Reality was a surreal concept to Roxas climbing from the cab to stand before some lounge bathed in neon glow. Colors and lights swirled before his eyes like a bad acid trip reminding his body of deprivation. He moved forward to collapse, strong harms keeping him from going anywhere. His legs were numb as he glided past shadowed, inscrutable faces colliding into a warm, strong wall. Hands groped slipper leather sliding off to claw air as the wall moved out from his grip to reveal another hallway. Mumbles exchanged and Roxas was herded down the hall into deeper darkness then shoved falling down, down, down onto something soft. The sensation of falling lingered, the darkness closing in tighter around him until he was smothered.

It made no sense to try and open his eyes when all there was to see were giant masses of color and indecipherable shapes waddling around. At least darkness was a constant shade, it didn't hurt his head at all. Something touched his arm bending it as if it were rubber. Roxas couldn't tell the difference, it was all a bad dream. A nightmare he lived and breathed every day of his miserable little life.

Then suddenly everything made sense again and he wasn't falling but floating. Walking on hot, sweet air as addictivbe warmth soothed his aching body and blanked the concept of sense from his mind. He giggled, wrapping his arms around the cuddly warmth and snuggling it close. How good it felt to feel again. A jolt hit his arm and the warmth returned tenfold knocking the nobody delirious with glee. He reached out to embrace another wave but it never came, beautiful dementia ebbing away into the cruelties of reality. When he opened his eyes he realized the room wasn't his, wasn't Axel's. Sometime during the dream he'd been transported into a small room and laid on a bed. His right arm had been tied off and a cottonball taped to the skin. Beside him a blue haired man undid the tie and regarded the boy with a greatly unamused scowl.

"Good, you're awake." he shoved the tie and syringe into a black bag at his feet. Roxas gaved a little not.

"Yeah..." Roxas paused to regain himself from the trip. He could only surmise he was wherever Axel had planned for them to go. "Where am I?"

"Black Twilight cocktail lounge." he replied curtly, hoisting the bag on his shoulder.

"W-Wait!" Roxas rubbed his eyes stringing the sentence together in his head. "W-What's gonna happen? Why am I here? And who are you?"

"Saix. As for what will happen to you that is up to Xemnas. You won't be seeing him tonight, however. He's in a very... heated.. discussion." The look in those amber eyes gave an alternative definition to 'heated' Roxas didn't want to think about. Roxas couldn't recall anything, fuzzy images of the liquor store and then a bright yellow cab.. a voice.. a voice was talking to him.. "Axel?"

"Axel is in the lounge. But my orders were very strict and that was to keep you in here until tomorrow once you have been properly fixed and have had time to recooperate." Saix took out a cigarette and puffed on it, watching Roxas slide back on the bed defeated. His options were pretty much nil at this point. This room had become his temporary confinement until the mystical being named Xemnas decided his fate. Well Roxas wasn't one to wait for destiny.

He waited until Saix was gone before slipping over to the door. He waited until a heavy door slammed shut in the distance before slipping open his door and creeping out into darkness. The only source of light a soft red glow over his head casting an eerie glow over the passage. It reminded Roxas of those cheesy horror flicks they would go see after school on Saturdays. His chest gave a painful twist. No, he pushed the thought of Hayner from his mind. This was no time to get distracted. Anything could leap out and devour him from the shadows, or at least he hoped nothing would.

Slinking along the wall Roxas continued down the creepy old hallway, looking around the corner. Black. Dark black... and a presence. A dark, ominous presence. Something, or someone, was waiting in those shadows. He could barely see the outline of a door at the end of the passage. So close... he was so close... his blood pounded in his ears as he tried to muster the courage to make a mad dash down the last few feet. He could be out of here and into who knows where but maybe Axel would be there. Axel would know what to do.

His feet couldn't carry him any faster as he broke through the darkness, nails clawing viciously at the heavy iron door at the end. He could find no latch, no handle. There was no way out, he couldn't see in this damned darkness. The presence looming shifted, heavy arms shoving the boy into the wall and then up off his feet. He was slung over a shoulder, kicking and screaming as he was escorted back to his room and thrown in. He stumbled, colliding with a desk on the other side staring up into steely grey eyes. The man was a giant, hard and cold as if he'd been craved straight from a slab of marble. Broad and bulky with muscle and well over six feet of height he maintained a gentlemanly class. Roxas gave him talent for that considering he'd just flung the boy across the room like some old ragdoll.

Before Roxas could speak again the giant slung the door shut with a deafening thud. That was it. End of discussion, he was trapped here until Xemnas felt so generously inclined to release him. He wanted to just curl up and cry, nothing made sense anymore. Dragging across the room he slid up onto the bed and broke down crying. He wanted to be back in Hayner's arms being pet and loved and showered with the deepest of affections. To be touched and kissed and pet and cuddled. Wanted to be told he was the most beautiful thing in the world and they were one, body, heart, and soul.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"

Heart..

"A-A what?!"

He wanted a heart...

"You're disgusting.. Don't touch me!"

Or.. maybe it was easier this way...

"Don't ever come back! I hate you!"

This way...

"No one will miss me.."

He didn't ever have to love again.