Roxas Has Returned...

I know, me too. Zexion may or may not have a bigger part later on in the story, so I had to make him fairly friendly in this one (though still partially the bad dude). And trust me, Vexen healing Roxas would have had the worst results. Period.

 

This chapter is extremely late, but the full-length chapter is also extremely long. So, I didn't want you all to have to wait for the whole thing to come out, so I just went ahead and put half of it up. Trust me, you have no idea what's to come. And I apologize to ~Koneko~, my awesome friend and proofer, who didn't proof this beforehand. So, sorry if there's some really stupid mistakes. I'm in a rush!

Musical Inspiration: Boys Like Girls ~ The Great Escape
Deviant Inspiration (One of the best pictures ever)

UN-EDITED VERSION (For minor instances of swearing)

Roxas Has Returned
Ch. 6, Fatal Passage​

Lost in space and time,

Nowhere to be found,

Hidden from all-seeing eyes.

Axel ran as fast as he could and as hard as he could. A limp Roxas was slung across his back, garbed in nothing but the cloak Axel had hastily thrown on his bare skin.

Keep moving, keep moving, he told himself over and over again. He tried to keep his footsteps quiet, but the echoes were unmistakable as they made their way down the dungeon-like corridors of the castle. Keeping to the shadows as much as he could, Axel sprinted like someone running the ten mile marathon, flinching at every sound he heard. He stopped every couple hundred feet to catch his breath and to check on Roxas.

The boy was the color of a white linen sheet. His breathing was quick and irregular. His stone cold expression was unusually calm except for his gritted teeth.

He doesn’t have much time.

Axel tried to bottle up his negativity but there was no denying it.

Roxas was dying.

Axel thought tremendously hard about what to do. He was at a loss. Without sufficient treatment, Roxas wouldn’t last the night. Zexion’s healing could only do so much. Taking a gloved hand, Axel rubbed his left shoulder, the spot where he Roxas had just been. The pin-pricks of the teen’s stitches had clawed their way through his coat and into the skin.

Axel didn’t know what to do.

He looked at Roxas’s small figure lying on the floor. He could distinctly make out the lashes that he, Axel, had struck across his young friend’s body. Unfortunately, he remembered just how easily the boy’s skin had ripped right in half, oozing out excessive crimson-colored blood. It made it all the worse now that the two of them were on the run.

What was he supposed to do?

The Superior would never tolerate his rebellious behavior. Disobedience against the Organization would surely cause them both to have a one-way trip to their deathbeds. So, Axel had to make sure that they weren’t caught. But first, he had to devise a way to leave the castle without causing too much stir. A vehicle perhaps? No. The Superior didn’t have anything like that on hand. And dark portals could only take them so far. Some sort of travel was needed for them to leave permanently.

Without much thought, Axel opened up a portal to a world only a few of the other members knew about. Roxas would have to stay here in order for him to accomplish this newfound goal of his. The boy was hidden well underneath the stern gaze of the shadows, in a dark corner of the castle’s hallway. It was a remote area that most of them didn’t traverse, so Axel was fairly sure Roxas would be alright while he was gone.

I’ll be back soon little man, I promise.

III~XxXxX~III​

“You let them get away you incompetent imbecile!â€

“You really thought we wouldn’t notice?â€

“For the last time, I didn’t let them escape!†The Cloaked Schemer was on his last strings, fighting against his comrades for dominance. On his knees and tied up at the wrists, Zexion felt that he was now labeled a traitor among his fellow members for something he didn’t do.

He felt a hard swipe across the side of his face, branding his cheek with a good-size bruise.

“Don’t think lying will help you either. The Superior can see right through to your soul. Nothing can escape him.â€

Who in their right minds let Larxene do the interrogations?! But Zexion’s thoughts were quickly becoming hazy. He had to think fast in order to get himself through. If Number XIII could endure far worse than this, so could he. Yet, there was one thing he knew of for certain.

This Organization was falling, right down into the devastating hands of chaos. And no one, not even the Superior, could possibly stop it.

III~XxXxX~III​

What is this…light? Or darkness?

Am I dead?

Or alive?

Is any of this for real?

Or not?

…Where am I?

A tingling sensation awakened within his arms and legs, returning his old senses. He was aware of some newfound power, growing steadily in the boughs of his body. It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time. But, all too quickly, he discerned everything that had happened to him. He felt naught but the sting of his sudden consciousness. Not the cold base of the floor, not the pain from his recently healed wounds, not the bite of the icy wind blowing around him.

He shuffled carefully, keeping noise and movement to a minimum.

How did I get here?

Stumbling over his own limbs, Roxas held his breath back, afraid of drawing attention. His natural instincts of survival kicked in at once. Pain racked up the side of his body, inflicting invisible blows to his ribs and chest. He traced his fingertips lightly across his skin and felt the scars almost immediately. Poking out of them were metallic sticks that held the bloodied wound together. Obviously, this healing hadn’t done much to help him or he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Amazingly, and much to his own surprise, Roxas wasn’t mad. He wasn’t enraged, annoyed, or anything for that matter. He just felt nothing. It was the way a Nobody was supposed to feel. If anything, Roxas’s uncertainty littered his mind and the surrounding space, engulfing him in utter confusion.

He knew almost immediately that Axel had been the one to save him. It wasn’t that hard to guess. Although the older man had dealt the death blows, Axel was still the only man in the Organization that had the stamina to stand up to the Superior.

The question was…Why did Axel leave him behind?

Roxas knew there was a reason, but he decided to think about it later. For now, he needed to rest.

Memories of all kinds awoke in his deep slumber, culminating themselves in blurred dreams. Many of them were hard to distinguish between, but there were some that stood out clearly.

~XIII~​

“What’s the matter with you Roxas?! You get on their bad side and they won’t hesitate to kill you. Don’t you understand that?â€

“And who would miss me? Huh? Tell me that Axel!â€

Roxas was elevated above the ground, held up only by Axel’s strength. He had Roxas in a death grip at the neck, and up against a hard stone wall. Silence encased the surrounding air, but only for a few seconds. The battle of wits employed by the teen’s eyes was stirring that silence up into bitter anger.

“TELL ME!!!â€

“I WOULD!!!â€

“…What?â€

Instantly, Roxas’s lower half impacted the ground. Axel spoke with his back turned, hiding his irritation.

“You just don’t get it.â€

~XIII~​

“Do you want to know?

O-R-A-S. The letters flew around him in a defiant whirlwind.

Roxas still remembered that fateful day when he had come into existence.

“You feel nothing. You can feel nothing. Do you want a meaning?†He had answered the man’s question with a ‘yes’, yet he knew not what would come of it.

“Roxas.â€

“The new you.â€

~XIII~​

Who was that?

A white haired boy, not much older than he.

Was that a keyblade?

“Quit fooling around!â€

“What’s wrong Sora? Are you done already? Pretty pathetic.â€

Sora…he knew that name. But where from?

“What are you talking about?! You’re the one who’s losing!â€

That voice…it wasn’t his.

“You really are his Nobody…â€

~XIII~​

The memories faded from there on. There wasn’t much left to his past. It all seemed to fly by. Roxas awoke to the heartless walls of the Castle That Never Was, still in the same spot he had been before.

He lamented that small amount of sleep, and wanted to succumb to the darkness once more. But he wasn’t allowed that luxury.

A portal of darkness opened up directly in front of him, swallowing anything it could into the shadows, and leaving nothing but black in its wake.

No, please, don’t be…

An eerie silence entered the hall as Roxas waited for someone to step through the gate.

Maybe someone who would finish him off.

Someone with no mercy.

 

I luved it Twi! It was great and I can't wait til I read the next chapter.

 

This chapter is awsome, and its only the first part of it!! I definitely can't wait for the rest!!!

 

Thank you chicka! I appreciate the love!!!

Thanks! The next chapter will probably be longer, but it will have a heck of a lot more action in it.

By the way, nice avy! (poor Cloud! ^-^)

 

Oh wow, that chapter was deep! :D

I demand moar! >D

 

Thanks! I don't really think it was my best work, but I'm glad you liked it! I'll make the next chapter better!!!! ^-^

 

I used that same deviant art picture for my story, and isn't it the best picture ever??!! Also, that small memory with Axel and Roxas happened in my story because of that picture, but a bit diffrently.

As usuall, awesome chapter. Keep it up.

 

I absolutely adore that piccy and I told the girl that made it that I was using it as inspiration for this story and she started freaking out. It was awesome. ^-^

And I changed that memory just because I thought it would sound better. I would have changed the other ones, but I didn't think anyone would recognize them. WHERE'S YOUR STORY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Thank you for reading!

 

O_O This is awsome!!!!! Poor Roxas though.... T_T But....wow.....really great descriptions.... *too shocked to make a longer comment*

 

plz pair him with namine!

 

Maybe I will, maybe I won't...lolz...You'll just have to wait and see.

For now, here's the next chapter. EXTREMELY LATE I KNOW!!! DON'T RUB IT IN!!!

This chapter took forever to write. Period. It's almost six pages on Word and it has a ton of extra stuff in it. Therefore here's all the goody-gruffy stuff. (My sis taught me that word. Don't ask.)

dA Inspiration
Musical Inspiration - Disturbed ~ Land of Confusion

My own dA pic based on this chappy

UN-EDITED VERSION (Rated M for Mature)

Roxas Has Returned
Ch. 7, Moongazing​

Roxas closed his eyes, awaiting his eternal downfall.

“Wake up man!” said Axel, gently shaking the boy’s shoulder. “Come on! We gotta move!”

“Axel?”

“Who else? Come on; can you walk?”

“I, I don’t…”

“Well, here, let me help you.” Without another word, Axel launched the weak Roxas onto a comfortable seat that adjusted to his small figure. It didn’t take much to tell Roxas he was sitting on top of an expensive, fast, and sleek motorcycle.

The engine sputtered and coughed below him but it sounded brand new. Dual tires were in place of a single tire on both ends of the bike. Rich, black paint covered the majority of it, and it was easy to tell it had been washed recently. There was room enough for two or three passengers, but Axel and Roxas were all it could take for now. A sweet, yet bitter, scent of gasoline pumped through the air, making the younger of the two Nobodies cough up small drops of blood.

A light, barely visible sticker on the underside of the handlebars read ‘Strife Delivery Services’.

“Axel…where did you…?”

“I borrowed it. Don’t worry, I’ll give it back,” the older man replied, lying through his teeth. With a swipe of his leg, Axel himself was sitting on the driver’s half of the motorcycle with Roxas right behind him.

“But…you can’t…drive…”

“Oh yes I can,” Axel reached down into the caresses of his cloak and pulled out a small white book, obviously ravaged by time. “I read the manual. This’ll be a piece of cake.”

Roxas grimaced. He still wasn’t sure if his trust in Axel was pure or not. But, maybe this would prove to the both of them just how strong their friendship really was.

The teen wrapped his frail fingers around Axel’s coat, clenching them tightly together. The older man smiled in his direction.

“Ready?”

Roxas only nodded.

Axel waved his arm, and opened a portal to the darkness. Within seconds, Roxas, Axel, and the bike were immersed in its shadows, traveling through time and space, and leaving a trail of oil behind as their only legacy.

III~XxXxX~III​

Blinding light cascaded down upon them in waves, covering them and washing away any remaining darkness the portal had left over. Axel held his arm up to regain his sight, and took in all that there was to see around him.

“What the…Where are we?”

Roxas was startled that not even his supposed friend knew their destination. Nobodies usually had complete control over their abilities with the darkness, but Roxas had no idea how Axel had arrived here on accident.

Weak, cerulean irises scanned the area, but there wasn’t much to see, thanks to the night sky. The moon was still hiding its face behind the clouds and wouldn’t grant them the privilege of its rays just yet. Roxas could still make out an extremely rocky area with cliffs abounding on all sides of their current position. Dust clouds inhabited the land like livestock on a crowded farm. Axel’s control over the bike was surprisingly firm and it let them see more than they thought.

“What…is that?” asked Roxas. His sight had picked up a small figure in the distance, their outline only noticeable through the moon’s restricted light. There was a few kilometers between the three of them. Roxas’s limited vision blurred and he stumbled back into the motorcycle’s seat. Axel looked back with concern on his face but then turned towards the human-like shape that was sitting on the skyline, seemingly waiting for them to make a move.

Without another thought, Axel revved the bike’s motor to its fastest point, making it nearly impossible for him to slow down without damaging the bike itself. The speedometer in front of him whipped past ninety in mere seconds, while Axel’s grip on the motorcycle’s handlebars grew tighter.

Roxas held on for dear life on the back seat of the bike. His blonde hair flicked back and forth in front of his eyes, blurring his sight. Quickly gazing past Axel’s crouching shoulder, he could just barely make out the distant figure through the steady stream of soil impacting his irises. Pain from his side brought him back down into the seat. Leaning against Axel’s tense back, Roxas awaited whatever it was that was ahead of them.

Unbeknownst to them, the moon above was just beginning to show its face, not withholding any of its pale light from the passerby’s below. It’s radiant outline reflected that of a glowing heart, and Axel immediately recognized it.

Kingdom Hearts; the light of their salvation, the source of Organization XIII, and the destination of all hearts whether wholesome or scathed. That moon held the hopes, dreams, and promises of thousands of hearts and it was where their precious Superior held his one and only obsession.

“Hang on!” screamed Axel, revving the bike one last time. He swerved back and forth across the grimy landscape, avoiding rocks of all shapes and sizes. No experience behind the wheel of a motorcycle caused his teeth to clench and sweat to rain from his forehead in desperation.

Roxas wrapped his fingers tightly around Axel’s cloak, nearly ripping it apart. The wind blew his eyelids open, but he forced them shut.

Neither of them knew who it was waiting for them. Neither of them expected a frontal attack.

Out of nowhere, massive blocks of silver came rushing towards them, nearly colliding into the bike along with its passengers. Axel felt the wind pull at his ear as one of them flew right past him, ruffling his hair. He looked away for no more than a second, but it wasn’t time enough. Another barrage came soaring after them, their destination bent on collision with Axel and Roxas.

What the heck are those things?!

The cloaked figure ahead had been waiting for them. The light of Kingdom Hearts above gave him energy, fueling his desire to kill. The figure screamed at the top of his lungs, wrenching apart his cloak in a beast-like manner.

Saix! That idiot!

“I told you I’d be waiting. I told you I’d find you. I told you…I told you…AAAGH!!!” The berserker’s maniacal laughter turned quickly into vengeful yells. Saix pulled hard at his chest, his cloak tattered and ripped. His glowing gold eyes were sparking against the beam of Kingdom Hearts. Wind swept around him like a tornado, causing his hair and cloak to flail about. His weapons seemed to come from everywhere and anywhere, simply racing after the Nobodies without any will of their own.

Axel pulled a hard left to avoid several of the silver blurry claymores coming right at him. The protesting squeals of the tires echoed in his ears. Dust kicked up all around them, blocking their view.

“You cannot escape me!”

With that, Saix renewed the chase and seemed to float towards the motorcycle, his face scrunched together like a closely knit web. Claymores of all shapes and sizes hissed by, mere inches from the scrambling Nobodies.

Axel grumbled under his breath.

“No. Not this time.” Speeding across the landscape, Axel made a beeline for Saix, mustering up all the strength, courage, and power he could. They’ll pay for what they did to him. Remembering the teen cowering behind him, Axel looked back at Roxas, admiring the boy’s newfound strength. Quickly, the older man went back to the task at hand.

The yards passed away quickly, and Axel dodged everything that Saix threw at him. But the berserker Nobody could never be spent while in the light of Kingdom Hearts. Axel realized his race of time was running out. Even while throwing a few blazes of fire in the Luna Diviner’s direction, Axel knew he couldn’t stop Saix. Instead, he began devising a means of a desperate escape.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take the heat?!” Axel taunted, knowing that Saix avoided everything he had sent his way. But, as expected, Saix roared in anger.

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME!!!”

“Oh yeah?!” Axel yelled back. A chakram appeared haphazardly within his left hand in a flurry of flames. Axel threw it towards the berserker, intent on aggravating him all the more. Bit by bit, his plan was working.

Saix’s power was overwhelming him to the point of annoyance. This insignificant Nobody, ranked lower than he, was actually putting up a fight. What angered Saix even more was that he hadn’t beaten Axel yet, and that they were actually on a neutral stance with each other. Rage confused his thoughts, causing him to become even farther from human and closer to beast.

“Heh, gotcha now,” Axel muttered. Summoning a portal far off in the distance, Axel rammed the motorcycle, head-on, into the Luna Diviner.

Blood spattered against the ground. The ominous sound of crunching bones and shredding skin left Roxas shuddering. Hailing forth from the skies was the remainder of the berserker’s claymores. Without their master, the leftover weapons fell to the dirt, scattered about like the dust in the wind. Axel turned to look behind him before being swept off into the portal. All that was left to see was a moonlit outline, fractured and split apart on the soil. Roxas knew what had happened, and he tightened his grip on Axel’s coat, cutting into the older man’s underlying skin.

He smirked. Axel had finally gotten the better of an old enemy. But he couldn’t help feeling a slight resentment in the back of his thoughts. He had no real way to justify his actions. Self defense was the only answer he could come up with.

Speeding through the desert-like arena, the motorcycle careened through the darkness, heading straight for the portal ahead of them.

III~XxXxX~III​

A vague impression of sunlight hit the walls just right, reflecting off their surfaces and hitting a sleeping Roxas directly in the face. It was just enough to wake him from his deep, uneventful slumber. Roxas’s over-sized cloak warmed his body yet he could still feel stitches poking into his skin. He tried to ignore the small pricks of pain and took in the area. The teen opened his eyes to familiar surroundings, but he couldn’t quite tell exactly where he was. Obviously, he was in an alley, away from the prying eyes of the public, but it was hard to tell which world it was.

“Finally awake, huh?” Roxas nimbly lifted his head to see bright, ruby hair blocking the sun’s rays. Axel jumped off the roof two stories up only to land directly beside Roxas. The older man leaned against the brick wall, his back arched but his expression calm.

“Where…am I?”

Axel only smiled.

“Home, Rox. You’re home.”

III~XxXxX~III​

 

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That was really good. I loved it! Then again, when do I not love it? xD

And I will read the un-edited version once you get it up! ^^

And I LOVE that picture! It's great! ^^

 

WHOOHOO!!! Thanks chicka!!!

I'll have the un-edited version up here in a sec...Kayz! Tis up!

That dude has the most amazing talent. He's drawn some pics of Luxord and Xemnas and they're absolutely gorgeous. I wonder if he'd consider talking to me...

Um, nah, better forget THAT idea.

 

No - you should try it. XD

I've talked to some reeeeally famous drawers before, and, OMG, they were actually real PEOPLE! XDDD

 

Hmm, I wonder...Ya think it'd be a good idea?

I dunno. Let's see if I'll work up enough courage to even do it.

 

My story's archive is in my sig, but it's kinda hidden, here is the link for it, and you can read the chapters. Chapter's 1-9 SUCK, but after that I began to relize how bad I was and started to clean up my act. I would have to say it's one of the worst stories I think I've ever written, but people like them so I continue to write them.

http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=10868 <-------- archive =D Also, MY STORY IS NOT DONE!!!! IT'S JUST TAKING ME OVER TWO MONTHS TO WRITE THE LAST CHAPTER!!! Just keep that in mind. =)


Also amazing story! I loved this chapter with the whole odd Saix crunching death scene! =)

 

You... are... amazing. I love this story, for all it's darkish-ness. I'm looking forward to seeing the rest of it.

(Just something my editor side is itching to say: your prose is very formal. Not something either good or bad, just an observation. It works well in this story.)

 

Whut's prose, again? 8D;

*phailz at literary termz - lolz* :sweatdrop:

 

It's the writing that isn't dialogue. The main stuff, descriptions, actions, etc...

I literally could not tear my eyes away from this story.