kay this is a little random but I needed to post these eventually

anyway this is Axel asking 26 about Roxas BEFORE rebuilding him-the scene is featured in ch135 but from Demyx's POV. This is from Axel's POV.

Also there's something else at the end~


~take one!

Axel grabbed the Vexen Replica by his cloak and slammed him into the wall. He summoned a chakram with his free hand and held it to the Vexen Replica's throat. The Vexen Replica eyed it warily, but did not flinch.

"You aren't telling me something," Axel hissed.

"I've told you that it's impossible," the Vexen Replica replied, the calmness he had only faltering slightly. "I don't see what the point is threatening me over it. The information is absolutely useless to you."

"Then there's no harm telling me," Axel said; it was easy for him to go from threatening and angry to calm and almost laughing, given he was merely pretending to feel these emotions. There were some perks to being a Nobody and lacking a heart.

The Vexen Replica cast another wary glance at the chakram at his throat, and then sighed. "Yes," he said. "If we had access to the Main Computer of Castle Oblivion, we could create a Replica."

Axel's calm quickly became anger again. "That wasn't the question I asked. I asked if it was possible to bring him back."

"Well, if his original file was updated recently… oh," the Vexen Replica paused and put on a mock expression of sadness. "It wouldn't even matter if it was; we don't have access to any of the original files. They were on the database, and the database was wiped."

Despite lacking a heart, Axel was suddenly not very fond of this Vexen Replica.

"What if I can get around that problem?" he asked.

The Vexen Replica raised his eyebrows. "I suppose you can get around the lack of access to the Main Computer then, too," he said. His tone clearly said that he didn't believe that one bit, and found the entire idea laughable.

Axel pressed his chakram up against the Vexen Replica's throat, just enough to pierce the skin.

"You won't kill me," the Vexen Replica said, remaining perfectly calm. "If this brilliant plan of yours is going to work, you need someone who knows how to use the Program, and you aren't going to want to hunt another one of us down. If there even is another one of us. Master Vexen didn't just give the knowledge of his Program to any Replica."

Axel didn't move the chakram. "Can we bring him back or not?"

"If you miraculously have access to the Main Computer, and if you have access to his original file – provided his original file was updated relatively recently prior to his death, which it might not have been…" the Vexen Replica was silent for a moment, almost as if he were considering what he said next: "Yes, it should be possible."

"And if his file wasn't updated recently?" Axel asked.

"Well… depends on how much he is missing," the Vexen Replica replied slowly. "We could restore him – lacking memory – without a problem. But if you want him to have all his memories…"

"I do."

"Then…" the Vexen Replica took another moment to think. "I suppose we could use your memories of him to fill in the gaps. It will not be ideal, and I have never worked with memories before, but it should be possible."

Axel smiled and banished his chakram, though he did not let go of the Vexen Replica's cloak. "C'mon then, we're going to go see the boss." He reached out and formed a dark corridor.

"We're—what!?"

Axel had already dragged him through the dark corridor.

xXx

~take 2 aka the LESS obvious take (since I wanted to surprise y'all with Roxas):

Axel grabbed the Vexen Replica by his cloak and slammed him into the wall. He summoned a chakram with his free hand and held it to the Vexen Replica's throat. The Vexen Replica eyed it warily, but did not flinch.

"You aren't telling me something," Axel hissed.

"I've told you that it's impossible," the Vexen Replica replied, the calmness he had only faltering slightly. "I don't see what the point is threatening me over it. The information is absolutely useless to you."

"Then there's no harm telling me," Axel said; it was easy for him to go from threatening and angry to calm and almost laughing, given he was merely pretending to feel these emotions. There were some perks to being a Nobody and lacking a heart.

The Vexen Replica cast another wary glance at the chakram at his throat, and then sighed. "Yes," he said. "If we had access to the Main Computer of Castle Oblivion, we could create a Replica."

Axel's calm quickly became anger again. "That wasn't the question I asked. I asked if it were possible!"

"Well, if the original file was updated recently… oh," the Vexen Replica paused and put on a mock expression of sadness. "It wouldn't even matter if it was; we don't have access to any of the original files. They were on the database, and the database was wiped."

Despite lacking a heart, Axel was suddenly not very fond of this Vexen Replica.

"What if I can get around that problem?" he asked.

The Vexen Replica raised his eyebrows. "I suppose you can get around the lack of access to the Main Computer then, too," he said. His tone clearly said that he didn't believe that one bit, and found the entire idea laughable.

Axel pressed his chakram up against the Vexen Replica's throat, just enough to pierce the skin.

"You won't kill me," the Vexen Replica said, remaining perfectly calm. "If this brilliant plan of yours is going to work, you need someone who knows how to use the Program, and you aren't going to want to hunt another one of us down. If there even is another one of us. Master Vexen didn't just give the knowledge of his Program to any Replica."

Axel didn't move the chakram. "Can we do it or not?"

"If you miraculously have access to the Main Computer, and if you have access to the original file – provided the original file was updated relatively recently prior to…" The Vexen Replica trailed off, and was silent for quite some time, as if he were considering what he said next: "Yes, it should be possible."

"And if the file wasn't updated recently?"

"Well… depends on how much is missing from the original file," the Vexen Replica replied slowly. "Theoretically, we could restore it – lacking all memories – without a problem. But if you want the memories…"

"I do."

"Then…" the Vexen Replica took another moment to think. "I suppose we would have to resort to other means to fill the gaps. It would not be ideal, and I have never worked with memories before, but it… should be possible."

Axel smiled and banished his chakram, though he did not let go of the Vexen Replica's cloak. "C'mon then, we're going to go see the boss." He reached out and formed a dark corridor.

"We're—what!?"

Axel had already dragged him through the dark corridor.

~and then I turned that version above into Demyx's POV and that is what you see in Dead Inside (ch135 if I'm not mistaken…)

xXx

~And… back to what we were doing!

They arrived in Where Nothing Gathers—the Round Room, as most in the Organization referred to it—rather unceremoniously. After being dragged through the dark corridor by Axel—whom he was beginning to think had gone insane—Vexen Replica Number 26 found himself thrown to the ground. He bit his tongue, trying to hold on to his calm. No outbursts; he needed to be in control of his emotions. That was what he had promised Master Vexen.

"I assume you have good reason for coming to me like this, Axel," Xemnas said, his tone so emotionless—calm—that it almost made 26 jealous.

The fragments of jealousy were quickly replaced by anger as 26 felt a foot—no doubt it was Axel's—nudge him in the side. He would not be treated this way! His hold on his emotions broke. But considering that he had been threatened, dragged here against his will, thrown to the ground and kicked in the side—in front of the Organization's Superior, no less!—he figured he had a right to feel angry. He was about to do something with that anger when Axel said:

"Tell him what you told me."

Anger quickly fled to panic. Admitting that Axel's crazy ideas were possible to Axel was one thing. He'd merely done that to get the chakram away from his throat. Explaining that this impossible idea might actually work to the Superior was something 26 did not want to do.

"Now, wait a minute," he said, scrambling to his feet. "This plan of yours does not actually work, Axel!" He turned his attention to Xemnas. "My apologies, Lord Xemnas," he said with a slight bow. "If I had known Axel was going to drag me to you, I would've tried harder to make it clear to him that pursuing this plan of his is pure folly."

Axel ignored him. "I found a way to bring Roxas back," he said.

"Did you?" Xemnas sounded intrigued. Given the fact he lacked emotions and didn't try to pretend otherwise (like most other members of the Organization), 26 figured this wasn't a good thing.

"No, he didn't," 26 corrected, firmly but politely. He'd deal with his anger towards Axel later. For the moment, calmness was his best option. If he wanted to convince both Axel and Xemnas that this plan wouldn't work, outbursts were certainly not going to help him. "We lack access to the full Program, and without it, we cannot create a Replica at all."

"I already said I could get around that problem, didn't I?" Axel replied, raising his eyebrows.

26 frowned.

"Can you, Axel?" Xemnas asked.

"Yeah."

"Then why have you not mentioned it sooner? Why have you let us all sit and wait for Saix to retrieve the Program, if you already knew how to do so?"

Axel scratched his head. "Because my plan doesn't necessarily mean we get the Program back. It just grants us access to it long enough for us to create a Replica."

"And what would your plan be?" 26 asked.

"We storm Castle Oblivion, lock ourselves in with the Computer, rebuild Roxas, get out; simple." Axel acted like it was no big deal. 26 rolled his eyes. There was certainly more to storming Castle Oblivion than that.

"What if the Computer Room is locked?" 26 asked. "What if we can't get in? How large are their defenses? There are holes in this plan, Axel. What about the Database? They wiped that, remember? Without that, we cannot access Roxas's original file."

Axel gave him a sideways look. "Do you think they're idiots? They have the Database backed up on an external hard drive. And I happen to know where they're keeping it."

"And what else do you happen to know?"

"A lot of things," Axel replied vaguely. "The Rebellion trusts me. I figured that if I let them think that I was on their side, my recon missions in C.O. would be a lot easier."

26 glared at Axel, not believing or trusting him one bit. However, Xemnas was more likely to listen to Axel than to him, which meant that they were most likely going to end up going through with this ridiculous plan. If only he could figure out how to convince them that this wasn't a good idea…

But Xemnas wants his Keyblade wielder.

And Axel wants Roxas.

The odds weren't in his favor.

"Even so, Axel," he said. "Yes, this ridiculous plan of yours might work, but there are still a million things that could go wrong in rebuilding Roxas."

"You told me that it was possible." The tone in Axel's voice didn't leave much room for argument. "That provided we got a hold of his original file, the only thing we might have trouble with is memories."

"Memories are fickle things," 26 argued, anyway. "They might not be as easy to restore as you would hope."

"I don't see a problem," Xemnas interrupted. "We can get our Keyblade wielder back, isn't that enough?"

Axel smiled smugly. 26 grimaced.

"I think it is." A new voice. Xigbar. 26 wondered when he had arrived. "But we might want to put a little more thought into this before we attack Castle Oblivion. Figure out a plan of action, who's going, you know." He sounded surprisingly casual, and even lounged in his chair like he had no care in the world.

"Inform the other members that we'll have a meeting in an hour," Xemnas instructed. "We'll discuss it then."

Without a word, Xigbar was gone.

Axel formed a dark corridor around himself, changing his position so he was now in his seat for the meeting. 26 stood where he was, unsure of quite what to do. He wasn't quite happy about the fact they were going through with this plan, but you really couldn't argue with Xemnas.

"Should I stay?" he asked. It was a formality more than anything else. Replicas were not often allowed at the Organization's meetings, and he was most likely going to be sent away. But he still had to ask, on the off chance he was needed. "I will need to come with you – or whoever is going – on the mission; you'll need me to work the Program."

"Do you have any input you feel is necessary for the plan?" Xemnas asked.

Besides that there are a million things that could go wrong and we shouldn't be risking so much…?

"No, sir," he said.

"Then you may go."

26 nodded, formed a dark corridor around himself, and was gone.