A/N: I'm back and with another chapter. I'm pretty proud of myself for cranking this baby out. I thought it would be longer. I'm trying so hard to make them longer! Just for you guys. Concentration is escaping me though. I can only write at night. Is that weird? I don't know, and maybe you don't, but who cares! :D Bon appetit!

P.S. "I Know You Know" by Empires, really helped me get through the second half of this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of its characters, but I feel like if me and Tetsuya Nomura were best buddies I wouldn't have to do a disclaimer.

"Xigbar, will you please stop messing with guns and come help me set the table?" Ophelia Ramone said while stirring a pot of gravy. Xigbar ignored her, and continued fiddling with a gun that laid out before him. He designed it himself, and it was like his baby. Like a new teenage lover, he could never take his eyes of it.

"Xigbar! Come help your mother now!" Xigbar's father yelled from the worn down recliner in the living room. Xigbar was also in the living, sitting in front of the work table his father set up especially for him. Hearing no sounds of motion, his father glared from over his paper at the young child. Xigbar immediately got up and rushed to the kitchen. He laid out the plates on one arms and placed four glasses in between his fingers.

"Honey love, your father's brother and his family and your grandmother is coming out tonight, grab the table extension from the closet and there should be eight seats." His mother smiled warmly as she pulled back her jet black hair into a long ponytail. Xigbar used a smile as a reply and rushed through his work. He loved his mother and father. He loved the warm atmosphere of Thanksgiving and the aromas of food, but he loved his guns. He loved his guns with an unhealthy passion.

Finishing all the chores that his mother laid out for him, his cousins arrived. They rushed over to his work table while he was filling the cups with ice and asking everybody what they wanted to drink and started poking at his newly designed gun. It seemed more like a rifle, coated in silver with diamond shapes forming the handle. One of the small children dropped it and then hastily put it back on the table hoping no one saw this accident. They both ran off and hugged their uncle, trying to cover up the act with innocence.

After dinner, Xigbar rushed over to his new project, hoping to finish it up to show his uncle, who used to be in the army and also had a huge fascination with guns. Xigbar only had one glitch to fix, and that would only take ten minutes, tops. He was so excited his hands were shaking and the creases were glistening with anticipation. He shut one eye so he would be able to focus. Ten minutes later, he felt he fixed his error. He placed his custom made diamond bullets in and just when he was about to call his uncle over, he noticed something. It seemed like a small twig. Wondering how it got there, Xigbar peered into the barrel with a pair of tweezers hovering above. With deadly precision he grabbed the twig and pulled it off. It must of triggered something though, next thing you know he was doubled over in pain screaming on the floor. His right eye was bleeding profusely as a purple diamond found sanctuary there. The bullets were made of a mixture of gases that when shot, forced through their casing and made the person pass out. The tiny twig must have punctured a hole, and when pulled out opened it, leaving the bullet with all this pressure and nowhere to go but out.

Thankfully, Xigbar remembered the doctor telling him, his bullets had an error. They were too light to go fast enough to bore through his head or even be shot over the range of a foot. They caused Xigbar to lose his right eye, leaving him to cover in with an eye patch. He would have never made that mistake. He would have never let a piece of twig get into his gun, ever. Now, his parents wouldn't allow him around guns. They tore down his work table and threw it in the dumpster outside their apartments. Xigbar tried to get jobs, but due to his intimidating appearance, nobody was willing to hire him, except the town dump. When he was twenty-two, he met Axel.

"Man, you look miserable every time I come here. You seem so reliable and tough." Axel said as he pulled up in a blue pick-up truck with garbage weighing down the frame.

"No one else will hire me." Xigbar simply stated while emptying out his truck.

"I think I might know someone. Now tell me, are you okay with breaking the law for the sake of the good?"

"Ehh... that doesn't sound very rewarding."

"Did I mention there are guns?" The red head smirked. After a month, Xigbar left home and joined the Organization.

In the present, he set down a phone and stared at the object with disbelief. His jaw was at a slack. This had never happened before. No one has ever refused to pay ransom.

"Xigbar, what's wrong...?" Demyx leaned over the table. They were all at the kitchen table with the phone in the middle. The kitchen was unusually bright, with clean counters and clean floors. Marluxia's girlfriend, Namine, did all the cleaning. Luis was sitting in the middle on the left side of the table. Across him was Xemnas, and next to Xemnas was Xigbar, who wished dearly that Axel wouldn't have put this task on his shoulders.

"She said no..." Xigbar spoke to the table. They were a gang of criminals, but they weren't all heartless. Axel's faced twisted in anger and sadness.

"What do you mean she said no?" Axel got up so fast it slung his chair backward. "What kind of heartless bitch doesn't want her kids!" He slammed his hands on the table, causing it to shake.

"Axel, calm down. You never act this way." Zexion stated from behind his book.

"Luis," Xemnas turned a man whose face paled, "how will you pay for this?"

"You expect me to pay for it? You didn't get the job done!" Luis spat fixing his collar on his suit. He was in such a rush; he didn't change out of his work clothes.

"If you read the fine print," Demyx got up and walked over towards Luis with a piece of paper, "you would see that the contract states that the Organization would kidnap the person/persons and hold them for ransom."

"See! You did that but I didn't get my ransom, now did I?" Luis tried to save himself. Everyone could see the beads of sweat sliding down his temples.

"Let me finish, Mr. Torres." Demyx pointed to a section of text on the paper, "If the party doesn't pay ransom, it's up to client to find another way to pay the Organization." Demyx was good at what he did. Luis' jaw dropped. "And currently you owe us..." The blonde took a look at the sheet, "one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Hiring help is expensive, Mr. Torres, you shouldn't have asked for so much money from your ex-wife. If you asked for, say three hundred thousand, you'd only be paying twenty thousand. Maybe" Luis stared in this belief. Everyone around him looked stern.

"This isn't fair..." he mumbled, eyes wide.

"Oh but it is." Demyx smiled, "now, how will you be paying us? We'll give you a week, but if the money isn't here by then, we'll kill you and sell all your stuff." Luis was amazed about how fast Demyx emotions changed. He was serious a few seconds ago, but now he was back to being bubbly.

"That's not enough time!" Luis was getting aggravated.

"Make it enough. Lexaeus," Xemnas directed towards a big, burly man with a stone face, "Please show Mr. Torres off the premises."

"I can do it myself!" Luis jerked his arm away from Lexaeus' grip. "I'll have your money." He spat as he walked out of the door way. The Organization sat in silence.

"What are we going to do with the child?" Vexen said, being the first to speak up.

"We kill him. Bastard needs to die anyway. He kicked me in my lovely face." Xigbar was twirling a plastic fork around his finger on the table.

"He didn't do anything wrong." Axel spoke up.

"He kicked me in my face!" Xigbar glared at Axel.

"I'll kick you in your fucking face. Does this mean you'll kill me?" The red head was spitting venom.

"I'm thinking about just killing you now!" They two members were face to face and furious.

"Kiddies calm down!" A bearded man named Luxord stood up, "Now, if we bicker we won't get anywhere." He said with a British accent. "We need to ask-"

"Let's just keep him for a while and see how it goes." Xemnas interrupted Luxord. "Axel, go keep Roxas company and break the news to him." Xemnas got up and walked out of the room.

oOoOo

Roxas looked up when he heard the door open. He automatically knew it was the redhead to keep him company and tell him what was going to happen. Roxas was excited that he had company. He wanted to go home. His mom would pay the ransom. She loved him! Being in a dirty room all by himself was absolutely torturous and made him realized how much he cared about the people in his life. Nights made it the worst. Since Roxas was handcuffed, he wasn't able to lie down properly, so he tried to fall asleep propped up against the radiator. It was very uncomfortable and last time it left him with a lot of time to think. He thought about Hayner and his mother. Those were really all the people who have been there for him in the last couple years.

"Hey there Roxas" Axel walked in scratching the back of his own head and holding a plate of food. He grabbed the desk chair and wheeled it over to Roxas. At first it wouldn't budge, but it soon gave way and slid in front of the radiator.

"What did my mother say?" Roxas looked up with hopeful eyes. He still hated this man, but Axel was the one that has been keeping him company for the last twenty-four hours. Axel even came in to check on Roxas when he slept. Roxas knew this because he would hear the door open at night time and pretend to sleep. Axel came over and wrapped a blanket around him. That blanket was currently keeping Roxas' legs warm.

"Why don't you eat your food first...?" Axel pushed the plate towards the blonde. The blonde pushed it back."

"Why don't you tell me what my mother said?" Roxas repeated in an aggravated tone. He didn't want to play games. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to fall asleep in his own bed. He just wanted it to be normal again.

Axel exhaled and rubbed his temples. Was he prepping himself for something? "Okay," he started, "We called your mother and told her we had you and that she would get you back for the ransom."

"I'm going home!" Roxas laughed. Axel's face tangled itself into a heap of emotions.

"No... You're not..." he whispered. He couldn't believe he had to do this. This was so hard.

"What'd you say?" The blonde boy beamed towards him.

"No," Axel repeated a little louder, "you're not..."

"Wh-What do you mean..?" Roxas' face fell, "she's giving you the money, just take me home! It's not that hard." Roxas was very confused. Were they going back on what they said?

"She's not giving us the money Roxas. She told us she didn't want you." Axel had to force every word out, and when they were in the air, they came back to him like knives.

"She's not...?" Roxas' eyes watered. His world was collapsing right in front of him. "Why not!" He yelled. Axel looked at the ground. He couldn't bear to watch.

"I don't know Roxas..." Axel mumbled to the ground.

"Speak up!" Roxas yelled at him, making Axel's eyes meet a pair full of anger and sadness.

"I said, I don't know!" Axel shouted back at him. "Look, it's not my fault, okay? I just got assigned the job. Blame this on your fucking father."

"He's not my father!" Roxas was enraged, "HE'S NOT MY FUCKING FATHER!" The blonde broke down. Angry sobs came heaving out of him. Roxas was tired of containing everything. "I HATE YOU, WHY'D YOU DO THIS TO ME! YOU COULD HAVE SAID NO!" One minute the red head was sitting before him, the next he was unlocking his handcuffs, and after that Roxas found himself wrapped in his arms. "GET OFF ME!" Roxas roared with surprised. He started punching Axel's chest, but the red head didn't move. He just stayed there, holding Roxas. "Please..." Roxas sputtered.

"No Roxas, I'm not going to let you go until you calm down." Axel pulled Roxas closer. Roxas wrapped his arms around Axel's neck and sobbed into Axel's jacket.

"W-W-Why didn't she want m-m-m-me?" he cried into Axel's neck. The red head could feel Roxas' tears slowly leaving a trail of coldness down his neck. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it over Roxas' back. There was no heating in this room. "W-W-What am I s-s-supposed to do now?"

"I don't know Roxas', I don't know..." Axel relaxed his head on Roxas' shoulder. He wasn't going to leave Roxas' by himself, at least not for tonight.

A/N: Even though it's a sad scene, I have a warm fluffy feeling in me. When Axel hugs Roxas it makes both of us happy. 3