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Character(s): Axel & Sora.
Content: Axel, being the ~~stalker~~ good lookout/friend he is, has spied himself a Sora to blame for Roxas' absence.
Setting: the Café Sora and Rinzler had found themselves in.
Time: Slightly backdated. Late afternoon. Let's go with Week 29?
Warnings: some good ol' fashioned violence?

There wasn't much that escaped number VIII, especially when he was on high alert. Roxas had failed to show up at their planned meeting and of course, the redhead was ready to find the source of the problem. There were plenty of people in the city who were planting all sorts of strange ideas into his head, and there was no doubt in his mind that at least one of them was the reason for his failure to show.

Of course, there were a few names at the top of that list. Sora being one of them.

Axel had had his eyes glued to the brunette kid for a little while now, up to and including watching him and that weirdo helmet guy go into the café. The redhead's post was a building across the way, perched on the rooftop. It would be too public to confront Sora inside and if he was playing buddy buddy with that guy, well, there was no sense in piling the odds up against him, even if Axel was sure he could take both of them without breaking a sweat.

Arms across his chest, he leaned over the side of the ledge, hood up, watching the door carefully for when they'd make their exit, and preferrably, go their separate ways.

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Sora would eventually exit the cafe alone, with "wierdo helmet guy" nowhere in sight.

Sora sighed heavily, he wasn't sure what to make of Rinzler. He just seemed quiet, and anti-social, and since Sora knew plenty of people like that who could still be friendly.

When the brunette left the building, Axel immediately perked up from his stake-out point, and began to move. He wanted to follow Sora to a quieter area... heaven forbid their conversation be interrupted. That would just be horrible etiquette. No, this had to be perfect.

Without even realizing it, his grip on the side of the roof's contour tightened. When he looked down, he was puzzled for a moment as to why... what was so different about this kid from the others?

"The keyblade's chosen. Hmph."

Sora was completely unaware that he had company, and somewhat lost in his thoughts, as he headed down the streets of the city.

It would make it that much easier for someone to get the drop on him.

Now here was a chance. As Sora made a turn, the redhead made his move. He took a step backwards into a portal of darkness, re-appearing behind the key bearer, hood still up, his face still obscured in the shadow it cast. "You know, some people would warn you how dangerous it can be, walking these streets alone."

When he first became aware that there was someone behind him, he almost summoned his Keyblade, but once he recognized the voice that spoke, he stopped and spun around to face him.

"Axel?!" His face might have been obscured, but there was no mistaking that voice.

Well, since there was no point in hiding anymore, Axel threw back his hood, revealing a bemused grin. "That's right~" he confirmed in a sing-song voice. "I'm so flattered that you remember."

"Why wouldn't I remember you?" He replied sincerely.

Something in the back of his mind tried to remind him that Axel was still an Organization member, and even if Sora considered him a friend, Axel might not, so he would need to keep his guard up...

"Paixao does strange things you know," he was almost trying to sound sincere as he tapped the side of his head. "Can't assume too much with anyone, being trapped in a place like this... eh Keyblade Master?" Axel slowly drew his arms back to his sides, narrowing his green eyes as he kept them locked onto his target.

"But there's no way you'd go and do something like that now, is there?"

"What are you talking about?"

He knew that memories sometimes didn't line up, and that nearly all of his friends didn't know it. But he didn't want Axel as an enemy, not after what he did for him in the corridor of darkness.

"Just a friendly warning. You get me? W-A-R-N-I-N-G. A little bird tells me you're getting awfully chummy with, shall we say... the wrong crowd," as he continues, his tone and expression seemed to grow more serious.

"The wrong crowd?"

What was Axel going on about? What did he even want? This little encounter was just succeeding in making Sora confused.

"I'm not referring to just anybody you know," it was almost a low growl that came out immediately to follow the words. Was this kid dense? He was really one of the pests getting in between him and Roxas? It was downright ridiculous! "But then again, most people would just call us nobody wouldn't they?" he snapped, and extended his arms outwards, summoning his chakrams.

When Axel summoned his chakrams, Oblivion summoned itself up, as the Keyblade tended to do when there was immediate, apparent danger.

"If there's something wrong just tell me, Axel"

"Wrong? Hah! How's about we just set it right instead!" And with that, the chakram's lit aflame, as Axel jumps back, spinning one idly in his hand as he launches the other towards Sora. "Let's see whatcha got!"

Sora called up a Reflega spell soon enough for the chakram to connect with it, shattering the barrier into a spray of light.

"Axel, what are you doing?"

As the weapon was deflected Axel held out his hand to catch it again on the way back, caught off guard by the intensity of the burst of light. With chakram back in hand, he shielded his face and staggered backwards. When it subsided, he relaxed his arms again, and revealed a sneer.

"Something you should understand well, Keyblade Master! Protecting what's mine! Burn, baby!" and with that, he lifted both arms above his head, a rush of flames sent out to engulf Sora, dissipating a moment later.

Sora wished Axel would stop acting like that and just explain what was wrong. He wished that Axel understood that, whatever it was, Sora would probably help.

When the fire bloomed up around Sora, he tired to call up Reflega again, but was a moment too late. But Sora had gotten hit with worse attacks, it was nothing a well placed Curaga wouldn't fix.

"Just tell me!" Sora yelled once the fire dissipated.

"Grrr," the redhead let a low growl escape him, growing more and more frustrated that his attacks weren't connecting on the level he wanted them to.

"Isn't that convenient! Don't even realize what you're getting yourself into do you?!" the aggrevation was starting to become more evident, as he flung himself forward, bringing down his weapons in a variety of strikes, wanting more than anything just to be able to land a hit with his own hands!

Sora held up his Keyblade to guard against Axel's attacks. He wasn't about to go on the offensive in this fight, he just hoped that he would be able to hold out long enough that Axel would get worn out, or bored, or something.

The clang bang of weapon on weapon was enough force to send VIII reeling backwards again. When he regained his footing, he ran his sleeve underneath his nose, still scowling. "Whatsa matter? Ain't got any fight in you?!"

"No, I don't want to fight! I just wanna know what's wrong!"

Sora stepped closer to Axel, holding his hands out by his side and loosening his grip on his Keyblade. He was trying to show that he wanted to be friendly. He wasn't about to put his guard down completely, though, one wrong move from Axel and he'd be on the defensive again.

Axel kept his distance this time, his shoulders heaving slightly with the air he took in. But he's looking down his nose at you, and pointing at you accusingly, chakram's still in hand, though they're no longer lit. "You shouldn't be here. And worst of all, you shouldn't be hanging around him!"

It clicked for Sora, finally.

"Do you mean Roxas? Why shouldn't I be hanging around him? He's my friend!"

And if Axel was worried about Roxas, then Sora was completely willing to help both of them make things right. Though, he doubted it would be easy to convince Axel to let him help.

"Your friend?" he spat, almost appalled by his usage of the word. Why, just Sora being around him was a threat! Not to mention being around him! It was like they were a walking target... threats even to themselves. "If he really was your friend then you'd stay away."

"That doesn't make any sense, Axel!" Why would he stay away from a friend? Especially one that needed help?

"Don't you get it?" his anger was flaring up again. If Sora stayed around him, there's so many things that could go wrong. What if Roxas started disappearing? What if Sora convinced him to leave the Organization's ranks? And what if... Roxas started having more fun with him instead...? "You're the threat here, Keyblade Master! Hanging around with you is just going to stir up more trouble!"

"But I just wanna help him." He replied, "And I wanna help you, you're my friend too."

Of course, the way Axel was acting made it clear that Axel wasn't his friend. And that made Sora feel horrible.

Friend? ... What? VIII was caught off guard by that. So much so, that he paused in action and stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. Who the hell did this kid think he was? As the cogs in his mind began to turn... his expression hardened again.

"I see... I get it now..." and with that, the flames ignited around him again. "You just throw that word around like it means nothing. Is that it?!"

"No, of course not. That's not what I mean" Sora replied frantically, "I want to be friends with you, Axel!"

And why wouldn't he? After the way Axel had helped him on the way to the World That Never Was. Of course, Sora knew that Axel didn't know about that. That Axel was supposed to be his enemy.

The words were no longer reaching Axel's ears. He was acting out on pure instinct now. The desire to protect what was his. And as far as he was concerned, Sora stood as an obstacle between him and getting things back to normal! He was beyond being reasoned with at that moment, disappearing into a cloud of shadows, and reappearing above Sora, poised ready to strike with his chakrams. "Yiii-AHHH!"

When Sora heard Axel yelling, he spun around and prepared to guard against any attack Axel was throwing at him.

"Axel! Stop!" He yelled, hoping that, somehow, it would reach him. He didn't want to fight.

Axel was huffing and puffing at this point. Exerting more energy than he thought, as his attack was yet again repelled. He was sent skidding backwards, landing on one knee, and looking up at Sora, with what almost seemed like genuine anger flashing in his green eyes...

"What's the matter?! Why don't you fight back, huh?!"

"Because, I don't want to." He replied, taking a few steps closer to Axel. If it wern't for the fact that he didn't know if Axel would lash out and try to attack, he would have dismissed his Keyblade. "I don't wanna be your enemy, Axel."

What. He didn't want to?! "That's not just a decision you get to make, so sorry to have to be the one to tell you!" he shouted, something about it seeming all too familiar...

Roxas...

Axel took another look at Sora, and narrowed his eyes again. "You see this coat? That means I'm the bad guy. Or haven't you heard? You don't have a choice Sora."

"Maybe I don't. But you do."

Sora knew Axel could be better than this, that he was better than this. Sora had seen it. But that was entirely up to Axel, now. Sora had done all he could, he'd extended the offer of friendship, Axel just had to decide whether or not he should take it.

Surprise flooded his face for a moment -- before turning back into a scowl. "Just what is that supposed to mean?" he had to admit, curiosity was getting the best of him on this one, of all these things he was alluding to... Why did it seem as though he knew something?!

Yeah, Sora knew something. But he couldn't just tell Axel that he had died saving him. Axel probably wouldn't react well.

"It means you don't have to be the bad guy"

But, all things considered, Axel probably thought he didn't have that choice, at least, that's how Sora saw it. That the Organization was the only option he had. And Sora was beginning to realize that, maybe, this was just a waste of time. Why had he thought that becoming friends with Axel would be so easy?

There was silence, as he stood there, attempting to process the turn of events. He'd come into this hoping to resolve it -- to separate Roxas and Sora forever to ensure nothing else happened to his friend.

"Heh." A chuckle finally broke the intensity of the quiet. He waved his arms behind him, the chakrams disappearing into the dead space with the motion. "What would you know? You're just a kid."

Sora let the Keyblade disappear, since it was clear the fight was over, if you could even call it a fight. Sora just frowned at Axel. He couldn't say he was surprised by Axel's reaction, or how dismissive it was. But, oh, did Sora wish this had gone better.

"Whatever you say, Axel..."

Axel frowned. At first, it was almost sad, but as his eyebrows furrowed downward, it began to appear more bitter. "You sound just like him," he nearly spat. "But you don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

Sora replied, practically glaring at Axel now. His... stubborness was beginning to get on Sora's nerves.

The redhead waved off his question, not dignifying it with an answer quite yet. It would have been like talking to a wall, anyway. The kid obviously couldn't grasp the severity of the situation. "So what?" he jumped to another subject instead, "that's it? You're not going to try and purify me? Use that key to unlock my secrets? My heart? If you ask me, Keyblade Master, it'd be wise to quit while you're ahead."

Sora opened his mouth to reply to Axel, but after a moment, he deflated. He didn't have a good enough answer for that. He didn't think there was a good enough answer for that.

"I'm sorry, Axel..."

"Sorry?" his expression seemed to twist in confusion. "You're sorry?" The Nobody took a step back, the darkness opening behind him, as their thorns began to wrap themselves around, as he took another step back. "You don't know what sorry is..." he added under his breath, a solemn expression taking over his features finally, as he disappeared.

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