Roxas spent the whole night with Axel, whom had trained him so hard that his body collapsed on the ground and he couldn't go on any longer.

"The moment one's body hits the ground he must be back on his feet in an instant. Never let your opponent see you as being nearly defeated. Keep fighting. Don't give up until he's dead," was what Axel taught him. "Now, get up."

Roxas still remained flat on his back, sweat dripping from his forehead all the way down to the cold, hard floor. "I," he gasped, "Can't."

"A nobody doesn't stop. It isn't an option."

"Maybe I'm a different nobody," he growled. He wanted to have blood spilling from his wounds like they would have if he weren't a nobody. At least then he'd know just how beaten he had been by his so called mentor. But no blood came.

"Maybe you're just weak!" Axel taunted as he placed his foot under Roxas' back and kicked him high into the air. Roxas groaned as he progressed higher. "Don't let these chakram drill into your back when you fall back down to me!" Axel demanded. "Find your balance! Find a way to counter my attack!"

Though despartley wanting to wield his two new all-powerful Keyblades, the boy remembered Naminé's orders and drew his Kingdom Key. He flipped himself in the air, then stretched out while his head faced Axel, who was immediately ten feet below him.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he screamed through bared teeth as the Keyblade meet with Axel's chakram. The weapon's teeth got stuck through the holes of the chakram and Axel was able to pull the Keyblade out of Roxas' hands by pulling his weapon behind his back. The Blade bounced across the floor, then disappeared back into Roxas' hands.

"What is this thing?" Roxas screamed again. Both Organization members had rage coursing through them, pushing them to go further and further to lash out at the other.

Several times the two men and weapons met, a blurry fury flashed across the large room. Axel was able to bound his chakram off the Keyblade, sending himself backward. He lifted his hand to send a mad fire racing toward Roxas. The Keybearer watched in horror as a sinister grin spread across Axel's face. The fire was nearing, and he did not know what to do.

"Aren't you supposed to instruct me what to do?" he cried.

Then Axel spoke in a terrible, wretched low tone. "This isn't a game anymore, Roxas. You're playing with the big boys now."

Without thinking Roxas leaped into the air, just a half a second before the fire touched him. With all the might left inside him, he pushed his body forward. He was practically flying through the air, lunging toward Axel. With a grunt he slashed Axel with the Keyblade, right in the chest. Axel was thrown back, slamming right into the wall. He slid down slowly until he was sitting motionless on the floor and his chakram dropped right next to him.

For a moment Roxas worried that he had done too much, but there was no way he could have beat Axel. Summoning his Keyblade away, Roxas walked toward the redhead whose head hung low. He kneeled down next to him.

Axel laughed. A soft, short chuckle. "You really were worth it, kid." Axel then placed he hand atop Roxas' head. Roxas was left just staring at him once again. "You know, you're not the worst." Roxas smiled a bit.

Suddenly, Axel was gone. He had vanished himself away to who knows where. Roxas was left alone in room 118. Left to reflect on what had just happened. Left to remember that today was the day he left the Organization forever.

When Roxas awoke in his room, unknowing how he had gotten there, he solemnly he slipped on his coat. Axel was not in the room. Hopefully he could leave without anyone spotting him. That was probably impossible though. Someone was sure to see him and he'd have to lie. But if Axel saw him, he'd have to be truthful, or Axel would be on him like a hawk.

He wasn't wishing he wouldn't leave. It was more that he wanted to stay loyal to the Organization, especially to Axel. But he knew he had to go find answers. He wouldn't be able to find them here. He already figured that out. They never did anything for him.

As silently as he could, Roxas moved out of his room for the very last time. He wouldn't miss it. Before going any further, he looked from left to right, making sure no one was passing by. Just like a child before crossing the street.

There was no one in sight. Quickly he set up a portal to send himself to the exit. For the second time, he would be outside. He stood still with eyes closed, the chill of the air unfeeling against his face. The breeze blew his hair ever so gently.

Once again Roxas began to move forward, letting the castle get smaller and smaller behind him. His eyes moved across the area. He knew there was a city outside of the castle, but he wasn't aware it was this dreary. The black buildings matched the black sky. Only the neon signs brought light to the city. Thunder began to boom above. Roxas walked through the maze of streets, eyes locked ahead.

"How did I know this would happen?" a voice called. Roxas couldn't tell where it had come from, but he knew it was Axel's.

The boy continued walking. He would not let Axel stop him…wherever he was. Finally he passed him a couple yards ahead, Number Eight's arms crossed as he leaned against the city walls. Roxas tried not to notice him.

"Your mind's made up?" he asked with his head down. Roxas stopped, slinging his head over his shoulder.

"Why did the Keyblade chose me?" he questioned blankly, "I have to know."

Axel lost his cool position, leaning forward and glaring at his son. "You can't turn on the Organization!" he snarled. "You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!" he tried to reason.

Roxas focused angrily back at his destination. "No one would miss me." He tossed the cold words Axel's way and continued on his way.

"That's not true…" Axel stated sadly as he pounded his fists down, "I would."

But his confession hadn't even traveled into Roxas' ears. At least, he thought they hadn't. The man stood there for a minute, watching his son leave to he didn't know where. But he's a nobody, nothing can even happen to him. Plus, I've trained him well. Sora's the real one to worry about, he tried to tell himself. Axel turned around, ready to head back to Castle Oblivion to give Marluxia, and himself, what he deserved.