Pieces of You

Chapter Two: Coliseum (I)

Cheers from the Coliseum could be heard throughout the city. The crowd was thick with people chatting about the renown hero fighting in the annual tournament. The jeweler had special coins made in his honor, made from real gold brandishing Hercules' smiling face.

Women wore fresh laurel wreathes about their heads as they danced in the street, their silk togas were nearly see through and teased their bodies for all to see. Men drooled, their faces flushed with wine as they feet carried them to the arena where more merriment would be felt.

A small body darted between it all. Dodging and ducking past the festivities, the sleeves of his tunic slipping off slender shoulders as he raced away from the arena.

A sharp shout of his name echoed behind him, "Roxas!"

The boy flinched. His master was calling for him. But, now was the best time to escape. When the streets were flooded with people and wine. He ducked into an alley, just as the guards ran past.

His heart raced as he pressed closer against the wall, hiding it as well as he could against the shadows. Roxas waited one moment and then another. His heart thudding against his chest as he scanned the crowd for his master's men. When everything seemed clear he slinked out, slow and cautious like a cat.

Blue eyes roamed over the festival around him. The music and cheering was deafening, but the sound of his own heartbeat threatened to drown it out. He made sure to keep his body low as he zigzagged away from the arena and towards a nearby temple. Somewhere where he could hide out for the day. Just the day, that was all he needed.

He nearly made it to.

His attention was focused behind him, he didn't notice the guards posted outside the temple of Zeus. Not until they grabbed him by the back of the cloth, nearly tearing his tunic off in the process. "Hey!" He squeaked as his body was pulled back.

"Catch ya'." The guard snarled, "Thought you could get out of your duties for the day did you? Well, the master will not be pleased."

He saw the guard reach for the sword at his side and panicked. Roxas threw up his arms, trying to block the man's attack. His fingers clenched feeling as if something should be between them, his own weapon, something to defend himself. But there was nothing.

There was a flash of steel, a cruel smile, and then hard metal slammed against the side of his head. Stars burst into his vision as he fell to his knees. Fear strangled his heart as he watched the darkness creep in. Closer and closer, until it consumed him whole.

Sora gaped at the sight before him. He'd never seen the city streets so packed before. People jostled him as they walked by, he could barely tell which street led to the memorable coliseum.

"Hey move it!" A man shouted.

Sora felt a tug on his neck as he was yanked out of the way. A man in a horse cart trudged on, giving the brunet a dirty glare as he did so.

"You can't just stand around like a mute," Axel chided, releasing the back of Sora's hoodie. "This place will eat you alive."

"But- But..." Sora gasped, "Where did all these people come from?" His sudden shout drew the attention of a few people, but the rest simply ignored him as they continued on their way.

Kairi tilted her head in sympathy. Her keen eyes taking everything in with interest. "Haven't you been here before?"

"Yes," Sora exclaimed, "but it's never been like this!" He gestured to the thick crowd. Men and women wearing silk across their shoulders. Gold hanging around their necks, green vines woven in their hair. The women looked beautiful, Kairi thought. The men were wearing skirts, Axel frowned in distaste.

"Excuse me miss," Kairi said to a nearby woman. She was shaped like a pear, with wine-stained red lips. Her eyes narrowed on Kairi, but she stayed in place once the girl gave a gentle smile. "Can you tell us what's going on here?"

"Well, it is the Festival of Zeus!" The women cried, eying their strange attire. "Today we feast like the gods! And take entertainment from Zeus' own son, Hercules."

"Hercules?" Sora perked at the name, "What is he doing?"

"What else?" The woman scoffed, throwing a silk scarf over her shoulder, "He's fighting in the tournament."

"A tournament?" The three keyblade wielders repeated, exchanging a look.

Kairi was the first to break out into a grin. "It looks like your heart found the right place for us to train."

Sora blushed, patting his chest proudly. "Yeah, I guess so... We should make our way to the arena. I want to catch up with Hercules before the fight begins."

"Well, I intend to sign up," Kairi said, eyeing him. "And you should do the same, right Axel?"

Axel blinked at the sound of his name, his eyes refocusing from a boy sitting on the steps of a nearby temple. Blond hair tousled over his shoulders and a smile as bright as the sun. He wasn't Roxas, the hair was too dull and the legs were too it was enough that his mind had played a helpless trick on him.

God, he needed a distraction. Maybe beating some poor sap would do him some good. "Yeah," he agreed to Kairi, "We're here to train after all."

His two companions grinned at him, excitement lighting up their faces. Sora's smile was the same as always, bright and carefree. The Burnett lead the way, following a parade of people who all seemed to be heading towards the tournament.

Even though Sora had been to the world before, his head swiveled around taking the environment in as if for the first time. He and Kiari ooh'd and aww'd over the grand temples and marble columns. They stared back at the gold statues that lined the streets they walked down.

Vendors called out to them offering food and sweetmeats. One freely placed a wreath around Kairi's head. She giggled, touching the gift. "This place is amazing."

"Yeah," Sora smiled. The festivities seemed to chase the shadows away from his face. Seeing new places, discovering new things, brought a light to Sora's eyes that had been missing since the failed mastery test. "I've never seen it this lively. The tournament this year should be really good."

The arena was impossible to miss. It had grown since the last time Sora had visited. An entire second floor had been added, now adorned with colorful flowers in celebration. Several large doorways welcomed the crowd but Sora veered off to the left, dragging the other two behind him. "Herc should be in the training area. We can sign up for the tournament there."

They ran half way around the large coliseum until they found an enclosed square with a sign in ancient lettering. Sora breezed past the sign as if he done so a million times. Kairi and Axel looked at each other and then followed, quickly taking in the new space.

Several men in armor stood in the square. Swinging their swords and shouldering their shields. Sora was already running towards a corner where a ginger-haired man was lifting a large weight. "Herc!"

The man turned, a smile breaking out on his face. "Sora? Is that you?" He dropped the weight with little care, it clattered to the ground, leaving a deep indent from its weight. "Don't tell me you're here for the tournament."

Sora laughed at the sight, cupping his hands behind his head. "Honestly, I didn't even know this was going on until we arrived. Are you fighting in it?"

Hercules nodded, "Of course, this tournament is in honor of my father after all." Hercules stared at the two new arrivals hanging behind Sora, his smile faded. "Where is Donald and Goofy?"

"They didn't come with me this time. I brought my friends Kairi and Axel." Sora grabbed Kairi's hand and pulled her forward. Axel hung back, watching the scene with interest. "We're all looking to enter the tournament and get stronger."

Hercules tilted his head, taking in the three strange teenagers in front of him. "I don't see why not. Let me talk to the coordinator and see if I can get you all a spot."

"When does the tournament start?" Kairi asked, always thinking a step ahead.

"Tomorrow officially, but today is the opening ceremony." A roar from the gathering crowd interrupted Hercules. He turned and gave the tower arena a longing look. "I'll have to be quick if you all want to a spot. Give me a second."

"We'll wait here." Sora agreed, watching as Hercules disappeared down a dark hallway.

"This is happening pretty fast," Kairi said, eying the other warriors in the square. They had stopped in their training to stare at the newcomers. Trying to assess the competition. "Do you think we're ready?"

"We'll be fine," Axel said, not at all impressed with the competition. He nudged Sora encouragingly, "Just make sure to meet me in the finals."

Sora pushed back teasingly, "One of us will have to fight Hercules you know. He's pretty tough."

"So am I." Kairi interrupted with a wicked grin, "You boys shouldn't underestimate me."

Axel laughed. At one time he might have done so, but since he'd become whole she had been his training partner while Riku and Sora ran off on adventures. She'd grown a lot since he'd first met her. Still the bright smiling girl everyone knew, but there was a new gleam of determination in her eyes.

"Well, how about we not waste this time," Axel suggested, flicking his wrist and summoning his blade. The eyes of their fellow competitors widened at the sight. He flashed them an innocent smile. "If we're going to enter a tournament, we should be training as well."

Sora and Kairi nodded eagerly, summoning their own weapons. Without warning, Axel lounged for them.

Axel was had barely begun to sweat when Hercules returned. Just enough time for a warm up.

Sora was breathing hard though, he was out of shape since his failed test. Or maybe it was because of the new hole he felt in his heart. Concern pinched in Axel's gut as he watched the other boy. The change hadn't escaped Kairi either. She knew Sora, as well as anyone and the sudden change in his fighting skill, caused her to pull her swings and ask if he was alright more than once. Sora waved off her concern and straightened just as Hercules approached them.

"Guys, this is Demanarus. He's the one hosting the tournament." Hercules inclined his head to a small, short man that stood next to him.

The man was about the same height as Sora, but the blue toga he wore made him look like a plump blueberry. His black hair was oily and the scent of perfume clung to him desperately in the summer heat. He gave the three a welcoming smile. "You three were quite remarkable. I was going to agree to Hercules' request either way, but after watching you fight I know I've made the right decision." He clapped his hands in excitement, "Now the opening ceremony is about to begin. But you can't walk out in those clothes. We'll give you a quick prep so we can begin on schedule. Slaves!"

Three lanky bodies walked out from the tunnel as Demanarus began to issue out orders. "Get them a bath and some armor. If you're going to compete you have to look the part. Now, you three will come with the rest of the competitors to my house for the opening feast tonight and-"

The sound of metal clattering to the ground interrupted the happy occasion. The red keyblade burst into stardust a second later. Sora and Kairi turned to Axel, who had suddenly gone very pale. His green eyes wide as he looked at one of the slaves lined up in front of them.

This time it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. He knew that small body. Suddenly he felt as breathless as Sora, but he still managed to get out a single name.

"Roxas?"

Demanarus frowned at him. "Do you know this slave?"

Slave? Axel blinked at the word, unable to understand what he meant by it. Finally, he took in the rest of the boy in front of him. The flimsy toga that hung over his lean frame, the way Roxas refused to lift his gaze, just like the other two slaves standing next to him. His face was blank like those first long days Roxas had joined the organization.

Hot anger sparked in his stomach as things started to make sense. He may not know how or why Roxas was here, but he wasn't a slave. Not while Axel was around. "You..." Even he heard the growling threat in the word. He stepped forward and Demanarus' eyes widened in fear. Yes, good.

Roxas finally looked up, his blue eyes wide as they took in Axel for the first time. But there was no recognition there. There was nothing but curiosity.

Sora looked from Axel to Roxas in stunned surprise. Kairi was quicker on her feet. She grabbed Axel's hand and pulled him back. The same easy smile was back on her face as she turned to Demanarus. "A feast sounds lovely." She said, "Come on guys. We don't want the opening ceremony to stall because of us."

Axel turned to her, still unable to voice the feelings tingling his nerves. Kairi winked at him and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Demanarus' cheer had disappeared, he eyed them suspiciously. "Yes, well..." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Quickly, he turned to the three slaves, still awaiting their orders. His eyes narrowed accusingly on Roxas, "Make it fast. We begin shortly."

The slaves bowed in understanding and then began to lead them towards the tunnel. The lone female came up beside Kairi and tugged her in a different direction then the boys. Sora and Axel had no choice but to follow Roxas and a quiet black haired boy.

Axel kept his gaze on the boy in front of him. Was this really Roxas? Or just another look alike? There had been no recognition on his face? But everything about him was the same. The way he had frowned at Demanarus, the way he walked.

They were led to a large indoor bathing area. Beautiful marble lined the floor along with statues of gods and heroes, a smell of newly lit incense filled the air. Sora made a surprised sound that echoed in the vast space. They were the only people in the bathhouse.

Roxas gave him a small glare, "Please undress and wash. We'll get your armor."

"W-What?" Sora's cheeks went pink at the request.

Axel's own stomach squeezed as the words. His memory recalled another time Roxas had said something similar, just not as polite. Last time the words had been whispered in a dark room as nimble hands fumbled with the zippers of their cloaks. He tried to shrug the memory away and began lifting his shirt over his head in one quick motion. "Alright."

"Axel!" Sora hissed, but it was too late. Within Seconds Axel was shirtless and working off his pants. He glanced up, amused green eyes met impassive blue but Roxas was watching him and that had to be something.

When he was fully naked he made sure to give his lean muscles a nice stretch, just for show. Oh, and the small black haired slave was staring as well. That was a good boost to his ego, he felt like stirring up the pot. "Shouldn't one of you help us wash? There are places I can't reach," Axel gave the kid a feral grin. He slave squeaked as Roxas let out an annoyed growl.

"Wash yourself." Roxas grabbed the slave's hand and stomped out of the room. Axel felt himself deflate, he knew that growl. It both hurt and felt exhilarating to have Roxas' ire aimed at him again, but maybe he had pushed a little too much.

The water sloshed onto the marble as he sunk his body in. To his surprise it was heated, the perfect remedy after their quick training session. "Come on in Sora, the water is fine." He heard the click of Sora's buckles as the other boy undressed, slowly. Axel sighed, "I'm not looking at you."

"I know that," Sora whined back at him. Finally, the water shifted as the teen fell in. Axel counted to ten before turning to look at Sora. He found the kid neck deep in the water, a pair of narrow blue eyes staring back at him expectantly. "You seemed awfully busy looking at someone else."

"Ah," Axel said intelligently. Being subtle had never been something he was good at and he had forgotten that at one point Sora had Roxas in his heart. He must have seen something from those memories. But sweet, unobtrusive Sora had never said anything. Maybe because the two of them had never been in a situation where they needed to address the elephant in the room. Or, to be more accurate, the blond.

Sora surprised him again, however, by not pressing the issue. He dunked his head under the water and came up, gaze tilted towards the vaulted ceiling. "I wonder what he's doing here."

"My question exactly."

"He didn't seem to know who we were." Sora sounded a little sad at the realization.

Axel let out a long exhale. "No, he didn't."

"Well, you should talk to him. Try to figure it out." He knew that tone in Sora's voice. He was trying desperately to fix the situation, "Maybe his whole person was from here."

Axel had considered that. There were clues speckled around them, more questions and not nearly enough answers. Sora's sudden condition, a boy name Ventus, and now Roxas. The three orbited around each other, tied together by an invisible string and changing each other's fates. Axel wanted nothing more than to cut that string and pull Roxas into his own orbit. It just wasn't fair.

The sound of feet echoed back to them and the conversation was cut short. Roxas and the other slave emerged, their hands full of bronze armor, helmets, and basic tunics. The blond still wore a sour look, "The master has instructed us to get you dressed. So if you're ready…"

"Ready." Axel agreed as he got to feet. Sora coughed, avoiding his eyes but Roxas did budge. The other teen's mouth opened as he stared at the naked body with nothing short of lust. Axel grinned, "Are you going to be helping me?"

The question was a gamble. Roxas could have easily seen how much he wanted that and directed the other slave to assist him. Luckily, Axel liked to think that he knew Roxas well. Even this version of him that didn't seem to remember their relationship. He knew Roxas never backed down from a challenge and that stood true now. "Of course," Roxas squared his jaw and stepped forward. He held a towel and Axel walked up to meet him.

Rough fabric rubbed down Axel's wet body, but he could tell Roxas was trying to be gentle. Trying not to touch him too much. The younger boy's eyes focused on the tiled floor, not paying too much attention to the job at hand or the person he was touching. Having him so close again was unnerving as Axel actively drank in the sight. Committing everything to memory. The way blond hair fell into blue eyes, the freckles that lined his shoulders, the gentle slope of his collarbone. All the things he loved and thought he would never see again.

"Do you remember me?" The question startled Roxas as much as it did Axel. The voice didn't sound like his own, it was rough with unresolved grief and longing.

Roxas' hands snapped back to his side. His brows dipped as he tried to make sense of the question, "Remember?"

He'd seen that cautious look on Roxas' face before. A boy that was doing his best to protect himself from the world around him. Luckily, Axel had broken through it all before and he could do it again. He gave his brightest grin, one Kairi always called cat-like. "Name's Axel."

Something like a smile tugged at Roxas' lips. "I think I would have remembered someone like you."

Good. That was good, and also bad. Roxas wasn't running away from him screaming but he also didn't remember a thing. Two steps forward one step back, the story of Axel's life. He sighed and turned his eyes to the ceiling, reminding himself not to complain too much. Roxas was back and that was all that matter. He could fix the rest

"I'm going to help you into your armor now," Roxas said, gathering the material from the bench.

Sora was already halfway dressed, watching them from across the room and batting the slave's hands away as he did the latches on his own armor. Axel nodded and accepted a heavy golden chest plate without question. He let Roxas help him with the latches, amused when the kid scoffed and asked for him to bed down so he could see what he was doing. A real chuckle escaped Axel at the request and he complied, leaning forward and bringing his face closer to Roxas'. He could feel the other boy's breath against his face, see the lines of his eyes, and…

His amusement died quickly at a new sight. "What's that?" Axel reached up and brushed a tuff of blond locks from Roxas' temple.

Roxas went still as Axel examined the deep bruise there. Then, realizing his mistake he batted the hand away. "It's nothing."

"Did someone do that to you?" The question was just a whisper but Axel felt a wildfire of anger catch his nerves. He was trying not to scare the teen, but it clearly didn't work. Roxas was moving away from him.

"I tried to escape. That's all, it isn't that bad. Not in comparison to what they could have done to me." He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world as if he was there to be used and abused by people like Demanarus. It broke Axel's heart seeing him like that.

"And why were you trying to escape?"

Once again he seemed to catch Roxas off guard. His mouth opened and closed as if he didn't know how to answer, or that he wasn't sure if he should answer. He turned to where the other slave had stood, but he was gone now, finished with his task. Roxas uttered a curse and started for the exit, not giving the armor a second glance. "Oi," Axel called after him, but he was already gone.

The sound of the crowd was still ringing in Sora's ears, even hours after the opening ceremony. In all his time traveling worlds he had never seen anything like it and now he was experiencing something else new.

All the competitors sat in Demanarus' home. A large foyer with cushions laid around a fire pit. Plates of fruit and sweets decorating golden platters were set out for all to grab. The room was a cloud of luxury that would put even the palace in Agrabah to shame. Hercules seemed at ease as he sat and welcomed the people fawning over him. Sora felt like a shadow in all the glamor.

A glass of wine had been pressed into his hand as soon as they walked in. Axel gulped it down eagerly, Kairi with a passive face, but he couldn't do it. The liquid tasted bitter on his tongue. His face scrunched in distaste causing the slave who handed it to him to smile.

The slave. Sora watched as the girl serving wine turned and offered a silver cup to the next person. She was pretty, with curling black hair and a mature face. He hadn't met a slave in any of the worlds yet, couldn't believe Hercules' allowed such a thing. But there they were, at least fifty of them all under Demanarus' command. They were mostly young too, boys and girls not much older than himself. Placid smiles decorated all their faces as they carried food for the guests.

Across the room, he saw Roxas with a plate of grapes standing against the wall, the only one at the party who wore a frown. Axel had noticed him as well. Even as he talked and joked with the guests, his green eyes never left Roxas. Not for a second.

Sora swallowed hard at the sight. For some reason, his stomach felt queasy, but this was what they wanted right? To find Roxas, to train and become stronger. Everything was working out, but his chest still felt hollow, and Sora didn't know how to fix that.

Riku would know. The thought hit him with a pang of guilt because Riku wasn't here. Sora had run off against Master Yen Sid's orders and without his best friend. He hated this feeling like guilt was eating away at his insides. It had been there since he'd failed the mark of mastery exam, growing by the day. It was different from the pain in his heart, but together the two aches put him off kilter. A boat drifting out of to sea with new crew or guidance. He was happy for Riku, really, he was, but it would be a lie to say that he didn't feel like his best friend was leaving him behind once again.

The last time he had felt so confused had been inside of his own dreams, knowing Riku was close but unable to find him. Seeing Roxas, Namine, and the girl with black hair. Then there was had been Ventus, the boy who Master Yen Sid said needed help. He'd felt all their love, all their grief, and now those emotions lingered inside his own heart.

Kairi nudged him gently, dragging him out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh... nothing." Sora lied. There had once been a time where he would never lie to her, but now the secrets kept piling up. He avoided making eye contact. She knew him well enough to hear his fibs, but if he didn't look at her maybe she wouldn't ask questions.

He felt the weight of her stare though as Kairi assessed if she should press of not. Finally, her shoulders shrugged in surrender, "I was just thinking..." She said softly, "That I wish Riku was here."

"Yeah, me too." Sora scanned the crowd, instinctively searching for a head of silver hair. In comparison to the people around him, Riku would have stood out like a sore thumb. He had that air about him that always drew people's attention.

Instead, his eyes fell on Axel. Just as tall as Riku and sporting fiery red locks. He stood out just as much as he inched towards the wall where Roxas stood. The redhead thought he was being stealthy, but both Kairi and Sora saw exactly what he was doing.

"So that's him," Kairi said, eyes on Roxas. "Your Nobody."

Sora nodded. "That's him." He didn't know how much Kairi knew about Roxas. Surely Axel had told her somethings, but there were still secrets regarding Roxas that no one knew. Riku had part of the puzzle, Axel and Master Yen Sid had another part, but no one was coming together to form the whole picture. Roxas had been a part of Sora's heart once, yet he felt like he knew the other boy least of all.

"What's he doing here?"

"No idea."

"It can't be a coincidence." There was no accusation in her voice, only an observation. "We came here looking to train and he's here as well. Maybe the light is trying to tell us something. If Axel came back, maybe Roxas came back too."

She was closer to the truth then she probably realized. But Axel had come back a whole person and Sora hadn't felt whole since he failed the mark of mastery. "But why here?" He whispered aloud.

Kairi shrugged, "I don't know, Sora. Your heart is the one that led us here."

"What are you doing lurking in the shadows?"

Axel leaned against the wall next to Roxas, eyebrows raised as he waited for an answer to his question. As far as pick up lines went, it wasn't very good nor original. He knew exactly what Roxas was doing against the wall. The boy he remembered had always preferred to hang back and observe the commotion around him.

Blue eyes glanced quickly at him and then returned to the crowd as if waiting to be called upon. "I'm working."

"It looks more like you're avoiding work." Axel reached over and plucked a grape off the plate, popping it into his mouth. "There now you're working."

Roxas' attention snapped to him. Axel saw a flicker of irritation there. He bit back a smile, just like old times.

"What are you doing here. The guests aren't..." Roxas' voice trailed off, "They aren't supposed to talk to us."

"Well, I do what I want."

Roxas stared at him again, "I still don't know you."

He hated the hard knock of disappointment that hit his heart at the words. "I know."

"But you're not like the others." A lock of blond hair fell across Roxas' face as he tilted his head to the crowd of laughing people around them. "I don't need to know who you are to figure that out."

"You're not like them either," Axel said. One would have to be blind to miss that Roxas was a jewel compared to the other slaves.

The teen's mouth opened, but no words came out. Axel felt smug satisfaction ease into his chest. He used to love leaving the other speechless. Bonus points if he made Roxas flush the tender pink color of hibiscus.

"What do you remember?" Axel asked, "Do you remember how you got here? Do you remember your parents?"

Roxas scoffed breaking eye contact. "What kind of question is that to ask a slave?"

He had heard that tone before. It still haunted his dreams along with the parting words, "No one would miss me..."

I would. The response had caught in his throat, choking him and refusing to come out until it was too late. This time he vowed to say the right thing, this time he wouldn't let Roxas just walk away."You are not a slave."

Pink touched the bridge of Roxas' nose at the words. His lips parted and then mashed together, a variety of emotions flickering across his face. "Earlier, you asked me why I had tried to escape."

"Yeah," Axel felt his breath hitch on the word, anticipation building in his chest.

Blue eyes turned to meet him and for a second he truly couldn't breathe. "It's because I don't belong here."

"Roxas!" The shout was Demanarus, who looked at the two of them with disapproval. "Come over here and share some of those delicious grapes. My guests are hungry."

Roxas practically jumped away from the wall as he rushed off at his Master's command without a parting glance.

From across the room, a smirk split across Demanarus' face. Axel's fist curled at his side, he wanted to punch the man. He really did, but then he saw it. A flicker of a shadow behind Demanarus' back. Something that looked like a lone figure in a familiar black cloak. And Roxas was hurrying over to it. Ice prickled Axel's veins at the sight, but then he blinked and the shadow was gone.

As if it had been nothing more then the trick of the light.

Author's Note: This story is from my weirdo brain because I can't freaking wait for KH 3 to come out and this is how I think things should play out as we all wait. This takes place after Dream Drop Distance, so there will be spoilers as well as references for that game if you haven't played. Mainly I just wanted a story with Sora, Kairi, Axel, and Riku all going on space adventures, falling in love / finding love, and fighting evil. If you like all those things, hopefully, this will fill the need for you as well.

I hope you all enjoyed Chapter 2. I certainly enjoyed writing it because Hercules' world is my favorite and I've been doing a lot of research into Ancient Greece. Plus, I adore the thought of Roxas in a tunic. You'll notice as the story goes along I like looking at some of the darker, more realistic aspects of Disney Worlds. It's not always Princess and happy times, you know!

Please leave a review and let me know what you think will happen next? Who is this mysterious villain? And what's going on with Sora and Roxas?