Beep. Beep. Beep.

"—ove you!" Roxas finished, his eyes shut tight and his shoulders tense.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Huh?" Roxas opened his eyes and pulled the phone from his ear. "Did he… Did he hang up?"

"Never mind, Rox," Vanitas said in the back of his mind. "You don't wanna say stuff like that to a guy like him anyway."

"But I meant it," Roxas mumbled.

Click!

Roxas turned as the door behind him closed. Xion smiled warmly, all of the animosity gone from her pretty face. "The vet is seeing the duckling now. Would you like to wait?"

"Can I?"

"Of course." She sat behind her desk and he put the phone down. "Did you need to call someone?"

"No." Roxas looked away. "Someone's coming to pick me up, but it could take a while for them to get here."

"Oh. Is it your family?"

"My family's dead."

She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Why?"

"Huh? Oh, it's just an expression, you know? So is a friend coming to pick you up?"

"My doctor is."

"Doctor?"

Roxas twitched, but nodded.

Xion positioned her head on an angle and frowned. "Are you sick?"

"Sort of."

"I didn't think you looked too good when you came in. Have you been in the cold all day? You should really get out of your wet clothes and dry off."

"I'm fine," he lied, rubbing his chest.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to go to a hospital?"

He twitched again and had to make a physical effort to stay calm. "No thank you."

Feeling dizzy, he stumbled to a chair and sank into it, ignoring Xion when she asked if he wanted help. Tucking one knee to his chest, he coughed into his fist and moaned, resting his forehead on his knee and closing his eyes. The wound that was numb on his shoulder had returned with a vengeance, burning his flesh and stinging savagely. He felt as if he was back in the pond, his head weighed down and his mind sluggish, his alters drowning inside his mind, his body pulling him down, his consciousness drifting.

"Roxas?"

Someone was shaking him, but he couldn't push the feminine voice away.

"Roxas, are you alright?"

I'm fine. Just let me sleep. Let me sleep and stay here forever.

"Ro…s?"

Just let me sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Huh? Did I leave the phone off the hook?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Roxas frowned. His body felt heavy, his mind was slow and sluggish, and his alters were missing. He could hardly breathe, his chest was so rough it felt as if someone was sanding the inside of his lungs, and the high-pitched beeping was a constant drone on his left.

Something warm squeezed his hand and something soft tickled his fingers. Opening his eyes seemed harder than he remembered, as if something was draining his strength.

The room was small, white, and familiar—it was a hospital room. Roxas mentally groaned and looked left. Sure enough, the monitor beside him measured his heart rate through a tag on his finger and emitted the normal beeping sound, he was strapped to the bed at arms, waist, and knee, and at his side was…

Roxas tensed.

He had been expecting Zexion to be sat cross legged and stern at his bedside, but instead a mop of red hair had pulled the chair close and was snoozing on his hand, squeezing it gently, the shoulders moving up and down with every soft breath. Roxas blinked, unsure of what to do.

So Axel did come. And he brought me here again. He looked down at his tied wrists. He probably doesn't trust me anymore.

"You mean us," Vanitas snapped from nowhere.

Roxas twitched, almost yelped at the unexpected intrusion in his mind, and felt his hand whack Axel's closed eyelid. The redhead shuffled, turned, opened his eyes sleepily, squeezed Roxas's hand tighter, and smiled.

"Hey, Rox. Good to see you finally up."

"Finally?" Roxas asked croakily, ignoring the twitch in his eye and breathing heavily.

"Mhm." Axel yawned and rested his cheek on Roxas's wrist. "You were pretty sick. The doctors said it was a nasty strain of flu."

"Flu? I've never been sick before…"

"So your modified medical reports told me," Axel said.

"Modified?"

"Someone's been tampering with your file. Modifying your medical notes."

"I really haven't been sick," Roxas said. "I'm always inside and everything's disinfected, so—"

"So you have a weakened immune system. Not to mention you travelled through the wet countryside for hours on end without a change of clothes, no food, nothing to drink, a cut on your shoulder, and a slashed coat. No wonder you've been out for two days. Just how did you cut yourself and your coat exactly? And what did you do with the money Larxene gave you? Other than give fifty pounds to PDSA."

"Stop lecturing me," Roxas said, looking away. "Is the duckling okay?"

"Broken wing, but fine. PDSA can't keep it though."

"What'll happen to it?"

Axel shrugged, still resting his head on Roxas's hand. "They'll reintroduce it to the park."

"With a broken wing?!" Roxas shouted, but quickly regretted it when vicious coughs tore his lungs and left him spluttering for air.

Axel untied the blond quickly, freeing Roxas's left hand, then his right, and leaning over to sit the blond up and pat his back. "Take it easy. You're still really sick."

Roxas slowly regained his breath, swallowing back the salty mucus that had travelled from his lungs to his mouth. His eyes stung with tears and he rubbed his chest, gulping down air and feeling as if he was sucking it in through a thin straw.

"That better?" Axel asked, sitting on the blond's bed and rubbing circles into his back, his arms wrapped closely around his patient.

Roxas's nodded and rested his hot forehead against Axel's chest. He could hear the redhead's heartbeat and he closed his eyes tiredly, his mouth dry. "Axel, can I keep it?"

"Huh?"

"The duckling. If it has nowhere to go, can I keep it? I'll look after it, I promise."

"Why do you want it?" Axel asked, frowning thoughtfully as he rubbed the blond's back.

"It's for Vanitas…" The blond blushed and grabbed a fistful of the redhead's shirt. "Please?"

Axel's hand moved from Roxas's back to his head and the fingers ran through his hair, sweeping it back until Roxas relaxed. "We'll see, Rox. No promises, though."

Roxas nodded and cuddled closer, playing with a button on his doctor's shirt. Slowly, the memories of the previous day came back to him, and the one that stuck in his mind was the phone call that he didn't quite get to finish.

"Don't you dare," Vanitas mumbled in his head.

"Nothing good can come of it, Roxy," Sora agreed.

"Axel?" Roxas looked up, his heart aching and his cheeks incredibly warm. "When I called before, um…"

"Yeah, sorry my phone died. It's completely useless." He smiled and ruffled Roxas's hair playfully. "At least you got to tell me where you was first, right?"

"You didn't hang up?" Roxas asked, his voice quiet and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Rox, I'd never hang up on you. You're too important to me."

"I'm... I'm important?"

"Of course you are. You're one of the most important people to me," Axel said, feeling nervous at just how honest the statement was.

"Important…" Roxas mumbled the word, frowning at nothing for a long time before he finally smiled. "That's good, right? Not like the asylum important?"

"Asylum important?"

"Yeah. You know, like how the others think I'm important. Or Zexion thinks I'm important. Not like that?"

"Not like that," Axel said quickly, definitely.

"You're important to me, too," Roxas admitted quietly, holding onto Axel's front as if he thought the redhead would stand with disgust and run from the room. "I'm not confused, Axel," he said, coughing to clear his throat and blushing. "I really like you. Really, really like you. I think…"

"Think…?" Axel asked, his voice faint and his heart so fast he could hear the blood in his ears.

"Think I…." Roxas buried his face in Axel's shirt. "Ink I uv oo."

"Huh?" Axel gave the blond a strong hug and gently pried him from his shirt, lifting his chin tenderly. "Stop eating my shirt and tell me, Rox."

"I think…" Roxas closed his eyes tightly and struggled to take a deep breath. "Damn-it, it's harder to say this way!"

"What's harder to say?"

"This!"

Using the last of his strength, Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's neck and pulled the confused redhead into a clumsy kiss. It lasted less than a third of a second, but in that time Axel's eyes had shot wide, his muscles had become unbearably stiff, his heart stopped and restarted like a spluttering engine, and he could feel himself almost relaxing before Roxas pulled away.

The blond wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laid down, yanking the covers over his head. "I'm not confused."

Axel blinked dazedly and rubbed a finger over his lips, smiling despite himself as he sat on the blond's bed. "Roxas, I've explained what a kiss means before, right?"

His answer was a small cough as Roxas pulled the covers further over his head.

"So," Axel continued, "if that's the case, then there's only one way for me to respond." He pulled the cover down despite Roxas's protests and stroked the blond's cheek, his heart leaping when Roxas reddened and squirmed nervously beneath him.

"R-respond?" Roxas asked, gulping nervously. "Y-you're teasing me. You'll get in trouble."

"I was really worried about you," Axel whispered, leaning close until all of the world was blocked out and the droning beep was drowned beneath their own shallow breaths. "If this is what you want, then fuck the organisation."

"I want it," Roxas said a little too loudly, almost shattering the moment they had created. He grabbed fistfuls of Axel's shirt again to keep him close. "I want it, Axel.

"You're sure?"

"More than anything."

"I don't want to confuse you," Axel said, knowing he was causing trouble but unable to pull away from the eager blue eyes that stared at him.

"What's to be confused about?" Roxas asked. "I like you. Do you like me?"

Axel smiled, curled a blond strand of hair around his finger, and pushed it behind Roxas's ear. "I like Roxas, but I can't be with him until he gets better and his alters are no longer around. Then he can be discharged from the asylum." Axel saw Roxas's eyes widen and he pulled away. "Do you understand, Rox?"

The colour that had bloomed in Roxas's cheeks drained quickly until he was ghostly white. He shivered, as if chilled, and looked away again, allowing the twitch to burn down his left side and coughing into his fist, choking on air in an effort to clear his chest.

"Roxas?" Axel asked, worried again. "Do you want me to get—"

"Fuck you!" the blond spat, swatting the redhead's hand away. "You want Roxas to get rid of us, huh? Want him to just fucking forget about us? I knew it! I knew there was something—" Vanitas trailed off into a spasm of coughs that left him gasping and tired, his body exhausted and his eyes half-lidded and glazed. He rubbed his chest roughly, pounding on it as if trying to resuscitate his aching heart. "I knew you'd make him choose."

"Roxas, I'm not making you choose."

"My name's not Roxas!" Vanitas snapped. "You're just like all the others, huh? Just want to find a way to worm under our skin so you can get rid of us. Then Roxas'll be on his own, right? It'll be easy for the others then, right? Tch. Fucking discharge us… How stupid do you think we are? You was never going to do it."

"If you no longer had the alters there would be no reason for you to be in the asylum, Roxas."

"They'll never let us leave," Vanitas growled. "Roxas wants us here and we're staying."

"To protect him, right?" Axel asked. "But you're only making things worse."

"Fuck you!"

The beeping on the heart monitor increased dramatically and Vanitas turned away, his voice a washed out whisper and his breaths raspy. Sweat stuck the blond hair to his forehead and Vanitas brushed it back, his arms shaking.

"Wh-what—"

"Calm down," Axel said softly, lifting the blond up despite his weak struggles and rubbing his back.

Vanitas choked and coughed for a whole minute, groaned when his chest burned, and pulled the blanket over his arms to stop them shaking. "I don't understand," he said quietly, his eyes glazed with defeat. "I'm not asthmatic."

"Roxas is asthmatic," Axel said clearly, still holding onto the blond's arm. "And Roxas is pretty sick right now."

"But… but I'm not…"

"Roxas, Vanitas is you. He's a piece of your personality. When you're angry, you bring these alters up to protect yourself; to block yourself out from the world and to help you cope. If you're sick, then Vanitas is sick, and so are Ventus and Sora. You're not different entities in one body," he said, taking the puzzled blond's hand and squeezing it. "You're just a very confused, very mistreated kid who didn't know how to cope. These alters are your way of managing, and because you were scared and didn't know what to do, you formed them with the basis of your brothers, the three people that made you feel safest in the whole world when your mother and father couldn't look after you. It's like you've wrapped yourself in three layers of bubble-wrap."

"What kind of bull-crap is that?" Vanitas snickered. "I'm me. Nobody else."

"That's not true. Roxas, these alters are a part of you. When your brothers died you used them not only to look after yourself, but to preserve their memory. Remember the photo you showed me? And the sketches? And the story you told me? And when I first arrived you told me you were 'in here for them'. Roxas, look at me," he took Roxas's twitching hand, interlinked his fingers through it, and smiled. "You've done enough. It's okay to let them go."

"No…" The blond twitched, and Roxas yanked his hand back. "No! No, you've got it wrong!"

"Unfortunately, Doctor Flint is correct, though perhaps he should have saved his brutal honesty for a better time," Zexion said, closing the door behind him as he entered the room, his expression like stone. "How are you feeling, P13?"

Roxas dropped his head into his hands and hid his face.

"As I expected," Zexion said, taking a seat opposite Axel and ignoring the redhead's glare. "Doctor Flint, would you please sign P13 out of this hospital? I have given my signature, but they require his personal doctor to co-sign."

Nodding, Axel squeezed Roxas's hand again and left, promising to be as fast as possible. As the door opened a wave of noise flooded in, but it quickly dispersed when the door slipped shut. Zexion leaned back in his seat and turned to Roxas, pulling from within his coat the same brown package that he had laid on the table before Axel a few days ago. He rested the package on Roxas's knees and the blond picked at it curiously, lifting it and feeling the familiar weight.

"What is it?"

"Something you forgot."

"Something I forgot?" Roxas picked at the edges, listening to the fresh crackling sound of the paper bending backwards.

"In the last hospital you visited," Zexion explained. "Open it."

Roxas held the corners and ripped upwards, smiling when a dog-eared end was revealed and his old sketchbook surfaced beneath the paper. He ripped faster, taking care on the sides that nothing should fall out, and as he opened it the photo of his family rested clearly on the first page. Picking it up, he hugged it to his chest, rubbing his fingers over the familiar material and checking each page. It was all there.

Zexion smiled fully for the first time in his working career. "You're doing well, Roxas. You're getting there."

"You think so?" Roxas's hands tightened around his sketchbook and he sighed. "I'm not ready, Zexion. I can't let them go."

"Axel was too forward," Zexion said, waving his hand. "It will take time for you to disperse your need for these alters completely, but you have done very well these past few weeks. I read Axel's report. He believes that you are improving in controlling your emotions."

"Axel's been writing reports on me?" Roxas looked away. "I thought…"

"It is his job, Roxas. However, his notes are very different from previous doctors. They're almost personal." He paused, closed his eyes, and brushed his hair back. "Roxas, I do believe that Doctor Flint cares for you."

"Cares for me?" Roxas's heart leapt.

"Indeed. But this is a topic for another time. No doubt you are feeling tired. Unfortunately, we are still in Lancaster and we need to move you back to London as soon as possible. You know what I'm going to tell you, don't you?"

Roxas's eyes dropped and he sighed. "You're gonna sedate me, huh?"

"I'm sorry, but my boss demands it."

"What if I promise to be good? I won't do anything, I swear. I'll go quietly."

"After your last performance it's just not possible" Zexion shook his head sadly and double checked the restraints on Roxas's legs. "I'll go get a doctor to give you the shot."

Scraping his chair back, he ignored Roxas's stammers and left the room, closing the door quietly behind himself. Roxas watched the man's shadow move away from the door before looking down at the restraints around his thighs; they were different to the restraints on his arms because the buckle was underneath the bed and out of his reach. There was no way he could run.

As he was trying to reach beneath the bed, half leaned over with his tongue sticking out and his body aching, he heard the door open and a woman's soft gasp. Ignoring the voices in his head, Roxas pushed himself up, trying to stop the world from spinning as he stared at the woman across from him.

The young plumb-haired woman held her hand to her mouth, her eyes slightly wide in shock. Her handbag's straps slipped from her shoulder to her elbow and jerked her slightly, bringing her back to the room and away from her thoughts as Roxas raised an eyebrow at her.

"You're from London," he said accusingly, tilting his head to the side and blowing a strand of blond hair out of his face.

"Oh, um, yes," she said, looking back into the corridor almost timidly and locking the hospital door. At Roxas's puzzled stare and nervous shuffle she raised her hands defensively. "No, no. Don't be afraid. My name is Kairi. I just want to talk to you."

"Talk to me?" Roxas laughed sarcastically. "That's new."

She rubbed her arm nervously and sat in Zexion's chair, staying out of Roxas's reach. "I've tried to reach you for a long time, but when I didn't hear from Doctor Flint I began to wonder if you'd got my information. When I went back to talk to a lady called Namine she told me you was in Lancaster. The police told me you were sent to the hospital. How are you feeling?"

Roxas leaned back against the cushions. "You went all out to find us, huh? Makes me wonder why."

"Us?" she asked, confused.

He nodded. "So why did you come? I'm guessing you want more than a friendly chat."

She opened her bag and pulled out her IPhone. "May I… May I take your picture?"

"My picture? You came all the way here for that?"

"Not exactly. I was hoping you could tell me a little about yourself. I know your name is Roxas, but…"

"Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because I…" She stopped and looked at the restraints across Roxas's lap. They weren't kidding when they said he was unstable. I should be careful. If I say something wrong he could get upset. "Because it'll really help me out."

"How is taking a picture of me going to help you out?"

She chewed her lip and chose her words carefully. "Because there are some people you know that need to see you."

"But I don't know anybody."

"Trust me, you know these people."

"Then why don't they come see me?"

"Because they sent me," she lied. "They're very busy, but they really want to see you again."

"What are their names?"

"Their names? Er… Well, they don't exactly want me to tell you yet. They want it to be a surprise."

"Surprise?"

"Yes." She smiled warmly. "So may I take a picture?"

He seemed wary as he leaned away from her. "Just a normal picture? Just like this?"

"What other kind of picture would I take?"

"There are other kinds," he said quietly, but he quickly shook his head and rubbed away the twitch. "Okay, one picture."

"Great!" she beamed. "Um, do you have anything on you that could prove who you are? ID or anything like that?"

"Won't they know it's me without any proof?"

"They just want to make sure."

"Well I don't exactly have any ID." He frowned and looked at his sketchbook, ignoring Vanitas and Ventus and opening the faded book. "I have a picture though." His fingers traced the black and white lines and he coughed into his fist. "Will that do?"

Kairi was in shock. She reached out for the photo, but as her fingers touched the edges and her eyes scanned the familiar faces, Roxas pulled it away and glared at her.

"Don't."

"I'm sorry, I just…" My God! That was Sora! "Roxas, where did you get that photo?"

"It's mine," he said defensively, turning it face down on the bed and rubbing his head, trying to diffuse the migraine that was appearing there. "You can't have it."

"Oh, no, I just wanted to look. Is that your family?"

"Maybe."

She leaned closer, having seen the photo more than once in a frame Sora owned. "Your mother is very pretty."

A lump formed in Roxas's throat and he nodded.

"Your father is handsome too. And your dog is so cute." She purposefully avoided mentioning the three brothers as she saw Roxas's mouth twist into an uncomfortable scowl and he nodded, his breathing tight and his eyes glistening. "Roxas, may I take a picture of you with your family photo?"

"With it?"

"Please."

"I guess," he said, rubbing at his eyes until they were dry. "Better hurry up though."

"Oh, yes, of course. May I?" she asked, but without waiting for his response she sat on the bed beside him and lifted her pink-cased up.

Roxas blinked dumbly and rubbed at his nose when the overwhelming scent of sweet perfume and deodorant invaded his senses. He was uncomfortable with how close she was sitting, but he was also grateful that she didn't try to touch him. He moved his hand away and she turned the camera towards them. For a brief moment he saw himself in the screen, she asked him to hold the picture up, he ignored the voices in his head and held it, and he was half-blinded when the flash went off unexpectedly.

Kairi jumped off the bed and double checked the image with a grin. "Fantastic!"

Roxas tucked the photo away and sighed when his eye twitched. "You'd better go."

"Huh? Oh, you don't want to talk?"

"It is not that he doesn't want to, but I don't think I should allow it," Zexion said coldly from the doorway, pocketing a spare key. He eyed Kairi up and down, saw the phone in her hand, and frowned. "Please tell me you were not recording something with one of our patients whilst a member of staff wasn't present."

"R-recording?" she stammered.

"Because I assure you, it is that type of behaviour that can get a young lady fired from her job with the NHS," Zexion warned, stepping into the room with a young doctor behind him. The doctor walked to Roxas's other side, but as he tried to grab his hand the blond yanked it back and scowled at the needle in the man's hand.

"Zexion, I don't want it," Roxas growled.

"Roxas, there is nothing I can do," Zexion said calmly, his eyes a little softer, but they hardened immediately as they turned on Kairi. "I will ask you to leave, miss, and I ensure you that if you have taken any photos, videos, etc. with a patient from the London asylum, you will receive dire consequences. Am I clear?"

She nodded, her mouth a thin line.

"Why can't she take a picture of me?" Roxas asked. "Zexion, I swear to god, if this doctor doesn't take that fucking needle away I'm going to stick it—"

"What are you injecting him with?" Kairi asked.

"That is none of your concern," Zexion said.

"Actually, as a nurse I feel it is my duty to ensure every patient is safe, whether they're under my care or not," she said fiercely, glaring at Zexion.

"Miss, it's just a sedative," the young doctor said. "It's completely safe."

"I said no!" Roxas yelled, yanking away from the man that tried to grab his arm and lashing out until the bed rocked, the straps on his legs loosened and he was gasping for breath. "Get off! No!"

"If he doesn't want the treatment—"

"This is none of your concern," Zexion said coldly to Kairi, opening the door. He grabbed her arm roughly, squeezing until she cried out.

"Hey! Zexion, let her go!" Roxas snapped. "She didn't do anything!"

"I am under strict orders," Zexion said, all of the friendliness gone from his voice. "There is a lot more riding on this than just your safe transportation, P13."

Roxas opened his mouth to answer, but his chest tightened and he curled inwards, spluttering repeatedly until he could hardly breathe. The young doctor saw an opening and took his chance, snatching Roxas's arm quickly and steadying it ready for the sedative.

"Hey! Hey, he said no," Kairi said, but as she tried to head for the bed Zexion dragged her outside and slammed the door shut.

She tried the handle but it was locked, and as Zexion stood on the other side of the door she couldn't see in. As she tried the handle again and again she attracted the attention of a security officer nearby, but although she tried to explain the situation he wouldn't listen, claiming it was "official business" and that if she didn't leave she would be escorted off the premises and investigated.

Fearful that she may lose her job, she readjusted her bag over her shoulder and left quickly, biting her tongue until she was round the corner and out of earshot of the officers. The busy hospital scene, the ringing phones, the whirring machines, the hurrying feet and the occasional wail hid her panicked breaths, and she flicked through her contacts quickly, finding Sora.

Brr Brr… Brr Brr… Brr B—

"Kairi?"

"Sora! Thank god you picked up."

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but—"

"Then why are you calling me at work? Kairi, you know I'm busy."

"This is serious, Sora!" She caught the anxious stares of the passing hospital staff, smiled politely, and lowered her voice. "Sora, it's about Roxas—"

"Oh, Kairi, no," Sora sighed. "Not this again. I don't want to hear it."

"But—"

"Kairi, I said no. My brother is dead. For God's sake, let him rest."

"Sora, just listen. I—"

"I have to get back to work."

She was too angry to speak.

"Kairi? Kairi, are you—"

"I can't believe you," she whispered, making a fist with her hand and closing her eyes. "Your brother needs you and you—"

"I'm not listening to this. Kairi, I love you. I have to go."

"Sora, please don't hang—"

Beep Beep Beep.

Sora hung up and placed his phone on his desk, sighing and rubbing his temples to ease himself of the headache.

Beep!

"Sir, there is a client here who wishes to speak with you," a woman's voice called through the intercom on the desk.

Sora clicked the button. "I'm busy at the moment."

"Yes, sir. I'll reschedule."

He released the button and leaned back in his chair, swivelling round so he could look over the skyline of his home-city. Sunset was just beginning to light the edges of the houses, the traffic was building up as people rushed to get home to their families, and Sora was stuck at work for another five hours.

Glancing back at his phone, he saw the photo on his desk—the one he and his brothers had photocopied a long time ago. His eyes flashed over his mother, his father, the small Westie, Vanitas and Ventus, and finally Roxas.

He pushed the frame down.

Beep Beep!

"Huh?" Frowning, he glanced at his vibrating phone.

New email. From: Kairi.

She's resilient, he thought, and a loving smile stretched on his lips. Damn I love that woman.

Unable to stay mad at her for long, he opened her message.

To: Sora_Strife243cool8Dude

CC: VentusStrife01, VanitasStrife_666KillaXP

Believe me now!

Sora was confused. He read the message once, twice, thrice, contemplated replying or calling her phone, and then finally he saw the small paperclip flashing at the top of the screen…

There was one attachment waiting.

Author's Notes:

Phew, been a while ^_^ Glad to be back though! I love writing for this story! Although this is hot off the press again and becoming a bad habit in development lol Please forgive any mistakes!

So, a small progression with Axel and Roxas's relationship, but I think the main thing that happened here was at the end. There's only one attachment Kairi could have sent. ;)

A lot of people have been curious about how long this story will be. Without giving too much away, I think it may be safe to think that I could go over 100,000 words with this story (is that a good thing?), but we are over halfway through. Sorry I can't give a more definitive answer!

P.S. I am very sorry that this cliff-hanger is mean. To make up for it, I will include more Axel and Roxas in the next chapter ^_^

P.P.S. At the end there, those are the brothers' personal email addresses, but I couldn't make it realistic without this site trying to hyperlink it. So, to be safe rather than sorry, those are their personal (not work!) emails.

mitzi-hindle – I'm so glad you could picture everything! I worked really hard and even had a map at one point to help lol. You would be right about the phone-call! It was about Zexion's brother, and he will make an appearance in the near future ^_^. I think that Roxas being in the PDSA clinic was a stroke of good luck lol I hope you enjoy the next chapter! :D

Anonymous (Guest) – I'm so happy that you're excited! And I hope to be updating for My Neko 2 soon, and I would be really really happy to hear what you think of my riddle XD I'm happy that this story has you thinking ^_^ And I hope you enjoy this chapter too!