Chapter Two

Yeah… and What Are Your Plans?

A/N: YO! Yeah, I'm back again with yet another chappie. I was SORTA disappointed with the lack of reviews. Then again, this is a bigger ball park then my home field in Naruto and Gundam SEED. Meh, as long as I don't get any hate messages I guess I'm trippy.

TO THE ONLY PERSON WHO REIVEWED! I LOVE YOU, MAN! I GIVE YOU THE LUCK OF THE IRSH!!!!

To the story

This is What Happens When Love Takes Over

Are you done yet?

No,

What about… now?

Roxas, you're pissing me off.

Oh, sorry. Roxas apologized. After the little scene with Riku and Kairi, Sora had become something of a … hermit. He took out all his old Gundam Models and started to rebuild them with five year old glue and spray paint. For some weird reason, Roxas enjoyed watching Sora fuck up, do great and well… fuck up. Roxas, deep inside, didn't mind Sora at all. But Sora pissed him off terribly so, thus their relationship.

Finally, Sora smiled and threw the spray paint can over his shoulder but instead of it hitting the trash, it bounced off the wall and continued to spurt out gargled whiffs of paint onto Sora's pale blue wall.

Are you done NOW?!

Yeah, I'm done. Sora was actually pleased with himself. It had been a long time since he had built one of those things stored within the depths of his closet.

After an hour of drying, Sora placed it aside his three other models he had built within the time span of a week.

Great, now… what do I do?

Maybe you should read something, you know… sharpen those kidneys up there.

Wha? My kidneys are here, Sora pointed to the place were, actually his spleen was contained.

Thus my point, Roxas chirped. Rolling his eyes, Sora started to look through his old… must I exaggerate the word OLD… book collection. He scanned through the titles until he came across Master of the Game By Sidney Sheldon. Roxas started to jump about wildly.

Oh! Oh! Look through the pages for sex scenes! Sheldon ALWAYS has at least three! Agreeing, Sora started to flip through the book at random for pages with explicit sexual intercourse on it.

After reading close to seven chapters, Sora dozed off.

Great, retard falls asleep. What do I do now? So, Roxas decides to plot his revenge on Namine, again.

Ok, the plan is to obviously escape. Travel to where ever Namine is… then, the thought hit him. He didn't know where the hell Namine was in the first place!

Damn, he cursed. He paced up and down his small cell when finally, he broke down and fell down onto his backside and leaned up agenst the cold wall. It was always cold in there, and dark. For the three months he had come to reside there, it had changed him. He was once the quiet, yet egotistical guy that believed that some way or another, everything would come out fine. But when he was isolated with only Sora to talk to him, he got awfully lonely. Sometimes when he slept, he couldn't tell the days because he had no time. Sure, he could see what Sora saw but it got aggravating when he couldn't talk to other people.

Roxas, even though he was quiet and somewhat dull on the outside was a fire ball on the inside. Swearing and cursing whenever he could, and he'd strive to get what he wanted. He wouldn't call himself selfish or spoiled, but determined. He wasn't a pushover, even on the outside in his quiet state. He was dominating and a leader, gentle but happy yet a good person. Yup, Roxas was a male version of a PMSing school girl on crack. (A joke, by the way.)

Another thing about his small surroundings; there was a bite white French door in the back of his domain. (No nothing to do with the Door to Darkness or wtf.) Many a times did Roxas try to open the door, thinking it was his way out, but alas, it never even opened a crack. It wasn't even locked. It was stuck, or cemented or whatever. Roxas pounded, kicked, screamed and swore at the door but it never ever did budge. But one day, this all changed.

Back to the fact that Sora was sleeping after reading his book. Roxas curled up into a ball and shut his eyes when an apparition appeared before him.

Great, another wet dream, Roxas sighed. But it was something way more important. The apparition was of a young girl with long blond hair hanging over her right shoulder. Her eyes were of a dark, azure, and she wore a clean white dress that reached just below her thighs. (Does Namine even wear shoes? Gad, I had to watch four AMVs to see if she did. DAMN YOU!) She smiled at him and folded her hands behind her back.

"Hello, Roxas," She said in a girly, soft voice. Roxas's mouth gaped open. Namine! Namine was standing before him, clad in white and smiling. Revulsion purred in his stomach as she smiled awkwardly and met his gaze.

Namine looked around with a surprised look.

"So, this is where you've been since we first arrived here?" Roxas only stayed silent, staring at her with a deathly look in his eyes. Namine laughed and out her arched finger to her lips.

"Kairi's mind was much more nicer, I had a bed, a dresser…"

"I know, you told me before," Roxas cut her off. Namine's smile dropped, she took another look around.

"I came here for you, you know." Namine told him, Roxas stood up and straightened one of the rings on his fingers and gave her a cock-eyed glower.

"Oh really? And who sent you here?" Namine looked behind her at the black and blue portal swirling without a care, then looked back.

"Axel sent me to get you, he says it's important." Roxas laughed and eagle spread his arms to her.

"Ahh hello, Namine? That blond hair fucking up your senses? I can't leave until night time," Namine rolled her eyes and pointed towards the French door.

"Yes, I already know that. In fact I was the one keeping you from leaving," Pain seared in Roxas's heart. So it was her fault he was still trapped in here? She was keeping him prisoner… just like before!

"So it's your fault that I'm here, trapped within Sora's mind?" He choked, Namine nodded sadly.

"I'm sorry Roxas but it was the only way to keep you safe. Why did you think I went into Kairi's mind willingly with you?"

"We were dragged in without a choice Namine, you knew that!" Namine twiddled with her thumbs nervously. She didn't answer him.

Enraged, Roxas swiftly came to her and shook her shoulders roughly, causing her blond hair to swivel and fly.

You're turning my life into a lie! Stop it! Stop it! He inwardly begged. Namine released herself from his grip and took a step back. On her face was the look of worry and fright.

"I'm sorry, Roxas but you've got to come and see Axel. He… he really wants to see you," She begged. Roxas lowered his arms and clenched his fists and turned his face away.

"Whenever you decide to come go through that door," Roxas opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it. Silence tore at the two entities for a second until Namine lifted her hand and took Roxas's.

"Please trust me, I would never hurt you or hate you. Roxas you and I are something similar, I would never harm you." She pleaded. Roxas noticed how warm and soft her closed hand felt around his battered and rough hand. Electricity shot up his arm and slowly tingled at his spine until he tore his hand away. Namine felt it too. She offered a fake smile as she hung her arms around her back and nervously pivoted her eyes to the left.

Namine hated to lie to him, but it was for his own good. He needed to be safe where she could keep an eye on him. Something was happening, something big. Something she couldn't control or manipulate.

"Goodbye for now,"

"Yeah," Roxas responded weakly. Namine gave him one last look before she turned around and disappeared into the all too familiar black portal.

Once he was sure she was gone, he fell to his knees in relief. At that time, he looked towards the white French door then to the dark ground before him. He was going to get out! Freedom! Freedom!

Yet through all of this, Roxas couldn't help but feel like something was being kept from him. Some secret he wasn't supposed to know. Something… extra.

Other then that Roxas felt as though he should lave right now. To leave this place and never return. But then there was Sora… Sora. What would he do? He couldn't leave a note, (Even if he had the paper and pen to do it, he wouldn't anyways,) or whatever so he decided that he should just leave. Sora always thought of him as a hindrance anyways, so why not just leave and get it all over with?

Still, Roxas had grown accustomed to these hollow halls, the cold blackness that took him and rocked him to sleep each night, that whispered secrets to him that let him see Sora's wet dreams.

He chuckled. Yeah, maybe he should just leave, go, never return. It seemed the best way. No sad and teary farewells and such. Roxas stood on his feet and looked around for the last time.

Good bye, Sora. He said as he walked backwards into the white door. He grasped the handle and half expected for it to be shut, but it opened with the ease of a kitchen cupboard. White light poured out from behind him as he walked backwards into the light and watched as the doors behind him closed and shut.

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About two hours later Sora awakened from his slumber, and felt something weird. There was something missing. Something important. He checked his underwear, safe. Then it came to him. Roxas should have told him some sarcastic remark about his retardity.

Roxas? You there, or are you sleeping? No answer, Sora shook himself, trying to wake the slumbering Roxas.

He wasn't there.

ROXAS! He screamed inside, but no respond. Sora at up and felt queasy. He ducked into the bathroom and felt vomit tickle up his esophagus and out spewing into the toilet bowl. He felt light headed and let the weight of his head drop and hit the white porcelain toilet bowl.

Blood trickled from a small cut on his head. He was on his side, feeling incredibility sick and tired. He shut his eyes and fell into a sleep.

Count your blessings, Sora. Appreciate your friends. Love them. Don't hate. Forgive.

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Roxas was blinded by light. He couldn't see shit until he bumped into something hard the knocked him down.

"Damn thing… fucking light…" He swore. From behind him, he heard footsteps and before he could turn, a young woman ran into him and through him.

"Great, Twilight Town all over gain." He seethed. This little girl was no more then six or seven with wavy chatlin hair and bright blue eyes.

"C'mon Roxas you dumb kid hurry up!"

"Tabby if you rush me one more time I'll throw my homework at you." Snickered a young boy. It was him! Roxas as oh what… nine maybe ten. He couldn't even remember past his 12th birthday.

"I'm gonna tell Mom!" The girl named Tabby cried out. Roxas, who was observing the two running about. Young Roxas smirked.

"You do that and I'll tell Father you were kissing Travis behind the shed yesterday!" Tabby stayed quiet.

"Fine you stupid kid," She sneered. Roxas couldn't help but laugh. If this was his sister, she surly was more like him then her was. The two kids disappeared and in their place were the same kids only older. Roxas now was probably 13 and the young girl was maybe the same age. She was taller and limber with sweet innocent curves and tiny breasts poking from her shirt. Her hair was waving down below her backside and her face was flushed crimson.

"What the hell do you mean, 'You're leaving?' You crazy dike I'll kill you if you leave!"

"Oh yeah? Tabitha please don't make me hurt you…" The girl laughed and thread some bangs behind her ears.

"Roxas you know I fight better then you even though I'm younger, don't make me hurt you." The younger Roxas bit his lip. Suddenly he was behind her, her hair moving only seconds after he came.

"I'm sorry, Tabby. I love you and I'll catch up," A thud was issued at the back of the beautiful girl's head and her eyes slowly flickered shut with pain.

"Don't wait up," Roxas whispered as she fell to her knees and then onto her side. He rummaged through until he produced the munny pouch she had taken from him an hour ago, he left the scene.

The older Roxas stared down at Tabby with flooding memories…

Tabitha Grant

Birthday, April 11

Favorite Activities: Sparring, reading annoying her older brother, Roxas.

Tears sprang to Roxas's eyes. No, it could be… are they… what about his mother? His Father? What of Tabby?

"Roxas I'm so sorry, but I thought you needed to know what happened and why you left," The voice was unmistakable, Roxas turned around, an empowering rage building within him. Namine was behind him, clutching her hands together and smiling weakly.

A red film was cast over Roxas's eyes as he raced towards the blond, with anger filling his intentions he slapped Namine across the face and kicked her at her knees.

Namine fell to the floor with a thump, and refused to get up.

"I'm sorry Roxas but you did say that you wanted me to tell you about your family,"

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HAPPY TURKEY DAY!!!! (Well, to the people in Canada, anyways.)

God, I know it was short but short and sweet none the less.

(Here they come; I heard a knock on the door… THE FAMILY IS HERE! NOOOOOOOO!)

Wait… false alarm. Good, my cousin Dusty is being a bloody poser. He is 11 and the most annoying freak you've ever met in your life. Every anime or anime game or manga I read and like and start to write about, he copies. HOW LAME IS THAT!!!!????

And he pushed my younger brother down TWO FLGIHTS OF STAIRS!!!

Basterd…

AND he killed Naruto for me, like ruined the anime for me because he watches the anime-English dubs and I HATE them. Seriously, watch the sub-titled Japanese stuff. If you can't read it fast enough, then you're not smart enough to follow along. (It's different for Kingdom hearts, though. I LOVE THAT DUBB!!) Thank God he hasn't got into Kingdom Hearts yet… ohh, that would be the last straw. (DEATH! DISMEMBERMENT! HURRAH!)

So same old same old review and I love you. You won't die and I'll have a happy life full of self esteem and confidence. YIPPIE!!

See you on the flip side,

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