Well, this is the end of the fic. I'm sorry that I can only seem to write AkuRoku tragedy One/TwoShots. I'll have to come up witha happy one. Anyways. More lyrics in this chapter, as I wanted to get all these in. Enjoy.

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been

A place that has to be believed, to be seen

You could have flown away

A singing bird in an open cage

Who will only fly, only fly, for freedom

Oh, oh

Walk on, walk on

What you got, they can't deny it

Can't sell it, or buy it

Walk on, walk on

You stay safe tonight

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Things were slow enough around the castle for a while, giving myself and Roxas time to bond, as the kid had a knack for showing up in my room without me noticing. One example of this was quite odd and even embarrassing for me.

I had been in bed (I do need to get sleep, even if I don't have a heart), sleeping, when something shifted the weight on the mattress. Opening my eyes to not the blinding whiteness of the walls, but to darkness, I made a face; it had to be maybe four in the morning! "What the hell?" I grumbled, sitting up, my back against the headboard. When my sight finally managed to clear, there was that shock of blonde hair and the blue eyes that I knew too well. "Roxy?"

Now, I would have said more had the kid not decided to scoot closer to me, meeting my sleepy eyes with his wide-awake ones. Making a face, I sat up fully, rubbing my eyes as I summoned a small amount of fire so that I could see. Why the new guy was sitting on my bed was a mystery to me, so I stared him down, waiting for him to explain himself.

"Axel… could you tell me about the other Organization members?" Still being mostly asleep, I didn't know what he was talking about until he clarified. "The ones who…were killed by Sora before I joined."

"Larxene, Vexen, Lexaeus, and Marluxia?" I was finally catching on. I said nothing about Zexion, as I didn't know if he was really dead or not. When Roxas nodded, I thought about this for a moment, unsure how best to explain it all. He hadn't been here to meet all of the original twelve, not including himself. "Larxene was the one girl in the Organization. Blonde, blue eyes, with antennaes in her hair. Lexaeus was a whale, the strong and silent type. Marluxia was the one who started the whole problem… flower-power guy. Sora took all of them out."

Roxas listened silently, crouching beside me. "What about Vexen?" Now came the hard part.

"Old guy; always going on about 'respecting your elders'."

"How'd he die?"

Oh, man, awkward silence. For some reason, I felt I owed him the truth on this one.

"When I was with Marluxia and Larxene, I was ordered to kill Vexen," I began hesitantly, knees pulled up with my elbows resting on them. "Sora had defeated Vexen by the time I got there, but I still took him out."

The kid's eyes widened, "So you killed him?"

I shrugged, not sure how to go about explaining. "Yeah."

The late evening-early morning visits came often from them on, two or three times a week I would be awoken by the kid sitting on my bed, asking me things about the Keyblade, Nobodies, Heartless, the Organization, and moreover, who he really was. I answered them bets I could, as for who he really was at heart? Hell, I didn't, still don't, know who I am.

Maybe three weeks later was when it happened. Another 'wake up Axel when he should be sleeping' visit came, though when I sat up this time, already wide awake (I hadn't been sleeping), he only had one question, a request, more like.

"Axel?" Roxas asked, crouching right next to me. When I summoned a wisp of fire, assuring him I was awake, he continued. The next thing he said was accompanied with that determined face I know so well. "I want you to kiss me."

My eyes widened in surprise. It wasn't that I was shocked he had asked me to kiss him… that was worded wrong; let me put it another way. It's not like I was straight; the whole Organization knew it, it was just kind of accepted that I was gay. But what was surprising was the fact that my best friend (I had great respect for the kid by this point) wanted me to kiss him.

"Why, Roxas?' I had a right to know. If I was going to kiss him, I wanted to know why.

"Just do it." Yup, that was Roxy all right.

Putting the flame out, I reached over to turn on the lamp beside my bed. It was a nice bed, canopy, red silk, and so on and so forth. When I looked back to him, he was still there, pretty eyes still watching me intently. I was being scrutinized. "Alright then." I could at least do this for him. Not to say I wasn't partially doing it for myself; maybe I had a bit of a crush on him.

"Lay down," I commanded, straddling him when he obliged. Putting a hand on either side of his neck, I leaned down, pressing my own chapped lips to his. I shifted my weight so that I could slip a hand up his shirt, noticing he was toned despite his skinny build.

He writhed underneath me, which only succeeded in getting me worked up, truthfully. He'd asked for me to kiss him, not to screw him, so I 'controlled' myself, slipping my tongue in past his lips when he groaned silently.

When I broke for air, panting as I looked down at the boy beneath me, he blushed, reaching up to tug on that one lock of hair that hangs down over my ear, pulling me back down on top of him. I was taken off-guard, but ran with it, moving down to kiss his neck. After that, though, I could feel myself getting too into it and let him up, brushing my hair out of my face.

There were no more midnight visits after that, as the next day was our last.

It was dark; it was always dark in The World That Never Was; a fitting place for us, those who never were. The building's fluorescent lights were on, as always, it was dark, as always, but myself and Roxas were outside in the streets, far enough away from the castle.

Roxas had turned his back to me, but I knew what face he would be making; even with the cloak on, I knew how he was standing. He was leaving; leaving the Organization; leaving me.

"You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!" I shouted after him, grabbing for things to say to get him to at least face me. I didn't want him to leave. A few months ago, I wouldn't have cared, but now, if he left, I would be by myself again. I'd gotten too used to his company.

"No one would miss me." He sort of glanced back at me, words dismal. Was he really going to leave me by myself? How would I cope? With that, he began to walk off, steps firm and stubborn; decided.

"That's not true…" I murmured, clenching my hands into fists as I resisted the urge to run after him and grab his cloak, beg him to stay, rethink things. "I would." Why was I admitting this? I slumped, closing my eyes. By the time I opened them again, he was gone, no trace of him left behind. Stumbling back to the wall, I slid down, my back against it. I ended up with my head in my hands, refusing to admit he wasn't coming back. I sat like that for hours, not noticing when it began to rain.

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And I know it aches

And your heart, it breaks

You can only take so much

Home...

Hard to know what it is, if you never had one

Home...

I can't say where it is, but I know I'm going

Home...

That's where the hurt is...