I know, its terribly short and i apologise for that. But I needed to tie up some things, a few of you were worried about Roxas so thats been sort of resolved, Sora's character is slowly coming out how I want it too and we briefly meet the villians... whom I will fully reveal later. The person who suggested a kidnapping... the idea wasn't orginally how I had intended the stroy to go, but I'm warming up to it. And I promise, Sora's character will end up sort of how he is in the game. I also want to tell you about where this story came from, if you go on youtube and search Zukoforever, and then click on the one called Hey There Sora and thats where it all came from, although I should warn you... YOU WILL SPOIL THE ENDING IF YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION! RESIST THE TEMPTATION!!! Plus, I might change the stroy anyway... then again I may not. I also wondred if any fo you wanted a lemon in this at all, and between who? Please, only suggest characters that area acctually main to thsi story like Roxa and Axel, Sora nd Riku... not others who may not even be in it or aren't even key to the story. So... REVIEW REVIEW and let me know, k? Cheers, enjoy... Akaiba...

The Roads Lead to Darkness

Roxas woke up slowly, every movement feeling like it took twice as much energy than it should have, his arms feeling like dead weights and his eyelids forcibly glued shut despite his best attempts at opening them. He lay still for a few moments, his body prone and blissfully ignorant of the world around him, nothing would make him move.

He wondered whether Sora was okay…

Sighing inwardly he guessed he should have been more worried, at least enough to want to get out of bed, but the blond had given him everything he could; even his own life. There truly was nothing much he could do for the brunet without the other's consent. Axel had said as much when Roxas had told him how he'd been keeping Sora alive by force, something the redhead was dubious about.

He wondered if Axel was okay…

Deciding he had enough to worry about without him postponing things, he groaned with effort and sat up in bed, his head pounding like a gong and his chest aching as though he'd been kicked by a sumo wrestler. He held his head in his hands and gasped sharply at the pain.

"You're awake… that's good…" A voice observed softly, tinged with forced amusement.

Roxas dared to look through his fingers at the person sat by his bed, Axel was watching him, his brow creased in worry and obvious signs of sleepless nights marred the rims of his emerald eyes; eyes that watched him so intensely without ever blinking. Roxas tried to move, reaching for the body just out of his reach, he wanted to feel the warmth Axel seemed to always have, regardless of the dark powers the elder had, Axel always seemed to be warm and loving in just the right way that made Roxas deliriously happy.

Despite however much want the blond put behind his actions, he ended up toppling over the tangled sheets as his dizzy mind confused where the edge of the bed was exactly. Axel shot faster than lightening across the room; his arms curling around the smaller teen's body and pulling him close into the redhead's embrace.

"Careful… you shouldn't try and move so quickly. Just take it easy, okay?" Axel asked, his words soft and silkily gentle as he rubbed a circle on Roxas' back as the half-conscious boy curled tightly between his legs, his hands curled into fists in Axel's red vest top.

"Mfhm… you're warm… mfrhmmfm.." Roxas mumbled. Axel only caught half of the words spoken into his chest but decided to let it go and allow his boyfriend so well deserved rest.

Axel figured that if Roxas was conscious, then he would be okay. He just needed some sleep, although he seemed defiantly unwilling to move from his new spot on Axel's lap so the redhead maneuvered the already asleep boy more comfortably onto the bed and lay down to sleep with him, again rubbing soothing circles onto the almost purring boy's back.

"I wonder how Sora is…" Axel mused before closing his eyes and joining his boyfriend in sleep.


Sora rubbed his eyes and yawned, waking up was always a hard task and Riku made it so much more fun. Not in the sense that tired Sora out even more, no… Riku always thought it was far more fun to drench him in cold water, steal his covers, kick him out of bed, bounce on his bed or bribe Selphie to sing whatever song she liked as loud as she wanted directly outside his window.

All resulted in Sora eventually getting out of bed and a very, very bad tempered Sora… which meant an incredibly sarcastic but happy Riku.

Sora smiled fondly at the memories. He'd written his reply the day before, popped it in a milk bottle and sealed it with the cork he had had the foresight to keep. Then he'd thrown it into the sea and watched it float away. Te rest of the day was a blur. He'd decided to go into town and do some grocery shopping before going to work at the diner. Everyone had been really surprised to see him there; smiling too. But no one had dared to ask why incase Sora stopped his smiling and ran home.

But Sora was done being suicidally depressed, he'd never stop missing Riku and his heart ached every time someone said his name or his thoughts drifted to the silveret but he needed to be there for Riku. Like Axel had said, 'he needed to be strong for Riku.'

That in itself was very hard. But he would do it.

He clambered out of bed and went into the bathroom. His mind was intensely analyzing random things; he found it distinctly odd that he was psychoanalyzing the soap as he took a shower. Then it occurred to him that maybe the soap came in such different varieties because it was making up for shortcomings it believed it had because it wasn't like shampoo. Sora's hand froze as he began towel-drying himself off.

"I have seriously, 100, honest to God, lost my mind…" He muttered and then groaned, "And now I am talking to myself…"

Purposefully avoiding eye contact with the pot of something odd that Riku had bought on a whim and left on the dresser as it seemed to be the most likely next candidate for his freaked out mind, he dressed in loose, blue shorts and a form-fitting black t-shirt that read 'If You Want To Know How Good I Am, Ask Your Girlfriend.' It wasn't his, it was Riku's, but it was comforting to wear, despite the slogan on the front.

Bouncing down the stairs two at a time, he grabbed his sandals, strapped them on and was out the door faster then Demyx when the Ice Cream van goes past.


A leather gloved hand waved over the holographic image before him lazily. The image was of the newest keyblade master. Riku's face never changed expression but blinked occasionally as it walked on the spot.

The owner of the gloved hand turned to another person in the dark room and asked, "What have you discovered about… him." His voice was deep but eloquently refined as it pronounced every syllable to its fullest extent, almost as though he believed he was speaking to an idiot, "I presume you have found something out." And, of course, he believed he was.

The other person in the room made a noise in the affirmative, "Indeed." The voice was male but carried a sarcastic sort of 'I'm way to good for this' tone, "His heart does not respond in the way the others did. His mind is tightly locked and hard to infiltrate… but his heart should have been easy to enter…" The shrouded male sighed in irritation, "The Heartless can barely get close to him; he's that good. But when they do… they barely graze his heart. It's almost as though he doesn't have one."

The other male snorted, "Of course he does, the keyblade would not have chosen him if he didn't."

"Then that leaves only one other explanation: he's given his heart to someone."

"Then find that someone and bring him to me. I want this keyblade master's lover to watch and realize as this… Riku chooses between the fate of millions or his lover." The gloved hand gestured to the hologram and Riku's form was swallowed by darkness, to leave the silveret stood in dark armor that twisted about his body, a black keyblade in hand, "No matter what he chooses, we will still have him."

The irritated male bowed stiffly, his silhouette briefly moving, "I will find the lover and bring him here." Then he left the room.

The remaining man glanced at the newly depicted picture, "You can't escape, young one. No matter which way you turn, each road leads to darkness and each road leads to ruin."


Sora squealed with delight as he spied a bottle on the beach, tumbling over the sand he snatched the gleaming glass in his tight grip, coming to a stop where the surf crested the sand and soaking his shorts through, droplets of water spraying up into his face. Sora was too ecstatic to care as he brought the bottle up to his face.

He uncorked it eagerly and watched as the letter fell out easily. He was glad, he was less than willing to endure another 'smashed bottle' episode which he had honorably cleaned up the previous day but the events of which were still scabbed over his arms and legs.

His hands nimbly unrolled the crackling paper to which he pressed as close to his face as he could and still be able to read the perfectly curved words:

Dearest Sora,

I am not going to question how this is even working but I am so glad it is. I hope it is still working and this letter finds you. The war… is going. It's not coming to end but it is continuing. I am starting to think that I am maybe the only reason everyone is doing this.

Of course I'm not the only reason why, but all these people are specifically here to get me to some door…the Door to Light I think… and I'm supposed to close it.

I keep falling asleep; I think there really is something wrong with me. I am glad my letter made you feel better, yours did for me too, but I still feel absolutely awful, my chest aches terribly and I can barely keep focused. Mickey's pulled me out of fighting for a while, but the damn wizard crackpot keeps insisting I'm fine. Apparently, I am just reacting to the deaths around me because I am so young. That may not be too far from the truth, I'm no cold-hearted bastard and I'll admit that… to you.

The only problem I have is with his secretly telling the king I am just throwing a tantrum to go home. That pissed me off.

Sorry, Sky. I don't mean to rant. I just… it's been a few weeks but it feels like an eternity. You were in my dreams… and my daydreams… we were on that beach I told you about. You looked so beautiful… I almost cried… then I woke up as you were going to tell me something. I am starting to grow a fondness for that beach… it's the place I keep throwing you're letters into the sea. I know its crazy, but I think its following me. We've been marching for miles in one go and if I only approach the edge of the camp, its there. Creepy, huh?

Anyways, I should probably go. Mickey will want to see me soon.

Love you forever and always, Riku. XXX


pokes go on, you know you want to... pokes review...puppy-dog face do it pwease... or Riku dies...:P