Disclaimer- You know what I wish I owned? Hitman. Because that game is ridiculous when you turn the gravity off. But I don't own Hitman…. Or Kingdom Hearts.

Warnings- Post-Traumatic Stress.

A/N- We don't drop no soap around heaaaaa'. Look at me cuz I'm on that mofo boat :] A year, I know. I don't know what to say.

Protecting Me

Chapter 17: Don't Let Them take it All Away.

Day and night

You're by my side.

"It has to be now? But-" Demyx looked up quickly as he was spoken to.

"No questions. It's the Superiors orders. It has to be administered now."

"But Vexen! What about Axel-or-Roxas- Why!"

Vexen shook his head, dangling a syringe of red liquid above the nocturnes head, "You honestly believe the superior is concerned with Axel's well-being anymore?"

Demyx was immediately silenced. His eyes followed Vexen as he crossed the room to a half conscious Roxas. Vexen removed the plastic cover from the needle.

The Nocturne stood up quickly, a begging tone to his voice, "Axel is just downstairs. He'd want to be here for this!"

Vexen ignored Demyx. He used one hand to restrain both of Roxas's tiny ones in front of him while the other was perfectly positioned to stick the needle into the toddler's neck. Roxas was much to sleepy to realize what was happening, "The Superior doesn't want Axel to interfere."

"The Superior doesn't have to know! Why now? Can't we wait for morning?" Demyx pleaded in as many ways as he could think.

"It's out of my hands," The scientist drove the syringe into the vein exposed in the toddler's neck. A choking yelp sounded throughout the room that made Demyx cringe. Roxas fell limp to the side of the bed as the needle was removed. A quick bandage was placed over the pin-sized hole and just like that it was done.

xXx

Axel couldn't sleep. He piled all of his blankets on top of himself to ward against the cold and still he was freezing. Yes, a fire wielder was freezing. It was something that was sure to be written in some history book someday. He turned to his side to the spot that for the past week had been taken by Roxas. Tonight of course it was empty, he could see right past it to the clock that flashed at some ungodly hour.

'If only something had gone differently,' was the only thought running through his head. If Larxene hadn't caused that power outage, if he hadn't lost his temper on Roxas, or maybe if he had just realized his feelings towards Roxas earlier. If Roxas remembered any of what had happened Axel was certain his best friend would want nothing to do with him.

He exhaled deeply before pushing up from bed, a light pounding that began when he laid down only escalated when he sat up. He shuffled out the door of his room and into the hallway, his bare feet making sluggish taps across the marble floor.

Demyx's room was just a floor above his. He wasn't particularly headed there or anything, it was more of a trance like walk that pulled him in the direction of the Nocturnes room. The door was already pushed open a crack and Axel could make out the silhouette of Demyx sitting over his table scribbling on a piece of paper illuminated by his flashlight.

Axel sighed, his hand running through his course hair, he hadn't bothered to change out of his dirty attire. His room was empty anyway. He guessed he looked pretty pathetic with his hair all knotted up and still smelling heavily of the polluted city downpour. Three hours later and the storm had just then decided to stop, just his luck…

"Ugh, I can't do this!" From inside the room Demyx threw down his pen to rub at his temple feverishly, giving a distressed cry.

Axel stood outside the door, assessing the situation. No matter how much he was told to stay out, to stay away from Roxas, he just couldn't. If Demyx was the least bit upset over Roxas's condition then Axel almost felt it was his duty to not stay away. Hesitantly he stepped in.

"What was that?"

Demyx snapped to attention, looking back and forth lethargically between Axel and his paperwork, "I'm just trying to finish up Roxas's medical report."

"So why can't you do it? Is something wrong with Roxas!" Axel panicked for a moment, rushing over to the sick toddlers bedside to place a hand on his forehead.

Demyx bit his lip, using his feet to pull his chair closer to Axel, "Roxas should be fine. It's only the flu, but-"

When Demyx paused so abruptly Axel looked up with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Demyx seemed like he was fighting with everything he had to not answer the question, "What is it?"

"It's over Axel. Vexen administered the antidote about an hour ago."

A chill ran through the room. The tiny body under the blankets shivered. Axel gave a subtle nod, for the most part staying silent. Roxas's ragged breathing was the only noise that filled the room.

"What now?" Axel didn't take his eyes off Roxas for a second. His friend looked the same as he did a few hours ago minus the blue band-aid that graced his neck.

"Well," Demyx shifted from the chair to the bed beside Axel, "Vexen said it'll be a gradual change. Mentally, he'll begin to slowly act like an adolescence and remember his former self. His body will be the last to change. As a whole though, the potion will take exactly 48 hours to run its full course. Two days from now Roxas will be back to normal."

"And his memory? Will he remember any of this? Will he even be the same Roxas?"

"Vexen couldn't say for sure…" Demyx bit his lip, knowing that's not what Axel wanted to hear, "but he did say that we can help him out by reminding him of his old life as much as possible. It'll make the transition easier."

"Don't you mean 'you have to remind him'?" Axel let out a spiteful chuckle, "I'm banned from Roxas until he recovers."

"This is my room Axel, I can allow whoever I want to stay." Demyx stood from the bed, kicking his chair back over to the desk, "Besides, no one can remind Roxas of his old life better than you. Stay here tonight and I'll watch out for you."

Axel watched as Demyx settled down into his chair and pulled out a CD player with ear buds. The music was enough to drown out anything Axel said to give him some privacy. It was the least the two of them deserved. The whole castle was likely asleep now anyway. Axel was safe at night.

An unconscious hand reached out to clench Axel's cloak, the tiny fingers moving in erratic patterns along the leather. His mouth was moving in an incoherent manner, his mind probably submerged in a fevered dream. The older nobody slid further into the unfamiliar bed until he could feel a soft yet shaky breath on his neck.

Well thank Kingdom Hearts for small miracles. Roxas was still breathing, still alive… or as alive as he was capable of being. One question still remained in the fire wielders mind. What now? When Roxas was his normal self again it would be damn near impossible to go back to the way things where before this incident, before he knew he wanted Roxas. How in all the worlds did anyone expect him to tell a fifteen-year-old boy he was in love with him? He was twenty for Kingdom Hearts sake!

The very thought sent painful spasms searing through Axel's brain.

Roxas's hand loosened its grip on the cloak. He mumbled before nuzzling closer to the redhead… Yeah, lovely thoughts to be having about a fifteen-year-old boy. He was absolutely positive that if Roxas were back to normal and knew of these thoughts Axel would probably be blinded by now.

Axel sighed and rested his chin on the top of Roxas's head. Axel's body completely protected the blonde from any and all harm.

"I'll make it up to you," He shut his eyes, whispering to an unconscious Roxas, "I don't know how, and I don't know when. I will think of something, and that's a promise."

xXx

Before anyone awoke Demyx crawled silently back into his bed near Axel's feet. He did not sleep but instead jostled the blankets until Axel woke up.

"Rox is still burning up," Was the first thing to leave Axel's mouth upon opening his eyes.

By some miracle Demyx was able to persuade Axel away from Roxas's bedside for two minute for some breakfast. After much effort, Roxas was left to sleep with a wet washcloth draped over his forehead.

"There is very little science cannot do," Vexen sat close to the head of the table that day handling a capped needle filled with blood red liquid.

"Oh yeah," Xigbar sipped at some coffee, "I didn't see your science helping me get the light back on the other night."

The whole castle was once again illuminated thanks to the persistent efforts of Xigbar and Xaldin plugging away in the basement for hours to get the place back in a presentable fashion. The storm had left the city a complete wreck. Patrol was almost impossible with all the rubble and debris cluttering the ground. For that matter, Xemnas had put out an order for all dusks to aid in the cities clean up.

"Goooooood Morning Luxord," Larxene bounced into the dining hall completely elated. She slid in between the gambler and her pink haired assassin. Marluxia laced an arm around her with the radiance of a proud parent.

Everyone was completely drained. The ones who went out searching for Roxas , the ones who stayed behind to repair the power outage, and the ones who caused the whole thing. Larxene must have not gotten her discipline dished out to her yet because she was the only spirit in the castle wearing a grin. For the past seven days of brutal work she had managed to accumulate a total of 1,400 munny. She already had planned how it was going to be spent, once she was off surveillance of course.

Luxord sat in displeasure all morning over eggs and toast. His true disappointment lay in Axel's ridiculously careless move that cost him 1,400 munny. And there he was thinking that of all the untrustworthy, deceitful, uncaring, souls in the organization, Axel seemed like the type to at least show some sort of falsified emotion towards his best friend.

"I trust you had a good night Axel," Larxene was the first to greet a passive Axel. He shot no malicious comments, no scowl, not even a rude gesture in the females direction, completely uncharacteristic of Axel. He sat down with a static expression beside Demyx and in front of the food he had no desire to eat.

Save for Larxene and Vexen, both of which made sure to parade their cockiness around, everyone was in a hushed mood. Many had already received punishment for somehow aiding in the experiment. The perpetual clinking of forks and knives circulated the room.

The moment Demyx sat down it seemed Zexion suddenly had somewhere important to be. The current structure of The Organization seemed to be nothing but a horrific mess.

"Everyone," A spoon tapped at the edge of a water glass. Vexen cleared his throat to gain the others attention, "you will be happy to know that my potion is complete and was administered to Roxas last night. The transition will go well I presume."

"Well at least Xemnas will have something to be pleased about," Xaldin added with a huff.

Axel looked up from his breakfast with bloodshot eyes as if he had gotten no sleep at all, "So… he'll be back to normal right?"

Vexen set a hand under his chin, "100% recovery is never guaranteed. Especially since I was given little time to test the antidote."

"So it could work and it could fail?" Axel clenched his teeth together to prevent any malicious comments.

"No, it WILL work, but to what extent is still questionable. It will help however if as Roxas's mental state begins to shift into that of a teenaged boy, you begin treating him as such despite his physical appearance."

So it really was almost over… Somehow Axel still couldn't fathom that.

The door swung open rather quickly, hit the back wall and stole everyone's attention.

"Xemnas demands Axel's presence in his office," Xemnas's right hand man stepped into the hall looking in the grumpiest of moods, arms wrapped impassively around the small form of Roxas. Saix quickly set him down, seeing as he hadn't cared for the kid from day one, "I found 'it' wandering around the halls. You might want to consider a leash," The Berserker didn't care to stay in the room any longer and promptly left Roxas standing alone on the floor.

"Don't feel good…" The kid looked like death warmed over. Rather pitifully he shivered with a cold sweat dripping from his brow. His hair lay elegantly disheveled over his sunken eyes dulled by the fever. In a desperate attempt to keep himself warm he had one of Demyx's thin blankets wrapped around his shoulders.

Axel had to do all but nail his hands to the table to prevent from tripping over himself to get to Roxas. Fortunately, Demyx did that for him. He tripped over a chair just to scoop the poor kid up.

"Rox, what are you doing. You're supposed to be in my room sleeping."

"Huwts…" Roxas mumbled numbly, nuzzling his face into Demyx's neck, "it's cold in thewe."

The water mage rubbed circular patterns onto Roxas's back, "I'll find you someplace warmer."

Axel rose from his seat with a sigh, walking straight past both blondes towards his doomed meeting. Roxas gave a weak needy whimper as he passed.

Demyx brushed his cheek against Roxas's heated brow, looking around the room desperately as everyone was getting up to leave. His eyes landed on Xigbar, he was the man who had found him and brought him into The Organization when he was nothing but a newly born nobody. Being as Demyx was so young when he first entered the Organization Xigbar showed him kindness and a certain fatherly affection. They proceeded to be very close after that. Demyx hoped close enough to do him a big favor.

"Hey Xigbar?" He called out, causing the older nobody to turn towards his voice, "Any ideas on what Xemnas has planned for Axel?"

"I feel sorry for that guy," Xigbar snorted, "Poor kid is going to be worked like a dog along with all those who were involved. Vexen, Zexion, Axel, Luxord, Larxene, Marluxia, and even you little buddy."

Demyx's mouth dropped, "Me! What did I do?"

"You're a co-conspirator!" Xigbar ruffled the younger nobodies hair, "You not only tried to hide Roxas from Xemnas but you were in Vexen's lab without permission. As punishment Xemnas is freeing all those not involved of their weeks mission and loaded them on top of those responsible. Don't worry, you're off the hook until Roxas is well."

Well damn it all if those mission weren't going to be the death of him… But speaking of Roxas, Demyx looked down on the sleeping toddler then back up at Xigbar with the most persuasive eyes, "You mean you have no missions all this week?"

"Don't give me that look. What do you want?"

"Come on, you have no missions this week and I need a big favor done!"

Xigbar sighed as Demyx made it a point to pull open his eyes wider, his lips set in a full pout. Unfortunately his affection towards the water mage captured the best of him, "Why do I have a feeling this favor is going to cost me this weeks freedom?"

xXx

Axel exited the Superiors office, shutting the door behind him with a pained wince. Damn it, that man really had it out for him. Either that or he must have honestly been crazy. Four mission in one day! It was impossible! He wouldn't even have time to come back and eat. One mission right after another! Not only that but he was also stuck with city patrol on the night shift. The city wasn't even cleared yet. How in all Kingdom Hearts name did Xemnas expect him to maneuver around the city in the state it was in. And sleep? Forget it. He wasn't getting any of that.

After such tasks were given to him the last thing he expected to see was Xigbar rounding the corner, dragging behind him an unwilling Zexion squirming and pleading for freedom.

"Axel, mission status."

Axel blinked dumbly as they stopped in front of him, "Um… Four release and clear mission," He held up four separate note cards, "Listen I have a lot to do so what do you want."

'Consider yourself relieved of all missions," Xigbar stated quickly.

"W-What?"

"Thanks to Demyx; me, him and Zexion here are completing your missions for you. Night patrol will still be your job. If I were you I'd take the offer because it's not coming up again any time soon. Zexion was damn near impossible to catch," Xigbar squeezed Zexion tighter to his being, "The second I said 'Demyx would like some help' the thing went running."

"Completing my missions…. Demyx? What the fuck did he do now?"

"What do you mean? He's trying to help you be with Roxas."

For a moment, a glimmer of hope rose somewhere in Axel's chest. Almost as quickly as it came, it sank to the pit of his stomach when he remembered time alone with Roxas was impossible

"Why does he keep doing this? I'm not allowed near Roxas!" Axel massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Not a problem. What Xemnas doesn't know won't hurt him," To that Axel looked up in curiosity, "Roxas is in my room safe and sound."

Axel had no choice but to glare. That was it? Roxas was in a different room and they expected to get away with this?

"So what happens when Xemnas decides to check on Roxas in Demyx's room?"

"Taken care of," Zexion finally spoke, mostly through his clenched teeth. Black vines sprung up from below the illusionist's feet. Slowly his whole form began to shift. His body grew taller, his face lost its roundness, and his hair stood on end. Suddenly Axel was no longer standing in front of Zexion, but a very convincing doppelganger of Demyx, "I'll mask Demyx's room in an illusion as well. All you have to do is report to Xemnas when we tell you to."

"And…. Roxas?" Axel could do nothing but stare in bewilderment at what those three were doing just so he could be with Roxas.

"He's alone at the moment," Xigbar's hand went back to create a portal, "I'll tell ya, you're just lucky I care about Demyx enough to do this," Xigbar disappeared into the portal leaving Zexion behind. Demyx's convincing double turned around, pointing a harsh finger at the others chest.

"I don't like this-" Zexion paused for a moment, "I ABHOR this," Oddly enough it was hard to take Zexion all that seriously in his current form. He seemed awkward in Demyx's body, likely not used to being a foot taller. Zexion eyed his own body like it was an infectious plague, "You better be grateful."

Zexion sneered before he stumbled off in a skin way too big for him.

xXx

"You're still so warm…"

Axel pulled his hand from the toddler's forehead just to hear an incoherent mumble in response. He had been feigning in and out of consciousness ever since Axel snuck his way up to Xigbar's gaudy old room. Pin up posters of women scattered the walls surely there to compliment the trashcan filled with crushed soda can. Axel just thanked some unseen force that Roxas was too out of it to ask his usual questions. The toddler's head was turned dejectedly to the side, sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead.

Axel stuck his hand in a bucket beside the bed and pulled out a damp washcloth.

"Ah!" Roxas flinched, jerking out of his unconsciousness when the cold came in contact with his skin. It had been the first time Roxas had moved in an hour. Granted, Axel was happy to see Roxas moving, but the movement just happened to be backing up away from him. He had backed himself against the wall, head turning away from Axel.

"Roxas," Axel rested his hand on Roxas's shoulder. The blond twitched and fidgeted, trying to push the hand off.

"Roxas… you're scared aren't you?" Roxas clenched his mouth closed, determined not to speak, "You have every right to be. I said I would protect you. You know I broke that promise… I'm sorry," Roxas's eyes cast down, lips still sealed together. Axel removed his hand, making no attempts to move closer. Settling on just talking for now, he smiled, "You don't know how difficult this has been for me do you?"

Roxas's body twitched, a sharp pain shooting through his wounded leg. Demyx managed to close up the slice a great deal, but that didn't stop the pain and a long fleshy scar from still remaining. Axel's eyes were drawn to Roxas's feeble hand grasping at his leg

"How did it happen?"

Roxas's eyes shifted a bit, just enough to see Axel out of the corner of his eye, "Fell."

"Into that hole?"

He shook his head, "Wocks fell."

"How'd you get so far away from the castle?" Axel kept on with his questioning. Even if what happened to Roxas was a horrible tragedy, it was the only thing Axel could get him to answer to.

"Chased."

"By what?"

Roxas twitched again, massaging his leg. Axel was itching to help in even the slightest way, but knew it was best to keep the wall between him and Roxas in tact until the time was right.

Roxas shrugged at the question.

"What did it look like?"

Roxas's eyes clamped shut, his teeth grinding in excruciating pain.

"White…. No eyes… Bendy…"

Roxas ran as fast as his chubby legs could carry him. He wanted desperately to run back to the castle, back to where he could hide, but he knew he would be caught if he even so much as looked behind him. Those things following him weren't heartless. They weren't good. They were pale and moved erratically. It was almost impossible to predict their next move. They didn't talk, their mouths were zippered shut, yet he could hear what they were saying inside his head.

'Master?'

Roxas covered his ears in a useless attempt to block the noise.

'You're not our master.'

Master. He didn't know what they wanted from him. Thunder boomed above him. Roxas pressed his hands harder against his ears. He was screaming, but with all the noise inside his head he couldn't even make out what was leaving his mouth.

"Axel!"

Roxas gripped hard at his leg, seeming as if he was trying to squeeze out the pain, "They talked, I heawd it in my head."

'Master.'

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Roxas yelled as one caught him by the arm. He shrugged away, running into the nearest alley for refuge. Dead end. He turned wildly on his heel to face the creatures. Roxas pushed his hand hard against his mouth, biting into his flesh to stop from screaming as the restrains on the dusk's lips unzipped themselves.

"Then thewe was lightnin'," His teeth roughly collided in a struggle to find the memory, "Don't 'membew."

"Hey, it's fine," Axel quickly reached out his hand to stroke Roxas's cheek. Perhaps a little too quickly. Roxas flinched back.

"They didn't want me. They wanted the biggew Woxas."

Axel pulled his hand back. It would be over soon. Roxas was gaining back memories. There was no point in lying to him anymore. Much slower this time Axel extended his hand, slow, almost delayed, movements. It was like he was trying to coax a stray cat into a tummy rub.

"What do you remember?"

Roxas flinched again as Axel's hand found a spot right behind his ears, lulling him into submission. At the question he wrinkled his nose. It wasn't a wrinkle of disgust, but more of amusement. A more comical, lighthearted expression began to grace Roxas's features.

Axel laughed at the reaction, "What? What do you remember?"

"I was still showt," Roxas's lips slowly curled into a tired smile, "You a' ways made fun of me fow it."

Still being extremely cautious of his movements, Axel slowly inched up onto the bed, his own grin spreading, "And?"

"I 'membew….those missions! I was good at those…" Roxas's eyes lit up as he began to remember more and more about his past, "Oh! We played lots of games and I a'ways kicked youw butt!"

Axel rolled his eyes and scooped Roxas up. For a moment Axel was worried Roxas would begin his struggle out of hatred, but he seemed limp for a while. After that moment passed of course Axel realized that it was only because Roxas was far too out of it to know what was going on. So the second Roxas realized whose arms he lay in he began to throw his body from side to side.

"Hey, hey! You might hate me but you can't argue with a cool bath can you?" Axel held tightly in hopes to stop Roxas from falling to the ground.

"Mmmm…" Roxas hummed, calming down just slightly. A bath did sound nice…

"You can hate me after a bath all you want, I promise. Let's at least call a temporary truce."

Axel carefully snuck Roxas across the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The whole time he was filling the bath he caught Roxas. The toddler snuck millisecond glances up at him, a mixture of confusion and pending forgiveness graced his features. Axel shook his head with a smile as he tested the waters. Roxas didn't want to hate him, especially now… Especially when he was beginning to remember everything they had gone through together. His younger mind was telling him to hate, but the maturity that was creeping in begged to forgive and forget…

The waters temperature was cool enough to lower Roxas's fever. Luckily he was able to lower the toddler into the water with no opposition.

"Not afraid of the drain anymore huh?"

Roxas looked up with a crooked, half sleep smile, "That's silly."

"Guess you're fine with taking a bath alone then?"

Number 13 gave Axel a strange look in return, "I've a'ways been fine with it."

So he really was changing. Gradually, but at the same time almost right before Axel's bewildered eyes. As a somebody, Axel was much too young to be a parent, but vaguely in the corner recesses of his mind he remembered many older adults mentioning how sad it was to watch a child grow up. Not that he gave into any of that parental bull crap., nor did he even want any kids what so ever, but he had to admit… this was depressing.

Against his will, Axel handed the washcloth over to Roxas, who took it happily and seemed quite content with washing himself. For safe measure Axel stayed by the tub incase Roxas slipped or dosed off. The whole time Roxas seemed to be able to recall memory after memory. Most of the details were blurry, and sometimes he would stop mid-sentence, forgetting the rest, but they were there… somewhere. It went on like that until the cool water combined with the fever made Roxas slip slowly into sleep.

Axel picked him up, dried him off, got him dressed and laid him down in bed. The second Roxas was all bundled between the blankets he gave a mighty kick, his body shaking in what looked like pain. He bolted upright to clutch his stomach in pain.

"Easy Roxas, are you alright?" Axel set his hand on Roxas's forehead to ease him back down to the pillow. His skin felt normal again. It was beginning to make the redhead wonder whether Roxas's illness was even the flu anymore or the side effects of Vexen's horrible antidote. He grabbed a glass of water by the bedside that hopefully would calm Roxas's stomach.

"But I 'membewed!"

"You remembered what?"

Roxas looked around as if he couldn't even remember how he got where he was. He let out a groan before flopping his head against the pillow, still clutching his stomach. Honestly Axel hated watching this, watching Roxas in such obvious pain. The poor kids head was probably pounding with how fast the memories were coming back to him. There was an awful lot he had to remember.

"Take it easy Roxas. This isn't going to be easy for you."

Roxas glanced over at Axel with a malicious glare, "I hate you, 'membew?" Axel nodded in understanding but was surprised when Roxas heavy look lifted, "But biggew Woxas doesn't… so I won't."

Axel blinked a few times before he could answer. Roxas still seemed reluctant to accept that he was supposed to like Axel.

"I promise I'll make it up to you Roxas, tomorrow. I'll help you remember more!"

Roxas grunted in response, pulling the blankets over himself before rolling over, "I'm goin' to sleep."

xXx

Roxas had been asleep for about two hours when Xigbar returned to tell Axel that the missions had been a success. Xigbar carried Roxas back to where he needed to be and relieved Zexion of his duty so the real Demyx could take over. Everything had gone off without a hitch. All Axel had to do was report to the Superior and go out for night patrol. Easily done.

Axel was relieved when Xemnas willingly believed the falsified mission report, but truth be told, Axel was just a top-notch bullshitter… And in his mind he saw Xemnas as a real class-A sucker… True fact or not, it didn't matter. Whatever worked best…

He gathered his flashlight and everything else he would need for the night before heading out to the city streets. More for delaying purposes, he took the long way through the hall of empty melodies, expecting everyone to have already headed off to bed. Much to his surprise sitting on the upper ledge of the large hall was Demyx, back turned to the door.

"Aren't you supposed to be watching Roxas?"

"What?" The blond turned around frantically, looking suspiciously nervous, as if he was doing something forbidden. Axel's eyebrow raised, wondering why Demyx turned like a teenaged son that was just caught reading porn in his bedroom. Well he was reading… just not porn. A collection of English literature? Since when did Demyx care about English literature?

"Zexion?"

The teens eyes grew wide as his façade was seen through, "O-oh, y-you're back. No one told me."

A sly smile grew wide across Axel's face, "Sure, no trouble with Xemnas I presume."

Zexion swallowed the lump in his throat, "N-no trouble."

Axel almost burst out laughing when Zexion's voice broken at the end of his sentence, but managed to keep his composure. He shook his head and walked past number six, "Good, but just so that there is no confusion Demyx is back, but if you'd rather stay inside of Demyx, be my guest. I won't tell anyone."

Axel knew his wording killed Zexion into dropping the illusion.

"Come on," With a hand, Axel called Zexion to follow him out onto night patrol, "Let's talk."

A/N – Oh God, imagine how terrifying a dusk must be to a toddler. Them and their zipper mouths. I'd be scared. Anyway, who else thinks Zexion's powers are like the ultimate for really odd self-rape? I mean he morphed into Sora… Why not Demyx? Come on, what would you do to yourself if you could morph into someone really hot like that? Seriously! Best. Power. Ever.

As to what Zexion was doing still in Demyx's body… I'll leave that to your imagination.

And Roxas is become more like himself. Which is grumpy... Roxas is grumpy :)

Oh happy day.

Oh, by the way. I got a fish.

From Wal-Mart.

I named him maruchan like the ramen noodle brand.

He's a Betta.