It's odd how one thing— one event or fact or change— can alter a person's life so absolutely.

The Organization affected my life long before Larxene grabbed us off the street. My parents were not simply killed in a fire…

They were murdered.

The fact echoes in my head. One change, one new piece of information and my life is completely different from what I once thought.

I've spent the last two weeks trying to find my brother. Needless to say, I've not succeeded. I keep pushing the fact that I know I can't do this without Axel to the back of my head. I try my hardest not to think of him.

I'm sitting in an alley, staring at the wall of brick before me. I squeeze my eyes shut, dropping my head into my hands. I can't handle this. I don't even know what to think anymore! Frustrated, I kick the wall in front of me. I stand there a moment, and idea forming in my head. Of course…

I begin walking toward Demyx's house, wondering why I hadn't thought of this before. I can try to find information about Marluxia without having to see Axel.

Axel. Just one thought of him and I'm completely confused. An image flashes into my mind, his warm lips on mine. I'm filled with an uncontrollable rage that I don't know what to do with. Aim it at myself? There's something else though.

I don't understand it. How could I feel something and not know what it is?

I stand in front of Demyx's house, remembering the last time I was here. I walk up the stone steps and open the front door.

"Demyx!" I yell. There's no answer. I walk down the hall, looking into empty rooms. I yell Demyx's name again. I hear something come from the back of the house, the kitchen. I walk in, expecting Demyx.

"Demy—" I stop short in the doorway to the kitchen. The backdoor is open; a figure's hand is still on the doorknob, his back to me. He's the mirror image of myself, caught halfway out the door as he tried to leave.

"Axel?" He slowly turns to face me. "Why are you leaving?" I don't know why I ask.

"I didn't think you'd want to see me…" He looks away. I realize he's right. All of my anger is returning. I don't know what to do with it.

I look at Axel's face. He looks terrible. I can tell he hasn't been sleeping. He looks exhausted, and devastated. I feel a pain in my chest and realize I've missed him. I don't understand. I'm so confused.

My knees give out and I feel myself about to fall. Axel rushes to catch me. I push him away and stagger backward, ignoring the pained look on Axel's face.

"Don't touch me" My voice cuts though the air, stopping him. He slowly lets his hands fall back to his sides.

"Roxas—"

"No." I stop him. I fight back angry tears.

"Please." He pleads. "Just let me explain."

"Nothing you can say will change what you've done." I say, trying to keep my voice even.

"You're right," he says.' "So please listen to what I'm saying now." I turn and walk back toward the front of the house. Axel continues to plead with me. "Please, Roxas! Please, listen to me." I turn abruptly to face him.

"You? Listen to you?" I exclaim. "You, who tore my world apart? You, who burned my home to the ground?" I feel hot tears streaking down my face. A look of turmoil plagues Axel's expression. It doesn't stop me.

"You murdered my parents."

"Roxas, I—"

"You left a 12 and 13 year old boy to fend for themselves." I can hear my voice; it's like ice. With each accusation I see the hurt and guilt grow in Axel's emerald eyes. "You're the reason my brother is missing." He's silent as I glare at him.

"Tell me, Axel." I say, smoothly. "Why would I ever listen to you?"

When he doesn't answer, I turn and walk out of Demyx's front door.

I'm terribly sorry it's so short! D:

Also, I've just realized that it's chapter 8 and my story is still sex-less. This is pitiful. Who votes for a lemon in the near future?