A/N: OTP. xDD My first attempt at it. So be nice. And by the way, I haven't finished the game yet, so I don't really know if any of this stuff is cleared up—why Roxas left the XIII, mainly. But don't tell me, though!
Axel looked at Roxas, his eyes wide. "Wh…what?"
"You heard me." Roxas's back was to him now. "This Organization…I'm going. For good. Marluxia's old toy Namine can shred up my mind all she wants—as long as I forget. I won't take the fact that there are more Keyblade-wielders."
"B-but…! You're over-reacting, Roxas! I thought you already released your anger on that one guy—"
"Quiet, Axel. If you were REALLY my friend, you wouldn't let me relive such humiliation."
"It doesn't matter anymore…You're going to forget about me anyway…"
Axel turned to his friend, carefully removing the silver, chained necklace from his own neck: a replica of his weapon. He clutched it tight…then reached over, brushed back Roxas's hair, and secured the necklace around his tan neck.
Roxas was silent, and Axel smiled softly. "A…gift. From me. So…you don't forget…Hopefully."
The smaller boy looked down at the charm now hanging from his neck, then up at his red-haired friend. Roxas tugged at Axel's sleeve, motioning for him to bend over. As soon as they were eye-level, the boy pecked Axel on the cheek.
Roxas smirked slyly. "So you don't forget ME."
The End.