Part I - Whose Side Are You On? Roxas slipped quietly in the shadows of the World That Never Was, his hood over his head. He did not want to be seen. Looking over his shoulder, his blue eyes searched the grounds to see if that silver-haired, blind-folded boy was following him. His voice reminded him of someone...but whom he did not know. It was quiet. The way Roxas liked it...loved it. He loved the quiet, that tingle of the darkness. It felt better than the light. "Roxas..." the voice whispered. It was him again. Out of nowhere, the blind-folded boy jumped off a building. He jumped on Roxas and pushed him to the ground. Roxas's hood flew off his head as he wrestled with him, locked in physical combat. "Get...off!" he panted, kicking him the stomach. The blind-folded boy fell to the ground, but he recovered fast and hit Roxas on the forehead. Roxas felt sick. He thought he was going to puke. "Whose side are you on?" asked the blind-folded boy. "I'm...with them..." "Who's them?! Speak sense!" "I'm not telling you who they are!" Roxas howled, jumping up and summoning his Keyblades. The blind-folded boy looked at him, even though Roxas wasn't so sure. "You'll tell me - I'll make you tell me." he hissed in a low, menacing voice. Roxas threw his Keyblade at him. He warped onto a building. "You'll tell me Roxas! I'll make sure of that!" *** Roxas walked through the empty streets. He had a large bruise on his forehead from where the blind-folded boy had socked him. If he scrunched up his forehead it stung. "Roxas," Roxas expected it to be him again, but instead it was one of the Organization members. "Oh, Axel." Roxas sighed, noticing his spikey red hair and bright green eyes. "I've been looking for you - I heard you yelling." "I was screaming at some heartless." Roxas lied. Axel knew he was lying, but he didn't persuade. "Xemnas wants to see you." "Tell Xemnas to get a life. I don't want to be bothered with him." Axel's eyes began burning like flames. "Roxas! You can't turn your back on the Organization! Do you know what they'll do?" Roxas reeled. "Look! I can do whatever I want. It's not like they'll care anyways. If I had a seizure they could care LESS if I died or not." Roxas, still fuming, warped and left. Axel sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. Roxas was totally different now. He and Axel used to get along. Now, they were like two cats, one trying to help the other while the other hissed and swatted. "What's gotten into Roxas?" Axel muttered as he warped back to the castle. Part 2 coming soon... I gave it that name because "Final Mix+" sounded cool :D. I hoped you enjoyed the introduction. I ended it like that so you'd ponder.
