Over the next couple of days I showed Roxas around town. Twilight Town wasn't that big, so there wasn't a whole lot to show him. I helped him get situated at school, telling him everything he needed to know. Maybe I wasn't the best tour guide, but Roxas never left me, even though it was clear that I wasn't the most popular guy there.

Roxas had started quite a fuss around town. Never before had anyone just appeared out of thin air. At least not in Twilight Town. People crowded around him, wanting to know where he came from. Of course, he didn't have any answers and that just made his mystery, and is fame, grow. It didn't take long for him to make his own friends, namely Hayner and his group. I was a little jealous, but I didn't mind. There was no reason for us both to be outcasts.

He did stay with me though. I never offered and he never asked. It was an unspoken invitation. And he knew he was welcome. So as the weeks went by and Roxas started to get his own life, we didn't hang around each other that much. He tried to get me to come along with his friends, but I didn't want to. And Hayner didn't exactly make me feel welcome. But I still didn't mind because every night when I got out of the accessory shop, Roxas would be there waiting for me.

We talked a lot at night, about a lot of different things. It was amazing how two people who had very little memories could find so much to talk about. Sometimes it was just stupid mundane things that we learned at school and then there were other, deeper conversations.

"That day I came running into the Tram Common…I never told you what I was running from."

"You don't have to tell, Roxas."

It was clear that he was uncomfortable. He was trembling under the blanket. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.

"It's okay. I want to." He pushed himself even closer to me. "When I woke up in front of that mansion, I didn't know where I was or even who I was. Then, these two guys came out of this big black hole. The first guy had these really creepy eyes. He scared me. He's the one who told me that my name was Roxas. And that's it. He just left. The other guy brought me to the clock tower and gave me some ice cream. We didn't talk very much. He just told me that he was with a group of people and they wanted me to join them on their great mission. Something about being whole. I didn't understand anything. We went back to the mansion and he opened one of the black holes just by touching the air. He told me Xemnas was waiting. I got scared and ran away. That's when you found me." He squeezed me tight and buried his face in my neck. "I was too scared to go with him, Dexlin. I don't want to go."

"You don't have to. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

He pulled back and stared at me. We were both quiet for a minute. The only sound in the room was our breathing.

"I love you, Dexlin."

I reached over and wiped the tears from his cheek. "I love you too."

Then he kissed me.

We kept our relationship quiet. No one would understand. The kids at school would just make fun of us. Roxas would lose his friends. And I didn't want that. I may not have liked Hayner, but that didn't mean Roxas should suffer. He deserved to have something normal. His life was already enough of a circus with all the attention people gave him for his sudden appearance. I couldn't take away his friends. I loved him too much.

"I'm thinking about training for the Struggle competition coming up. Hayner thinks I might be good enough to help him take down Seifer."

"That's great. I'm sure you can."

"Would you come to the competition if I was in it?"

"I don't know, Roxas. I'm not exactly the most popular person around here. I don't think I'd exactly be welcome there."

"I'd like you to be there."

As much as I wanted like to see him fighting in the Struggle and take down that Seifer guy, I just didn't think I could actually go. There would be too many people there. I would feel too uncomfortable.

"Isn't there anything I could do to change your mind?" He walked across the room to where I was sitting on the bed. Slowly he grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. He knew what he was doing. I couldn't fight him with his lips pressed against my chest. His whisper filled the room. "Please, Dexlin."

"Okay. I'll go. For you." I reached over and turned off the light.

It made me sad to think that he never got to be in that competition.