embrace.

"Then what you do next is simple." Demyx stated, letting go of Axel and cupping his face so that he would look at him, "you're going to think up a majorly romantic and sincere speech proclaiming your love for Roxas, AND, "Demyx continued sternly, "you're finally going to ask Roxas out. Properly. But first. You need to get some sleep, I'm gonna phone Sora tomorrow morning and tell him to make sure that Roxas is home when you get there. 'Kay?"

Axel rolled his eyes, but a smile was tugging at his lips as he answered his friend, "Yeah mom, I got it."

Demyx grinned, "Good boy."

As Axel got up from his position on the floor, stretching out his tense muscles with a wince, Demyx spoke again.

"Axel? I –" he looked down at his hands, frowning a little as he tried to figure out the best way to voice what he was trying to say, "I know that it all seems a little scary now, accepting something that you want to think is wrong. But sometimes... sometimes we have to just do things and not over think them, you know? We have to just do them because it feels right. And you and Roxas? There's nothing wrong there. It's just...right."

XxXx

Axel stood at the door of his apartment, his hand hovering over the doorknob and his jaw tense. This whole scenario seemed so much easier last night after talking to Demyx, after being reassured by Demyx that he was about to do the right thing. But now...now he was trying his best to not throw up as he stared at his hand.

"Axel? You know that you can't really stand there the whole day right?"

Axel's eye twitched.

"I know that, Larxene. I'm just...building myself up to it."

"See, Larxene? Axel's not going to chicken out."

"Of course he isn't. He's just 'building himself up to it'," even though Axel had his back turned to her, he could clearly, in his mind, see the sarcastic way that she was making those quotation marks in the air as she spoke those words, "then, once he leaves the apartment, he's going to 'build himself up to' walking down the stairs, and once he's accomplished that, he's going to 'build himself up to' crossing the street."

Axel sighed.

"I hate you, you know that?" he said, his tone lacking the anger to make the words truly hurtful.

"You don't hate me; you hate the situation you put yourself in."

Demyx snorted in laughter.

"Thank you, Dr Phil."

Axel sighed again, turning around so that the door was pressed against his back as he slid down to sit on the floor. He hugged his knees to his chest, the action providing the comfort that he was seeking at the moment. When he looked up at Demyx and Larxene, he scowled.

"Why am I even friends with the two of you? You suck at making me feel better."

Larxene grinned widely, throwing an arm around Demyx's shoulder before leaning her head against his.

"Think of us as the personification of Life. When you're all down and depressed, we'll be here," she paused, "to kick you in the shins."

Demyx smiled, nodding his head in affirmation.

"Figuratively, of course. We would never really kick you. Well, I wouldn't, can't really speak for Larxene."

The blonde duo watched Axel as he pulled at one of the many zippers adorning his black jeans, his fingers trembling slightly with the fear that they knew threatened to overwhelm him very soon.

"What are you so afraid of, Axel?" Demyx asked, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at his friend.

"Rejection." The red head answered easily, not even looking up to meet Demyx's gaze.

There was a pause here as Demyx looked at Larxene, helplessness written on his features as he gestured at Axel before putting on his best puppy dog face.

"No," Larxene said, walking over to Axel, "we are not going to baby him." She then grabbed at Axel's arms and pulled him up so he was standing. She opened the door and, with her hand firmly on his lower back, she pushed him out of the apartment, "this is me playing Life again. What are you more afraid of? Rejection or the reality that you may have lost Roxas?"

Axel stared at her, before dropping his gaze.

"Losing Roxas." He whispered.

Larxene smiled.

"I thought as much."

She then closed the door in his face.

XxXx

As Axel stood at the door to Roxas's place, he felt like he was about to pass out. Or throw up. Or quite possibly both. His hands kept clenching involuntarily, his short nails creating crescent shaped indentations in the skin of his palm, and he could feel a thin film of sweat forming on his forehead, even though all he was wearing was a t-shirt and a thin jacket. He took a deep breath and, after wiping his suddenly clammy palms on his jeans, knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" he heard Sora's voice call from beyond the door, his voice clear even through the barrier separating them. He frowned, however, when Sora spoke again, this time in a hushed whisper, to someone that was obviously standing right in front of the door. Axel could even see the shadow that the person made leaking through from under the door. He couldn't hear the conversation, but the annoyed way that Sora said, 'Fine! But you're dealing with it!' indicated that it was not a pleasant one.

The door finally opened and Sora stepped out to join Axel. The smile on his face looked strained as he waited for Kairi to join them.

"Er...Roxas is in there, like I promised Demyx. But...uh, it doesn't seem like he wants to let you in." The brunette explained, his hand rubbing at his neck awkwardly, "I tried to get him to open the door and speak to you like a normal person, but he's pretty freaking stubborn." Sora grimaced, rubbing at his eyes. "It's bright out here, isn't it?"

Axel looked at the younger male in amusement, his eyebrow rising in surprise as he took in Sora's blood shot eyes.

"Do you have a hangover from hell or what?"

Sora's eyes widened and he looked at the door anxiously.

"Shhh! Kairi can't know. She'll just give me another lecture and I really don't think that I could sit through another one of those."

Axel grinned, "You're taking Kairi out for lunch...and you really think that she won't be able to tell?"

"...shut up."

It was then that Kairi finally stepped out of the apartment, the smile that was always present on her face brightening up the bleak day that Axel was having.

"Hi, Axel." She greeted warmly before she began to rummage around in her purse for something.

"Hey there, Kairi." Axel replied, the nervousness beginning to overwhelm him again as he stared at the door that she had just stepped out of. He could still see the shadow lurking there, and he almost smiled as he imagined the scowl that Roxas would be wearing as he stood there, glaring at the door.

Kairi finally her hand out of her over sized purse and produced a pair of sunglasses, which she handed over to Sora.

"For your hangover." She explained when Sora looked at her and the shades in confusion.

Sora laughed awkwardly. "I'm not hungover, silly."

Kairi raised an elegant eyebrow, a smirk adorning her lips. "You really think that I wouldn't be able to put two and two together, sweetness?" she drawled out, enjoying the guilt that Sora wasn't even attempting to hide, "you and Roxas both look like the poster children for the after affects of alcohol abuse. Shame on you, Sora. You ARE taking me out to lunch in this condition and you will NOT complain about the raging headache that you probably have right now."

This entire speech was delivered with the sweetest smile but even Axel could see how much Kairi was enjoying herself.

Sora pouted and placed the sunglasses, which he had snatched from Kairi's grip, onto the bridge of his nose. He wouldn't admit it, but his shoulders visibly relaxed once the glasses filtered out the intense light from the hallway.

"I'll wait for you outside, he said, nodding a goodbye to Axel.

Kairi stood next to Axel for a while, while he stared at the scuffed toes of his black combat boots, before she spoke again.

"I spoke to Naminé, you know." She paused, "we actually got kinda close while the two of you were dating." Her tone was soft and betrayed no emotion. Axel winced, but when he looked up to face Kairi, expecting to see a glare aimed at him for the way that he had treated Naminé, he was surprised to see a smile on her lips. She placed a hand on his arm gently, the pressure of her fingertips so light that he could barely feel the touch beneath the material of his jacket.

"I hope you get your guy, Axel."

And then she turned and walked down the staircase, following the path that Sora had taken only minutes before. As nervous as Axel felt, and despite the fact that he could feel his heartbeat in his eyes, Axel allowed himself to smile out of surprise at what had just happened.

Finally he took a deep breath and steeled himself for what he had come there to do.

"Roxas?" he called out, the clarity of his voice and the confidence that it demonstrated surprising him because he felt about ready to wet his pants. There was no response and Axel felt his shoulders deflate before he sank down to the floor, pressing his back against the wooden barrier that separated him from Roxas. He knew that Roxas was there, just as he knew that the scowl on Roxas's face had probably intensified when he had heard his name.

"Look, I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me. I'm a complete and total jackass for the way that treated you. But –" he paused, frowning a little, "okay, before I go off on a whole tirade I need to know that you're willing to give me a chance to explain myself. Explain to you why I'm even here right now. So...if you're willing to listen, you don't even have to talk to me, just please let me know. Somehow.", he clenched his hands, forcing down the bile that was creeping up his throat as he realised that Roxas could have gotten up and walked away while he was speaking, "Knock on the door or something, just once, to let me know that you're still on the other side of this door and willing to listen and that me sitting here right now isn't completely futile." His confident voice was a complete facade compared to the way that he was actually feeling. Axel unclenched his fists stared at his trembling hands, breathing in deeply in an attempt to get his frantic heart to calm down a little.

There was complete silence.

And then, like a ray of sunshine on the shittiest and gloomiest Monday, he heard a knock, right next to where his head was resting against the door.

"Thank you." He said, the words coming out as no more than a gasp as the breath, that Axel had unintentionally been holding, escaped him all at once. He licked his lips before willing himself to continue talking.

"I spent hours last night trying to think up some romantic gesture for you. I was even considering the whole 'musical serenade and Roses' deal," laughter bubbled from his lips as he brought his still trembling hands to rest on his lap, "but I realised that that wouldn't really work since you aren't that kind of guy. And...Your apartment is nowhere near the ground so I probably would have ended up serenading the weird lady on the first floor who owns all those cats...and... That's not really the point that I'm trying to make.

"I also thought of planning this speech so that I wouldn't end up going on about weird cat ladies. But every amazingly romantic speech that I tried to come up with just ended up sounding hollow and shallow. Nothing could convey my emotions and how I feel about you. I'm not even doing a very good job right now." He stopped, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"I was planning on writing a speech," he continued, "some long and complicated deal with a whole bunch of quotes to somehow make me sound like I had a clue as to what I was doing. Or maybe something from one of your favourite songs. But I realised that it would have been false. Fake. And I know that you must be so freaking tired of me being fake. Of me not being myself, to you and everyone else." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, the false confidence that he had felt dissolving into nothing as his voice shook when he spoke.

"So here I am Roxas. Completely broken because I've finally realised that I may have just lost you forever. And, fuck, Roxas. I never knew how much that single thought could scare me until now." Tears were freely trailing down his cheeks now, and he impatiently brought a hand up to swipe at them, continuing his speech even though he had to take deep breaths while he spoke because his sobs were threatening to choke him.

"I know what you're probably thinking; I mean... I did ignore you after we kissed. After I kissed you. But in a sick way that time didn't affect me as much, because that was me ignoring you. And I knew that all I had to do was talk to you, and we could sort the whole thing out. You didn't hate me then, and in my own twisted way I just knew that you were still there for me if I needed you. But now...now I really screwed up. And I know it. And..." Axel stopped talking, breathing in shakily before he continued in a voice that was lost and desperate. "I can't bear the thought of losing you Roxas. All I have to do is think about the fact that you could possibly want nothing to do with me and I break into a cold sweat and it feels like all the air has been forced out of my lungs.

"I'm so scared of all that I feel for you. Because until a little while ago, I didn't see you as anything more than my best friend. But," he swallowed, and it felt like his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth but he forced the words out, trying to force the fear of rejection out along with them, "I love you, Roxas.

"And this loving you thing... it scares the fuck out of me. It scares me because I don't know what to do; I'm so terrified of the idea of being so completely dependent on you. Of the fact that I can't stand to be away from you for long, that the thought of you with anyone else makes me see red. But I'm mostly terrified of the fact that when I'm not with you, it feels like a part of my soul is missing. I'm complete when I'm with you Roxas. And yes, I realise that I'm probably quoting every cliché romance that every existed but hey, maybe that's what love is. Maybe love is just giant, sappy cliché. But I want to experience that with you, I'm hopelessly and completely in love with you, and it scares the fuck out of me but I'm not going to run away from it. I'm tired of running away and hurting you just because I can't face up to reality. And I know that you really don't have to even listen to me right now because I've been such a jackass. But Roxas...I want to be with you. I want to date you. No more secrets. No more hiding. No more affairs. I...I even broke up with Naminé yesterday. And she was strangely accepting and it was weird and I still don't understand that, but I guess I'm trying to make you understand that I really am serious about this dating thing, Roxas.

"But, if you don't want to date me then I'm okay with friendship. It'll kill me, but I'll take whatever I can get. Because I need you in my life." Axel stopped talking, biting his bottom lip and clenching his eyes closed. His hands were clenched tightly into fists that were forcing his nails to dig into his palms.

There was no answer from Roxas.

Axel tried to not gasp at the pain that was over flowing in his chest, at the pain that his heart was feeling. He knew that there was a very strong chance that Roxas wouldn't want to speak to him when he was planning his apology the night before. But that still didn't make this situation any more bearable. A voice at the back of his mind told him that he should probably pick his sorry ass off of the floor and leave Roxas, since he had fucked up so badly that his best friend, the person that he loved, obviously wanted nothing to do with him. And he wanted to listen to that voice, he really did, but he felt so deflated that even the thought of getting up made him feel weak.

So he sat there, leaning against the door to Roxas's apartment and cradling his head in his hands. He didn't care about the tears that he was shedding and didn't care about the sad, pathetic whimpering sounds that he was making. Nothing mattered.

After what felt like a lifetime to Axel, he felt the door shift against his back, and he quickly scurried away from the door and tried to stand up as quickly as he could. His scrubbed at his cheeks with his hands and he felt his breath catch in his throat when he looked up from staring at his shoes and the mangy, beige carpet to stare into Roxas's blue eyes.

Blue eyes that were shiny and lined with damp eyelashes, the tear trails that ran down his cheeks clearly visible against his skin.

"D-did you mean that?", Roxas asked, his gaze determined and stern despite the fact that his lips were trembling, "all that stuff about breaking up Naminé and wanting to date me?" the scowl was present on his features as he stared at Axel.

"Every single fucking word." Axel replied, looking Roxas dead in the eye.

And then Roxas smiled.

And before Axel could really process anything past that amazingly gorgeous smile that was for him, Roxas was suddenly in front of him, and then there were hands fisting into his shirt and he was being pulled down so that his lips collided clumsily, and yes, beautifully, with Roxas's. And then he broke out of his trance and wrapped his arms around Roxas's waist, pulling him close so that he could feel him and prove to his body that this was real. Roxas's lips were parted when a soft sigh escaped him and Axel used this opportunity to slide his tongue into Roxas's mouth, loving the way that it all felt so...

Right.

Roxas pulled away slowly, placing one last kiss onto Axel's lips before resting his forehead against Axel's. They both had their eyes closed, but when Axel opened his briefly he saw the content smile that Roxas was wearing. They were so close that Axel could feel every breath that Roxas exhaled on his own lips, the air tickling the now sensitive skin. And when Roxas spoke the next sentence, the words weren't heard as much as they were felt against Axel's lips.

"I love you too."

I am Jack's sense of total and immense guilt.

This chapter is a week late, and although it really isn't a very long wait, I still feel awful. BUT I had a pretty hectic two weeks with exams. There's good news though, i'm not writing another exam until Friday so I plan to have chapter 10 out and posted soon. That's right. Chapter 10.

THE LAST FREAKING CHAPTER, PEOPLE.

Can you believe that? I sure as hell can't...

Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, you're all amazing, fantastic and overall AWESOME individuals.

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Thank you as well to anyone who has favourited, alerted or even just read this story. Your support means the world.

I almost started crying when I was writing that last scene between Roxas and Axel. Fml. I'm so pathetic.

I'm thinking of doing a Sora/Riku one shot as a side story to this story, what do you guys think?

Right. So...I better get back to doing nothing. Enjoy your week everyone :)