Well, it's official, I'm messed up.

I killed Roxas and Xion, hahahaha!

… Well, Square Enix did it first.

Disclaimers: Kingdom Hearts is not mine.

You know, the whole reason why I think I can write what Riku and Sora are going through is because I've gone through it myself. I've not had someone I love die (except for my grandpa; I love you, Abuelo) but I've been through that sort of depression. I know what it's like to be trapped in that dark place and I know what it's like to know no one's really there. It's just that the person I want to see isn't dead, but it might as well be like that. So, forgive the sob story on here; I only wanted to shed a little light on the subject and not have you guys think I'm a total psycho: I just know what it's like.

Takamura Household, Destiny Islands: Eleven PM

Staring at the open calculus textbook on his desk, Riku absentmindedly taps his mechanical pencil against its crisp white pages, frowning to himself. Although he was supposed to be doing his homework, his mind kept wandering to the unconscious teenager in a sleeping bag beside his bed, curled up into a blanket and his face buried in a large black lion toy that he'd had since he was a baby.

Sora had been sleeping there since about eight o clock that night, ever since he had broken down and sobbed into his best friend's arms, mourning the loss of his twin brother and baby sister. It had been hours until he had passed out from sheer exhaustion, and even in his sleep, Sora continued to cry. Riku watches his friend miserably, tears prickling in his own eyes at how helpless both of them seemed. Sora was too terrified and too heartbroken to stay on his own while his parents were gone, so Riku had taken him in for the night. Although Haru and Dante had both protested, there was no way in Hades that Riku would leave him there by himself.

Sora moans softly in his sleep, his cheeks wet with fresh tears, as he murmurs softly: "Roxas… Xion… don't… run away…" Riku trembles, knowing that he was unable to help his friend. Sora was spiraling into a deep, deep darkness that only he could save himself from, just like Riku had several years ago after the disappearance of one of their friends. Sora had to be strong, as cruel as that sounded, and he had to move on. Riku knew it would take some time for him to fully recover, if he ever did. For now though, Riku could only offer him a comfortable spot on his carpet and as much love and attention as a quasi-brother could give.

That was what Sora had done back then and that was all Riku could give now. Riku sighs, rubbing his tired eyes miserably, wiping the tears off of his cheeks roughly. He had work to do, after all. He eyes the complicated math problems irritably before sweeping the clutter of pages back into his black binder, resolving to do it early in the morning before Sora woke up. He didn't even really need to go to class; this was the second time he had gone through high school after all. It was only thanks to his mother that he even was in that school. He had technically graduated several years ago, with a doctorate in medical science and forensics from one of the top schools on Destiny Island.

And now it was time to put all that knowledge to work.

Riku starts up his computer, ignoring the random bits of information floating by on his encyclopedia-like screen-saver. Normally, he would take a moment or two to process the information, but was it really the time to focus on the mating habits of a Darkside Heartless? Riku quickly opens a new internet session and logs into his account on D-TV. Along with being a video sharing site, it was also a blog and a instant messenger among other things, which was what Riku normally used it for. He ignored the messages from his "followers", which were mostly girls at his school who barely knew him and went right to the blog/video-sharing portion of the site.

He scans the new information, skipping whatever group of bright blue letters that he deemed unimportant. Then he saw it.

Unlike most of the headlines, which were a soft ocean-blue, this one was black and only held a single phrase: "Black Box XIII". Bingo. Riku clicks the link and scans the comments on the single video that this person had put up.

He quickly notices the similar trend among them, most notably how bizarre they were:

'Anyone else think that this sh*t might be real?'

'Aw, man, that b8tch got f8ckin' fried, dude! Who the hell put this crap up on here? Where's *Hidden? Ain't he supposed to check this sh8t?'

'Oh my god… someone tell me this is a joke…'

'OMG, that's Roxas Arugami from Twilight High! What the heck is this?'

'Is this legit?'

Double bingo. He had found his link.

Riku plugs his headphones into the audio jack, turning up the volume as he click the video. He glances over at Sora, making sure that the kid was still asleep. Sora only mumbles softly about Roxas missing an algebra test and how Xion had to get up for her tap-dance recital. Riku frowns before steeling himself for whatever he might see; no matter what, it was up to Riku to give Sora and his siblings justice.

As the video played, the tiny square was dark, no images at all. Riku was about to refresh the page when a sudden image appeared on the screen. He jumped, staring in surprise. It was Ami, the site's "patron angel" and its most famous icon besides *Hidden himself. It was the very well drawn image of a small angel, a sweet little blond girl in a blue dress with her eyes closed, a tiny halo and a petite set of pure white wings on its back.

He had seen it a hundred times over but this time was different.

Within seconds, Ami began to shift and warp, opening her eyes and revealing a crimson pair of irises. Her sweet smile contorts into a devilish grin and gave her the appearance of being insane, her normal silence being broken by a high-pitched giggle that sent chills running up Riku's spine. The pure white wings turned jet-black and Ami laughed louder, making Riku shudder in fear; the sweet little girl's face became covered in black and red splotches, making him gag.

Blood. Someone had coated Ami in blood.

Ami vanished as the video continued, but the angel's sick laughter remained echoing in his head as the image cut to a large dusty room. He hisses; it was the store room of the Clock Tower, where Xion and Roxas had been murdered!

The door to the room (which was perfectly visible to the camera, as if it had been placed somewhere very high up) opens and two teenagers run in, laughing and joking with each other. The echo in the room made their laughter understandable, as the camera picked it up easily. It was Xion and Roxas. Riku's eyesight immediately becomes blurred as he watches some of the last images of these two left alive. Almost as if by habit, his hand reaches up and touches the image of Xion, making him choke from the tears. He coughs softly, forcing himself to keep watching. There was no point in letting his own grief stop him from easing Sora's.

He shakes his head, steeling himself to watch the rest. Riku pulls out a few sheets of computer paper and immediately started taking quick notes, noting what the victims (as he was now forcing himself to call them) were wearing: Twilight High's infamous green plaid uniform bottoms - Xion, skirt; Roxas, pants - with white button-down tops that were also part of the uniform and a long black cloak. The trademark symbol of Organization XIII, Twilight Town's most notorious street gang and the de facto rulers over several other towns, including the ghost town of Castle Oblivion.

In the video, a sound of deep ringing - like that of church bells - began to echo through the empty room as Xion and Roxas walked in. One… two… three… Three times. It would have to be about three PM, judging by the rich afternoon sunlight that streamed through the many windows of the room. Apparently, Xion and Roxas had been playing hooky.

Riku clenches his teeth as the video continued, both scribbling down the time of day and watching as Xion and Roxas walked across the room, no doubt heading towards the other door. It led to a hidden staircase, where they would then climb to go up to a ledge just beneath the face of the enormous clock of the tower to have ice cream or just goof around there and talk about their day. Riku himself had joined them on numerous occasions for some sea salt ice cream (their favorite flavor and one he had a particular fondness from a date with Xion) and some laughs. He had always warned them to be careful, saying that one day they were going to get themselves killed there. He had meant falling off though, not this.

Then he saw the camera move and someone began to laugh softly from beside it. The laughter made him tremble. There was something that was just wrong with it, as if it was a mechanical voice box laughing, the sort of laugh that you would hear in a haunted house. It didn't even seem human.

As time elapsed, the camera moved again slightly, as if someone was adjusting it. Then he saw it.

A third person landed on the ground, as if he or she had just fallen a long distance. In mid air, they had rolled to avoid being hurt and ended up right beside Roxas. Roxas jumped, staring at the unexpected arrival in surprise. Riku stares, too; the murderer had the camera on the rafters!

Roxas steps back a few paces, backing away from the kid but his gaze remained focused on him. Riku rapidly scribbles down the clothes the kid was wearing: a long black cloak which was identical to Roxas's and Xion's but with a white band of cloth wrapped around its shoulder, what looked like thigh-length black boots, black gloves. He quickly makes a rough sketch of the kid: he was about a few inches shorter than Roxas, only a bit taller than Xion, so he couldn't have been much older or much younger than they were. His face and hair were hidden from view as the person had their hood up. Roxas then scowls and asks: "Who the fuck are you?" in a very clear voice, as if he had been standing right beside Riku's chair. Riku freezes and shudders: the perp was wearing a microphone, letting him get near perfect audio. He was taping his victims' voices.

Roxas repeats his question, moving his hand to his book bag, as if reaching for some sort of weapon. The third figure raise a hand, pointing over to a cloth-covered table. The pair look over and smile, exchanging amused glances as they spot a plastic bag covered in condensed water droplets. Both they and Riku recognized the logo on its side: The Twilight Town Ice Cream Shoppe. It was sea salt ice cream, the town's favorite treat.

"Ah… did you want to have ice cream with us? Alright, who's under there? Are you IX? … You know, you don't have to go to this length just to play a joke on us! What's up with that mask anyway?" Xion asks curiously, laughing in amusement, smiling brightly at the kid. Riku blinks in surprise. A mask? … Oh no… this guy was being careful. So far, he had given absolutely no sign of his true identity; it was going to be tough finding him out, unless they found some prints and hair at the scene.

The kid shakes his head no to Xion's questions before taking a step to the table to get the plastic bag. Roxas shakes his head and gives him a friendly smile. "Here, lemme get that for you. After all, the more the merrier." He says cheerfully, walking over to the table to get their treats; it had seemed like Xion and Roxas hadn't brought their own. The figure chuckles softly as Roxas picks up the bag, his back turned on both Xion and him.

Riku inhales sharply, straightening up in his chair as the kid walks up behind Roxas, pausing when he was about six inches away from him. The cloaked figure pulls a length of what looked like a chain from his pocket and reached up. Xion screams and Roxas begins to turn around but the kid was too quick; within seconds, he wraps it around Roxas's throat and tugs both free ends of the chain downward. Roxas lets out a strangled scream as he crumples to his knees, furiously scratching at the metal at his throat, trying to get free from it.

Xion lunges for the kid but the kid yanks down much harder on the chain, making Roxas choke. She stops, obviously getting the message that if she came any closer, the kid would strangle Roxas right in front of her. She trembles as she scrambles for the black book bag on her hip, her hand searching for the small can of pepper spray that Riku knew was there: he had given it to her himself. However, it seemed like the figure had prepared for this too; the kid took several steps backward, dragging the suffocating Roxas with him, tightening his grip on the chain until Roxas was gasping helplessly for breath, beginning to turn blue, his frantic clawing at the chain beginning to cease.

The kid laughs softly and throws Xion's older brother at her, sending the siblings sprawling to the floor in a heap with Roxas barely conscious on top of Xion. As they struggle to stand, the kid pulls out another length of chain, wraps it around Xion's throat and around his left hand and wraps Roxas's chain around his right. He tugs on them, tightening it around each of their necks, pulling the siblings almost off of the ground as he strangled them.

Riku watches as the kid continues to strangle them for several more minutes. His entire body was trembling, he knew for a fact that the kids wouldn't be able to last very long. The human brain could only survive for a few minutes without oxygen; within about three minutes, their brain cells would begin to die, causing irreparable brain damage. Fortunately, the kid seemed to know that. The moment that Roxas slumps over, unconscious, he drops his chain, letting the teenager drop to the floor. Xion chokes for several more seconds before she falls limp and the kid dropped her as well. He quickly walks away from the siblings, dusting his hands off as if they were covered in filth and disappears from view.

Riku seethes, seeing red. How dare he do that to Xion and Roxas! That rotten son of a bitch! He had barely been able to control himself as he watched this, tears springing to his eyes. That was his damn girl right there!

The camera then shifted slightly before it began to show images of the dirt-covered floor of the store room, a large wooden beam and of a pair of black metal-toed boots; the kid was moving the camera. Riku realizes that the figure must have placed the camera on one of the rafters and that he had been waiting for the siblings before they arrived. He somehow known that they would be coming soon and had set up a trap for them, taking full advantage of how they wouldn't suspect one of their gang-mates of trickery, despite the notorious reputation they had for backstabbing whoever they worked with, including their fellow Organization XIII members. That was how he suddenly appeared on the video: he dropped down from the rafters, dressed in one of their own Organization cloaks and hidden his identity so no one - not even Roxas and Xion - could tell if he was a real member or not.

The kid ambles across the room calmly, apparently swinging the camera slightly as he carried it, as the shot kept moving erratically up and down, showing brief shots of the kid's baggy black jeans, his boots, and of the dirt floor. There is a sudden and soft thunk as the figure puts down the camera, adjusting it slightly. He focuses the shot to the large, blank stretch of gray wall in the foreground and began to hum softly. The song was eerily familiar to Riku, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

Any thought of what the strange lullaby-like song might have been immediately exited his mind at seeing just what the kid was doing. The figure bends down quickly and scoops something up in his arms and began to drag it forward. Xion's head lolled loosely on her neck as the person pulls her in full view of the camera, wearing a strange band of what looked like gray plastic on his right wrist. He very gently pulls her to her feet and began pulling duct-tape from the roll on his arm, using it to very tightly bind the unconscious girl's wrists and ankles to the wall. As soon as he had finished, he turns to Roxas and begins the process again, slowly and sweetly humming the soft tune all the while.

Riku's skin began to crawl when Roxas had been propped up and his right wrist tapped against Xion's. The kid very gently caressed his cheek and then patted Xion's hair gently in an almost loving gesture. Although Roxas was completely unconscious, the figure leaned upward and brought his face close to Roxas's. An instant later, the screen turns black.

Riku blinks in surprise as the video flashes bright white for a moment before reverting back to its former inky darkness. The image of the now-demonic looking Ami Angel reappears and the girl smiles wickedly, throwing her head back and flipping her blood-soaked hair back in a silent howl of laughter. The words "Black Box XIII" in crimson font appear under her as she laughs inaudibly. She spreads her arms out wide, as if about to take off in flight, and a new set of golden letters materialize in her arms: "DO YOU"

Riku quickly scribbles the words down as the image shifts back to the storeroom. Roxas and Xion were now awake and Roxas was speaking.

"I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, kid, or who put you up to it, but you better let us go now, if you know what's good for you!" Roxas snarls furiously as he struggled violently against the thick bands of tape wrapped around his wrist and the ones that attached him to the wall. He spits at the kid's feet angrily even as Xion gave him an irritated look. Riku knew it was because they had constant arguments about Roxas's temper, which had gotten every single one of their friends into trouble, and she probably felt like it wasn't a good idea to piss off the guy who had knocked them unconscious and was now holding them prisoner.

Either way, Roxas continued to glare defiantly at the figure, scowling violently as if he was about to rip his way through the tape and attack him for what he had done to his sister. That was Roxas to a T: stubborn and defiant as hell, refusing to take shit from anyone, despite the danger he was in.

The figure only chuckled softly and shook his head wordlessly. He lifts his hand and points ominously over to the window. Roxas and Xion glance at where his finger was pointing instinctively and each one turns pale as they spot the huge sheet of glass wheeled near the window. Set in a large wooden frame, the "magnifying glass" was about several feet across in length and came up to about the figure's shoulder. Riku was shocked on how big the thing was: how in the hell did the guy manage to get it up the stairs? It looked like it was made of two sheets of glass and almost looked… curved in a way, like the edge of a sickle blade or some other sharp knife. It made Riku shiver and even the siblings were frightened by it, judging by the silence.

The figure fingers the black tarp that covered the glass before yanking it off, stepping back a bit as if to admire how it looked. He pats the wooden frame before turning to the siblings and holding his arm up like he was presenting it to them.

It was Xion who broke the silence first. "What… what the heck is that thing?" She demands in a soft voice, staring at the monstrosity of a mirror, her breath becoming labored from fear. She barely disguises her fear, openly wearing it on her expression along with a look of disgust. Xion began to tremble violently, but almost imperceptibly. But Riku noticed it, just as he had noticed her fear. She was so very scared and he could do nothing except watch what had happened so many hours ago. He grits his teeth in anger, tears welling in his now dark eyes.

What he would have given to spare her this.

The figure cocks his head to the side and chuckles quietly, placing his gloved hand on the middle of the mirror fondly. His low mechanical laughter grows louder, filling the empty storeroom with it as he stared at Xion. His body trembled slightly as he puts the tarp over it again and he wheels it backwards to place it directly in the sunlight.

It was at this point that Roxas snapped.

"What the hell's going on! Who are you! Who the hell put you up to this, you sick motherfuckin' freak!" He explodes as he angrily starts struggling even harder against the tape, furiously trying to get free. The figure's shoulders droop, as if he had been mortally offended by what Roxas had called him. He begins to tremble even harder, barely even able to stand up straight from how badly he was shaking and his hands shoot up to clutch at his temples. A low sound of pain emerges from underneath the teenager's hood and Riku stares at the screen in surprise as he hears a single choked noise.

The figure was crying.

The moment passes quickly though and the figure's maniac laughter soon overcomes his sobs, his trembling ceasing. He fingers the covered glass with a loving caress before pushing it several inches forward, putting it directly in the sun, blocking most of the sunlight from reaching the room. He rips off the tarp again and aims the device directly at Xion's right tennis shoe.

Almost immediately, the black canvas shoe ignites, prompting the girl to start screaming as her flesh began to burn. The figure laughs as Roxas yelps and tries to rip himself free so he could help his sister. The tape lets out a loud tearing noise but remained firm even as Roxas began to sob. He stares at his sister helplessly, unable to move, as she continued to scream in agony, as the fire began to very literally melt the plastic and cloth of her shoe into her skin. Within moments, her screams stop, replaced by severe shaking. Her eyes flutter rapidly, as if she was having a seizure, her mind and body going haywire from the pain as she continued to burn. Smoke trickles up from her sneaker and Roxas began to gag at the stench of searing flesh.

The figure laughs again, sounding very amused, and he walks over carrying something in one hand. Riku watches silently as the kid walks over with what looked like a janitor's mop bucket and he douses the flames with its filthy contents, pouring the water over Xion's leg. Xion's quivers began to ease up as the water faintly cools her skin, but her face remained pale, covered in sweat and she looked like she was barely managing to keep conscious. Her breath was coming in shallowly even as she bows her head to avoid looking at the figure that had lit her on fire.

"Oh shit… Oh shit…" Roxas whispers hoarsely as he stares as his trembling sister, tears cascading down his cheeks. From the horrified expression on his face, it had finally dawned on him that this was no joke, that none of his friends were hiding under that mask and hood, that they weren't going to jump out and say "Gotcha!", that this was real. It was all real and that his life and Xion's were now in the hands of a psychopath in a black jacket. It was no game.

The figure laughs softly before he walks towards the now covered glass, patting its wooden frame as if congratulating it on a job well done. He turns back to the siblings, chuckling quietly to himself. He bows his head to Xion, who had turned a sickly bluish-white color. Riku knew that she was going into shock from the pain, as her shoe was still glued to her flesh, keeping the flames going, trapping the heat beside her skin. It had to be at least a second degree burn, possibly even a third. Xion should have been unconscious long ago but instead she simply opens her closed eyes and looks up at the figure, lifting her head weakly. Riku chokes when he sees that single tear cascading down her clammy cheek, even as she spits defiantly at the figure.

She was crying. Xion never cried.

"You won't get away with this. You'll get yours. If not from us, from our friends. They'll kick your ass." Xion whispers hoarsely, coughing violently from the smoke. The mere effort of speaking made her begin to shake again.

"Let her go. Let Xion go! For the love of God, let my little sister go! Please!" Roxas suddenly shouts, staring at her in fear for a moment before his dark eyes flicker back to the figure. They were full of hatred and fear, but Roxas continues to defiantly hold his gaze even as Xion starts struggling to breathe, her trembling becoming worse. The cloaked figure only laughs at Roxas's begging. "Please... she needs to get to a doctor. She's hurt, please for the love of everything that's good and holy, let Xion go." Roxas says again, begging in a soft yet icily calm voice. His tone was one that someone might use on a very young child or on a panicked animal, urgent and insistent but firm.

The figure chuckles when Roxas then begins to choke on a wisp of charcoal smoke that had trickled up from Xion's charred foot. The girl's tears trickle down her pale cheeks as she mouths something to herself. A prayer, a lie, anything to keep her from screaming maybe. As he watched this, Riku wanted to snap one of one of the dark figure's bones for each tear he saw fall down Xion's cheek. He felt protective and hateful for no reason, as this had all happened a few hours ago. There was no point in him wanting to protect Xion; she was already gone. But he could catch her murderer. And he would do that.

Despite how badly she was burned in those few minutes that her foot had been aflame, Xion was still managing to keep herself conscious out of sheer will power. Struggling against her taped limbs, she asks softly: "Let my brother go. Let Roxas go. Please." At this point, she began to cough violently, her body trembling sporadically from the pain.

"Hell no! You let Xion go right now! You can do whatever the hell you like to me but let her go!" Roxas repeats angrily, shooting his sister a nasty glare. That was the Minami/Arugami family in a nutshell; it was almost a family law to protect the ones most precious to them above all else. Even if it meant dying for them.

The figure chuckles softly, shaking his head slowly. He then raises one hand, pointing his index finger almost accusingly at Xion and then at Roxas. He jabs his thumb towards the open tower door and shrugs at them. The siblings glance at each other, immediately understanding the gestures. It seemed that he was asking for them to choose which one of them got to leave. And which one of them had to die.

Within a few seconds, Roxas shouts his answer, even as Xion was beginning to form her brother's name on her lips. "Xion! You let Xion go!" He snarls angrily, jabbing his head at his younger sister. He began to tremble and Riku knew instantly why. There was no doubt in Roxas's mind that he wanted Xion to go, but he also didn't want to die. He was afraid.

Riku growls softly in the silence of his room as the figure on the video cocks his head again, staring directly at Xion. The figure points to her even as Xion begins to stumble over Roxas's name, her tongue clumsily mutilating her brother's name. Roxas nods in confirmation at the figure and the kid takes a quiet step forward towards her, his hand outstretched.

And he began to scream.

Riku, Xion and Roxas all jump at the same time, each one staring at the figure's shape as his wordless animalistic howl echoes and bounces off of the tower walls, making it seem like there was a battalion of kids screaming at the same time instead of only one. He clutches at his head in pain, continuing to shriek, his screams slowly becoming louder and higher-pitched. He runs over to the glass and rips its tarp off, focusing the glass directly at the siblings.

Within seconds, Xion's clothing are set ablaze and her screams begin anew with a renewed vigor as her entire body begins to burn. Roxas yells, tears appearing in his eyes as his little sister's skin cracks and blisters, splitting and coating her with a deep crimson hue. A moment before Xion's skin starts to peel away, it was Roxas's turn. His clothes are quickly in flames and his wordless screams for mercy are intertwined with his sister's. The video then turns gray as the smoke from each of the siblings fill the room, making it difficult to see anything that was going on except for random and sporadic details. Riku could briefly make out how the screaming siblings clasp the other's hand tightly, attempting to give each other one last comfort as they died. He could see the tortured faces of his friends as they burned alive and he could hear the laughter from the person who set them ablaze.

Xion's garbled final words are incomprehensible but Riku suddenly hears her voice cut off and sees her body suddenly fall over limp. He knows immediately that she was dead. Roxas's screams, calling out his sister's name, continued only for a few seconds longer and the smoke suddenly clears. The two still bodies were now doused, the last of the flames smothered when the figure cuts them down and throws a tarp on Roxas's corpse. Riku hears the kid's laughter suddenly stop and a low gasping sound begin in its place.

The figure walks to the camera and begins to hum a strange lullaby-like song again. The video goes dark as the kid turns the camera off. The image of the demonic angel appears again but with one subtle difference. Beneath her sandaled feet were the words: "Two down, sixteen to go."

Riku feels a hand clamp down on his own mouth and he's suddenly aware that he had been screaming soundlessly along with Xion and Roxas. Dante softly murmurs to him: "You're going to wake up Sora, you dumb shit."

Riku immediately clings to his older brother, sobbing soundlessly into him. What little he had restraining his emotions immediately shatters, turning him briefly back into a scared little boy afraid of the monsters, he remembered that there were monsters in the world, and that he had just seen one of them killing his friend. Dante softens as he notices what his brother was watching and wraps his arms around Riku, pulling his little brother into him. He quietly shuts the laptop off and starts humming softly to his brother. Despite Riku being nearly the same size as he was, he easily lifts him off of the desk chair and places him on the bed.

The two brothers spend several minutes there before Riku makes a strange choking noise and runs to the bathroom. He barely managed to make it before his dinner decided to reappear on him, hot bile spewing from his stomach and mouth as he continued to sob. When he was finished, Dante picked him back up again and tucked him into his bed, allowing his seventeen year old brother to cling to him as if he was five years old again.

He could still see them, pleading for help, help that would never come. Riku whimpers their names softly and Dante gently strokes his head, humming his little brother to sleep. Riku falls asleep in the meager sanctuary of his brother's arms as the screams of the innocent echo in his mind and find their way into his troubled dreams.

You know, I read this over and I can't believe I wrote this.

Poor Riku... and poor Xion and Roxas!

Well, you know the drill people, read and review.

-Forbidden