A/N: I'm sitting in class, and I typed this. It's not my best, but I sorta like it. And remember:
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One m i n u t e he was there, always there
He remembers the first time he ever saw him. He was standing there, next to Xemnas as he introduced them to the newbie.
His name was Roxas.
'Roxas' he repeated over and over again in his mind.
He was told to watch out for Roxas. He was told to get him out of any bad situation. Until Xemnas was ready, and Roxas could be used as a pawn in their chess game of life...
They were great together. They were as close to friends as Nobodies could get, since they couldn't feel.
Everything was going fine, until that one day.
They had been training together just like everyday at the time when something happened. The weapon he was holding started to glow. When the glowing died down, there it was.
The Keyblade. The weapon of Great Power and Horrible Destruction.
That was when Xemnas came, taking Roxas away, while he stood watching him go.
It was that night when he was standing outside when he walked by.
"You can't turn on the Organization!" he cried, while in his mind, he didn't want his only friend to abandon him.
"Why did the Keyblade choose me? I have to know," he replied simply.
Why; Keyblade; me; knowledge.
"You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!" he yelled.
He turned back slowly and looked his friend in the eye, "No one would miss me," he said softly.
"That's not true," he whispered as his only friend walked away, "I would,"
Then he was gone. Gone just as fast as he came. Gone, probably never to return. Gone to find reasons to things that had no, needed no, reasons.
He was gone, and nothing he did would ever bring him back…
And t h e n, he was gone…