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Chapter 2- Finding Roxas

The unknown sat in the windowsill of his room. There was a slight wind outside, making the trees sway back and forth, scratching the window every so often. The branches' shadows danced across his face. Leaves blew around outside, scraping the ground. It was the middle of the night in Deep Dive, yet you could never tell. It was always dark outside. The moon was always out, waxing and waning in abnormal cycles. The moon's dim light lit up the unknown's face, making him the only thing visible in the room. The light reflected off a single tear rolling down his cheek.

The unknown watched the dead leaves swirl around outside, moving continuously, never stopping. He silently wished they would stop, reminding him of how he was alone. The branches of the tree scraped the window again, adding a little more sound to the silence in his heart. That is, if he had one.

He took a gloved hand and wiped away the tear, now almost dripping off of his chin. He shifted his position a little, still looking out the window. Sighing, he got up and walked over to his dresser. His eyes met a familiar picture, one of his best friend, Roxas. In the picture, he and Roxas were standing together, Roxas smiling idiotically and he giving him a noogie. He picked up the picture and smiled. He missed the good old days.

Suddenly someone knocked on his door. He looked around, startled, hiding the picture in his drawer.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's Demyx," said a muffled voice.

"What do you want?"

"Well, aren't we grumpy? Look, I need to talk to you."

"Fine. Just come in."

The door opened and in came Demyx, stupid smirk and all. He looked at the unknown weirdly.

"Have you been crying, Axel?" he asked. "Your eyes are all red."

"No," answered Axel. "I just didn't have a very good sleep."

Demyx's smirk got bigger.

"You miss Roxas, don't you?" he asked with fake sympathy. "You and he were such good friends."

"Why are you in here?" Axel's temper was starting to build.

"I just wanted to tell you that the Superior wants to see you, that's all. No need to get all grumpy about it."

Axel glared at him intensely.

"Thank you for the information, Demyx. Tell him I'll be there in ten minutes."

"He wants you now."

Axel's eye began to twitch.

"Get out and I'll go."

"Whatever you say."

Demyx chuckled slightly and disappeared.

"What a jerk," muttered Axel to himself.

He recited the teleportation spell in his head and went up to the Superior's room.

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Axel appeared in Xemnas's (1) room. It was all dark in there. The curtains were closed and there were no lights on.

"Hello, Axel," said a deep voice. "I'm judging that Demyx gave you my message."

"Yes, he did," answered Axel.

"Good. Have a seat."

He looked around. It was too dark to see where this "seat" actually was.

"Um, sir? I can't really see in here. Could you possibly turn on a light?"

"Take three steps to the left and you'll find one."

Axel shuffled his feet to the left and bumped into something, which was most likely the chair. He bent over and grabbed it, using his hands to find the right place to sit. Once he was sitting, the Superior spoke.

"I've been noticing that you seem distracted lately," he stated. "You fail to accomplish most of the assignments given to you. Is there a reason for this?"

"No, sir," Axel lied.

"Really? If I remember correctly, you had a strong friendship with number 13. Now he…"

"His name is Roxas," interrupted Axel.

"Right. Now he is gone, which I would presume makes you angry. Am I right?"

"Um…yes, sir."

"My question is, why would you be friends with him in the first place?"

"Well…you see…"

"Silence!" yelled the Superior.

Axel recoiled like a dog being yelled at by his master.

"S-sorry," he whimpered.

"Now let me tell you something, Axel." The Superior sounded stern. "If you continue to behave like this I will have to exterminate you. You cannot be distracted while you're on your missions! Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal, sir."

"Very well, then. You're dismissed."

Axel stood up and teleported the heck outta there.

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Roxas's PoV

(Flashback)

"Roxas…," a deep voice whispered. It reverberated around the room, making Roxas feel tiny.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw all white.

"Axel! Where are you!" he yelled out frantically.

His sapphire blue eyes scanned the room, looking for the voice's owner. No one was in there. He was alone.

"Axel? Anybody? Hello?"

"I'm afraid Axel isn't here," said the deep voice again.

"Where am I!"

"You're in Castle Oblivion."

"Castle Oblivion? I've never heard of this place. Is it in Deep Dive?"

"No. It's a whole different world entirely."

"What is your name?"

Suddenly a man whose face was wrapped in red bandages and had a long red cloak appeared before him.

"My name is DiZ. And you are Roxas, I presume?"

"Yes, I am. How did you know that?"

"I had a little help."

He pointed over to a small blonde girl with medium-length hair. For some reason, Roxas hadn't noticed her before.

"I'm Namine," she said shyly. "I-it's nice to meet you."

Roxas didn't answer. This was all too weird.

"Why am I here?" he suddenly blurted out.

"You have a special gift," said DiZ. "We can't have Axel messing with your mind."

Roxas's eyes widened.

"You know where Axel is?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes, but I'm afraid you won't be allowed to ever see him again."

Roxas snarled.

"Who are you to say I can't see my best friend again!"

"Namine!" yelled DiZ.

A giant crystalline flower formed around Roxas and he was trapped. DiZ walked over to him and touched the flower with a bandaged hand. Roxas looked behind the man and saw Namine with a sketchbook open. She mouthed the word "sorry" to him and he passed out.

(End Flashback)

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Axel's PoV

Axel walked down the long halls of Castle Oblivion, walking extra slowly to make sure he'd get to the meeting late. He made a left turn and walked into a room filled with five other unknowns – Vexen, Marluxia, Zexion, Lexaeus, and Larxene.

"You're late," stated Marluxia.

"Thank you for pointing that out, Captain Obvious," Axel retorted. He was in no mood to deal with Marluxia right now. He walked over to the darkest corner of the room and stood there silently. Marluxia made sure to give him an extra "I hate you" glare.

"Now, as we discussed earlier, the Keyblade Master is nearly hours away from entering my castle," continued Marluxia.

Axel made sure to snort extra loud when he said "my" castle.

"Would you like to say anything, Axel?" asked Marluxia impatiently. "Or are you just trying to make yourself look like an idiot in front of all of us?"

Everyone snickered.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," said Axel. "Actually, I heard that so called 'idiots' like me tend to live longer. They don't just listen to what some nimrod says."

Marluxia's face turned sour.

"Everybody only listens to me because they know that I'm doing the right thing for the Organization. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," chorused everybody. Axel laughed inwardly. They could be so gullible at times.

"So, about the Keyblade Master," said Larxene. "Any thoughts?"

"His name is Sora," said Axel.

"Excuse me?"

"His name is Sora. His name is not Keyblade Master."

"Whatever. So, any thoughts?"

"I say we should all gang up on him," said Lexaeus. "He would stand no chance."

"OR you could just leave him alone," Axel butted in.

Everyone gave him a weird stare.

"Will you leave us alone if you have nothing good to say?" asked Larxene.

"I would be more than happy to," he said with his eyes narrowed.

He walked out of the room and down the hall, hearing the unknowns in the room mutter something about him. He didn't really care, though. He was way too lonely to care.

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Roxas leaned on the right side of the Twilight Town Clocktower, looking out into the sunset in front of him. It was a mixture of all the warm colors, yellow, orange, and red. But it was mostly red. Blood red, if you want to be exact. For some reason, he liked the color red. It reminded him of something, he knew, but he didn't exactly remember what. He just liked it.

He started thinking deeply about his friends. They were his only friends. He had no one else there to comfort him. Yet even with them, he felt isolated, like he was on an island with no food or water. It felt like a big part of his heart was missing, and he didn't know how to fill it in. He just felt like a nobody.

"I wish I knew what was wrong with me," he said so softly that he could barely even hear himself. "I feel…so empty."

He tried holding back the tears of pity, but it didn't work. They slid silently down his cheeks, adding some warmth to his face. He smiled at the sudden burst of heat. He was usually cold all the time, so this was practically something new to him. He preferred warmth much more than the cold. He sat down near the edge of the clocktower, letting his feet dangle off the sides. He looked out into the horizon once again, seeing the bright flash of green light as the sun passed below the mountains.

Suddenly he smelled something. Was it…a fire? He looked around and tried to find a glimpse of smoke, but there was none to be seen. He stood up, alarmed, and ran into the clocktower. The smell was very close to him. Could it be that he was on fire? He looked down at his clothes, not surprised at all when he saw that he wasn't on fire. Inside the clocktower it was pitch black, making Roxas blind. He didn't know where he was going and was extremely panicked.

"Don't be afraid, Roxas," said a soothing male voice from above.

Roxas stupidly looked around at the ceiling, knowing that he wasn't going to see anything.

"Who are you?" he asked the voice.

There was no answer. The smell of fire was a lot stronger in here.

"Who are you?" he repeated.

The voice didn't answer again. Roxas was extremely terrified now. Could the voice be a ghost? Or was the man the voice belonged to a stalker? Suddenly he heard footsteps…coming straight toward him. He ran away as fast as he could…into a wall. He crashed and fell over. It felt like his nose was bleeding, because there was something warm flowing out of it. He laid his head back down and groaned in pain. This man could easily catch him now.

"I'm not a stalker," said the voice. "I just want to help you find out who you really are."

A pair of warm hands stroked his face gently. This person might not be so bad after all. But he should still be on his guard. The man moved his fingers over to Roxas's nose and muttered something. His nose instantly felt better.

"How'd you do that?" asked Roxas, feeling his no-longer-bleeding nose. "Was that magic? I mean, I know that sounds stupid, because magic isn't real, but how did you do that?"

The man laughed.

"I used magic," he said.

"I don't believe you."

"You'd better believe me. More importantly, you'd better believe in magic."

"You sound like my kindergarten teacher."

"What kindergarten teacher?" asked the man, confused. "Did you hit your head too hard or something?"

"Of course not! Her name was Mrs. Walters and she was the nicest kindergarten teacher ever!"

"She's not real, though. Only a fake memory."

Roxas jumped up in anger.

"What do you know about my life!" he screamed. "I don't know who you are!"

"Yes you do. I'm your best friend."

"No…you…are…NOT! I do not have best friend that sounds like you! Go away!"

There was only silence. Roxas walked around, feeling the walls to know where he was going. He couldn't hear any breathing, which meant that the man could've gone. His fingers finally felt a cold pillar of marble, which indicated he was near stairs. He climbed down the stairs and ran home, scared of what, or who, was behind him.

When he was running, he hadn't noticed the tall, skinny man standing on the clocktower all dressed in black with cherry red hair watching him run away. He hadn't even noticed the single tear running down the man's cheek…

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(Axel's POV-earlier)

"Axel! Get your lazy ass outta bed! You've got an assignment!"

Axel opened his eyes lazily and sat up. The clock near the side of his bed said 2:29 A.M. Who would be so rude to wake him up this early? He shifted his gaze to where the voice yelled at him and saw Demyx standing there with a stupid little smirk on his face. He was an immature, hyperactive, schizophrenic brat, so that probably explained the rudeness thing.

"What do you want?" asked Axel grumpily. He was still half asleep.

"I already said it, weirdo," said Demyx. "You've got a mission!"

He jumped up in the air like a retard when he said that. Dear Lord, thought Axel. Clearly Demyx had too much sugar in his coffee that morning.

"Would you get out of my room so I can get ready?" asked Axel.

"Of course, your highness," he said in somewhat of a British accent.

A pillar of darkness appeared around him and he disappeared. Axel reluctantly got out of bed and put on his Organization robe, brushed his teeth, slept for another ten minutes (which he wasn't so reluctant to do), and went down to the main floor to get some breakfast.

What Demyx was doing in Castle Oblivion, Axel didn't know. He had always thought that the Superior thought Demyx was too young and immature to be in Castle Oblivion, without any "parental supervision". He went into the kitchen, which was white like every bloody thing in the castle, and picked out a blueberry muffin from the little breadbasket-which looked extremely perfect to eat.

He looked around, relieved to see that no one else was there. He took a bite into his muffin, which tasted just as good as it had looked. Suddenly a dark pillar appeared and out popped Demyx again, weird as ever.

"Where'd ya get the muffin?" he asked. "I'm hungry."

"In that breadbasket over there." He pointed to 'that breadbasket over there'.

"Thanks."

Before Axel could even turn his head towards the breadbasket, Demyx had already gotten a muffin and was standing next to him.

"I love muffins!" he yelled with muffin in his mouth. "The only ones I don't like are the bran ones, 'cuz those are for old people like Vexen."

Axel was really starting to hate this guy.

"Why exactly are you here?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be in Deep Dive with everyone else?"

"For the time being I am stationed here. But as soon as the Keyblade Master comes…"

"His name is Sora," interrupted Axel.

"Yeah, right. So anyway, as soon as the Keyblade Master comes I'll be outta here."

"Great," said Axel sarcastically. Sora would be there in an estimated time of about three and a half days, which was way too much time to spend with Demyx. Finally his mind went back to the point. "So what's my mission?"

"You have to help me find Roxas."

Axel was dumbstruck. Surely the Superior didn't hate him so much as to actually go on a mission with a psycho nutjob, especially when it was to find his long-lost best friend that he hadn't seen in half a year. It probably couldn't get any worse.

"Oh yeah, and Xemnas said that I have to share your room with you, too," added the psycho nutjob.

Now it couldn't get any worse. Axel nearly fainted when he heard that. There were thirteen friekin' floors in the castle and they didn't have at least one room that Demyx could sleep in? What did he do to deserve this! Then suddenly an ingenious idea popped into his head.

"You're sleeping on the floor. That's the only way you're gonna sleep in my room." It seemed like a pretty good idea.

"But I don't wanna sleep on the floor," Demyx whined. "I want a nice, warm, and toasty bed!"

Demyx's neck was just begging to be strangled by him.

"Look, I only have one bed and it's barely big enough for me to sleep in. And there is no way I'm sleeping on the floor. End of story."

Demyx turned his head and looked at Axel right in the eye. His eyes suddenly turned anime-style and enlarged about ten times. He even managed a tear and a cute little pout.

"That's not going to work on me, Demyx," stated Axel. "You might as well quit while you're ahead."

Of course he didn't. His eyes just got ten times more big and bright and he even started whimpering. Axel couldn't take it anymore. It was way too cute for him to handle.

"Fine! You can sleep in my bed tonight!" he yelled in a fiery rage. "Just cut the whole cute thing out!"

"Yes! I knew that would work!"

He did another one of his retard jumps, ate the rest of his muffin in one bite, and bounded out the door. Axel on the other hand took his muffin and threw it at the wall in rage. He teleported out to the front of the castle, where Demyx was already waiting for him.

It was going to be a really long day…

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(A few hours later)

The two Unknowns sat in the endless abyss while discussing their plans to find Roxas. They had been there for literally hours debating on who should go where and what the heck they should do. Axel was about to blow up.

"Okay. You go to Twilight Town and I go to the Underworld," said Demyx. "We'll meet back at the castle when it is dark outside."

"And who made you the boss?" asked Axel.

"I did. Now let's move!"

Both summoned up dark pillars and stepped into them. Little did Axel know that he would soon meet with his best friend Roxas again that day…

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(Roxas's POV)

What happened the night before had seemed like a dream to Roxas, or maybe it was a nightmare. He couldn't tell. It was frightening indeed, but it seemed familiar for some reason. It seemed that whatever, or whoever, in there was that missing piece in the puzzle he called his life. He couldn't help but to go back there the next day, which was exactly what he was doing now.

He walked along the streets of Twilight Town, which was strangely quiet today. Usually it was buzzing with excitement with all of the marketplaces and places to go. Not even one person was out there today. Something was amiss…

Roxas ran around the corner and came into a large plaza. Nearly everyone in town was there. He was surprised that he hadn't heard the roars of the crowd before. He ran over to where his friend were standing.

"What's going on?" he gasped.

"What do you mean?" asked the fat one. (2) "Don't tell me you didn't forget!"

"Umn…I guess I did, 'cuz I don't remember."

"BOCCERBALL TOURNAMENT!" they all screamed. (3)

"Huh?" Roxas was confused.

"You are one of the contestants!" yelled the girl. "Good luck!"

"But I-"

Before he could finish his sentence he was pushed out into the large area that was cleared for the game.

"Next contestants are Vivi and Roxas! Begin!" yelled some announcer.

Suddenly what looked like a padded baseball bat appeared in his hands and he stepped forward. In front of him was something that looked like a heartless with a talking hat. It too had a padded baseball bat. The thing, presumably called Vivi, jumped at him and whacked him with the bat. Dozens of red orbs jumped out of him and Vivi collected them all. The crowd cheered their heads off. Apparently the object of this game was to collect as many of these orbs as you could before time ran out.

Roxas ran forward and whacked Vivi, sending more orbs out of him. He did this over and over again, until the score was 120 to 34. The buzzer sounded and the round was over. He had won!

"And the winner is…ROXAS!" yelled the announcer.

The crowd cheered their heads off once more. Roxas smiled in triumph.

"It appears that I have lost," said Vivi. His voice sounded like a little kid's.

Roxas waved over to his friends and they waved back. The crowd hadn't stopped cheering yet. This was awesome.

Then suddenly the crowd stopped cheering. Time froze just as Roxas was standing there. He looked everywhere to see that everything was frozen. Vivi was standing there with a blank look on his face. Suddenly a great white mass formed around him and he turned into something extremely hideous. It was white and had a flat head. It was the only thing there that was moving. Then everybody else turned into these creatures. There were at least twenty of them in all.

"What's going on!"

His hands got a buzzing sensation and lit up. When he looked down there was a giant key in his left hand.

"What the-?"

He went into an attacking stance and whacked the nearest of the white creatures with the key. It instantly vanished. He guessed this key was a weapon. He ran around the area and slaughtered all of the creatures. Once he was used to it, it was pretty easy. With all of the monsters gone, he went back to his regular stance. He was panting extremely heavily. He barely had time to recuperate when he heard clapping, like somebody had thought this was some kind of a play that needed an applause. Who would be rude enough to do that?

He turned around and saw some dude who was practically a stick dressed in a black robe. He had a hood on and not one inch of skin was visible. The man was still clapping when he turned around, as if he was trying to aggravate him.

"Roxas!" yelled the man. He sounded like a maturing teenager. "How nice to see you again!"

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1. In case you didn't know, Xemnas is the Superior's name.

2. Okay, so I don't know Roxas's friends' names!

3. I don't know what the game is called, so I just mixed baseball and soccer together.

Well, that's the second chapter. I know it's a lot longer than the first one, but I had a lot more time to type than usual. And sorry it took so long to update, but had blocked my updating ability for a short amount of time.

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