Finding Dawn: Together in Absence

“I let him go”

An internal jump for joy; a neutral exterior. “Why?”

“You know why” The redhead looked down at the blonde, unimpressed with his idiotic pretence. He eyes drifted away, reminiscing. “…I believe him”

Roxas fought against the smile, but couldn’t; it tugged a wry grin into the corners of his mouth. He nodded gently, “So do I.”

They shared smiles, but worry plagued Axel’s mind, Roxas could see it in his eyes. The taller man stirred, “I let him go, though…  They’ll be asking questions; How? And Why?” His brow creased, his voice growing more exasperated, “What do I tell them?!”

The blonde didn’t reply; he knew the situation was dire; Xetrep had put them in that difficult position. He just hoped that whatever Xetrep’s plan was, it worked and worked fast. Soon the two nobodies would find themselves without a shell or on the run – The only things they had left were their forms, without them they would cease to exist at all. The Organisation may have been corrupt, and misguided, but they were still powerful. That was why Axel obeyed the order to kill Xetrep.

“Roxas, I’m…” Axel paused, his face an image of anguish. What he said justified his pause; it was not something to be taken lightly.

“…I’m scared”

Roxas winced. He didn’t like to hear Axel say things like that. He had such as strong image of Axel as somebody who would protect Roxas when he couldn’t protect himself. To see him like this scared him too.

“So am I” Now they were together in their vulnerable terror: Fantastic. Roxas sighed to himself. He found himself closer to Axel than before, having shuffled nearer instinctively as he spoke. His hands fidgeted aimlessly with the tassels of Axel’s coat; not a playful fidget, but an anxious one, one drawn from the desire to do something, anything to take his mind off of things.

His handling became erratic as he became more frustrated. Axel reached down and stopped him. Roxas’ gaze drew back to meet Axel’s, tears welling in the corners of his eyes again. “Really scared”

Axel smiled, an expression filled with melancholy. A gloved hand rose to Roxas’ cheek and brushed away the tear rolling down it, “its ok… Just calm down, we’ll be alright.” His smile warmed the younger boy. Axel’s hand drew from the blonde’s cheek to his chin, and gently raised his head a little. Roxas blushed a little, but moved his head with the hand, asking, and Axel was happy to oblige. He leaned down into the smaller companion and kissed him. Gently, but with conviction. Their lips brushed and locked, Axel’s hand running through Roxas’ hair before he drew away, the smile returning. Roxas felt somehow safer as Axel drew the boy into him, his head resting against his chest.

“Come on, come with me” the redhead said to the boy nestled against him, a renewed conviction in his voice, “We can’t just let this fester. We have to do something, otherwise we won’t have a chance” The smaller boy looked up at him, just staring a moment, before nodding.

From his hiding spot from behind a nearby pillar, Zexion heard the two leave the spacious, but bland room, their footsteps growing duller and duller. He closed the hard-bound book he was reading with a heavy ‘thump’ and jerked his head to the side, replacing his fringe where he liked it. He didn’t know what to make of the conversation he had overheard, so he remained where he was for a moment, contemplating his options.

Did they have a point? Zexion never cared too much for the politics of the Organisation; he just appeared when he was needed, the rest of the time he absorbed himself into academics. But if there was corruption afoot, it was the right thing to step in and stop it, wasn’t it? But what did he know of right and wrong? What did any of the Organisation know?

Zexion sighed; he knew he’d soon be involved, one way or the other, but he was over thinking the situation as usual. He needed a counsel on the situation, and there was only one person right now who could be the objective that he needed.

A small smile crept onto his dipped head, as the darkness blossomed over him, leaving the room just as empty as it began.