Tanks for teh reviews :3

Okay, Ima be slopping som tiny blips together, okay? The first one is about when Roxas asks Axel about best friends. In the game they make it like "I'm upset because Axel couldn't answer my question ;;" in the manga, it's more like "Oh I thought I was your best friend ;;". So, which do you think I chose to write about?

The second is a very brief "journal entry" (not really) from Axel about having to choose between Roxas and Xion.

The third is a thought process Axel has about his friendship with Saix.

"Axel?" Roxas asked, turning his head to face him. "What's it like having a best friend?" At this, Xion turned her head too, clearly interested in what he had to say.

It was an honest and innocent question. Axel knew, but none the less it still managed to silence him. Fixing his gaze on one of the buildings in the distance, he focused on the taste of his ice-cream and nothing else. Isa, was what he was trying to think, what he wanted to think, but he forced the name out of his mind and replied blankly to Roxas.

"Dunno. I've never had one." Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw something strange flicker across Roxas' face, something that looked almost like disappointment, but he quickly dismissed it. After all, what would Roxas know about having a best friend anyway? He didn't know anything about emotions, about jealousy, love or loss. He didn't know anything.

"Oh. I see." Roxas nodded, once again returning his own gaze to the horizon and taking another bite from his ice-cream. An odd silence fell over the three of them, save for the soft sound of chewing and the familiar clanking of the boxcars as they went by. Xion still hadn't said a word, but she was gazing at Roxas and him with a silent curiosity that bore into them but didn't speak. Roxas didn't seem to notice, and Axel managed to ignore it well enough. The silence was awkward, and Roxas' reaction was starting to get to him...

Part of him wanted to say more. He didn't know what he planned on saying, but the quiet felt as though it were smothering him, threatening him to speak.

The other part, though... The other part just didn't care enough.

Had a weird dream last night... I was standing in some dark place, alone. Then, suddenly, Roxas and Xion were standing in front of me. they started asking me to choose. At first, I didn't get it. Then I remembered what Saix had told me, and my mind blanked. I couldn't decide. Before I got a chance to think about it, they both vanished. Then... I was alone.

I wonder… Would it be worse to lose them both, or to lose one and go on living knowing I couldn't -didn't- save the other?

Things never seemed to work out nowadays.

How could things have gone so wrong, so fast? He wondered darkly, staring up at the ceiling in silence; making shapes with the odd cracks above him. It seems like just yesterday everything was perfect. But now... Axel sighed heavily, hoping that by doing so he might remove some of the weight he felt on his chest, but to no avail, he still felt just as heavy as ever. He glanced toward the window, staring out into the darkness. Except it wasn't dark anymore. The sky was illuminated by an enormous heart-shaped moon, but it didn't bring him any comfort as he gazed out into the endless night.

Why can't I get rid of this feeling? He wondered, slowly heaving himself out of bed. It feels like... Someone is pressing down on my chest.

It was late. He knew that, and he knew if he didn't sleep soon he'd regret it the next morning, but there was just too much going on in his mind right now. He had to do something, take a walk; clear his head.

Axel's footsteps were quiet as he walked down the halls, but they still echoed in the eerie silence of night. Everyone else was asleep, except perhaps Saix or Xemnas, but he wasn't interested in seeing them.

When was the last time I felt like seeing Saix? He wondered absent-minded, staring down at his feet as they clomped quietly against the metallic floor. Truthfully, he couldn't recall any recent time when he'd felt the need to see his "old friend." Sure, they'd still met up to discuss their plans to overthrow Xemnas. Thinking about it made the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Isa had always had big dreams, big goals. There were no baby steps with him. It was all or nothing, go big or go home. 'Delusions of Grandeur', he'd called it. At least he'd been able to admit it. No false illusions about himself or who he was. That was one of the things he'd loved about Isa -he knew who he was, even if he didn't always show it.

Now though... Now, Isa was gone. It was just Saix. Cold-eyed, cold-"hearted" Saix. The angry man who'd called Xion broken, who fought with Roxas -a fourteen year old boy, for christ's sake.

"Man, Isa..." Axel murmured, hands in his pockets. "Why did things have to change?"

And now, the migration begins ._.