-July 16th, five years ago-

A tall, red haired man stood nervously in front of a mirror attempting to put on a tie, inside a beach tent.

"Hey Axel, can I talk to you for a second?" Came a small voice from behind the twenty year old.

"Now really isn't a good time Rox. I have to finish getting ready, and I can't seem to put this stupid thing on!" The groom ripped the piece of cloth away from him, and thru it to the ground in frustration. The blond giggled, picking up the tie, and walking up to his older brother.

"Here, let me help you with it." The eighteen year old smiled softly at the redhead. "You really are a goof when your nervous."

"What makes you think I'm nervous?" the older man raised his eyebrows.

"Well, you can't even put a tie on for starters!"

"Hey, I'm Axel! I'm never nervous, got it memorized?" The redhead chuckled, running a hand thru his long spiky hair.

"Never," Roxas giggled.

"Never?"

"That's right, I will never memorize all of your bullshit!" He said, smirking. "You may be able to fool everyone else with that cocky attitude, but you'll never fool me. Got it memorized?"

"Hey, that's my line!" The two brother's laughed.

"Now in all seriousness, I really need to talk to you Axel."

"Can it wait Roxy? I have to be at the alter in ten." Roxas' face fell from its happy nature, to a sadness that the redhead felt never really suited the blond. "What is it Rox?" The teen shifted his wait from one foot to the other nervously. "Come on Roxas, you know you can tell me anything. There is a reason you're my best man." Axel smiled at the small blond, in an attempt to cheer his brother up.

"D-don't marry T-tifa!" Roxas said in a somewhat high pitched voice, still holding onto the tie around Axel's neck. The redhead was startled by the teen, and simply stared at him for a moment.

"Why… shouldn't I?"

"Because she isn't right for you, I know she isn't! I know you wont be happy with her, please don't marry that woman!" The blond took a step away from the other man, letting go of the tie.

"She's… not right for me…? Roxas, if she's not right for me, then… who is?" The groom said slowly, as he processed what his brother was telling him.

Roxas took a step towards the twenty year old, looking at the ground nervously, and mumbled "I am."

"Huh…? What did you say Roxas?" Axel said, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm the one who's right for you!" Roxas said, jumping into Axel's arms, and kissing him passionately. At first, the redhead didn't respond, but before his brain could comprehend what was happening, he began to kiss back, pulling the small blond closer. His heart was racing like it never had before, as his lip continually touched the soft lips of the one in his arms. Slowly the eighteen year old opened his mouth, and the redhead's tongue slipped in. As Axel's tongue caressed the warm wetness inside Roxas' mouth, his pants seemed to be getting a little tight.

"AXEL?" The two men split apart, looking at the door. Tifa stood there, in a beautiful white dress her mother had made, her gloved hands covering her mouth in shock.

"Tifa…" The groom said, his best man still in his arms, and his bride running from the scene. "TIFA!" Axel let go of Roxas, running for the door.

"AXEL WAIT!" The redhead stopped, turning to look at the blond.

"I'm sorry Roxas… but this was a mistake… we're brothers… I'm sorry… I… I can't."

"…and then I ran from the room. Roxas left sometime after that I guess, since he wasn't at the wedding… Dem, as you know, ended up taking his spot as best man." Zexion said nothing for some time, but simply watched the sun start to rise.

"And what about now?" The silver haired cyclist said, not removing his eyes from the sunrise.

"What do you mean?" Axel looked at his friend.

"Do you still think it was a mistake to kiss Roxas back?" The redhead looked to the ground, thinking for a moment, then his gaze moved to the rising sun.

"No… I think the mistake was abandoning him for some woman I never truly loved."

"So… now we know why Roxas was depressed…"

"Yah, now you know…"

"Do you love him?" Zexion said, finally looking at the twenty-five year old.

"Of course I do, he's my brother!"

"Not as a brother Axel, do you love him like he loves you?" The redhead looked at the twenty-six year old, but did not truly see him. He was thinking, searching for the answer to the question that, not only Zexion, but he was asking himself.

"I… I don't know…" Axel looked back down to the ground, ashamed that he could not make a choice.

"We should head back. Yukiko will be waking up soon, and her father should be there to greet her." Zex made a small smile.

"Yah… I still can't grasp the idea that I'm a father… especially to a four year old!"

Axel found his white haired Yukiko sleeping silently in his bed, and the blond Demyx passed out on the floor. The redhead chuckled quietly, walking up to his friend, and slowly waking him. "Hey Dem," Axel whispered, "wake up."

"Hmm?" Demyx mumbled, lifting his head slightly.

"Wake up buddy, Zexion is looking for you."

"My Sexy Zexy?"

"Yah, your Sexy Zexy is looking for you," the redhead giggled.

"Mk," the tall blond said, getting up and walking towards the door, his eye barely open.

"Hey Dem… thanks for watching her last night."

"No prob bob, Yuki is a sweetheart."

"Yuki?"

"Yah, Yukiko is a pretty name and all, but Yuki is just so adorable!" Demyx giggled and walked out of the room.

Axel gently laid in his bed, attempting not to disturb his daughter. For some time he simply laid there, watching her sleep, thinking about Roxas. Images of the blond drifting in and out of his mind… his smile, how it warmed the redhead's heart… his blue eyes, how they could get Axel to do just about anything… his voice, how it always knew how to cheer him up. Deep in his thoughts, Axel didn't notice Yukiko opened her eyes.

"Good morning Daddy," her cute little voice rang thru the silent bedroom.

"Morning Yuki," the redhead said, smiling, and running a hand thru her soft white hair. She smiled back, but the smile soon faded.

"What's wrong Daddy?" The little girl sat up, looking worriedly at her father. At the sight of her face, Axel started to cry.

"Someone Daddy loves very much is sick, and I don't know how to make him feel better." The redhead smiled softly at his daughter.

"Awww, don't cry Daddy!" Yukiko bent down and hugged her father tightly. "Mama Roxas will be ok, you just have to tell him that you love him." WHAT? Axel's mind screamed, his eyebrows jetting up, and his eyes huge.

"Mama Roxas?" The white haired girl pulled out of the hug, looking down at her father.

"Mama told me about how you loved Mama Roxas, and that when I came to live with you he'd be my new Mama!" Yukiko giggled, "but Uncle Demy said he was really sick." Axel's daughter's face fell. "Grandma always said that when someone is sad, and you tell them that you love them they feel a little bit better. Come on!" The small girl jumped out of the bed, grabbing her father's hand, and pulled in an attempt to get him up. The redhead aloud himself to be pulled from the bed.

"Where are we going hunny?"

"We're going to go make Mama Roxas better!" Yuki said cheerfully, gently pulling her father from the room.