Author's Note: OH MY GODS…its been a while… Its mainly because I wasn't motivated and not a lot of people are interested in this story anymore right? Well…feed my muse with suggestions. And I'm happy to announce that I have taken up a challenge for an Axel/Demyx/Roxas love triangle sort of AU angst fic it will be up and running for this week. Also note…the longer you take in reviewing…the longer I take in giving a damn about this story enough to write more of it…

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Today was NOT Axel's day…

Of all the places to lose the damn girl it had to be in Traverse Town. It wasn't even his idea this time. And to top it all off…he was deemed as a traitor now by that stupid Nobody. Axel growled.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID Demyx, thought Axel angrily. Why couldn't that retard EVER do something right in his damn life?

Axel knew the musician had little to do with the situation at hand, but he needed an outlet. He was sure Demyx was in cahoots with Naminé.

He walked in great lengths down the streets of the blasted town hoping to kill some steam. He swore some of the people gave him a weird look not that he gave a damn. For hell's sake he was a dark cloaked figure striding in a furious manner. He glared at every eye that fell on him.

It was a silly move to be doing considering the Organization was now against him and the Nobodies were now against him. Axel stopped and turned towards an alley trying desperately to avoid colliding with anyone in his way. He suddenly felt sick. He entered the shadows of an alley and waited by a garbage can. His mouth went dry and his vision clouded over a bit.

Did she set him up? That was the only question Axel had at the moment.

Laughing, joking, pairing, throwing themselves out of windows, walking against white walls too bright to be noticed, Axel remembered. Roxas with his silly hair and his ridiculously large shoes. He had been so silent with the rest of the Organization and even spoke rather shyly with Axel. The only thing that got in their friendship was Xemnas' constant suspicions of Roxas.

It was no wonder that a conspiracy within the Organization had occurred. Their damn leader was too preoccupied with Roxas than to give a damn about anything else including the Kingdom Hearts project. Yet, he and Xemnas had something in common in the obsession department. Axel sighed. Yes, he could never forget. And now that same Roxas had not even acknowledged his existence.

The flame master bit his lips. He had greeted him, but if it weren't for that son of a bitch that got in his way…he would have been able to knock some sense in his best friend. Axel sighed. It was hilarious how much he obsessed over the youth.

It's almost as if I'm in love with him, he thought then snorted in amusement.

What made Axel ask Sephiroth for his help? It was ruined and for some odd reason...Demyx had a lot to do with it.

"Roxas," he mumbled. "Where the hell are you?"

Axel heard giggling and a jumble of voices. He narrowed his eyes and recognized some of the people as those that had been around Roxas before he left this world. The redhead almost refused to move, but decided he needed to find some more answers before he blamed it all on the two blondes.

First, Demyx, he thought. Then I'll deal with that blond witch.

Axel had no idea he would end up back where he started, the cave overlooking the industrial outskirts of Hollow Bastion. He looked down near the shores of a barren sea and spotted the figure, but he stood frozen. There in front of him with a Key Blade drawn stood—Roxas? No…Sora.

He grinded his teeth in slight anger no one ever told him where that bloody boy was when he looked for him, but there he was right under him parrying away with the water element wielder.

"Shocking isn't it?" Sephiroth's voice floated.

Axel folded his arms and continued to watch the long and endless battle below them.

"That Sora is a powerful fighter," he drawled standing beside the flame master.

"I'm sure," Axel snorted.

"You disagree?"

"No," he sighed as he turned to face the one winged angel.

They stood silently and looked back at the scene where it appeared that Demyx was losing. A big part of Axel wanted to go below and rip his throat out more than he wanted to free Sora of his insides.

"I believe I have done my part of the deal after all…"

Before he could make a snappy comment, he had vanished. Axel could swear he felt steam release from his ears.

The absolute nerve of that bastard! He thought bitterly.

He turned his raging eyes to the scene and felt anxiety flooding. His breathing grew harsh and he swore he was about to break into a sweat. Demyx's clones where being shattered before being fully formed. Why the hell was Axel concerned?

He gave a short snort. He was supposed to be after Sora. He narrowed his eyes as Demyx fell to his knees and Sora along with the duck combined a magic attack against the Nobody.

"Ah, dammit," he muttered as he leaped between the attack and Demyx. The attack knocked him back against the blonde and he grabbed Demyx fast and opened a dark portal before Sora's attacks could reach them once more.

The world tilted in four or five ways as they were transported gracelessly to an unknown world.

Yeah, today was definitely NOT Axel's day.

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Axel wanted to burn something so he reached for Demyx's sitar which appeared flammable and tried to set fire to it. Unfortunately the sitar had other plans and decided to retaliate by drenching him with large bubbles the size of his head, which included the height of his red spikes.

"Piece of shit," he muttered angrily as he shook himself. He reached for a potion and almost slapped it to the younger Nobody.

"Wha…?" Demyx stirred.

He didn't respond he was sure he would say something far too extreme and at the moment noticing the blonde's condition did not give him the heart to do anything but sit next to him. Axel went as far as to draw his head on his lap.

"Water?" he said pulling out a flask that he saw Demyx always carry on occasions. He helped him drink and just sat there letting the breeze hit his face.

"Axel? What the hell?" Demyx struggled and laid on his side facing away from him. "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what? Oh, you mean save your sorry ass back there?" he snorted. "I don't need a damn reason, got it memorized?"

Demyx let out a cough then he started to giggle softly. Axel wasn't sure what he was hearing…giggling? He had heard this sound before, but it had come from little boys and girls.

"That's gratitude for ya," he mumbled.

"No, no," Demyx shook his head. "It's just—its been a while since the last time I heard you say that line."

Axel blinked, but realized that the battle may have exhausted his brain too much so he forgave the dimwitted blonde for the moment with a smirk. He paused to admire the blonde as he brushed his cloak and lifted himself on his sitar.

"Hey, uhh, Axel?"

"Yeah?" he said breaking away from his concentrated glances at the other's smile.

"Where are we?"

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Closing Note: Which sounds cooler "Heartbreaker On A Mission" or "The Unattainables"? I figured the last one was a tad...common.