Title: Injury
Theme: o42. Heartless
Word Count: 558
Rating: K, for hints to a kiss at the end.
Spoilers: Only if you haven't played through the prologue of KH2.
Disclaimer: Shoppers of Kyoto-Mart, Kyoto no own Kingdom Hearts. :0

One Heartless down.

Roxas slashed around at the army of Heartless ganging up on him, swinging around Oblivion and Oathkeeper like an insane amateur.

Two. Three. Four. Five hearts transported to Kingdom Hearts.

He was so goddamn tired, having freed what? About four hundred Heartless by now?

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Make that four hundred and ten.

The Key of Destiny could feel his life slipping away from him, more and more as the Heartless tackled and slashed at him, as he attacked them with his two Keyblades.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

Every four successive attacks, the Shadows and Neo-Shadows would fade away and their heart (or hearts) would float up to that half-completed heart-shaped moon in that night sky of The World That Never Was.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

Roxas was quickly knocked down by the gang of six Shadows and Neo-Shadows attacking him from all sides, and he struggled to get up again. The feeling (or rather, non-feeling) of life was fading away from him even more. He got up, and slashed at the Heartless even more.

Twenty-one. Twenty-two.

They attacked him again, and he fell again.

Dammit... he thought, struggling to hold onto his life. One more hit and I'm going to fade away, aren't I?

A Neo-Shadow prepared to slash at him, and Roxas braced the impact, closing his eyes.

WOOSH.

The blond opened his eyes again, not feeling the impact that was supposed to take him out. Instead, he saw a blur of red, silver, then black, as an oh-so-familiar chakram flew by his body and took out the Heartless.

Axel.

The Flurry of Dancing Flames quickly grabbed Roxas off of the floor, and carried him, taking them both into the Darkness to return to Castle Oblivion.

They ended up in room VIII, Axel seating him onto the tiled white floor.

"What the hell were you thinking, Roxas?" Axel growled at his injured "friend", sifting through his cupboard for bandages to help heal the blond's wounds, "You may be the freaking Keyblade's Chosen One, but did you honestly believe you could handle all those Heartless on your own?"

Roxas looked at the ground, grumbling, "I didn't expect to be ambushed by that many Heartless..."

The redhead grabbed a roll of bandages, kneeling down in front of him, "You have two freaking Keyblades for Kingdom Hearts' sake. Take off your coat."

And Roxas obeyed, unzipping and setting the bloody Organization coat aside as he took it off. Axel began to wrap the roll of white around the blond's chest, cutting it with scissors after he was finished. Roxas winced every so often as the wounds were being stimulated from the pressure.

"Thanks," Roxas merely said, shoving the heavy-with-blood coat back onto his back and arms.

Axel responded, pointing a gloved finger at his head, "You're my only friend in the Organization, commit it to memory, hm?"

Roxas' expression turned into a frown.

"How the hell can we befriend each other when friends are supposed to love – with a heart?"

"Just like this," Axel grinned, holding the younger Nobody's shoulders and pulling his face closer to the other's.