A/N: So, I'm not too sure about this chapter. But I'm going to post it anyway just to be able to start with a new one. Start fresh or whatever x) NOW: Breakfast 8)
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"See you tomorrow!" he smiled, waved goodbye and shut the door. Another Friday night was over and he watched his two friends walk away. Hayner had gone home an hour earlier than the others to write an essay that was due last week, but most of the time, the afternoon had been filled with nonsense movies and planning the rest of the weekend together with Pence and Olette. Roxas could see the white flickering from a TV-screen longer down the hallway and closed the bathroom door carefully, not wanting to disturb whoever it was. He was living in what seemed to be a foster-home for teenagers who didn't have their parents left or just simply didn't know where they were.

He was grateful for the shelter and he loved the two who worked there very much but he was still thinking about getting his own place as soon as possible. Aerith and Leon were two completely different individuals but they made a good team when it came to taking care of lost teenagers. Roxas was the only one who had lived in that place for as long as he could remember and he had seen people waltz in and out of there ever so often. The gang found it perfect that the home was located so close to the usual spot, and there had never really been an issue for any of them that Roxas was a bit different.

After washing up in the bathroom and changing into his blue pajama-pants with golden crowns on them he went in to his room. It was late now, the dark sky acting as a sea for the clouds to drift on and the stars twinkling like lighthouses. Twilight Town had sunken in to a deep, blue coma and he felt ready to join in soon enough. He tugged the collar of his too big, white shirt and shut his eyes. It sure was hot inside. He stepped on his bed and opened the window heading towards the little roof over the usual spot. He used to sit there and watch the surroundings on the nights sleep wouldn't reach him.

"There won't be a bell to save you this time… Roxas"

The blond freezed right in his movements and if you looked closely you could practically see all the thoughts in his head slip away from him out in the air, disappearing. That voice sounded just like…

"Axel! The name's Axel. Got it memorized?" The redheaded man sat leaned against the wall beside Roxas' window, resting an arm on his left knee and stretching the other leg over the roof as far as it could reach. He rubbed his templates and sighed heavy as he looked towards the blond head that finally had poked its way through to get a better look. "Gosh, didn't count on not being remembered… how disappointing", he said with a frown.

"No, I remember you", Roxas finally answered. "Just didn't expect anyone to be out here."

"Well, sure wasn't easy", Axel said mostly to himself as he thought about the trouble he had gone through to actually find where his target lived. He had walked away from Hayner without listening to the insults he had stashed away for him and started to look around town. It took him way longer than he'd like to admit to remember to check the yellow pages. "So… Care to join me out here?"

"Just… wait a sec'"

The redhead nodded swiftly and turned his gaze towards the view as Roxas started digging in his closet. When he had found what he was looking for, he held it with a tight grip, took a deep breath to keep his mind focused on breathing and climbed out the window.

"Here," he said and threw a fluffy white scarf at him. "You looked cold," he added when he saw Axel make a face.

"Never been much of an autumn-winter guy I guess. Thank you", Axel laughed and fingered on the soft material in his hands. "So, tell me about yourself."

"You're the one stalking me and I'm the one who's going to tell stuff about themselves? Hm, let's see… what do we call that? C-"

"Don't say creepy, I swear to god I'll twitch in fear every time I hear that word from now on," Axel interrupted him and after wrapping the scarf around his neck he looked Roxas straight in the eyes with a little smile on his lips.

"…Coincidental? No sorry that didn't make sense. You make me… Well.. A bit… Nervous", his voice was almost breathless as Axel had come closer for every word he'd spoken, now only inches away forcing their breaths to mingle and the air around them to tremble.

"Don't worry Roxie, I won't try anything." His smile got wider and he laughed a bit as he considering at least pecking, tasting the blonds cheek but resisted the urged and slowly backed away.

Roxas didn't know what to do with himself. This flaming boy made his senses go crazy and his normally so numbing head empty. It was just like that one time when he had been close to a girl named Naminé in third grade, only much more intense. More grown up. More of a real feeling.

"Anyways, I should get going. I just wanted see if I could make your heart race. And it looks like I could." He started to take off the scarf but Roxas insisted on him keeping it and he jumped down the roof and started walking but overheard the blond speak into the open, not aware he still had an audience.

"I wish I could make your heart race…"

Axel buried his nose in the soft material and drew in the sweet scent for the first time. 'You already do… every time I lay my eyes on you.' But he didn't tell him and didn't plan to either as he kept walking home.

During this little display a meeting was held over at Castle Oblivion. Eleven hooded figures stood in a bright white hall having a quiet but at the same time intense discussion. The voices were mere whispers compared to the sounds outside but after getting used to the stillness it became easier to snap up whole words bouncing between the walls without context.

A twelfth person stepped in through the great valve but this man stood out from the others with the velvet bandages wrapped around his head.

"Diz, we need Axel to come back!" a young man's voice broke through the calm barrier. "We need him to complete this!"

"There is more than Axel we need to complete what we started, child." Diz's voice was indicating of age and maturity, a voice that made the people around him understand his authority. His amber-eye watched thoroughly every little movement made in the room and he made a sigh making those who heard it feel like they should be grateful for this man taking his time, being bothered with talking to them.

"What do you mean?"

"Number XIII is still missing" a third voice added.

"Very well, Marluxia. Maybe you should pick up a thing or two from him, Demyx?"

"Why isn't Axel here yet? It's been over a year… I don't understand", he sounded defeated and pulled off his hood to reveal his mohawk-inspired hair and troubled face. Ever since he could remember, he had been a part of the Organization and together with Axel his life had been a little bit brighter than it had the past year. Maybe it was because he was a creature of habit and he liked to have the same people around him, making him feel like home. "Axel is-"

"Enough with this nonsense! Give him another month and if he's not ready by then we'll make him ready -"

"Are we going to kill him?!" a familiar female voice was heard and when Larxene showed her slick, bleached hair her eyes was furious. "I mean, sure the guys a fucker with some bad temper at times, but kill him? He's better than Demyx atleast! Kill HIM…"

"HEY, I'm on your side, don't be such a bully!"

"I don't have time for this, I gotta get home to Naminé…" Larxene flipped them off and started walking towards the great valve that Diz had come through.

"We are not going to kill Axel if we can avoid it," Diz finally announced and with a ringing snort, she closed the doors and headed towards the dark portal she had set up beforehand to save some time.

The meeting continued without her but leaving she had left an unsettling mood around the room.

"We must find XIII, and we must bring back VIII…" Diz's hand was rubbing his chin in an old man-manor.

"I don't like it that you don't call us by name…" Demyx was the only one in the room who resisted to Diz and he never understood why. Axel had always told him that it was because of his kind but not so sharp brain and maybe he was right.

"You are numbers, why shouldn't I treat you that way? Enough of this. As said, we'll give Axel another month to process and then we take action!" He waited for someone to have something to ad but when his words was gone to make room for the silence, he simply started walking to the door leading longer in to the castle.