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Spotting Roxas was a lot easier than he had originally expected. His blonde hair and blue eyes made him blend in incredibly well with the citizens, though Timon could always tell the difference between a citizen and visitor by smell alone, appearances worked most efficiently. Today… Or tonight however, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was, the station was completely empty. Most, if not all citizens had taken refuge from the darkness in their own homes. This was why when he knew it could only be the boy when he saw someone sitting on one of the many station benches.

“Hey, kid!” he cried out when approaching the blonde. “Didn’t think you’d-”

Suddenly the rodent came to a halt. His eyes grew wide in alarm and wandered wildly around the area as though in search of something. Instead of continuing toward Roxas he began to step back, stumbling the first few steps. He knew that smell, that unmistakable and overpowering stench of darkness. This was no mere Heartless, it was one of them; Organization XIII. Timon didn’t know how they’d found him but somehow they did – unless he’d gone unnoticed somehow. Maybe they were just passing by? He couldn’t see anyone else but the Organization had always been tricky. He scrambled to find somewhere, anywhere to hide.

Roxas was about to answer the meerkat's call when Timon suddenly freaked out.

"Hey! Timon! What's wrong?" he shouted, standing up and starting to run toward the diminutive creature, to protect him if need be. He thought better of summoning the Keyblade, but his fingers twitched. He could only hope that Timon hadn't seen another member of the Organization.

Freaked out? That was putting it mildly. Timon was outright horrified. The moment Roxas began running toward him he too began to run – in the opposite direction. The Organization member was behind him, following them. Surely they knew by now he was there. The blonde had even called his name. The meerkats panic only increased at this while he forced himself into the first available hiding spot he could find: a mailbox. It hung from the stations wall, the flap on the side making it more than easy to get access to it. Timon burrowed into the box between the uncollected letters, his eyes all that could be seen in the darkness.

Doing his best to catch his breath, he waited in silence. Had he lost them?

"What's with him?" Roxas mumbled as he opened the mailbox Timon dove into. He peered inside, blinking a couple times. Timon was all the way at the bottom, and was huddled against a corner. It was rather comical, really, and the Nobody had to try not to laugh.

"Are you all right?" he asked, hoping the meerkat wouldn't dash over his shoulder and keep running, leaving Roxas right back where he started.

Luckily for Roxas the meerkat did not jump out of the box however he failed to show any signs of talking either. He only seemed to push himself further into the corner he had taken refuge in, as though trying to force himself through the wall. They were so close he could feel them. Somehow they had found him. Had they followed him - or perhaps had someone lead them to him? Timon stared at the boy. Had he told them where they were meeting? Had this all just been a trap? Why would he... His eyes somehow widened further than they already had. No, he had made a mistake. This boy, he was one of them. It all made sense now.

In absolute shock Timon finally opened his mouth. At first nothing came out but after a moment of gawking words formed. “Please, don’t hurt me!” he begged, regardless of how useless it was. “I’ll… I’ll do anything, anything you want! You name it. Consider it done!”

Edited 2009-09-09 03:46 (UTC)

Roxas felt his stomach drop as Timon answered. He let the flap of the mailbox fall from his hand, and turned around to walk away, talking to himself. "Great...the only one who will tell me anything is scared to death of me. Maybe I should just give up, like Axel said." He looked up, not caring that the bright lights were almost blinding him.

"It must really be better if I don't ever know what's going on." Something felt off, but Roxas ignored it.

Timon wasn’t sure what happened but for some reason the Nobody had closed the lid. His first thought was that they boy planned to take him captive in the box, however it did not feel as though the box had been moved or even touched since he had closed the lid. The thought of him stabbing the box with a sharp object then came to mind, along with several other painful ends he would meet. He closed his eyes and waited, only to find that oddly nothing happened. Actually, it felt as though the Nobodies presence was leaving. A new thought reached his mind. Did they just let him go?

Hesitant at first, the meerkat slowly poked his out of the mailbox to find that sure enough the boy had begun to walk away. He tilted his head to the side, listening to the blonde’s words in curiosity. Somehow he doubted the boy knew that he could still hear him. If he were a member of the Organization, why would he need to go to an outsider for answers? Why wouldn’t anyone tell him anything? Timon suspected this to be a trick, yet could not help but wonder if it wasn’t. This was certainly interested – though still absolutely terrifying for the fact it was Organization Thirteen. He narrowed his eyes at the boy. Now that he thought about, this boy reminded him of someone. Blonde hair, blue eyes, may or may not be working for the Organization… It was only on a whim the name came to mind.

“Roxas?”

The Nobody blinked once when he heard his name, then spun around. "...How do you know my name?" Now it was Roxas' turn to be suspicious. He hadn't told anyone his name since he got here. So why would Timon know it?

Did...did Timon know him? Just like Riku had? A pleading look came to Roxas' eyes. "Do you know anything else about me?" A pause. "...Or about Sora?"

Now this was unexpected. The meerkat’s head quickly flood with questions at the Nobodies response. It was not only the fact that he was Roxas but the emotion he had caught in his eyes. That hadn’t been real, had it? As far as he knew Nobodies couldn’t feel emotions, a result of their absent hearts. This one however… He seemed different. Completely clueless compared to the others, wandering about in search of answers from strangers. Timon shifted uncertainly in the mailbox, considering this yet another one of Organization Thirteen’s tricks. It certainly could. Although the look he had caught in the boy’s eyes, even for them, it seemed too real to fake. After all, what did they know of emotions, never mind hold the skill to mimic them?

He’d take the chance.

“Lucky guess?” he sheepishly answered, shrugging after he had fully climbed out of the mailbox. “You’re the thirteenth member of the Organization, a group of Nobodies who search for ‘the key’ and the hearts of others. Whether or not you’re still with Organization is unclear but the fact that you’re different isn’t. I don’t know a lot about you but definitely about Sora and the rest of your fellow – er, or previous organization members. They’ve been keeping busy in the city.”

Without even thinking, Roxas summoned Oblivion, and pointed it at Timon. "'Lucky guess' doesn't cut it," he said with a hard edge to his voice. He thought for a moment about what else Timon knew, and Oblivion went back to the shadows.

'Different' was a word Roxas had started to dislike. It was the Organization's excuse for everything. Roxas was "special," he was the only one with the Keyblade...he was the only one who wouldn't be told what was going on.

Then another thing Timon said hit home. "Wait...what do you mean 'still with the Organization?'" Riku hadn't said anything about Roxas actually leaving, only that eventually he'd meet Sora--this guy who he knew almost nothing about. What else hadn't been said?

The sudden appearance of the weapon struck Timon by surprise. He stumbled back, paws raised defensively. “Look, all I know is what Riku told me and it sure wasn’t a lot. With your goons always watching spreading information like this is the type of thing that’ll get a kat killed – or worse! We hardly talked about you. It’s not like you were around at the time. Besides, there were other things to deal with. No offence or anything. All he said was that you had blonde hair, blue eyes and that he was uncertain if you were still with the Organization. He didn’t go into any more detail than that.”

With that said, a wave of relief came over him when the Oblivion vanished. A sigh escaped him. He went to lean against the wall, however completely missed and fell from the mailbox and onto the ground. In a wild scrabble he pulled himself from the ground and cleared his throat. As though nothing had happened, he casually dusted himself off, showing the slightest sign of embarrassment. Timon did notably shift away from the Nobody though. The fact that he had drawn his weapon proved to the meerkat that he was still dangerous. “As I was about to say, I’d tell you to ask Riku yourself but he hasn’t been around in some time. I can’t help you there.”

Roxas let out an exaggerated sigh. What Riku told Timon...so that must not have been anything more than what the guy had told Roxas. So much for that idea. He shook his arm a little, trying to release some of the tension. Maybe...he was expecting more than he should be.

And then Timon rather comically fell out of the mailbox. Roxas felt himself smiling. "Why don't we go sit down?"

“You sit down, I’ll stand.” He told Roxas, still uncertain of the boy. His smile offered some comfort but in an unusual way. Not only was it the fact that a Nobody was genially smiling at him but that it seemed all too familiar, like he knew it from somewhere. Needless to say he had never met Roxas before in his life, it struck Timon as odd. At the same time however it only enticed his curiosity further. He may have never wanted to get involved the Organization again, especially after his most recent experience with them, but this seemed deeper than anything he had ever gotten into before. It was impossible to resist.

The meerkat turned back toward the bench the blonde had previously been seated on. “Now, what else did you want to know?” He asked as he gestured for Roxas to sit down. He had the feeling this would take awhile.

This was the part where Roxas had to take a moment to think. How much should he tell Timon? How much did he need to? He sat down, and stared at his palms for a second. The pose made him look rather melancholy.

"I'm supposed to be 'connected' to Sora, but...I don't know anything about him."

“Connected?” Timon repeated. Did Roxas mean they were related somehow? He scratched his head in thought and looked the boy over. Well, they certainly could be, they definitely looked alike. Perhaps that was why his smile looked so familiar; it was a lot like Sora’s. The weapon he had summoned also seemed similar, now that he thought about it. Did Sora not carry something similar? He shook his head. “Look, if you’re gonna drag me into some big family affair I want nothing to do with this, got it? I’ll tell you what I know but you can’t pin this on me if anybody asks. The last thing I need is more people after me. Be creative and make something up, but make sure it’s something believable.”

With that said, he brought his paw up his chin and began to pace. “Well, we’ll start with the basics. Sora is a goofy looking kid with pointy hair and big feet. He carries some kinda stick like yours which he uses as a weapon. He came from the same world as the Organization, as well as Riku, Repliku, Mickey and Kairi. In heroic fashion he travelled world to world to defend it from darkness and the Organization which threatened it. Eventually he, Riku and Mickey got down the source and took down the entire Organization themselves.”

Roxas listened quietly until the last part. "I won't tell anyone I talked to you, but...you said the entire Organization. Does that...include...me?" His hands shook, and his voice didn't fare much better. It didn't sound like what Riku said, but what if that was what really was going to happen?

The meerkat fell silent. How was he supposed to tell a kid they were going to, well… ? He couldn’t bring himself to think of it, never mind say it. Maybe there was another way around it. Timon had always been good at finding such things. He did however make eye contact with Roxas until he was sure he’d come up with a proper response. Luckily this only took a matter of seconds.

“Well, who’s to say being defeated means… Hu?” The rodent began, still incapable of completing his train of thought. He shrugged at the boy and smiled calmly. “It doesn’t have to. Besides, it’s not clear whether or not you’re with the Organization still at that point. If you weren’t, I don’t see any reason why they’d be after you. I mean, it’s not like you’d be a threat or anything.” Timon placed a paw caringly onto Roxas’ shoe as he continued to look up at him. “You can still change things.”

The meerkat's touch wasn't very comforting, and neither were his words. Roxas' face was cold and distant. He was still shaking, and he felt his eyes starting to water and burn. A Nobody...crying. What was he?

"How do you know that?" he asked, sounding every bit the angry, emotional teenager that he was convinced he wasn't.

Timon was every bit as confused as Roxas when it came to the boy’s unusual display of emotions. It wasn’t as though they were subtle either. However, one thing he was sure of at this point was that they were real. He struggled to wrap his mind around the concept, wondering if he had been wrong about the others. The meerkat recalled the others having shown minor emotion but nothing nearly as dramatic as this one. Perhaps because they were all older they were more reserved? Whatever the reason, he would have to accept the fact that he’d have to get involved with Organization Eleven once again if he ever wished to find an answer.

A distance from the blonde once again, a result of his angry outburst, the rodent sighed. “Because opportunity in knocking so loud over here you can practically hear it from a watering hole away. Not to mention how you can always change both the present and the future. If Rafreaky were here he’d give you a break down of the whole thing but seeing as he’s not, and that he gives lousy advise anyway, I will gladly enlighten you."

Edited 2009-09-15 20:35 (UTC)

Roxas took his eyes off Timon, staring at the palms of his hands like they told his fortune. "...It can't be that easy. They'll come after me..." he mumbled darkly. This whole thing was a bad idea. If anyone in the Organization found out he was here...

He stood up off the bench, too tense for sitting down to be comfortable. He wiped his eyes with the back of a wrist, and looked down at the meerkat.

The rodent looked right back up at Roxas, eyes wide and full of wonder. There was a hint of worry as well, however Timon would deny its existence completely if ever questioned. He proceeded to move away from the Nobody, unsure what he’d do next. Who knew, maybe if the boy didn’t like what he was told he’d step on him? The meerkat wouldn’t put it past him – though still be absolutely outraged by it. He grit his teeth in thought.

“Who will come after you?” Timon asked, tilting his head to the side in question. “The Organization? You just gotta learn to lay low for awhile. Disguise yourself. They can’t come for you if they don’t know where you are. I mean, you could easily pass as a citizen to any human. Are Nobodies really that different? ” The redhead paused. “Okay, maybe they are but that doesn’t mean they can’t be tricked either. Maybe you could do something different with your hair or wear a hat? It’s not like you guys can tell each other apart that easily… Can you?”

"I don't think it'll be that easy," the Nobody answered gloomily.

He thought for a minute, forgetting that Timon was there. Axel would be definitely be sent after him...the thought brought that same empty feeling he'd had when he mentioned Axel to Riku. Roxas didn't like that feeling at all. And Axel wouldn't hesitate, not for a second. Roxas' stomach fell to his knees, and he almost lurched forward with it. If the Organization was going to send someone, why did it have to be the one he was always partnered with?

All that...just to know who he really was. Leaving the Organizaiton, having to fight Axel, and probably more than that, too. Was it really going to be worth it?

Now he was repeating himself. Timon slapped a paw against his forehead and gave a trademark ‘oi’. “I heard you the first time, kid. But I never said it would be easy either.” At least, he didn’t think he did. For the amount of time he had spent running from the Organization he knew better than anyone how difficult it could be. However, somehow he doubted Roxas knew of his hardships – not that he ever planned to tell the boy. He suspected he would read is memories by the end of their meeting anyway, they always did. He frowned at the thought and folded his arms across his chest.

“It’ll be hard, I know. But really, you’re better off without them. You don’t belong with them, you’re better than them. They’re just a bad influence on you. If worse comes to worse, you could just lie. I mean, who says you have to actually tell them you’re leaving, hu? What if you just left? You could say you’re working on a side project like your autobiography.”

Roxas blinked a couple times, trying to process everything Timon had just said. He'd barely been paying any attention. He stayed quiet for a while longer.

"But if I leave..." I won't see Axel again. Roxas didn't finish the sentence out loud.

"I'll have to fight them sooner or later..." he whispered. Alone.

“We will. You’re in the same boat as the rest of us. However, just because you have to fight them it doesn’t mean it has to be alone. I’m sure you can find plenty of people to help you. I mean, I would – after you repay your debt to me, of course. But just about everyone in the city is against the Organization. No offence or anything but they’re quite the sleazebags. Everyone would like to give ‘em a taste of their own medicine.” Timon shook his fist up at the boy with enthusiasm. “If Sora, Riku and Mickey could do it, so can we.”

So much for getting out of all this.

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"What is the Organization doing, that no one likes them?" It was too late for Roxas to pretend anymore, so he figured he could reveal that they didn't tell him anything anyway. He didn't even know why he was with the Organization in the first place, much less why he hadn't left after he'd talked with Riku.

“What are they doing?!” The meerkat repeated in disbelief. “Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I mean, it’s even all over the message board! You contaminated the city’s water, kidnapped dozens of innocent visitors and tortured and experimented on them. Not to mention all the other trouble you’ve caused around the city trying to manipulate people and everything. Don’t you know anything?!”

"No they don't!" Roxas snapped. "They don't tell me anything! The only orders I ever get are to go out and destroy Heartless, I don't even know what they're doing here!" His breathing was heavy, and brought his shoulders up and back down with each breath.

"If I knew what they were doing here, I probably wouldn't want to leave..."

Destroy the heartless? Why would they ever want to do that? Weren’t the Heartless helping them? Didn’t they control them? Suddenly Timon realized just how little he knew about the Organization. He brought his paws to his head where he began to pull on his hair in frustration. Roxas seemed to be raising more questions than answers. Then again, it was Timon who was expected to be supplying the boy all these answers. Answers to things he didn’t even know about. A groan escaped him.

“You support what they’ve been doing?!” the redhead cried, waving his paws in the air franticly. “You think that’s okay? Are you out of your mind, kid? Why would you ever want to stay with them after all they’ve done, everything you’re planning to do?! I’ve seen and made some pretty bad choices in my life but nothing as stupid as this here. Do you even hear what you’re saying? Oi, you’re better than all this. You’re practically digging your own grave here!” He looked away from the boy and covered his face with a paw.

“… Don’t you control the Heartless?” he asked.

Dammit, Roxas. From behind one of the buildings, Axel stood with his arms laced across his chest, his head down. He had chosen to conceal himself by the hood of his robe this time, blending in quite well with the shadows the nearby walls were casting. He was a safe enough distance away, he thought, but was still able to keep an eye on the pair. Of course, he couldn't quite make out everything that they were saying, but... there was definitely a lot of 'Sora' being discussed. He knew Roxas well enough to figure he would go about things his own way, anyway.

The redhead smirked at that. He would have done the exact same thing himself.

But this was bad news, these little tête-à-têtes Roxas was so bent on having. If the Organization found out about this, no doubt they'd be furious. Marluxia had been hunted down like a dog, and, while Axel hated to admit it, that guy was pretty cunning.

Choosing to keep his position for a while longer, he leaned back into the bricks behind him, peering over in the direction of his friend.

Great. Just...great. Now Roxas was being blamed not only for something he didn't do, but that he didn't even know about.

"What am I supposed to do?" he whispered. Then he shook his head, and was quite suddenly much less emotional. "No, we don't control the Heartless. Apparently the stupid things will listen to just about anyone. That's why Maleficent's been controlling them."

He was glad for the brief chance to change the subject.

“You’re supposed to leave! Forget about ‘em! Vamoose! Avida say. So on and so forth. Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said? They don’t care about you and if they ever did it was only for their own benefit. If anything they’re probably using you! Open your eyes, kid! Wake up and smell the coffee. Because nobody – no pun intended – can change this but you.” The meerkat sighed. “Just think about it, that’s all I’m saying.”

So, Heartless would obey anyone, hu? Did this include all Heartless or just the shadows that had been creeping around the city? He scratched his head at the thought. Did this mean he too could order the Heartless to do his bidding? The rodent wondered. “No kidding…” He replied thoughtfully. “Is that all Heartless or just shadows? And, if you know, is there anything else you’re controlling in the city?”

"They can't care about me. We're Nobodies...we can't care about anything." The words sounded weird as Roxas spoke them, but yet again he had no idea why. It was just like everything else since he'd come here. He was just like them, without emotions, so why could he feel these things? His pulse had been racing and he was crying when he thought he was going to die...what was that, if it wasn't emotion? Was it something else, that only Nobodies had? No...none of the others had ever done the same thing. Not even Axel, even though the redhead had always said that he and Roxas were "friends."

"Just the less Nobodies, but I'm not sure if they've ever been used, except to spy on one of our own. They'll stand out if you see them, they're silver and covered in zippers." Roxas was pretty sure that bit of knowledge wouldn't make any difference, especially since the Nobodies really hadn't even shown themselves to the people brought into the city.

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to get at! How many times do I have to repeat myself to get it through that thick skull of yours, hu? You’re being used! USED! And when they’re done with you they’re just gonna cast you aside, anyway! So what does it really matter if you leave now or later? Other than save yourself a lot of trouble and frustration. Oh, and, of course, the being used part. Maybe it’s just me, but you seem different than the others. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing, in fact it could be a very good thing, I just don’t think it has to be as bad as the others are making it seem.”

“Just the Nobodies, hu?” The meerkat had his doubts but decided Roxas simply did not know of any higher power they controlled. Like he had said, the Organization did seem to keep him out of a lot of things. So far he didn’t seem to know really anything, something Timon had found more than surprising. “So I’m right after all… Do you know what they’re planning now? The Organization, I mean.”

"I KNOW!" Roxas yelled. "I know..." He grimaced and looked away for a moment. "Riku told me that right after I came here. I'm Sora's Nobody, I'm not supposed to exist, I'm a fake! I'm their tool! I KNOW THAT!" The Nobody got louder and louder, so that the last words echoed throughout the entire station.

"I just...I can't leave yet, all right? There's still too much about me that I don't know, and if I try to run I might never have a chance to find out any of it. I'm...I'm sorry."

The blond Nobody turned away and took a step toward the door. "And I already told you...i don't know what they're up to. I only do my job."

The distance between Timon and the Nobody extended, even before he had moved toward the door. His outburst was more than enough to cause the meerkat to jump back a few feet. A Nobody that could ‘feel’ was surely as dangerous, if not more so, than one that could not. However, they were also a lot more lax of the tongue. It was unwise to think such a thing but Timon was certain he could manipulate Roxas into revealing things other members of the Organization would not, regardless of the boy’s protests so far. He may not have known everything the Organization was doing, or so he said, but there were definitely other things he knew about them that the rodent was sure could prove useful.

Unsure how to respond to Roxas, especially after what he had said, the redhead simply stared at him. Roxas… Was Sora’s Nobody? Sora had… But he had just spoken with the boy. Did this mean… Did the darkness…? No, that wasn’t possible – was it? He frowned at the thought. There was a lot more to this than he had thought and with no one to turn to for answers he was beginning to feel as lost as Roxas. He was the one with all the answers, the one that everyone turned to… But if he had a question, who was he to turn to? He would never ask the Organization.

Placing his paws on his hips, Timon stepped forward and scowled. “Stop yelling at me!” he shouted in return. “I don’t know where you got this stupid idea that you ain’t worth anything but I’m tellin’ you right now you’re acting a complete mook. A lot of people aren’t supposed to exist but they do and instead of crying over it they go and make something of themselves. You don’t have to apologize to me just get your head outta the mud hole and pull it together, kid.” He sighed. “I get what you’re trying to do… And if want, I’ll help you any way I can to find out the truth, just as long as you keep the Organization outta this. I mean, let’s face it. They’re not going to help you anyway.”

Roxas took a deep breath, then sighed. "Thanks...but I'd rather look on my own." There was no way that Roxas could keep the entire Organization away, especially not if they figured out what he was up to. There had to be some reason they weren't telling him all that information. And if anyone else got involved, Roxas was sure the Organization would have no problems with eliminating them to keep those secrets safe.

Sooner or later, he would probably leave...it was apparently going to happen anyway. For now, though, it was easier to just keep taking orders.

Timon looked more insulted by Roxas’ response than anything else. The Nobody had already gotten him involved. He couldn’t just abandon him now. Why, he practically owed it to the meerkat to include him on his quest of truth, or at least on the details about it. He could do without the danger, personally. He narrowed his eyes at the boy but quickly realized being forceful would make it even more unlikely he would include the rodent.

“Hey, this ain’t a one man’s job.” He said softly. “You know just as well as I do how hard it is to get anything out of the Organization. And though you might not want my help, you should at least think about it. Who else do you really have to turn to?”

Roxas gasped. "N-no one..." he admitted. He couldn't trust Axel to help, not after the guy had already told Roxas to stop looking for answers. For all he knew, Axel was keeping secrets because Xemnas wanted him to. "But I thought you didn't want to get involved with the Organization."

“I don’t.” Timon replied, his turn to admit to the truth. “But I’m pullin’ for you, kid. I want to see things work out for you. Besides, I don’t really have to get involved with them per say. I mean, you’re you. Not one of them – well, one of them but you know what I mean. Like I said, they don’t have to know. I’m not gonna tell ‘em anything. I don’t plan on talking to them at all. You can butter them up enough for the both of us. I’ll deal with the rest of the city. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere in this place. If anyone else from your world shows up, I’ll know. Really, what have you got to lose?”

Everything, Roxas thought. He was a Nobody...who he was was all he really had.

"Why...Why do you want to help me? You don't have to do anything at all for me."

Axel cringed from his spot in the darkness. Roxas was really starting to tread on thin ice now. How was he supposed to look out for the blond when he just kept digging himself into a deeper hole? Didn't he know that he wasn't just the Organization's whipping boy? Didn't he know that... they were -- friends?

The redhead's teeth clenched as he remained still, and hated every minute that he did nothing about it. He couldn't do anything about it. If Roxas knew he was keeping tabs on the kid, he'd... probably be just as angry with him as he was with the rest of the crew.

No... this was going to take a bit more planning, if he hoped to shelter Roxas from the wrath of the Organization, while still trying to keep the cloaked figures from paying too much attention to their thirteenth member...

“I know I don’t.” He said with a smirk. “I just want to. Is there a problem with that?”

The Organization was already using Roxas, did it really make a difference whether or not he used the Nobody too? Besides, it was not as though he was forcing the boy to tell him anything, so far Roxas had told him everything out of free will. True, he did have the off wish for things to work out for the blonde but he suspected this because the Nobody reminded him so greatly of Sora… Or was Sora… Or something. That was another thing he wanted; answers. If the boy delivered, there was no sense in just breaking contact with him, Nobody or not. If he wanted to keep up with the Organization, above all other reasons, this was the best route.

Roxas shook his head. "You'll probably get hurt...or worse. Tell me, why are you so interested about me? Is there something that you wanna know too?"

That was pretty much the only explanation that Roxas could think of, since he was lacking in his other's sense of altruism--however many other mannerisms he shared with the boy.

He was getting suspicious, wasn’t he? Not that Timon blamed him; he would be equally, if not more so, himself. Then again, what did a Nobody know when it came to care for another. They didn’t have feeling… Roxas, maybe – but did he understand them? The meerkat was sure he could use this to sway the boy’s thoughts.

“Something I want to know? I think you got me all wrong here, kid. I just want to help. It probably sounds strange to you but you can care for a total stranger. You care about a lot of weird things when you have a heart. Maybe when you regain yours you’ll see what I mean.” He joined Roxas by the door and nodded firmly. “I’ll talk to you again soon.”

Timon's answer was met with skepticism. He could get the part where people with hearts just wanted to help others sometimes, but...to just up and help someone you barely knew, when it was so dangerous? It was hard to believe.

"Huh?" He looked down at the meerkat, pulled out of his thoughts. "Oh...yeah...I'll talk to you later..." He hardly seemed like he was there at all now...almost like a zombie. He didn't mke any eye contact with Timon, nor was he watching where he was going--not that he was clumsy enough to actually hit anything.

A silent sigh pushed its way through Axel's lips, as his shoulders heaved with the effort. Great. Things were going to be even more difficult to keep track of now. He was already calculating ways to try and keep Roxas from meeting with the meerkat again, lest he get himself into even more trouble. Of course... it couldn't be for his own selfish gain that he wanted Roxas to stick around, either. No... couldn't be...

As spirals of darkness wove their way around the redhead, he seemed to sink into the bricks behind him, disappearing into the blackness. It was time to put his game face back on if he wanted to keep his head above the water, all the while towing his friend alongside of him.

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er -- i saw the thread was still open and couldn't resist... just ignore him -- he's eavesdropping!

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still just spyin on yous guys :x

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just a little closing remark. no big deal.