Hello! It's me again!

People: Not you!

Yes me! And now I shall point out some mistakes in the second chapter. Recently I have discovered that "boccerball" is actually called "Struggle." My bad on that one, folks.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Not Reno, not Axel, not Zexion, not Roxas, and not any other insignificant characters that I forgot to mention.

Warnings: Well, even though I love Zexion to tiny bite-sized little pieces, there is going to be slight Zexion abuse in this chapter. As far as language and violence, I would think not very much. I dunno. I could be wrong.

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Chapter Three: Torture with Demyx

"What do you mean 'how nice to see you again'?" asked Roxas.

"You must not remember," laughed the man. "You're so lucky, having your life this easy. Of course, you wouldn't remember your previous life. I'm sure someone erased your memories…"

The man seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"I'm sure you're wondering what my name is," he continued.

He jumped as if he were going to attack Roxas. Roxas jumped into an attacking position, startled. But the man didn't attack him. Instead he lifted his hand up and pulled down his hood, revealing spiky red hair that was pulled back and neon green Egyptian-style eyes with green tears under them. He looked much older than his voice sounded, and definitely more mature.

"I'm Axel," he said smiling.

"Axel?" asked Roxas.

"Yes. That's my name. Does it sound familiar to you? Is that why you repeated my name? Or were you just trying to verify it with me?"

Roxas stood with his mouth open. What was going on? This man must be crazy, he thought. Suddenly the area behind him faded and moved in some sort of entrancing pattern. The town behind him looked distorted in a way. He slowly backed up. The Axel guy looked around, puzzled.

"Huh?" whispered Axel.

The giant key appeared in Roxas's hands again. The familiar buzzing sensation came back again. The key might be the only reason that this day was getting weirder and weirder by the second. He suddenly got angry at it.

"What is this thing! I don't want it, whatever it is!" he shouted.

He threw it on the ground in rage, where it landed a few feet away from Axel. He stopped moving for a moment to see if it was going to turn into something and attack him, but instead it flashed back into his hand with a beam of yellow light.

"The Keyblade chooses you," said Axel evilly. "You can't get rid of it until it starts holding a grudge or something."

"You're lying!"

"I really wish that I was, but sadly I'm not."

Axel drew his weapons.

"I guess I'll just have to force you to come with me. After all, you are my friend."

Roxas jumped into attack position. Whatever the hell this guy wanted, he was going to have to work for it. He ran forward and Axel jumped backwards so fast that he could barely see him do it. He was fast, but he could still lose. Roxas ran forward again and whacked at Axel like crazy. A few times Axel would suddenly poof behind him and whack him, but overall he was easy to fight. The only attack that almost killed him was when Axel would bend down on his knees and summon up a great force of fire. He could tell that this man loved fire. Every other attack involved it. Once the battle was over, the man stood there panting with his wheels in his hands.

"You're pretty good," he panted.

Just then a pillar of binary codes appeared behind Roxas and out popped a man with tons of red bandages and scarves. His eye showing was a very bright orange. His overall appearance was quite freaky.

Roxas looked back at Axel, who had miraculously stopped panting in the two seconds that he had looked away. He was standing up straight and tall, with both of his weapons at the ready.

"So it was you…" drawled Axel slowly.

He jumped backwards and spun his two chakrams in the air. They instantly went ablaze and he threw them at the man in the red bandages. For some reason, they were blocked with some kind of invisible force field and didn't even scratch the man.

"Roxas," the man's voice sounded deep, and so familiar. "That man's words are meaningless."

"Roxas!" yelled Axel. "Don't listen to him." He made sure to put extra emphasis on the word him.

"Roxas!" yelled the man.

"ROXAS!" yelled Axel louder.

They both yelled his name so much that their voices blended together, making his head hurt extremely badly. He clutched his head firmly with both of his hands and yelled his friends' names out loud, trying to drown out Axel's and weirdo man's voices. The whole town shook with a bright flash of white light….and Roxas was back with his friends. Vivi was laying down on the ground, defeated, and the Struggle bat was back in his hands. There was no sign of Axel or the other man anywhere. Could he have been dreaming?

He felt a sharp poke on his arm. He snapped back into reality. He looked in that direction and saw the oldest of his friends with his finger still extended toward him.

"Are you okay, Roxas?" his friend asked. "You looked totally out of it."

Roxas stood there and stared ahead of himself. Finally he said something.

"Yes……..I'm okay."

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(Axel's PoV)

Axel walked along the long, white halls of Castle Oblivion, not really knowing where the heck he was going. In fact, he didn't even know why he was walking, judging that he could teleport. He only really thought when he had to, which was practically never. He made a sharp right turn and went into his bedroom. It was black, contrary to everything else in the castle, except for Zexion's room-which was also black. The crimson curtains hung lazily off of the top of the windowpane, blocking out every ray of golden light that was usually streaming into the room. He went over and sat down on his bed. Immediately he fell over and sunk into his bed, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

"Rough day, huh?" said a voice behind him.

Axel slowly hoisted himself up and turned his head to see Zexion standing there.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked groggily.

"Well, I figured that you could use someone more mature than Demyx to hang out with for a while."

"How do you know about that? And since when do you want to 'hang out' with anybody?"

"What? Just because I never talk and never fight makes you believe that I have no interest in hanging around some of my comrades?"

"Yep. Pretty much."

"Well, I can leave if you want."

"I wasn't saying that."

"Well, it sure felt like it."

"Okay, fine. Just tell me how you figured out about Demyx staying here and everything."

"I overheard you people talking. Sadly, I have nothing else better to do."

"Hmmmm…that's kinda pathetic."

Axel yawned and fell over on his bed once more.

"Did you find Roxas?" asked Zexion.

Axel closed his eyes and paused for a moment. Just hearing his name would bring back memories of his best friend. After a few minutes, he spoke.

"No," he answered. "There was no trace of him anywhere."

Zexion walked over to his bed and sat down on it right next to Axel.

"Are you sure?" he asked calmly.

Axel looked up at him. He must be doing this on purpose, he thought.

"Don't get angry. I just asked a question," said Zexion.

Axel hated how he could smell emotions. He suddenly felt Zexion's finger tap him on the shoulder. He immediately swatted it away. Zexion did this again, and this time he rolled over.

"Answer me, Axel."

This was exactly what he needed right now. He needed someone poking him to death while he was in a state of mental and emotional despair. He could feel the tears prick at the back of his eyes. I mustn't cry, he thought to himself. Especially in front of Zexion.

"Don't cry, Axel."

He clenched his teeth in anger. Was he trying to comfort him? He was doing a very bad job at it, if he was.

"Get out of my room, Zexion."

"I'm only just…"

"Get out! NOW!" he screamed.

But he didn't feel the bed shift as if Zexion were getting up. He could still hear his breathing.

"I said GET OUT!"

Without warning he bolted upright, grabbed Zexion by the neck, and rammed his head straight into the marble wall as hard as he could. Zexion fell onto the floor in a heap as Axel let him go. When he looked down, he could see that Zexion was unconscious with his head tore open and bleeding. He couldn't help but think that he got just a little bit too angry. After all, Zexion was supposedly trying to help.

"Well, somebody needs anger management classes," said a childish voice behind him.

He turned around, and not to his surprise, saw Demyx there with his stupid little grin.

"I'm here to move in," said Demyx. "And you might want to move Zexion out of the way. I suggest we use him as a doorstop for that bathroom door. It always swings back and forth when you open it. It gets really annoying.

"If I were you, I would shut up before you end up like Zexion," said Axel through his teeth. "I'm going to take him to his bedroom where he doesn't have to be around people like you."

"Whatever," said Demyx. "When you come back, could get me a piece of that chocolate cake that Marluxia has been saving in the fridge?"

"If you want it, then get it yourself," said Axel.

He went and picked Zexion's unconscious body off of the ground and carried it out of his room.

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(Later)

He placed Zexion's body on the bed and wiped away the silver tears that were now rolling down his cheeks. He didn't even know why he was crying. Was he crying because of self-pity? Was he crying because he knew that Roxas didn't even remember who he was? Or was he crying for Zexion's sake? There were too many choices to choose from. He walked over to Zexion's bathroom and got a towel from it. He went over to where Zexion lay and wiped the blood that was still pouring out of the wound in his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he said.

He walked back to the bathroom and washed out the towel. He then hung it back up on its rack and walked toward the door. But just as he was turning the knob he heard a soft whimper from behind him. It was barely audible. He turned around to notice that Zexion was moving slightly.

"A-axel….?" He murmured.

He walked over to where Zexion was, ignoring the fact that he was still crying. He could see that he was looking at him with a very blank expression on his face.

"Why?" he whimpered.

Axel's chin quivered a little.

"W-why what?" he asked.

"Why are you crying?"

Axel couldn't handle it anymore.

"I MISS ROXAS!" he screamed, still crying.

He took a deep breath in and fell over. Despite his current condition, Zexion got up off of his bed and went over to Axel, who was gasping on the floor.

"Are you okay?" asked Zexion.

"Are you?"

"No. My head…hurts really……………bad."

"I'm sorry," said Axel between gasps. "I can get overreacted at t-times."

"Get up," said Zexion sternly.

He bent down, almost falling over in pain. He extended his arm toward Axel and Axel grabbed it. Once he was standing up again, Zexion went and got him some Kleenex.

"Why were you such good friends with Roxas?" asked Zexion. "Was it just a natural thing, or what?"

"I dunno. I just found him very charming the first time I met him."

Axel blew his nose so hard that whatever Zexion had said was inaudible.

"What?" he asked.

"I said I feel sorry for you. I mean, losing your best friend and all."

"Since when do you have feelings?" Axel stated ever so bitterly.

Zexion gave him a death glare.

"You know I will have to tell the Superior about this," said Zexion.

Now Axel gave Zexion a death glare.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I would."

"Do you want your head to hurt even more? Or do you really want to tell the Superior about this?"

"Fine. If you agree that you will never mention what happened today, then I will never let anyone know, including the Superior."

"And what about Demyx?" asked Axel. "He saw everything that happened."

"I'll get Namine to erase his memories overnight. Or should I say, rearrange them. That's no problem."

"You've got yourself a deal, then."

"Good," said Zexion.

They both shook hands and Axel left the room as fast as he could.

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(Later Again)

"Hey, punk! Did you get me that chocolate cake?"

Axel walked into his room and fell down on his bed once again.

"Hey, I asked you a question."

He looked up and saw Demyx looming over him. He barely even noticed the little runt when he first came into his room. He kept his gaze locked at Demyx's blue eyes.

"No, I didn't," he answered. "And just for your information, I'm not getting any for you either."

"Well, you're mean. Now please get off my bed."

"Your bed? Since when is this your bed?"

"Since yesterday, remember? I gave you the puppy dog pout and you fell for it, therefore giving me your bed for the remainder of the time I spend here."

Axel was befuddled.

"Since when do you use such big words?"

Demyx laughed a girly laugh and………………….started dancing?

"I've been hanging around Vexen all day long. It kinda rubs off on you."

"Oh," said Axel. "That explains everything."

"Now get offa my bed."

"Okaaaaaaay. How 'bout no."

"It's your funeral."

Before you could say 'antidisastablishmentarianism', Demyx had jumped forward and had landed precisely on the spot where Axel was laying.

"My !(ing back!" screamed Axel.

Demyx then pushed himself up and pushed Axel off of the bed.

"My !(ing back even more!" screamed Axel again.

"You just said a bad word!" gasped Demyx. "Bad Axel!"

Axel had enough of this, and he had only been with Demyx for five minutes. He hoisted himself up and gave Demyx an extremely evil death glare.

"That's not good," said Demyx.

Axel gave a war cry and leaped forward at Demyx. After some kind of struggle, Axel had managed to lift Demyx over his head and threw him across the room, where he landed with a reassuring thud.

Of course, it didn't turn out that reassuring because within a few seconds Demyx was back on his feet.

"Why you #)$#ing (#!# little #!$#, I otta !$ing (#!#$ you!" yelled Demyx at the top of his lungs, much to Axel's embarrassment (and horror).

"How do you know those words of evil?" asked Axel.

"I dunno," said Demyx. "I think I heard you say them once."

"Oh, that explains everything."

Axel got up on his bed once more. Demyx, however, didn't like it and attempted to push Axel off again. But knowing Axel, he had learned his lesson and had rolled over before Demyx could land on him. Catching Demyx off guard, Axel threw him off of the bed. Demyx gave him a dazed and confused look, which made him laugh out loud uncontrollably. He was actually having fun! This was like a game that he and Roxas used to play together. And that was just enough to get him sad. Just thinking about Roxas made him feel nostalgia. Of course, all of this thinking had caught him off guard, and before he realized it, Demyx had landed on him once again.

"Ha ha! Got you!" yelled Demyx. "Hey, wait. Are you okay? Looks like someone killed you and you reincarnated into a llama."

Axel looked at Demyx and quirked and eyebrow.

"What?" asked Demyx. "It's true. It really looks like that."

"Well, for your information, I hate llamas, so that was a major insult."

"Oops. Sorry."

Axel laid his head down on his bed again, and realized that Demyx was still laying on him. It was really interfering with his whole plan for sleeping.

"Would you get off of me, Demyx?" he begged.

"Only if you give me the bed tonight."

"No way! I need my bed tonight!"

"Then how about you sleep in your bed tonight and I sleep in your bed tomorrow night?"

Axel actually had to think now. If he slept in his bed tonight, then maybe he could find out a way to sleep in it tomorrow night. Then all would be happy.

"Okay, you've got yourself a deal," smirked Axel.

"Awesome! Now where do you have a sleeping bag?"

"A what?"

"A sleeping bag! You don't expect me to sleep on the floor like a mangy dog, do you?"

"Well, actually…"

"Do you have an extra blanket and a pillow?"

"Um…yes…but…"

"Good! Now where are they?"

"Would you ever let me finish my…"

"No! Of course not!"

"Okay then, the pillows and blankets are in the…"

"Closet! Of course! Thank you, Axel!"

"No prob…"

"…lem! Sorry. I just had to do that."

He ran over to the closet as fast as he could, grabbed a blanket and some pillows, and had them all set up before you could say 'supercalafragalisticexpialadocious'.

"Hey!" yelled Demyx. "I've got an idea! Why don't we do fun sleepover stuff!"

"You mean like sleeping?" asked Axel sarcastically.

"No! I mean like telling each other things that are weird and telling scary stories!"

"Um, Demyx, I think it's called a sleepover not a lets'stayupallnightlongdoingthingsthatthematureguydoesn'twanttodoover."

"True, but sleeping isn't fun at all! How about I tell you a scary story and if you like it, then you can give it a try! Okay? Okay."

"But I didn't…"

"Once upon a time, there were these evil toast monsters…"

There was a dull thud and then everything remained quiet.

"Go on...," said Axel.

But he didn't go on. Axel looked down and saw that Demyx had fallen asleep.

"He must've had way too much sugar today," he snickered to himself.

The rest of the night didn't go very well because, well, Demyx snored really loudly. Axel got approximately one hour of sleep that night.

Tomorrow was going to be an even longer day……….

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Sorry to end the chapter so quickly, folks, but my parents are chiding me right now to get into bed. So I gotta go. Pleez review! I only have 11 reviews so far!

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