A/N-Another chapter! Sorry it took a bit longer. If I don't get busy, the next one won't be out for 2 weeks (I have a conference to go to...). Stay strong and enjoy!

Roxas stirred and curled up tighter, bunching up the comforter around his stomach. He tried to force his mind to go back to sleep but sleep would not take him. With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and cracked open his eyes, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He rested his forearm on his forehead to help block out some of the light.

"Well aren't you cheery in the morning," a voice called from the kitchen. Roxas tilted his gaze to see a man with multiple piercings and an odd haircut picking at the strings of his sitar at the kitchen table.

"Who are you?" Roxas asked.

"Name's Demyx, the owner of the bed in which you are occupying." Roxas glanced down at the dark blue sheets.

"Sorry."

"It's alright! It gave Axel the time he needed to clean that rank-ass bed of his. Besides, I only got back a couple of hours ago so I don't mind waiting." Roxas sat up stiffly and leaned back on his hands.

"So why aren't you turning me in?" Demyx strummed a soft chord.

"Because I'm not stupid. Turning you in means Axel will get in trouble which means I will get in trouble and that means more work for me. I'm not a huge fan of extra work, if you get my drift." Roxas nodded. "So, you really are from Twilight Town. Pret-ty wick-ed! It would've been cool to visit."

"Do you visit worlds often?" Demyx shifted the position of his hands.

"Nah, or at least not anymore. I used to travel a lot as a kid. I can't exactly say what world I was born in because I don't really know myself. My parents were always moving. Then I joined a band and we traveled a lot."

"Seriously? With the war going on?"

"Oh sure. It was rough in some worlds because security was so tight but it's almost like a mini adventure each new world you visit."

"What got you out?" Demyx frowned and struck a bad chord.

"Forced recruitment. They knew I could fight and since my parents were loyal to King Xemnas, they took me to training. To be honest, I barely passed. Being an elemental fighter is probably what saved me."

"You're an elemental fighter?" Roxas asked, his interested peaked.

"Sure am! I can control water. Axel's one too. He controls fire, which is rather ironic when the two of us are always put together on duty. In fact a lot of the Knights are elemental fighters."

"I noticed." Roxas unconsciously rubbed his shoulder. Demyx gave him an odd look.

"Did a Knight do that do you?" Roxas nodded. "Do you know who?"

"They had dreads and used a lance. He took down the entire squad in less than two minutes."

"Mmm. Xaldin. Yeah, you have to watch out for him. At least you didn't fight Saïx or Xigbar. They would have torn you to shreds.

"There was another Knight there that day. He killed my friend. I didn't get a good look at him but he was some sort of sharpshooter."

"Ooh, you did run into Xigbar then. Sorry, man. That guy is one part ruthless, two parts insane, and filled to the brim with intellectual malice. That and he likes to shoot the recruits while their training for fun."

"He shot you for fun?!"

"Yeah. He got me twice but I was lucky. A couple of guys were killed."

"This place is even more twisted than I thought."

"I hear ya. But not everyone's bad. The people in town are really nice and Axel's not so bad. Even the research team has a few okay guys in it."

"The research team?" Roxas tipped his head to the side.

"Yeah. They do testing and research on a whole bunch of stuff I don't understand. They also double as our medics," Demyx explained. Roxas pondered over his memories for a moment.

"Is there someone with dark hair and long bangs in the research team?"

"Who, Zexion? Ooh, that guy has it rough. Vexen works him like a dog and I never understand why."

"Why doesn't he just leave then?" Demyx frown and rested his sitar flat on his lap.

"It's not so simple. Zexion has a family, unlike the rest of us. He was someone to care for and they use that against him."

"That's cruel." Demyx sighed and closed his eyes.

"It's the truth and there's nothing we can do about it. He works the hardest out of anyone in the research team and gets no credit for it. He's worked like a slave late into the nights only to be expected to be on Vexen and the King's beck-and-call. If he so much as fails someone's expectations, they take it out on him physically. It's just not fair!" Demyx slammed his fist into the table. When he opened his eyes, he glared daggers at the carpet.

"Why do you care so much?" Demyx's face flushed a bit and he turned to glare at the wall.

"Because I know where he's coming from. I'm the lowest ranking Knight here and no one ever appreciates what I do. Our personalities are polar opposites but deep down we're almost the same. It's hard enough to see yourself go through the trials but when you see someone else suffering as much as you, it hurts. I hate it." Demyx turned his gaze back to Roxas, although he was no longer glaring. "I just don't like seeing people get hurt for no reason. Zexion's not a bad guy. He's just stuck with the wrong crowd. I'd help him if I could, but what can I do? And even if I did help, would he appreciate it?"

Roxas suddenly felt sorry for the blonde Knight. He always hated the people of Hollow Bastion but deep down some of them were suffering just as much as he had.

"Why'd you ask about him anyway?" Demyx asked, bringing the conversation back full circle.

"I ran into him in the hall. Well, I smashed the door in his face in the hall after I had a panic attack. He calmed me down and brought me back in here. Then he left." Demyx picked at one of the strings on his sitar thoughtfully.

"That's odd. Why didn't he turn you in?" the Knight mused to himself.

"I was wondering the same thing," Roxas added.

"Did he say anything to you?" Roxas shook his head.

"Not really. He mentioned something about Twilight Town but that's about it."

"What did he say exactly?"

"Um, I think he said it was a beautiful world or something like that." Demyx bit his bottom lip.

"Now how would he know that?"

Realization his Roxas like a comet falling on his head. "Shit," he breathed. Demyx looked up at the blue eyed teen. "The week before Twilight Town was…attacked…my captain went missing. When we found him, someone from Hollow Bastion was with him."

"How could you tell?"

"He wore the black coat. We thought he was killing the captain off but when he was brought to the medical center, we found his wounds were taken care of medically." Demyx stared at Roxas in disbelief. "I think that person was this Zexion guy. He used magic to keep me from running away and the guy used magic back in Twilight Town to fend me off." Demyx scratched his head in confusion.

"How in the Hell did he get out there?"

"Did he sneak aboard a G. Ship?"

"We would have noticed. Zexion's not supposed to leave the castle unless he's escorted to town or to his home."

"What about your weapons?"

"What about them?"

"We know you have the technology to use your weapons as personal carries to travel through the darkness between worlds."

"True, but Zexion doesn't have a weapon. He purely uses magic."

"So then how did he get to Twilight Town and back without anyone noticing?"

"That's what I want to know," Demyx replied.

XxXxX

"Pay attention you idiot!" Vexen shouted, smacking Zexion on the back of the head. The dark haired man winced. "Those samples are more important than your life so expect you treat them as such."

"Sorry," Zexion muttered.

"Hmph!" Vexen turned his nose in the air and marched off, his lab coat swaying behind him. Zexion sighed and continued to arrange the vials in the test tube rack. He glanced at the clock and found it was after 11p.m.

'Late again.' He thought. Zexion worked well past midnight before he was finished. He sat back in his chair and rubbed his tired eyes. 'Finally. Time to get some rest.' Zexion used the table to help lift himself from the chair. He flipped the lights off as he left the lab and made his way through the halls of the lower grounds towards his room.

'That boy.' He recalled. 'He was from Twilight Town. What is he doing here? Why is Axel or Demyx keeping him in their room? If King Xemnas finds out, he'll surly be killed.' Zexion scoffed. 'So then why didn't I turn him in? You're such an idiot, Zexion. Now you're going to be in trouble too. Great…just what I don't need.' Zexion unlocked his room and stepped inside the dark space. Then he locked the door behind him.

Without turning on the light, he hung up his lab coat and walked to the far end of the room. He paused for a moment to listen. Once he was sure he was alone, he raised his hand and summoned a dark portal. He may have been forbidden to leave the castle but it didn't stop him from trying. Zexion stepped through the dark pathway into a realm that looked like a swirling mass of black and green. The portal shut behind him and he was left alone. He summoned another portal and stepped through.

Zexion stepped into the living room of his home. It was dark and quiet. The portal closed and Zexion crept across the floor to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door and peered inside. To his surprise, he found a yogurt with a smiley face drawn on it. Zexion smiled softly. He picked up the yogurt, shut the fridge, found a clean spoon in the dish drainer, and dug into his dinner.

At the age of twenty, Zexion lived by himself at the castle and was rarely allowed to visit his home but he had found a way to travel using the dark corridors after many years of studying magic with the research team. Now he could roam freely, so long as he wasn't caught.

Zexion stepped into the small dining room adjoining the kitchen and paused. A sandwich sat on a plate, waiting alone in the dark. Zexion smiled.

"You little rascal," he murmured. Zexion walked to the back of the house and peered into his brother's bedroom and found it empty. He went back to the living room and found the tiny boy asleep on the couch. "Fell asleep waiting up for me again, huh?" Zexion gave his brother a gentle shake. "Hey, Ienzo."

The tiny boy cracked open his eyes and stared up at his big brother. Zexion chuckled softly and brushed his brother's hair. Ienzo was eight and extremely quiet. He looked almost identical to his older brother only his hair was a bit shorter. After the death of his parents, he clung onto Zexion since the age of two. Zexion was everything to him but sadly his brother wasn't around much. He was always needed at the castle. When Zexion learned how to use the dark passages, Ienzo was frightened for his brother's safety but at the same time thrilled Zexion could come home every night.

"Hey, thanks for making me something to eat. You didn't have to do that." Ienzo sat up and rubbed his eyes. He followed Zexion to the dining room where Zexion scarfed down the sandwich. Ienzo started to fall asleep in his chair. The elder brother put his dishes in the sink in the kitchen. Then he picked up his brother and carried him to his room.

Ienzo's room was full of shelves of books. There was one wall where there wasn't a shelf but it was covered with pictures. When Zexion was testing out the dark portals, he took pictures of the worlds he visited and gave them to his little brother. Ienzo always wanted to see another world but, being born in a time of war, he was stranded in Hollow Bastion.

Zexion laid his brother on his bed and tucked him in. Ienzo grabbed his brother's wrist and stared up at him with pleading eyes. Zexion smiled and kissed his brother's forehead. Then he set his watch and crawled into the bed next to his brother.

"Aren't you getting a little old for this?" Zexion asked quietly as Ienzo curled up next to his brother's chest. The younger brother shook his head. Zexion stroked his brother's hair tenderly. Then they fell asleep.

XxXxX

"Axel," Roxas prodded, poking the Knight on the shoulder. The red head moaned and ignored the blonde. Roxas turned to Demyx. "I don't think he's getting up."

"He'll be late if he doesn't get moving," Demyx said between bites of cereal drowned in milk. It had been three weeks since they first discovered Roxas in the water ways and the blonde was recovering nicely. His shoulder was almost healed but his side was still on the mend.

"How old is he again?"

"Twenty three, but some days I swear he acts more like a five year old." Roxas nodded and turned back to the sleeping Knight. He shook the man's shoulder.

"Hey, Dem says you've got to get up."

"Go 'way, Reno," Axel muttered, burying his head under his pillow. Roxas turned back to Demyx in confusion.

"Oh, right. Reno was Axel's brother," Demyx explained

"Was?" Roxas pressed.

"Died in the war." Demyx noticed the brief flash of pain on the younger blonde's face. "Don't worry about it, Roxas. It happened a long time ago when the war first started."

"How old was he, do you know?" Demyx sucked on the spoon in his mouth while he mulled over his memories.

"Eighteen, I think? Or somewhere around there. You have, er, had any siblings?" Roxas shook his head. "Me neither. I guess we lucked out in that sense." Demyx slurped down the remnants of the milk in his bowl and tossed the dishes in the sink. "He's got ten minutes before I leave. See if you can't get his lazy ass out of bed." Demyx went to the bathroom and Roxas heard the shower run.

Roxas turned back to Axel and prodded the red head again. Axel rolled over and shoved his pillow into the blonde's face. Roxas was knocked backwards onto his backside.

"Knock it off!" Axel growled. Roxas scowled. He stood and coiled his legs. Then he jumped and landed on his good side on top of the Knight.

"Get up already!" Roxas shouted. Axel sat up with a glare. "You're going to be late."

"It's not like I haven't been late before," Axel growled.

"And what if they come looking for you here?" Axel frowned. He lay back down and shut his eyes. "Axel!" Roxas hissed. The red head grabbed Roxas and pulled him down, pinning the blonde's arms behind his back and covering his mouth. Roxas squirmed.

"Sit still!" Axel hissed in his ear. Roxas stopped struggling. "Good boy." Roxas scowled, which only made Axel chuckle. The blonde waited a full five minutes before the shower turned off. When Demyx finally emerged from the bathroom, he rolled his eyes at the sight of Roxas.

"Axel, let the kid go," Demyx stated as he started to put on his armor.

"I kind of like him like this, all tied up," Axel replied, grinning into the sheets.

"You'll re-open his shoulder wound," Demyx warned. Axel sighed and released Roxas but remained lying on his side. Roxas sat up and rubbed his injured joint.

"That hurt, you ass hole," Roxas barked.

"Language," Axel warned.

"I can whatever the fuck I want." Axel shot a dark look up at the blonde.

"Don't fuck with me, kid."

"Don't fuck with me."

"Fuck you."

"Go fuck yourself!"

"Well, fuck fuck fuckity fuck to you to." Demyx snorted.

"Come on, guys. You sound ridiculous," he said, stifling his laughter.

"Fuck off!" Roxas and Axel shouted at the same time. There was a pause before all three of them burst out laughing. Axel sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Oh, Dem, this kid! This kid's alright," he stated.

"I guess he's alright," Demyx agreed.

"Kid? I'm eighteen you morons!" Roxas protested.

"Ooh, big man!" Axel teased. "See, now aren't you glad we kept him around?" the red head asked his roommate.

"Sure, if you don't mind the death penalty waiting for us when the King finds out," Demyx replied. "But I suppose that's just as much my fault as it is yours."

"I never asked you to take care of me," Roxas said coldly.

"You didn't have to. You're face said enough," Axel replied.

"My face?" Roxas's countenance changed to confusion.

"Yeah, that adorable little face of yours. We couldn't have that go to waste." Roxas's expression turned pissed.

"I'm not adorable!" he snapped. "I have a fucking scar on my face too, ass hole." Axel glanced at the scar over Roxas's eye.

"Nah, it just enhances your cute motif." Roxas's face flushed red.

"Don't entice him, Axel. For all we know he's strong enough to kill us," Demyx warned.

"I doubt that. He got his ass handed to him by Xaldin," Axel reminded. Roxas turned his cold gaze to Axel's sheets. "Don't look so sour, Rox. Xaldin would probably kick my ass to, if I gave him the chance."

Demyx finished putting on his armor and put his sitar on his back. "How late are you going to be?" he asked the other Knight.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." Demyx nodded. He gave Roxas a wave and took his leave. Axel ruffled the blonde's hair before finding some clothes and hitting the bathroom for a quick shower.

Roxas tipped sideways until he landed on Axel's bed with a soft thud. He knew he wasn't the strongest soldier but he had used all of his strength to fight Xaldin yet the other Knights laughed it off like he hadn't really tried at all. 'Is it because I'm weak? Am I not strong enough? I guess I never really had any training but I never really had a choice. They started training me when I was eight and I was fighting by thirteen. What choice did I have?' Roxas wondered.

Axel emerged from the bathroom two minutes later, his hair dripped onto the carpet. He started to put on his armor and noticed Roxas lying on his bed. He paused and blinked. Then he treaded over to his bed.

"Hey, you okay?" Axel asked softly. Roxas buried his face into the sheets. Axel sat on the edge of the bed and peered down at the teen. "I offended you, huh? Sorry. Sometimes words just spew out of my mouth without me thinking about them."

"It's not that," Roxas muttered. Axel's eyebrow arched slightly.

"Well, what is it then?"

"I'm pathetic." Axel scoffed.

"No you're not. You're Roxas and that's all that matters."

"But I can't even fight!" The teen sat up and Axel saw the tears burning in the corners of his eyes. "I was too weak to save my world and now it's gone. I didn't even want to leave! I thought they were…they…" Roxas's hands flew up to his mouth as he tried to stifle the sobs in his throat. Tears poured down his face. His stomach felt sick. Axel reached out and wrapped his arms around him.

"It hurts to see you cry," the Knight murmured softly in the teen's ear. "Your heart shouldn't have to burden this kind of sadness. It only brings you closer to the darkness. Don't lose sight of your light, Roxas. It's not worth it to fade away."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Roxas asked quietly, removing his hands from his face. He hiccupped and swallowed hard.

"Be yourself. And remember when things get tough, I'm here for you. So is Dem." Axel pulled back and wiped Roxas's tears away with his thumbs. "I know it hurts, but try to smile. Your friends would want you to." Roxas nodded roughly. Axel leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. "Alright. I have to go but I'll be back, I promise. Until then, you stay out of trouble."

"'Kay," Roxas replied softly. Axel smiled and stood. Then he quickly strapped on his armor and hurried from the apartment.

Roxas stared at the door for what seemed like an hour, although it was only five minutes, before he lay back down on Axel's bed. He tangled himself up in the messy sheets and buried his face into the Knight's pillow, breathing in the man's scent. It was foreign and he wished it smelt like home.

XxXxX

Saïx was irritated. Not only had Axel shown up late for the morning meeting, he had wandered off during his duties. His temple twitched.

"When I get my hands on that lazy dog…" he growled. Saïx furiously marched down the corridor towards Axel's apartment. "He had better not be sleeping or so help me I'll wring his neck!" The Knight fumed and halted in front of the door. He found it locked but he had a spare key. Saïx let himself in.

The apartment was empty. Saïx sighed, his brows furrowed so deep they were almost touching. He turned to leave when he heard movement. He turned back to the room and noticed there was indeed someone amongst Axel's mess of sheets. Saïx stalked over, his fists clenched.

"Axel, get your…" He stopped and his eyes grew wide.

Roxas lay sleeping on Axel's bed, unaware the room had company.

Saïx peered closer to the sleeping teen. He had never seen the blonde before and was a bit curious to why he was in Axel and Demyx's apartment. His eyes scanned the room for any sort of clue and his gaze locked onto the corner. Pressed between Axel's wardrobe and the wall was a set of gold armor. Saïx crept over, his heart drumming wildly in his chest. He pulled out the chest piece and his gaze grew cold.

'He's from Twilight Town! What the Hell is he doing here?!' Saïx thought angrily. He shoved the armor back into its hole and stalked towards the sleeping teen. He unclasped his broadsword, Claymore, from his hip and held it over the blonde's neck. 'You have to go.'

And yet Saïx didn't move.

He stared at the teen sleeping with his back to the Knight. Then he lowered his broadsword. 'I can't do it. But why?' Saïx decided the King needed to know and he stormed from the room, leaving Roxas to sleep unhindered.

XxXxX

'Watch over the Queen? More like errand boy.' Axel grumbled. He carried an armful of boxes of various things the Queen wanted him to pick up from the town. 'Why she can't do her own damn shopping, I'll never know.' Axel dropped off the boxes with one of the servants and went to check in with the Queen. Strangely, she wasn't in the throne room. Or her room. Axel asked around and finally found she had been called away by the King somewhere.

He started to head back to his room with a groan. Since he failed to dry his hair, it had decided to spike in every which direction. Axel had to tie it back into a large pony tail to keep it tame. "I'm sure Demyx won't mind if I borrow some of his hair gel," Axel muttered to himself.

He rounded the corner to the hall his apartment was located and nearly stumbled in his tracks. There, waiting for him outside his door, was the King, Queen, and a very pissed off looking Saïx. Axel swallowed hard and made his way down the hall.

"Your Majesties," he greeted. "What a pleasant surprise. I got everything you wanted from town," Axel said, directed towards the Queen. The Queen was a lovely woman. She resembled her brother with the long silver-blue hair and cold eyes. Her face was slender and she was fairly curvy. The King was tall and broad chested with shoulder length white hair and a pair of amber cold eyes. Axel always hated how they always looked so frigid together. Even more so when Saïx was with them.

"Thank you, Axel," the Queen, Isa, replied with a smooth, but venomous, voice. "You did well." Axel nearly shivered. For some reason, he felt like this was somehow a scheme set up by the Queen.

"When did you decide it was proper to keep traitors in your room?" Saïx hissed.

"Now, now, Saïx. Let's give Axel some time to explain," the King, Xemnas said in his deep monotone voice. Axel swallowed hard and felt a cold sweat run down his spine.

"Um…" he tried.

"Saïx, dear. Why don't you show us?" Isa asked. Axel felt his stomach do cartwheels. Saïx nodded stiffly and unlocked the door. Isa smiled her thanks and stepped inside, her long dress swaying with each step. Xemnas followed her. Axel was ushered inside by Saïx.

Roxas was still sleeping on Axel's bed, although he was now on his back. He lay in the tangled mess of sheets and pillows perfectly at ease. Isa stepped closer and peered down at the sleeping blonde.

"I knew it," she muttered to herself.

"Do you have proof he is indeed from Twilight Town?" Xemnas asked Saïx. The elder Knight nodded and retrieved the cracked chest plate from its home in the corner. He handed it over to the King, who studied it thoroughly.

"Why do you have this boy here, Axel?" Isa asked. The red head averted his gaze to the wall. "Axel," Isa growled.

"I couldn't kill him," Axel snapped, folding his arms over his chest.

"And why not? He's a traitor! He's from Twilight Town!"

"And yet you took the time to heal him," Xemnas noticed. Roxas's shirt was bunched around the lower part of his rib cage, showing off the bandage on his side.

"It wasn't right to leave him to die," Axel explained.

"You can't pick up every stray puppy you find and take care of them," Saïx commented. Axel scowled. Xemnas set the chest plate down on Demyx's bed and drew his sword from its sheath. The blade was blood red and glowed softly with a dark aura.

"Then we'll simplify this and dispose of him," the King stated. He raised his sword above Roxas.

"NO!" The King turned. Both the Knights and the Queen had shouted in protest. The King could tell their hearts were pounding wildly at the scare.

"And why not?" Xemnas asked. His gaze flickered between the trio.

"He has a strong heart," Saïx stated. "It would be a pity to waste it." Xemnas turned to his wife.

"It's true," she agreed softly. "I noticed his presences awhile back although I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from." Xemnas lowered his sword and sheathed it.

"So we come to a standstill. He cannot stay and yet he cannot die," he noted.

"Then let me bring him to Traverse Town," Axel interrupted, turning to the King. "The remainders of his people are there and we'll just pretend he's just another refugee."

"Just another refugee? Axel, this child knows how to fight. He will come back and take his revenge out on us," Saïx reminded.

"When? He's too beat up to fight and he wasn't even a match for Xaldin. I think you can handle him," Axel shot back. Isa turned her gaze to Xemnas. The King was studying the sleeping teen.

"Axel, please wake him. I wish to speak with him," Xemnas stated. Axel's mouth went dry. He stepped over to his bed and knelt beside it. Then he gave Roxas a gentle shake.

"Hey," Axel called. "Rise and shine, sleepy head." It was hard to keep his voice from wavering.

Roxas moaned softly and shifted. Then he sat up and rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. "Wha' time hisit?" he slurred, sleep still on his mind.

"Um, time to wake up." Roxas rolled his eyes and dropped his hands.

"I meant…" The blonde froze. He had never met the King before but he knew what he looked like. Seeing him there with the Queen and her brother made the situation worse. Panic flooded in his chest.

"Sorry," Axel murmured.

"Hello," Xemnas greeted. Roxas's gaze flicked between the four other people in the room. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest it hurt. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find his voice. So he closed it and swallowed hard. "Would you leave us for a moment, Axel?" the King requested. The red head nodded sullenly and quietly left the apartment to wait in the hall. Saïx left as well to make sure the younger Knight didn't do anything stupid.

"You're rather quiet," Isa noted.

"Um…" Roxas started. His gaze shifted to the sheets.

"We know what you are," Xemnas stated. Roxas flinched. "You should be dead three times over and yet I've been told to spare your life. Why is that?" Roxas slowly turned his gaze back to the King.

"I don't know, sir," he muttered quietly.

"Isa says you have a strong heart. Why do you think that is?" Roxas swallow hard again.

"I don't know…sir."

"So you have no idea then?"

"I-I can use light magic."

"Oh?" The King actually appeared interested. "Do you use it regularly?"

"I suppose so. I was told I was an elemental fighter and light was my element." Roxas tried to decode what the King was thinking but Xemnas's face was never anything more than a blank expression. Xemnas turned to Isa.

"What do you think?" he asked. Isa sighed and closed her eyes.

"We'll do as Axel says. Bring him to Traverse Town. If he should come back, then we'll kill him," she replied. Roxas felt a tiny wave of relief wash over him. Xemnas nodded.

"Then it's decided." He escorted the Queen from the room and Axel hurried in a moment later.

"Roxas! I'm so sorry! I…I didn't know…" he stammered.

"It's okay, Axel. They were bound to find out eventually," Roxas replied quietly, his gaze on the tangled sheets. Axel let out a small sigh.

"At least they're letting you go. You really are a lucky kid." Roxas grunted his agreement.

As much as he wanted to leave, deep down Roxas knew he would return to Hollow Bastion one day.

A/N-Question: Is Isa just a gender bent version of Saix? Answer: Sort of. She's not exactly Saix but they do look the same (and she shares the name of his pre-nobody form). Please don't hate! I have chocolate. *Shakily offers chocolate bars to disgruntled fans*