We can talk for hours just staring at the stars

They shine down to show us

Chapter 12: Disappear

"So they've sent you to kill me." Roxas said coldly.

Axel smirked. "Good job Roxas, way to figure it out."

Roxas didn't move. "I don't want to fight you."

"Then come back to the organization."

"Go to HELL!"

"Thought you'd say something like that." Axel drawled. "But go to hell? You couldn't come up with something say I don't know…more original?"

"Could you do it?" Roxas ignored him but with a finality to his voice. "Could you actually look me in the eyes and kill me?"

Axel hesitated, his hand tightening on the chakram. "Hopefully it won't come down to that. I'll be able to stop you but if it does, better me then the rest of them kid."

Roxas narrowed his eyes. "You can't beat me Axel. You could never beat me."

"Hey, don't be so quick to count me out, especially now that I have everything on the line."

"I said I don't want to fight you but I will." Roxas reached out his hand for the keyblade, Kingdom Key materializing instantly, feeling flimsy when compared to Oathkeeper and Oblivion. He held it out in front of himself. "I'll go through you!"

"Kingdom Key that's it?" Axel was smiling. "And here I was looking forward to a challenge."

"It's all I need."

There was no comeback and before Roxas could blink, Axel was gripping both chakrams and a ring of fire was spreading across the ground, consuming everything in its path, hurtling towards him. He dodged, the flames licking at his heels as he ran for the fence, his foot coming into contact with solid brick. He balanced himself enough to run up it and toward Axel, meeting him in mid air.

Their weapons crashed followed by a series of strikes, Roxas using the momentum to stay upright. They used to spar, had done this countless times before and it felt nearly routine but there was nothing holding Roxas back now, his every move meant to cut, to damage, to kill. They were soon repelled backwards, Roxas falling to the ground, surrounded by a wall of flames, Axel landing artfully with his arms spread and one knee just above the grass. Axel lifted himself to his feet, his chakrams glowing and dancing as fire twisted around them, where he was standing looking like molten lava. Roxas was just able to see a chakram swing past him in a narrow arch. He barely managed to dive away, feeling it whistle past his ear, the intense heat of it grazing his skin, as it instantly returned to Axel's hand. Roxas scrambled to his feet, running forward, needing to be at a closer range but Axel was ready for him, lashing out with a chakram aimed at his throat. It came within inches and Roxas was forced to dodge and distance himself again.

Roxas was breathing hard, his throat dry and his mouth tasting like ash. He ran the few feet he was able to, leaping up, trying to get airborne again and escape the flames, moving his keyblade in an array of nearly invisible twists and turns to give himself enough leverage to climb upward. Somehow, Axel was already there. They slashed at each other, Axel throwing a chakram in the same motion. It came from behind him.

Roxas tried to jerk away to find his keyblade was trapped between two points of Axel's remaining chakram and before he was able to let go, Axel moved his arm, wrenching him forward, making him lose his balance. Roxas tried to spin, to avoid the still coming chakram but it sliced into his shoulder and then he was falling, this time into the wall of fire. He tried to maneuver himself, to twist out of the way but he wasn't able to completely and then flames engulfed his arm. White flashed in front of his eyes and somewhere Roxas knew he was screaming. He could hear it distantly, the taste of ash in his mouth mixing with blood. He could smell his own flesh burning and he desperately swallowed back the need to vomit. He curled onto the ground, the flames quickly dying, clutching at his arm, taking sobbing breaths.

"Roxas…?" Axel's voice was shaky and hesitant.

Then Roxas was rising drunkenly to his feet, moving again, using the pain to push himself forward because it was all he had, running on sheer will and adrenaline He wouldn't let Axel stand in his way, not after everything that had happened for him to be here. It felt like he was moving faster then before and he managed to get under Axel's defenses. With a cry, he swung the keyblade upward and even with one arm, he knocked away one of Axel's chakrams. Roxas swung again, moving faster. Axel moved to counter but was a split second to slow and then it was all over. Roxas felt his keyblade rupture Axel's chest, cutting through muscle and crushing bone, the point coming out from the other side of his back. Roxas felt himself begin to waver and he half fell, half stepped backwards, even while Axel collapsed to his knees, doubled over, clutching at his chest, and gagging on blood.

Roxas didn't move. His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat, staring at Axel and briefly thinking of Riku. Slowly Roxas forced himself to overcome the shock, biting into his cracked bottom lip. He lifted his arm, summoning his keyblade, the weapon dematerializing from Axel and reappearing back in his own hand before he let it vanish again. Roxas didn't say anything, turning his head away, not sparing Axel a glance even while it wasn't blood flowing from Axel's wounds anymore but shimmering darkness, even while Axel started to fade away, half dead and losing consciousness, to out of it and too weak to stay in Twilight Town any longer. Axel would be okay, he was always okay.

Roxas stalked past him although it was more like limping. He felt Axel's hand shoot out, long spidery fingers, tightly gripping his wrist. "If you do this, I'll get you back. I don't care what I have to do. Somehow I'll find a way to get you back."

"Let go of me!" Roxas's voice was raspy and his throat burned, he jerked his arm away. "No you won't." He added, narrowing his eyes. "Don't dream remember? It's dangerous."

Axel didn't reply, not able to make a further move to stop him, looking distantly out at the wooded path in front of the mansion. Roxas took another step forward, hesitating. "You need to find Kairi."

"Like I said earlier. Sure. Don't worry about it."

Roxas's throat felt tight and he swallowed, trying to get the taste of ash and blood out of his mouth. "Axel…" It suddenly felt very hard to form words. "Thanks…for everything." Then he broke out into a run.

0o0o0o0

Roxas found himself walking the same underground path he had nearly a year ago in order to get to Sora. The mansion was still the same small blue maze of paths and walkways, layered with machinery, tubes, and white lights. The machines looked neglected, a fine layer of dust coated what was once shinning metal. Roxas had no intention of venturing back into the room were he'd broken DIZ's project. He was becoming unsteady on his feet, black edges starting to frame his vision. His arm throbbed so badly he thought he could feel it in his head and blood was running down his shoulder, making his shirt stick to his back. But he couldn't stop. He was nearly there, steps away.

"Roxas?"

He jerked his head up at the sound of his name, relief flooding him as he saw Naminé. She looked unsure and concerned, her gaze drawn to his arm. For a moment, he just stared at her, trying to fight back the pain and dizziness. He wasn't alone anymore. Naminé somehow was always able to find him, always able to stand back up no matter how hard she'd been knocked down, no matter all the times she'd been cast aside. He felt like he did, when they'd eaten sea salt ice cream together, when he'd wanted to brush her hair back. She meant more to him then what maybe he had even realized, more then what he was capable of expressing. He wanted to tell her but his thoughts felt as if they were rushing together, the dark edges of his vision overtaking him, and then the next thing he knew he was falling heavily onto the floor.

"Roxas!" Naminé shouted, running toward him and dropping to her knees while he struggled to sit up.

"It's alright." He said quickly. "I'm okay."

She reached out a shaking hand, her fingers hovering over his shoulder without touching. "What happened?"

Whatever Roxas had been thinking before was replaced by a flash of irritation. He wanted to snap back a retort. He was bloody and his arm was covered in burns. What did she think happened? But it only took one look at her face and whatever he'd wanted to say died. She looked so afraid, so worried, her breath hanging on his every action. He'd been gone for awhile and she'd been here waiting without knowing what was going on. He must have looked a lot more cut up then he thought. He caught her eyes and the mind numbing panic to his awaiting death faded. It was just him and Naminé in an ordinary underground tunnel. He tired to give her a reassuring smile. "I had a fight with Axel but it's alright. It's over now."

"Did-did he agree?"

Roxas blinked at her. It took him a moment to make the switch back to Kairi, why he was burned, why he'd sought Axel out in the first place. "Yeah, he said… he said he'd find Kairi."

Naminé sighed, letting her shoulders slump, her built up tension draining away as she moved to his side. "Thank you Roxas." Without asking, she took his uninjured arm and placed it over her shoulders. They rose together, Roxas stumbling a bit and leaning against her heavier then what he intended, the two of them slowly making their way to Sora's room.

"I thought you weren't coming." Naminé said after a moment.

"I said I'd be here."

Naminé nodded but didn't reply further and soon Roxas was back in front of Sora's pod, back in the blinding white room. He pulled away from Naminé, keeping his eyes adverted from Sora and limped over to closest wall before collapsing. There was a buzzing sound that Roxas soon noticed was coming from the lights and they soon flickered out, casting everything in complete darkness before coming back on again and a minute later repeating the process. "You ever try fixing the lights?"

Naminé shook her head, glancing upwards. "No, I tired to leave everything as it was. I mean I haven't really touched anything. Besides, it doesn't matter now. They've been doing that for the last few months. I've gotten used to it."

Roxas shrugged, forcing himself to look at the drifting brunet. He only felt numb and cold like there was something he still had to do, something still missing. Looking at Sora brought everything back as if he could see his life flashing in front of his eyes. He could feel the familiar pulling sensation from the first time he'd been here. It was as if it was under his skin, wrapping around his every nerve, his every thought and then realization struck him like a physical blow. "His memories aren't complete yet."

"Not yet. I've done everything I can. He needs you Roxas."

"So I need to finish them." Roxas confirmed but every time he experienced Sora's memories they had just came to him. Some of them seemed to warn him of something, mean something while others felt more random. He had no idea how to provoke them. "How?"

Naminé walked over to the pod, placing her hand against the surface. "It'll just come to you but I can at least act as the catalyst."

Roxas eyed her uncertainly. "You can do that?"

Naminé face was the perfect mask of concentration. "I think so." Her voice was confident as she extended her other hand out towards him.

He reached for her.

He was surrounded by purple, blue, and swirling white platforms that were suspended in mid air, the End of the World. He, the dog, and duck, staring out in front of them.

"Gawrsh," The dog said from by his side. "Is that all that's left of the worlds taken by the Heartless? "

"Those worlds will be restored if we beat Ansem, right?" He asked confidently and still his voice faltered. "But, if we do beat him and all these worlds become restored and disconnected, what's gonna happen to this place? And to us?"

He was floating through the air in a mass of dark gray clouds, the duck and the dog right behind him. Something moved before him in a ring of electric blue. It was a gargoyle like creature with bulging muscles and skin so dark it looked to glow. It had curving horns and shinning white eyes, with sturdy bat like wings erupting from its back. He remembered it was called a Chernabog.

He was somewhere that looked like his island home but he could hardly suppress the chill crawling over his skin because everything felt fake and wrong. The silver haired teen was standing with his back toward him, turning around, changing into a man with deep bronzed skin and long white hair.

He tried to reach out but it was too late.

The man's golden eyes were glazed over as if he could see something no one else could. "All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no different." The man lifted an arm. "You see, darkness is the heart's true essence."

He was floating upward, everything was black. The man looked deformed, power reverberating off him in waves.

The duck and dog were falling away from him. He held the keyblade hard enough to bruise, the only weapon that could end this. "That's not true! The heart may be weak. And sometimes it may even give in." He rushed toward the man. "But I've learned that deep down, there's a light that never goes out!"

There was a flash of light and then everything was falling, the man looked as if he was being burned alive.

The man was there again, surrounded in black, arm stretched desperately toward a long white door. "Kingdom Hearts! Fill me with the power of darkness!" The man's arm was straining, shaking.

"You're wrong." He countered, fisting his hands and floating in front of the duck and dog. "I know now, without a doubt, Kingdom Hearts is light!"

The door opened and everything was flooded in white and blue light, so intense it burned. The man tried to shield his eyes but he was engulfed with it, disintegrating with it, bursting with it.

He could see inside the door, gold light against structures of black he couldn't identify and slithering pools of darkness. A shadowed figure was standing in the middle of it all, in the form of a mouse, a key clutched tightly in his hand, held above his head. "Now, Sora! Let's close this door for good!"

He pushed against the door along with the duck and dog but it was so hard. His arms were aching and he only managed to make it budge. Then he could see the silver haired teen on the other side and with the two of them working together, it was so much easier. The door continued to close but he could still see inside if only barely. The silver haired teen didn't look afraid only accepting. "Take care of her."

He didn't want to lock the door, more then anything he didn't want to lock the door but there was no time and there was no choice. He lifted the keyblade and on the other side, he knew the mouse was doing the same. The door disappeared, vanishing to nothing right in front of his eyes.

He was running to the redheaded girl with a sense of urgency. "Kairi!"

She stepped toward him. "Sora!"

The ground split between them and she stumbled. He caught her hand, didn't let her fall. As long as he was there he'd never let her fall. "Kairi, remember what you said before? I'm always with you, too. I'll come back to you. I promise!"

The ground between them was growing further apart. He leaned forward, still clutching her hand, tying to hang on for only a moment longer until they were both forced to let go. Like the silver haired teen, she looked unafraid. "I know you will!"

He was walking down a winding dirt path that he couldn't see an end to. There were several trees and emerald green grass. It was sunny along with a warm breeze. His hands were behind his head with the duck and dog on either side of him. The duck turned to him. "Well, now what do we do?"

"We've gotta find Riku and King Mickey." He answered without thinking.

The dog looked thoughtful. "But, uh, where do we start lookin' for that there door to the light?" A strange yellow dog, the same one he'd met at the beginning of his journey, walked out directly in front of their path, a letter held proudly in its mouth, with a silver seal in the shape of a mouse's head.

"Pluto?" The duck questioned, surprised.

"Gawrsh," His other friend commented. "That's the king's seal!"

He bent down slightly, one hand on his knee, the other extended toward the dog. "Hey, have you seen King Mickey?"

The dog turned and ran down the path.

He motioned for the duck and dog to follow him. He couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Let's go!"

It was nighttime and they were further down the path but had lost track of the dog. His two animal friends were asleep and he was alone. The path looked a lot different at night, the sky large and vacant and everything cast in shades of black and blue. There was a rustle and he nearly jumped, spinning around but he couldn't find anything. He turned around again, this time seeing a figure in a black coat, standing several feet ahead of him. He couldn't see the face as it was completely covered by a large hood. He ran to it, but the figure faded away.

The next thing he knew he was on a winding white walkway. There was a castle right before him, it was massive, looking as if it had been built by piecing together mismatched parts. It was all towers, sharp angles, and in shades of yellow, brown, and blue. He took another step toward it and then it was like he couldn't see anymore, everything was sketchy, flashing, and falling. Then there was nothing.

"Are you okay?" Naminé asked softly. It was like when she'd been at the hospital kneeled before him, one hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's finished?" Roxas let his head fall backwards onto the white wall, staring up at the ceiling.

"It's finished." Naminé answered. "Whenever you're ready."

Roxas sat up straighter but still leaning back against the wall, eyes flickering to Sora then back to Naminé. "So how do I do this?"

"Go to him. Don't think about it. You'll just know."

Roxas didn't want to believe it was that simple. There had to be something more to it, anything else before his life completely ended. He felt the fear, the panic start to resurface. "I won't remember you will I? Or Hayner, Pence, and Olette. I won't even remember the organization. Everything I've done, everything I've been through will be as if it never happened."

Naminé leaned closer to him on her knees, folding her hands in her lap. "That's not true. You have friends, people who care about you. You've touched to many lives Roxas. They'll always remember you in their hearts. The most important memories will always stay with us. Sora wouldn't let me forget that."

He shook his head. "It's not the same. I want to catch that newest monster movie with Hayner and after this summer I was actually planning on going to school, just to make Olette happy. I want to be there for Pence when he wakes up. I'm sure Hayner, Olette, and I can distract him long enough to-"

"Roxas…"

"And I want to take you to get sea salt ice cream again. Talk to you again. I've pushed you away and I'm sorry for that."

"Roxas I-"

"There's still so many things I want to see Naminé, things I want to do, experience. I just feel like I'm starting to live."

"It's only a half existence Roxas."

He couldn't argue with that. "I don't care. I'm just… I'm not ready to die."

Naminé shifted forward, closer to him, her hand back on his shoulder. "No" He was startled by the ferocity in her voice. "You are not going to die and you are not going to fade away. I don't know what DIZ told you that night but there were so many things he was never able to understand. This is only the next step forward. You're completing yourself Roxas, becoming whole. This isn't the end. It's only the beginning."

Roxas didn't believe it. He was Roxas, would always be Roxas, he'd be losing his identity, everything he was. It wasn't just what DIZ had told him. His heart belonged to him, only him. He could never be ready for this but he was still eternally grateful to Naminé. He didn't think he could have gotten this far without her. She was able to make everything feel just a fraction better, hold him together somehow. She was his hope, his light. He met her eyes, trying to lose himself and before he knew what he was doing, he reached out the same arm she had her hand on, his fingers skimming across her cheek, tangling in stray blonde hair, and brushing it back. It was as soft as he thought it would be. "This is going to sound strange but I just want one moment to feel real for once, before it's all over. Naminé can I-"

She leaned her head forward. "It's okay."

He didn't know which one of them closed the gap but the next thing he knew his lips were pressed against hers'. It was awkward, wet, and he was strangely conscious of how chapped his lips were. He wasn't sure how to move his mouth and he didn't think Naminé did either. It really wasn't that great, nothing like how the movies made it seem, and they soon parted. But even with all of those things Roxas wanted to try it again but he never had the chance. Naminé was already standing, turning her back to him walking away, pausing at the entrance to the room.

"Okay, so I know it wasn't that great." He tried to joke. "But I didn't think it was that bad."

Naminé shook her head, her shoulders shaking. She didn't turn around. "It's not you Roxas. It's never you."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be here."

"What?"

"When Sora wakes up I shouldn't be here. He shouldn't see me." Naminé turned. Her eyes were wet but she wasn't crying. "He won't remember anything about me and he was the first real friend I ever had and now… now the only thing I want is to be with you too."

He wanted to go to her, hold on to her, needing her as much as she needed him but he didn't because now he wasn't sure if he would be able to let go. Whatever this was with Naminé he couldn't have, like everything in his life he couldn't hold onto. Trying would only be pointless, make it harder.

"So I've come to a decision." Naminé continued, her voice firmer. "I need to see Kairi. That way somehow we'll all still be connected and whatever happens I'll see it through to the end."

Roxas tried to smile for her. "Yeah, that's a good idea. At least keep an eye on her. Axel's not that trustworthy."

Naminé returned the smile. "It's going to work out. It has too."

"Thanks for being there for me."

"Thanks for making me realize what I need to do, for giving the strength to keep going and I'll always be there for you."

"This is the last time we'll ever see each other again." Roxas stated, climbing to his feet, his voice emotionless even if he was silently screaming for her not to leave him alone.

"It's not the last time," Naminé said without faltering. "We will meet again and you may not know it's me and I may not know it's you but we will meet again."

Roxas didn't know if he believed her or not. Naminé was able to know and understand things he couldn't and she was right to the point that it was chilling.

"You'll see." She must have read the doubt on his face.

"So I'll see you later then." He replied, this time saying the first part in their routine goodbye.

"Until that time." Naminé returned, squeezing her eyes shut, her breath hitching as if she was trying to fight back a sob. She was shaking, forcing herself to move and then she ran and Roxas was alone.

He limped over to the pod, staring up at Sora. "You've been sleeping too long. Everyone needs you out there. So here I am, stuck being your alarm clock."

Roxas stepped closer, placing his hand on the surface of the pod. "You need to save Twilight Town because I can't. You need to save my friends. So get going and if you let anything happen to them at all, then I'll come back here myself and make sure you regret it."

Roxas could feel the tugging in every part of his body, feel himself begin to fade. He wanted to pull away, more then anything he wanted to pull away but he gritted his teeth, forced himself to move closer, letting his forehead fall against the pod. "You have no idea how lucky you are. Do you?"

He closed his eyes when he saw his hand starting to disappear. So this was all he was? All he was good for? Only the vessel to wake up Sora. He wouldn't let that happen, he wouldn't let himself just become some forgotten part of Sora, wouldn't let himself cease to exist. He screamed inside his own head, hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on. Somehow he had to hang on, remain separate. He would fight for everything he was worth because that's what he did. He fought.

Roxas felt like he was floating, wasn't all there. It was getting harder to breathe, harder to think, everything was muddled, blurring together. "Sora, I still hate you."

He took his last breath. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Don't disappear. Fight, somehow fight. Hang on, hang on, hang on, no matter where you're going, no matter what happens, even if you can't see anymore, even if you're going to hell, even if all you can feel is pain. Fight, fight, fight!

"Sora…"

0o0o0o0

"Sora…"

He heard his own name echo through his head, in his own voice but somehow at the same time it was completely different.

He tried to answer back but it was hard. His mouth felt like it was glued shut and he barely managed to make his lips move. "Who-who's there?"

There was no reply.

Everything started to quickly come back to him and then Sora realized he was being pushed down, pressure surrounding him from all sides, covering every inch of him. He couldn't feel anything around him, not even the ground. He began to struggle, which turned into thrashing and then he was falling. He could handle falling, he'd grown used to it and his body was reacting even before his mind had a chance to catch up. He rolled expertly to the ground.

Sora forced his eyes to open. They were watery and gritty, stinging badly as soon as light hit them. He blinked rapidly, trying to focus. He was in a white room, with the light repeatedly blinking on and off. He forced himself to his feet, everything feeling different and strange, like he was taller somehow, in the wrong body. His muscles twitched painfully, his legs refusing to support his weight and he fell to his knees, his hand sliding against the smooth floor. "Donald! Goofy!"

Like there had been with the voice there was no answer, only his own voice echoing through the room, sounding much deeper then what he was used to. Sora scanned the room, forcing himself to stand again, making his way over to a wall. He bit into his lip to keep from crying out. He was so stiff, it was so hard to move, and it hurt, everything hurt, he couldn't keep his body from shaking.

He didn't know where he was but that wasn't important, waking up in strange places, was to the point where it was almost routine but everything felt so completely wrong and there was no sign off… "Guys!" He tried again. There was still no answer. Donald and Goofy would never leave him which made him think they might be in trouble somewhere. Maybe someone had put the three of them in this room, tried to separate them, although he couldn't imagine who. They had defeated Ansem but whatever had happened he needed to find them.

"Sora?" Something stirred from the back of his hood, hopped onto his shoulder.

"Jiminy," He turned his head. He'd nearly forgotten about the cricket and he latched on to the familiar presence, not feeling as alone. "Where are we? Where are Donald and Goofy?"

"I-I don't know."

Sora nodded. "Okay," He said, trying to sound back in control. "Then we'll just have to find out."

He focused on reaching the wall but was half crawling by the time he made it. Still he clutched at it, tried to anchor himself, determinedly moving forward, frustrated with how useless his body was being. The world felt like it was tilting, everything was spinning and starting to blur. He closed his eyes against the flickering light. He made it ten more feet before he fell to the ground, everything fading to black even as he tried to fight it.

He was vaguely aware of Jiminy jumping from his shoulder, calling his name.

The light flickered off again, casting everything in darkness. It didn't come back on.

0o0o0o0

Notes: Alright finally Sora is awake and now the story can actually start! Tell me if you thought the Roxas and Naminé thing was too rushed. I know I said at the beginning I wasn't going to pair them together and I'm still not really planning too. I had them kiss for a reason which is going to come up later and I wanted to show they have a strong connection. But like I said the story isn't really going to focus on the pairings and more on the storyline so if anyone doesn't like Roxas/Naminé don't worry about it.

Also Roxas is down but he's not out. I wouldn't put him through all that just to take him out of the picture and making Roxas and Sora interact is way to good to pass up. I want to do something different then have having Sora be able to talk to Roxas in his mind or have Roxas take control of their body. My idea's a little strange so that's just a warning. Next chapter is a Kairi chapter. Yay Kairi! Actually when I started this story I was kind of just neutral to her and now since writing her she's turned into one of my favorite characters.

So review replies:

Aove: Thank you so much for all your reviews and I'm so glad you're liking the story. Actually I did have a beta for a little bit but we kind of lost touch. Usually I just listen to you guys and then go back and change things but if anyone wants to volunteer that would be great or I may be doomed to having my roommate read this over. Anyway hoped you liked this chapter!

Meljanti: Thanks for taking the time out to review almost every single chapter. I loved reading your comments and thanks for pointing out some errors. I went back and changed them. I really hope you'll continue to like this.

Kimitala: You have really inspired me so much and I really love all of your reviews. I seriously don't deserve you as a reader. I'm really happy you liked the last chapter and thanks for the feedback on the characters. I hope this one turned out okay.

Eve: I'm so glad you're still reading. I remember you reviewed back in chapter 3. I really love your reviews and feedback. They've really helped me. I know the scene you're talking about. I was actually trying to make a reference to it. It's just that I made it same like Roxas tried sea salt ice cream for the first time with Hayner, Olette, and Pence so to make it work I would have to change some things around that I kind of like. I'm still kind of debating. Thanks for reading!

Caged Bird in Demon Arms: Thanks you for the review and I'm so glad you liked it! I hope the Axel and Roxas fight scene went okay.