Nah, if it was Namine, I would have let you know. Sorry, but good guess all the same! And that's alright, I still appreciate you reading. ^-^ That's actually a good idea. Hmm...Maybe I'll use that. Hope you don't mind! I'll give you credit of course. Thanks for reading! You'll find out in the next chapter!!! (unless I switch some stuff around to make it sound better). But she'll officially introduce herself in the coming chapters, so be looking forward to it! Saix is my fav baddy from the KH world (except Xehanort's Heartless) so he had to have some sort of part. Especially since that event actually happened in the game. Thanks!!! I know, the poor lil dude...But it happens in the game, so it has to happen in the story. Dang... They've been gone about a few days. I don't have the greatest (or most accurate) timeline, so you may have to let your imagination do the work. Thank you for reading though!!!
Oh yeah, the new character will be awesome. And you'll never guess who she is. Not in a million years. POOR DEMMY!!! TT^TT
Trust me, my fingers are typing away like crazy!!!
I know, me too. I was going to have these backflashes (okay, flashbacks, whatever) of Axel remember torture and yadda yadda, but that sounded too much like my other story. And yeah, the shortness is really annoying me now. The next one is almost 3 pages on Word, but I'm still not done. Hahaha!! It IS longer!! ^-^ Okay, finally a good size chapter for this story. I have so many ideas for the next few chapters, I think my heads gonna explode. Thanks for reading!!! The Love of a Nobody... (section 14) It was only a matter of time until Cloud and Axel had arrived back at the old house they were all staying in. Comfortable, cozy, and warm were all good words to describe it. Unfortunately, the static in the air was dizzying, telling Axel that there was something wrong. Very wrong. Inside, a fire flickered in the background, threatening to go out. The distinct shadows of Aerith, Squall, Yuffie, and Cid held their respective positions. Aerith’s small, choked sobs echoed off the walls. Yuffie was over her, comforting her in the best way she could. Cid was typing away codes and keys into the base computer, searching desperately for something. Squall paced back and forth between two walls, his hand up to his temples like he was suffering from a severe headache. “Not again, not again…†He muttered to no one in particular. “Hey guys!†Axel said cheerily, despite the depressed tone of the room. “We miss something?†But even Cloud was silent. Aerith had never cried, not in all the years he had known her. It just wasn’t in her nature. What could possible make her cry like that? “He just…He just…took her,†Aerith started, as if to answer Cloud’s mental questions. “I…I couldn’t…†The young woman held her knees to her chest, cupping herself into a tiny cocoon-like state. Yuffie felt powerless, helpless. “Wait, took what? Who?†asked the oblivious redhead. Squall sighed and looked up to face Axel and Cloud. “They took her Ela. She’s gone.†Axel’s face blanked. He stood still for a few seconds longer, but immediately took off, slamming the door on his way out. No one bothered to follow him. They all knew where he was going. They knew what he was going to do. Wondering the streets of his hometown, Axel’s rage hurtled back in forth inside his mind. He couldn’t contain it any longer. Lighting a flame within his left hand, he threw it headlong at one of the construction piles. Barrels, leftover wood, and haystacks lit the night air with their fiery blaze. But it wasn’t enough. Axel knew that it was the Organization behind this. They were getting him back for disobeying orders. But this was taking it too far. Taking Nex was the last straw. He had put up with all their other self-respecting crap, but he wouldn’t stand on the sidelines any longer. Axel meant business and he knew exactly how to prove it to them. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Nex couldn’t help but get annoyed. She had been taken captive. Again. Annoyance was in her nature at this point. What is this…the third time? Jeez, I must have a problem or something. What was bothering her most was that Nexydys half-expected to be captured. It was like a dark omen that lay before her after Demyx had left. Had he said something? Was that how the Organization found them? No, Demyx would never betray them. It just wasn’t like him to do that. But how else could they have found out where they were? Xemnas must have some sort of spy watching our every move… Nex nearly forgot about Axel. What was he doing while she was holed up in this cage? Was he looking for her? Was he searching everywhere for her? It gave her courage that the one man she knew and trusted with her life just might be the one man searching the star systems for her. And maybe even her old friends were doing the same. She stared out the cage door, seeing nothing but an all white hallway, stretching out forever along the walls. As far as she could tell, her cell was the only one in the entire room. Crawling into a corner, Nex waited. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, but she knew that whatever it was, it would come soon enough. - - - - - - - - - - - Sora had nearly caught them. If Ela had been here a few minutes longer, that keyblade would have been in his face. Squall stood hidden in the shadows, away from the prying eyes of others. He was deep in thought and didn’t wish to be disturbed. If they have taken her back to their stronghold, it just might be out of our hands. He hated having that type of negative thinking, but it was the only conclusion he could think of. Squall was just glad that Sora hadn’t found them. Earlier, after Axel had stormed off, the boy with the keyblade had shown up unexpectedly. Of course, none of them told Sora who had been there or why. It really wasn’t any of the boy’s business anyway. Squall couldn’t help but laugh at Sora’s innocence. Those friends of his were just the same. Still, the kid was just that: a kid. He had seen so much that most people never should have. Yet, he still had the courage to fight for good and right the wrong. Sora never ceased to amaze him. For now, we need to help Sora in his fight against the Organization… Ela…You’re on your own. - - - - - - - - - - - - “Hey…I feel like we’re friends already.†“You’re not acting very friendly!†He almost had her. “I tell ya, Kairi, you’ve got a lot of guts, jumping right into the darkness like that.†Saix had got to her. He took her. His chance at saving Nex was gone. Well,he thought, time for plan B. - - - - - - - - - - - - Faint footsteps echoed from down the hall. Nex didn’t even bother to lift her head. Obviously, one of the Organization had been sent to interrogate her. Why try and resist? As she had thought, it was a hooded figure around her size and height. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the man (or woman, she couldn’t be for sure) stopping directly in front of the barred entrance to her cell. Whoever they were, they put their hands on their hips and made a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound with their lips. “My, my, my. Look-y what we have here. Another Nobody, never meant to exist.†Female. There was no mistake. Nex easily recognized the sting in the woman’s voice, but it didn’t affect her as much as she thought it would. But, had Axel ever said anything about a woman being in the Organization? There was mention of someone named Larxene, but Nex wasn’t sure if this was that person. So, like any sensible person, she asked. “Are you Larxene?†“Don’t insult me. That old hag faded over a year ago. She didn’t have what it takes to rebel against the higher ups.†“So, you’re a Nobody too?†“Wouldn’t you like to know?†“Actually, I would,†Nex replied, her own tone growing fiercer. “All in due time. But for now, enjoy your time in this cage, Nexydys. It’s a very suitable home for y†The figure laughed all the way down the hall, a light, merciless laugh. Nex thought there was something familiar about it, but what? “By the way,†yelled the figure, “Your little buddy Demyx? Dead and dying my friend. Dead and dying.†- - - - - - - - - - - -
Trust me, same here. Go Roxy!!! And sorry for putting him through that. But, it had to be done so the story could go on. I'm working on this one chapter where they all go to the mall and freak out on new clothes (I'm not saying who though cause it'll be total spoilers!). Roxas never was my fav either, but now I just plain adore him. And ya know what's weird? I never liked Jesse McCarteney either, but now I freak out whenever he's on TV. Man, I'm freaky... But thanks for the kudos!!! That's alright! I'm just happy people are reading!!! Thank you!! And I really don't know how I do it, but I'm glad it works. And yup, it was, but that would have been obvious in the next chapter. XD. Thanks!!! And I'm going to try to do Roxas's weaker side in the next chappy, just to show he isn't invincible. That's okay, I don't mind. Thank you for reading though!!!
Thanks a lot! I'm glad you like it! And yeah, I feel bad for Roxas too. But things get better! (And then worse.) ^-^
Chapter 5 This is the second half to my previous chappy. Here is a good cliffy you won't wanna miss! Major props to ~Koneko~ for the proofing! Musical Inspiration: Breath ~ Breaking Benjamin deviantART inspiration Un-Edited Version (Only changed because of a single incident of cussing on Zexion's part) Roxas Has Returned Ch. 5, Why? (Pt. 2) With steady hands, Zexion cut the last metallic string away from Number XIII’s body. As if the number was symbolic, there were now thirteen lacing scars running their race all over the boy’s skin. It’s finally over. Although, his task wasn’t truly over just yet. Preparing his cleaning tools, the Cloaked Schemer began the process of cleansing the boy’s wounds so no aftereffect of infection would come about. ‘Arduous’ was one word for it. Zexion stared heavily at the pale face of Number XIII. It was as if the boy was a ghost of himself, just sleeping right through his near-death experience. The boy was so calm, so peaceful on that hospital-like table. Unfortunately, it’s only a matter of time. Even though, Zexion himself hadn’t a clue just what lay ahead for the teenager. The Superior hadn’t given him the title ‘The Key of Destiny’ for no reason. No, this boy was fated for so much more than his current predicament. If so, what was the Superior’s incentive behind this hideous act of punishment? If anything, Zexion knew that Number XIII’s life was far from over. Zexion turned his translucent gray-blue eyes back over to the boy’s hidden features, studying them in silence. Moreover, what was the point of this blindfold? It’s only purpose, as far as he could tell, was to keep the boy’s virgin eyes from seeing what had happened to him. But now, there was no real reason for it. His injuries had been taken care of for the most part, so what was there left to see? Out of respect, the Cloaked Schemer began unraveling the tuft of black cloth from off of Number XIII’s tan head. Zexion never thought he would experience fear while being in the form of a Nobody. Or even fake fear for that matter. Along with the rest of his fellow Nobodies, they each felt a sense of pride at having no emotions. But, Zexion could never describe what he felt next. With a stunned expression physically frozen onto his face, Number XIII was fully conscious. His wide, unbelieving blue eyes stared at the ceiling of the cave, void of Zexion’s presence. Whole star systems unraveled in the depths of those irises. He’s awake?! How is that possible? Zexion was stunned to say the least. His hands trembled. This went against all the laws of the human body. Even though they weren’t fully human, their bodies were still susceptible to principle limits. How could a mere boy defy those limits? He had been fully aware of everything in his surroundings, including the surgery, despite the sleepers Zexion had given him. Number XIII had been aware of every single stitch, every puncture, every sting of pain that the Cloaked Schemer knew he had been feeling. How could he be so near death and yet live? Finally, Zexion had the courage to gaze right at Number XIII, and perhaps to even communicate with him. “Roxas?” A blink was returned, though it still didn’t confirm if Roxas had truly heard him speak. “Roxas, can you hear me?” Staring up at the ceiling, Roxas held back his speech. Screams of fowl words clawed at his mind, wanting so badly to lash out at Zexion’s stupid question. But, for some unknown reason, Number XIII hadn’t been allowed the privilege of dialogue just yet. All he could do in return was moan out the words he wanted. “Zex-i-on…” The Cloaked Schemer nearly jumped at the sudden verbalization. He shouldn’t even be able to talk! Zexion was absolutely amazed at the willpower Roxas was displaying. The pain inflicted upon him only hours before didn’t restrain his vigor. Zexion was glad that Vexen hadn’t been allowed to do this surgery; the urge to study the boy would have been too strong for him. “Zex-ion…” The older man wasn’t sure what to say. Roxas’s cobalt gaze had turned away from the roof of the cave and now watched him ferociously. The boy’s hands were balled up into fists. Anger suppressed any other emotion that he felt. “Why…why would…you do this?” A question that deserved an answer. “You left us Roxas. The Superior wasn’t too fond of that.” “There was always…other ways…” “I know. But that’s not how this Organization works. You of all people should know that.” “But…I…I…” “You really shouldn’t be talking. Your vocal cords are being strained enough. If I have to, I’ll give you something to help you sleep.” “N-N…no…” “Fine. Painkillers then.” As if by magic, Zexion had conjured up a medical needle with a greenish fluid swishing inside. Unfortunately, Roxas struggled against any sort of treatment. “NO!” But Zexion had already administered the drug. Almost immediately, the boy had calmed down. The strained nerves in his face, arms, and neck disappeared. A giddy expression washed over his features. Hmm…I wonder if I gave him too much. A light laughter filled the room. Roxas was laughing? At a time like this? “Zexion…Hey there duuuude…” Stiffly, Roxas was in fact speaking of his own accord. Even though, he was doing it in a slightly ridiculous way. “So…Am I all ready for…for the next fight?” “What fight?” “Ya know…Where Axel tried…to kill me?” Zexion’s realization came quickly and unexpectedly. Roxas, in his dimwitted state, had just answered the question that he, the Cloaked Schemer, could not. Roxas was being healed, not for his own personal benefit, but so the Superior could beat him senseless over and over and over again without any afterthought. It was so Roxas was at full health every time he was brought into the arena, so the Superior could see fresh blood whenever a fatal strike was brought down on the teen’s body. “They think it’s funny.” “What’s funny?” “That they can bring you so close to death and then bring you back; like it meant nothing it all by fatally wounding you. It’s comedic to them.” “And…you?” “What about me?” “Do…do you think it’s funny?” An interesting inquiry and one with a substantial answer. “No. In fact, I do not. I find it extremely repulsive.” “I…I thought you would.” Roxas’s inebriated state was clouding his train of thought. What should have been an awfully painful experience for the teen was nothing more than a frightful day at the beach. How could he possibly be feeling this way? “I always thought…that life was slow,” started the teen. Zexion’s ears perked up at this sudden wisdom. “It seemed to have its own pace. Now, the pendulum of days, months, years…it’s all sped up of its own accord. I can’t help but thinking that someday, that pendulum will just stop. And eventually, even life will stop.” Intense wisdom is more like it. Zexion was astounded by Number XIII’s insight. A 15-year-old boy had the intelligence of an adult. How was he able to do that? CRASH!!! “What was that?!” Roxas only laughed at the noise. “I’m taking him out of here.” “Who the heck are you?!” The Cloaked Schemer twisted and turned in every direction yet saw nothing but the shadows. “Untie him. Now!” “Alright!” Zexion fought with the leather and when it finally broke free of Number XIII’s body, a lone figure jumped out at him, knocking him over onto his back. The next thing he knew, the table was empty. Roxas was gone. III~XxXxX~III
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Thank you!!! And sorry, but I can't really tell what you wrote there. Oh well, I'm just glad you liked it! Okay, I can fix that. I blame my rushed writing for that one. Thank you so much for the honest review by the way, I always appreciate those! Thanks! It'll be out soon! Thank you chicka! And the next one will be longer, promise! (If it's not, I'll MAKE it longer! ^-^) Thanks! And like I said, the next chapter WILL be longer. Thank you for reading!
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Aww, thanks. I was hoping it wouldn't be too bad. ^-^
Chapter 12 Okay, okay, okay, I sooooo don't need a lecture about how late this chapter is, but I've been so friggin busy!!! That, and I've been working on my Roxas story a heck of a lot more than this one. I blame myself for that. Anywayz, thanks goes out to all of you who are reading and reviewing!!! I WUV YOU GUYS!!!! And yes, this one's a bit random, but I like how it came out. Some crucial points to the story in here... The Love of a Nobody... (section XIII) “Excuse me? You want to say that again?” “I said, you were born here, Ela. Or should I say Axel instead?” “There’s no way! How in the world could I have been created here? This is where the ‘Master’ did his research. Why would he be creating Nobodies?” “I never said it was Ansem.” “Oh really? Care to explain?” “…I’d rather not.” “Cloud! I have a right to know!” “Two minutes ago, you didn’t want to know!” Silence again. Axel was taken aback by his so-called friend’s outburst, holding back his own insulting comments. Cloud sighed at this sudden emotional break he was having. These types of moments didn’t happen too often for him. “Come on. I’ll show you.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - Axel was in awe. Everything he saw, all the information he was taking in was overwhelming. But there was still emptiness in his mind, making him think that there was more to the story than Cloud was telling. Through intricate hallways they walked. Covering the tan-colored walls were pipes of varying sizes, all leading them to one ominous door. Cloud walked up, turned the knob, and opened it. Broken bookshelves, scattered papers, and a single exotic desk and chair were all that remained inside. But, Axel ignored all that. The one thing that caught his eye was a large picture on the far wall, portraying someone very familiar. Recognition stunned him for a split second. “That’s….That’s….” Cloud turned back to him, his expression completely blank. He wasn’t sure whether he should just tell his old friend the entire story, or let him find out on his own. Either way, it would be hard to accept. “This is Ansem’s private study room. Before he left, this place held a large amount of importance for his students, along with the rest of us,” Axel’s eyebrows met as the memories flooded back. He remembered. Everything. “You remember it, don’t you?” “Maybe. I just,” Axel started, “I just don’t understand all of it.” “Two years ago, Ansem’s apprentices started experiments without their Master’s guidance. Ansem never knew until it was too late. The King came to aid with the disaster that was to follow, but there was nothing any of us could do. By then, Sydney had disappeared and you had become a loner, traversing the town by yourself. Many of us thought that you were just grieving, yet you wouldn’t let us help you. Then, we found out just what Ansem’s apprentices had been doing.” “And what were they doing, Mr. Know-it-all?” Cloud stared half-heartedly in Axel’s direction. Axel didn’t realize it, but Cloud was very serious about this whole situation. “Experiments of the heart.” “Wasn’t that what they were doing in the first place? What’s the big deal?” “If you had been there, you would have known exactly what the big deal was. They were turning themselves into Heartless, just so they could study how darkness entered the heart. Then, in turn, their Nobodies came into being. You yourself should be familiar with them.” “The first six members of Organization XIII.” “Mmm.” “And me? You said something about me being born here?” “…I did.” “Yeah? And?” “…You were one of their experiments Ela. Your Superior is the one who did that to you. I had to watch you turn into a Heartless, and then you, Axel, came into being. I was there the whole time. I just can’t…I can’t believe I didn’t do anything to stop him.” “Cloud, I, well, I, um…” “No. Don’t say a word. It happened. It’s over. There’s not much we can do about it. All we can do now is keep the two of you safe, and stop Organization XIII at all costs.” Axel had to admit, he was sort of expecting this. How could he not? Xemnas, the Nobody of Xehanort, had killed Ela, bringing his Nobody out into the real world. It wasn’t impossible. No. Not impossible at all. Cloud turned, and left the room, leaving Axel behind. Neither of them were prepared for the news that was awaiting them when they returned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yup. I know. Short.
Okay ya'll I know his name's weird, but I just picked it randomly, kay? Plus, it's part of my story now, so I can't really go back on it. Sorry!
Thanks so much! I had way too much fun with Saix's half, but I think I like it better when I get to write about bad guys like him. He'll be the ultimate baddy later on in the story, so look forward to it!
Chapter 4 This part isn't the second half to the previous chapter, but it is, instead, from Axel's point of view. You have no idea how rediculously hard it was to write this, but I did have fun doing it. Much thanks to my awesome proofer and best friend *Oblivion* for helping me out with my depressed writing. The next chapter will be the second half to "Why?", so be patiant. Roxas will soon be able to speak his mind...^-^ And I'm sorry this is so late! But there's no un-edited version this time because there wasn't much in here that absolutely HAD to be taken out. And yes, this one is very dark, much more so than the second chapter. Axel begins to question how Nobodies truly die in the first place....Enjoy! I will try my hardest not to be late with my next chapter, but I've been officially grounded for buying Dirge of Cerberus without permission, so it might be late, but it'll still be good. I promise! deviantART inspiration Musical Inspiration: Flyleaf ~ I'm So Sick Roxas Has Returned Ch. 4, Thoughts on Death A weighty sadness hung in the air like a fog after the storm. The castle walls felt like a prison. No, they were a prison. Nothing, no being in the world could comprehend the decaying life of Axel, Number VIII of the Organization. He felt like he was fading fast. His fake heart was destroying him, killing him… Slowly. The binding hands of Death clouded his mind, entrapping him in thoughts of his own suicide. He just wanted to die. He wanted to be rid of all this pain welling up inside him. He had no real reason to live. Roxas would never forgive him. Ever. The question Axel pondered now was… Did Nobodies really die? A non-existent being, one that was never meant to truly exist at all, would just merely fade away? What happened after that? The Superior had once spoken of a popular belief the humans of the outside world held dear: The Afterlife. It was where the soul of a dissipating body could flee to for sanctuary. But did Nobodies even have souls? …No. Something like that is only meant to give hope to those who are afraid of death. It just isn’t possible... Holding his head in his hands, Axel grieved. There was no hope for him, for any Nobodies. Once a Nobody had died, there was nothing left to hold onto. And Axel was dying from the inside out. “You’re taking this much better than I thought you would.†Destroying the calm air, Demyx had already overstayed his welcome. Axel didn’t even acknowledge his presence except with a small twitch of his annoyed fingers. ‘Knocking’ obviously didn’t exist in Number IX’s vocabulary. “There’s a reason why I closed the door.†“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. It must have been hard doing that to your friend.†Several poignant nerves had been struck. “I’m fine. Now leave.†“You’re a bad liar, man.†“I said get out.†Axel’s words may have been calm but they were laved with an icy disposition. Demyx was prompted to inquire further, but decided against it. Maybe, the young Nobody thought, he just needs to be left alone. Before leaving the room, the Melodious Nocturne turned back to gaze upon what he used to know as a friend. The man’s usually encouraging face had disintegrated into nothing more than a pale reflection. His once motivated jade eyes were now distant, cold, and unfeeling. His entire persona emanated with an unbearable loneliness. It didn’t take much to realize just how much pain Axel was really in. It was no secret that he and Number XIII had shared a close bond, but Demyx didn’t know just how close they really were. What he did know is that that friendship was eating Axel up inside. It was the reason for his suffering. How could someone like me ever help him? III~XxXxX~III Although he had indeed been comforted by Demyx’s consideration, it did next to nothing in cheering him up. Slowly but surely, Axel could feel his life force being drained out of him. Somehow, he knew that his last thoughts would be filled with nothing but regret. Lashes of hate engulfed his mind, eroding away at his fake heart. Unbeknownst to him, fiery gold eyes watched Axel from afar, studying his frail nature. Soundlessly, a gate to the darkness appeared in a far corner of the room. Striking, whip-like pieces of black nothingness escaped from the door only to be sucked back in moments later. Not a single fragment of light could stain such an ominous void. A black-coated man stepped out of the shadows, only to stare down at the pathetic excuse of a Nobody lying before him. “Do you not understand? The pain you feel is irrelevant. Why do you try so hard? Toying with your fake emotions will not ease your sorrow. Accept that fact.†Finally, Axel raised his spiked head to face his intruder, thundering hate blazing in his eyes. Despite the figure’s hood covering his face, Axel could still recognize the emotionless voice emerging from the darkness. It belonged to one person and one alone. No other Nobody in the Organization had such a careless and unfeeling tone. Saix, the Luna Diviner. With a single flick of the wrist, Number VII revealed the passive expression of his scarred face. The neon, cerulean color of his hair made him stand out easily, but the massive ‘X’ in the middle of his pale features was what defined him. Saix, a berserker among the Organization, was none too friendly with anyone. Axel was no exception. “What a meaningless effort. You call Number XIII your friend, yet you haven’t even tried to see him after his ordeal. How can someone like you be an entitled companion?†Axel’s hate pushed his adrenaline even farther up the scale. Saix knew this. He had been waiting for it. “You’ll never be that boy’s friend. I doubt he even trusts you anymore. In fact, I guarantee it.†“Shut-up!†“Oh, finally a reaction.†“You’re the ones who made me do that to him!†“And you blame us for an order you carried out with your own hands?†“Yes!†“Hmph. Typical.†The berserker held back his own anger until it was the right time. He was known for his impressive strength, not when he was in this impure human form, but when his body took on a new appearance, gaining the power of the moon. “The darkness is fueling your energy. Are you hoping it will overtake you, so you can be rid of this fake pain? How pathetic.†“Why you sick son-of-a-!†Axel couldn’t finish. He wasn’t even allowed to move. The revolving spikes of a claymore were only mere centimeters away from his face, with Saix at the helm. Fear had brushed Axel’s mind for a split second, but was immediately overcome by determined rage. “You believe in this so-called friendship, don’t you? Then understand this: a punishment is all the more severe when it is dealt out by a friend. You now know why the Superior chose you in carrying out the order. No one else had such a connection to Number XIII. And no one else would be in such a pitiable state afterwards. To tell you the truth, it’s slightly amusing.†The temptations of pounding Saix into the floor held Axel’s subconscious intact. Fighting those feelings was difficult, but not unbearable. A small spark of fire had lit inside of his balled up fists, reflecting just how torn up he actually was. “His next beating is in the morning. I suggest you prepare yourself.†Axel’s eyes popped open. Again?! Roxas couldn’t handle another nightmare like his previous one, and neither could Axel. With intense eyes, he watched the Luna Diviner lower his weapon, and leave the room nonchalantly. A revolution struck him. I have to get him out of here. III~XxXxX~III
That's okay! You still rock too! My stories are so dang friggin late!!!! AAAAAHHHH!!!!! This chappy may not be out till tomorrow (when I actually have some free time to write it!!!), so I'm soooooo sorry to you and the rest of the peeps who read it.
Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!! I've been reading your story, but just not had enough time to actually post. And thanks for reading my other story! I personally think that one's better than this one, but whatever. And the next chapter may be a little late. I'm working on it, so now it just needs the finishing touches. *ish still not worthy* ^-^ Aw, thanks! I appreciate the friendliness! ^_^
Aw, thanks! And I can't believe how many people really do like this story! ME ISH HAPPY!!! ^_^
Aw, Foxxie! You are too cool! Thanks! *mega-hugglez* Thank you, and trust me, I will!
Thank you! Ditto! Aw, thanks! And yeah, I'm jealous of her too. XP
