Wow. This story is seriously going down the toilet. No joke.

And by the way, my favorite KH2 character (if you really wanted to know) is either Saïx or Zexion. Axel is now loved by everyone, so I'm starting to not like him as much.

And in case you're wondering why I'm telling everybody this, it's because somebody asked me in their review who my favorite character was. So there.

On with the new chapter!

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Chapter Eleven: Nowhere to Go

Well, this just plain sucked. Axel should've made a wiser decision. Now he had nowhere to call home and he was stuck with roaming around like a hobo and trying to find a place where he could sleep comfortably. He was currently scouting out a place in Traverse Town, which had been long deserted after Sora and his gang started going to Twilight Town more often. The place was practically deserted. It was the perfect place to stay.

Axel walked down the main alleyway of the Second District, looking in every window of every house, wondering if it was deserted or not. Half of the lights were out in the streets, giving the town a foreboding and scary feel, and some windows were broken and scattered with cobwebs.

'Definitely not a place I'd call home,' he thought.

He looked upwards at the black night sky, which was now twinkling with bright stars. That was something he never got at his old home. The whole sky was black there except for the moon. Then he looked in the direction of the moon, almost feeling homesick as he saw that the small satellite wasn't heart-shaped. But he knew he didn't want to go back to Deep Dive. It was always miserable there. At least here, there were things living here that were whole beings.

Axel walked along, sighing, and suddenly noticed that the lights in the hotel were still on. Maybe someone would give him a room for a few nights. He walked into the hotel, feeling too tired to teleport, and saw that not a single person was there. All of the lights were on, but no one was home. He walked over to the concierge desk and rang the bell a few times. Nobody answered.

'I guess I could just steal a room for a while,' he thought. 'This is all very strange.'

He walked over to the Red Room and opened the door, not surprised that it was unlocked. There were cobwebs and dust all over inside the room, making the "red" of the room look extremely dull. Axel sneezed as dust particles swirled upward and went up his nose. This place was a total dump. Axel walked over to the door that conjoined the Red Room to the Green Room and opened it, seeing more dust in the air in the Green Room.

'What am I gonna do?' he asked himself. 'There is no way in Hell that I'm staying in this place.'

A sneeze interrupted his thoughts. His nose was starting to get runny.

'Great. Now I'm allergic to dust. Who knew that Nobodies could have allergies?'

"Wouldn't you be surprised?" another voice said in his head.

Axel jumped up in shock at this sudden intrusion of his head.

"Who's there?" he asked, readying his weapons.

No one answered.

"You're not going to find me here," said the voice again. It sounded vaguely familiar.

Then Axel had a sudden realization.

'Oh my god! The dust is making me schizophrenic!'

"You idiot! It's me, Zexion!" the voice yelled back.

Axel's eyes opened a little brighter as he smiled.

'Oh, hey Zex. How's everything in Hell?'

"Mmm, same old same old. How is everything up there?"

'It sucks. I ran away from Deep Dive and now everybody is after me.'

"So I heard. How is Roxas?"

'I don't know, really. I went looking for him and I haven't found him yet.'

"Well, I've got some news for you. When you left Deep Dive, Roxas came back the very same day. You just barely missed him. And now, because of Demyx, he thinks you left there because you didn't need him."

'What! I knew I should've just killed that mullet-haired twerp when I had the chance! Is Roxas still there?'

"Yes, he is. But I doubt you could go back without getting killed. They all want to find you Axel, and if you go back for Roxas then you'll fall right into their trap."

'Great, as if this couldn't get any worse. Hey, how come you are always the one talking to me? Can't Demyx or Marluxia or somebody talk to me?'

"Sure, if they wanted to. But right now, they're all busy ripping each other's limbs off. I decided to stay out of it."

'I don't really blame you. I remember what it was like when Marly got angry. It was especially bad when I stole that Chanel No. 5 perfume of his.'

"Oh yeah. I remember that. Those were good times, man."

Axel laughed. Zexion had just sounded like a hippie. Zexion was apparently laughing, too.

"So what are your plans now?" Zexion continued on. "You have nothing else left to do and nowhere else to go. Are you still going to go and find Roxas or are you going to play it safe like I would and just stay where you are right now?"

'You know I'm not one to play it safe, Zexion,' Axel answered. 'And you also know I can't live with myself if I know Roxas is angry at me. Or, for that matter, he thinks that I'm angry at him.'

"I know. But you have to have a plan, otherwise you'll be killed."

'Yeah, that's the problem. I don't know how I'm ever going to find Roxas again. Do you have any bright ideas, 'O Cloaked Schemer?'

"Ha ha, very funny. As a matter of fact, I do have one idea. But it might not bode well with you."

'Spill the beans already.'

"Well, you know how Roxas and Sora sometimes see what each other is seeing?"

'Yeah.'

"Have you ever noticed that this only happens when something critical is happening?"

'Yeah, kinda.'

"Well, you could go find Sora instead of Roxas and do that critical something in front of him while apologizing to Roxas. Then maybe Roxas will hear that and forgive you."

'And what exactly would this "something critical" be?'

There was a moment of silence. Finally Zexion spoke up.

"Well, because we both know that you don't really want to live anymore, maybe you could sacrifice yourself to save Sora or something. That would definitely get Roxas's attention."

Axel just repeated the words in his head over and over until he realized the consequences.

'But if I were dead, then I would never see Roxas again. He would end up fusing with Sora and would cease to exist from that point. I don't know what would happen to me then…'

"I knew you wouldn't like my idea," said Zexion. "But it might be the only way to ever reach Roxas until he fuses."

'Wait a second. What do you mean "until he fuses"?'

Zexion was quiet once more. He seemed to be finding the right answer to Axel's question.

"Axel, you know deep down inside you that Roxas will eventually fuse with Sora. There's no denying it. Even if Organization XIII kills him, he will somehow come back and find Sora and complete him. And by the way things look for Roxas right now, Organization XIII will never find him and he will fuse within a few days. If you ever want to speak to him again, Axel, then the best way to do it would be to follow my idea. It's the only way."

'I'll sleep on it, okay Zexion?'

"Alright. Goodnight, then."

'Goodnight.'

Axel finally heard silence in his head. He zoomed back into reality as he saw the room in which he was standing in. He instantly remembered all of the dust that was in the room and how it had made him sneeze earlier. He sneezed again, feeling his sinuses clog up at the same moment. Running a hand across his nose to wipe it off, he sat down on the dusty bed.

'At least it's a place to sleep,' he thought.

He shed his robe and placed it in the least dusty place in the room, knowing that it was his only clothes left and he had to keep it clean. He carefully tucked himself between the sheets of the bed, finding it surprisingly comfy. He sneezed a few more times as he laid his head down on the feather pillow, which was also surprisingly comfy.

There were so many thoughts running through his mind right now. Was sacrificing himself for Sora really the best way to prove to Roxas that he still loved him? Or was just laying it low going to solve anything?

'I need to sleep on it,' he thought.

His eyes slid closed and he fell asleep within a matter of minutes.

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A fire was roaring nearby. The heat from the flames was everywhere and he felt it. His skin was burning off, turning black and crispy as the fire spread across his arms. He smelled burning flesh, immediately knowing that it was his own. Nobody was there to help him. It was just him and the flames.

He was in Hell, he knew it. The flames never seemed to end, giving this place an evil sense. All he could see was the color orange, burning bright everywhere his eyes darted. His eyes hurt so much looking at the fire. Tears were streaming down his face as the sclera of his eyes turned a pinkish red.

He screamed in agony as his clothes burned off and no longer protected his delicate skin underneath from the flames. He was naked now, but it looked like the flames surrounding his body were bright, shifting clothing. Nothing could save him from this impending death.

And then, like an angel had just appeared, a shadow of a man ran into the burning room. He couldn't make out who exactly it was, but he knew that no matter what he would be saved. He made an attempt to scream as loudly as he could, which just barely got the man's attention.

Feeling absolutely relieved, he took the last of his strength to push himself up and stand tall, still engulfed in flames. It was then in this light, however, he saw who his savior was.

It was Roxas standing in front of him with his arms crossed and a grimace on his face. His best friend was just standing there, waiting for something. He didn't know what. Now feeling the flame move up to his neck, Axel stumbled over to Roxas and knelt down by his feet. Roxas didn't move, nor did his expression change. He just stood there, looking down at his best once-best friend with anger and disappointment in his eyes. Axel was now pouring out the last of his tears, his mouth too parched to speak. It was then that Axel heard the words that he never wanted to hear.

"I hate you," Roxas said, barely loud enough so Axel could hear.

And it was then that Axel burned up.

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Axel screamed as he opened his eyes, feeling his skin as if to make sure he wasn't really on fire. Once again, he had a nightmare about Roxas. It was happening way too often for his liking. He took a deep breath in and immediately sneezed afterwards, remembering his newly discovered allergy to dust. He dropped back down onto the pillow and relaxed the muscles in his back, trying to relieve the tension that this nightmare had caused him.

He closed his eyes again and soaked in the silence. It had been so long since the last time he had experienced true silence, and right now it felt great. He tried to think of something else to put his body at ease, but nothing good came to mind.

He groaned as he shifted onto his side, feeling the sheets of the dusty bed stick to the pale skin of his back. It was still dark outside, but it wasn't nearly as dark as Deep Dive. Thinking about Deep Dive, he wondered if the rest of Organization XIII was still looking for him. He knew that Saïx had successfully found him in Hollow Bastion talking to Sora, but he wondered if they just gave up on it after that. It would make sense to him if they did give up, knowing that he was of no further use to them. He was sure that the only real reason they kept him there was because he kept Roxas there. It was like killing two birds with one stone.

He took his hands and rubbed his eyes, now feeling fully awake. He wondered how long he had been asleep. Unfortunately, there was no clock in the room, so he had to get out of bed and grab the watch he had left in his coat. He still felt a little tired, but he was fully functional anyways. He slipped his cloak back on and ran out the door, only thinking of escaping from his used-to-be comrades. Sure, he might be right about them not still trying to find him, but it would really be best if he kept on the move and made sure he never got caught.

He closed the door behind him and left.

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For the first time in ages, the humungous castle in Deep Dive was silent. Eight of Organization XIII's members had either been terminated or had run away. The remaining five members were busy doing things that Xemnas had told them to do. Xemnas, however, was sitting in his room staring at the ceiling with nothing else possibly better to do. Today was a boring day. Demyx was no longer around to bug him, Larxene wasn't there to complain about the way the male members of the Organization treated her, Zexion wasn't existing so he could sit around and be bored and make everybody depressed while doing it. Today just sucked.

That is, until Saïx came in and brought some good and bad news. He had just arrived now, completely saving Xemnas from his ultimate boredom. Saïx strode into Xemnas's room without a care, knowing that his company was always welcome. Xemnas stopped staring at the ceiling and averted his orange eyes over to Saïx.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" he asked, picking up a pencil and twirling it around between two fingers.

"Yes, there actually is, sir," Saïx answered, pulling up a seat and gently sitting down in it. "I came here to tell you that Sora has completely killed off all of the Heartless in Hollow Bastion."

Xemnas smiled and put the pencil back down on his desk.

"Did he get hurt at all?"

"No sir."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No sir."

Xemnas leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"Well, I suppose this is both good and bad," he said.

"Would you be so kind as to explain to me?" asked Saïx, now also sitting back and relaxing in his chair.

Xemnas looked into Saïx's irresistible eyes with affection.

"You see, as you may know, Sora is both an asset to us and an enemy. It's good that he slaughtered all of those heartless for us to feed Kingdom Hearts, but it's bad he didn't get hurt doing it because that only means he got stronger, also meaning that he would have an easier time defeating us. You get it?"

"Of course. Your logic is very comprehensive. This could be a problem."

"Yes, I don't really know what to do. If we give him harder monsters to battle, he will only get stronger. But if we just leave him alone, he will not give us hearts for Kingdom Hearts."

"Hm. What if we only give him only really weak Heartless?"

"Then it would take longer to fill up our Kingdom Hearts. The stronger the hearts, the better."

"I see. So basically, we're screwed."

"Exactly. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen in the first place. I mean, he's already killed off half of our members, and now he plans to slaughter the rest of us."

"We can't do anything, then," said Saïx. "We're predestined to be doomed."

For the first time in his very short lived life, Xemnas began to feel the slightest amount of guilt. And not just guilty that he would soon be dead, but guilty that every one of his followers would be dead, too. As he looked over at Saïx, he suddenly became aware that the blue haired elf was thinking the same thing as he was.

They would all be gone forever in a matter of days.

Saïx, not being one to start a conversation, sat in his chair quietly and looked down onto his lap, suddenly finding himself crying. He didn't make a noise when he did, though, but he could feel the warm tears sliding down his face. He didn't know why he was crying, and he noticed that Xemnas had seen the tears on his cheeks. He gave a whimper as he saw Xemnas get up out of his chair and come over to him with a look of sympathy on his face.

"I'm sorry," Xemnas whispered into his ear. "It's my entire fault."

Xemnas put his head on Saïx's shoulder and kissed him gently on the cheek, just like a mother would kiss a son's tears away when he got hurt. Saïx cried silent tears into Xemnas's shoulder and soon found himself kissing Xemnas back more passionately. Xemnas pulled Saïx's delicate head in closer to his, enjoying this moment as much as he possibly could. He could still feel Saïx's tears ooze out of his eyes, scorning himself on the inside for making his lover feel so horrible.

Once their kiss had ended, Saïx gave a small hint of a smile and embraced Xemnas, feeling his Superior's chest rise and fall as he rested his head there. Xemnas smiled too and returned the hug by wrapping his arms gently around Saïx's nimble body. Saïx sighed as he closed his eyes as his grin widened.

It had been the first time since he had joined Organization XIII that he had felt any emotion.

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I know, I know. That was a very short chapter. I have to leave some of the plot for the next chapter, y'know. Anyway, I hoped you guys liked the OOCness of Saïx in this chapter. I think that he shouldn't always be unemotional and everything. And I know that Zexion is dead, BUT HE IS TOO AWESOME TO NOT BE IN THE STORY STILL!

So, if you would review, I would give you lots of cookies. If you don't like cookies, I'll give you a cake.

And yes, I am aware that made almost no sense maybe.