Welcome Back to the Darkness

Once a heart is consumed in darkness, it breaches a point of confusion. Should it fade into nothingness, or should it leave something behind? Feelings are not omitted, and love carries on into the next division, but can it last in someone who is not meant to exist? Can it begin to return if another heart triggers it? Upon your return to Organization XIII, you've soon found that a battle of emotions has become a battle for survival. Which of your newly made "friends" will be your savior in the darkness? ---Please review!!! *Sequel to Welcome Back to the Truth [Highly suggested you read the first one before this][Familiarity for KH2]

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30. Chapter 30

"No! No, Axel; let me go!" Your body writhed in his arms as you tried to break free of his grasp. At last, you managed to wedge one of your elbows between his ribs, and he released you. Your body fell to the sand, and you curled over, hiding your face from the sun.

 

Waves lapped up against your fingertips as your chest heaved with sobs. How could this have happened? Why would Zexion be so stupid as to kill himself for your cause? He had to love you, he just had to! There was no other explanation.

 

And Saïx...his blood was on your hands too. There were a small number of beings in that castle that you would have liked to refuge before Axel had 'lit the match.' How had the fire wielder convinced himself to do such a thing with Roxas still inside? Hadn't that been the point of his leaving the first time?

 

Tears made small tracks in the sand now collected on your skin. "I don't love you, Xevia. I never have. I'm a Nobody remember? You always seem to forget that."

 

"But I loved you, Zexion; and I am a somebody. You always seem to forget that," came a small whimper from your throat as you tipped to your side pitifully.

 

Axel stood behind you, face grim with concern. Perhaps this had not been one the better ideas The Cloaked Schemer had. You were clearly in agony, and the redhead doubted he was the last person you wanted to see right now. He fought his own urges just to hold you and try to comfort you, because it was likely you would try to swipe at him. Nevertheless, it was hard to stand by while you faced so much pain.

 

Zexion, Saïx, Demyx, Roxas...how will I ever forgive myself for being the reason you disappeared? All of your work, a waste. I'm so sorry.

 

You felt so pathetic and weak. Xemnas had taken everything worthwhile from you twice now, and now there would be no making him pay. Both copies of him were erased from history, Axel the only remaining piece of the life you once had. Slowly, you forced your eyes open to gaze at him, only having a small idea of how you were hurting him.

 

He loved you, and you were crying over another man. You couldn't imagine how you looked, either. Hair strewn about, eyes puffy and red, sand all over your body, and a big ugly mark on your face...it's a wonder he walked over you to and carefully began to pick you up. If you were him, you probably would have flinched  at the sight and walked away.

 

Your face was angled toward his chest as he carried your curled body toward some sort of beach house. With one hand, you grabbed part of his organization cloak and clenched it in your fist. Why was this so hard? Hadn't they mistreated you for so long, you'd had enough?

 

The door closed behind Axel, and he made his way over to the bed. As he lowered you onto it, the sun cast a warm light upon your skin. Your eyes were closed again, and as resigned as your expression was, it almost looked as though he had lost you as well.

 

The bedroom walls, and ceiling, were glass, a stunning view of the ocean available at any time of the day. To him, it rather had the feel of the Hall of Empty Melodies. Axel silently hoped you would appreciate it, as he took a seat on a small couch nearby. He had to be patient, as you still held a heart; it would be harder on you than him to lose everything you held dear.

 

Time seemed to be in a hurry, for you lay still for a very long time. The stars replaced the sun, and the moon shone in, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. Axel heaved a sigh and scratched his chin. There hadn't been much time to think this over, and he was now wondering what he was going to do next. It wasn't guaranteed you would even stay with him.

 

Was there enough food in the house? It wasn't even his property, so it was hard to tell. Rising quietly, he made his way to the kitchen. It looked as though the building was a summer getaway, for there were very few things in the cupboard. A few cans collected dust on the shelves, the fridge was unplugged, and the furniture was covered with sheets.

 

Axel began removing the covers, revealing beautiful mahogany structures and soft, velvety seats. Nearly everything was set in seashell white, which was fitting considering it was a beach house. Next, he plugged the fridge into an outlet in the wall. Surely, he would have to go grocery shopping. Even if you weren't hungry when you woke, you had to eat something.

 

Creeping out of the house to his power wouldn't startle you, he then teleported to The World That Never Was. It was the only sure place he knew of that had food, as each organization member had to go through everyone's list and purchase a large number of items more than once. The view upon arriving, however, startled him.

 

The entire castle in the distance was up in smoke, not even properly standing anymore. There were a few walls that marked where it had once been, but what was mostly left now were ashes and coal. The Flurry of Dancing Flames stumbled to the side and caught himself on a wall. How strange that it should affect him now; he had seen the ruins of the previous castle. This place, on the other hand, had seemed more like home.

 

"How could fire destroy it so quickly? Zexion must have really doused it to put Demyx out of commission..." he said aloud, then realizing that Demyx had fallen in the gasoline. He would have gone up in flames faster than the rest of them. Axel shuddered at the thought and proceeded into the store. Moments later, was back at the house, filling the cupboards and fridge with food.

 

To busy himself further, he mopped the floors, wiped down the counter tops, and cleaned the bathroom. The moon was already on the horizon again when he finished, and he poked his head in to check on you. Sleep had certainly overcome you, but it was anything but peaceful. Evidently, nightmares were swirling around in your head, as you twitched and scrunched up your face.

 

Biting the inside of his cheek, your companion ducked out and started cooking. It would be hard to watch you for the next few days, so the most he could do was take care of you in simple ways. Just as the sun began to sparkle across the water, he carefully set down a tray at your bedside.

 

The slight clatter roused you, and your swollen eyes forced their way open. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a vase with a few flowers in it met your immediate stare. The sight would be warming, but the only thing that was on your mind was Zexion. The food didn't even register right away. Softly, you sighed, turned over, and resigned back to sleep.

 

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About a week, and five pounds of weight loss later, you were propped up in bed, gazing through the glass at the setting sun. It was peaceful there, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were starting to feel a bit better. Helpless as you were, Axel had taken care of everything, from your bath, to your dinners, as well as the many glasses you'd dropped.

 

Now you were starting to be able to take care of yourself, and had even laughed a few times over shared meals. Axel was relieved to see it, you knew, and you wondered if it was because he blamed himself for your pain. It hadn't been his fault; you had been mad at him at first, but Zexion would have found a way even without his help. He'd made up his mind to be a martyr, and at least Axel had made sure you were taken care of in the end.

 

Said Nobody walked in to check on you, heaving a sigh of delight when he saw actual color in your cheeks. Cautiously, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and was surprised when you took his hand in yours. Nothing was said for a while, but he knew you would speak when ready.

 

Birds chirping and rolling waves made music within the walls, filling the silence with beauty. It was only when the sun was halfway hidden that you turned to him, eyes piercing but warm. You swallowed, preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

 

"Axel...I miss him."

 

"I know."

 

"I miss him a lot. And it's terrible for me to know I'm never going to see him again."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"But in the end, we always make our choices. Zexion made his, and as a result, I have been given two options. Seeing as I do not want to let go of the only life I've really felt I've ever had, I've already come to a conclusion." He waited for more, but you remained silent, staring at him all the while.

 

Axel opened his mouth, but said nothing; was there anything he could voice? "Thank you," you said. "Without you, I wouldn't have any options at all. I admit I've ruined everything. I've taken your best friend away for the final time, as well as your home. This was not my intention, you understand.

 

"While I cannot give you everything I have taken away, I know that the best, and fated, person for me is in this very room. So I am going to spend the rest of my days trying to make everything up to you. It's quite a jump from where I last stood, I'm sure. It would appear I've gotten over him so hastily. It will take a long time for me to forget. Please be patient with me."

 

"You don't even have to ask," he responded softly.

 

"I know this," you said with a soft smile. "You've always been good to me. You're probably the only one that has. And you waited for me..." Trailing off, you closed your eyes and tried to shake things off. Looking at him once again, you started back up slowly. "I have been given a wonderful gift, and I cannot pass it up like I have before."

 

"So...you're saying..."

 

"I'm asking you to please forgive how I've wronged you in so many ways, accept that I do love you, despite everything I've said, and...Axel...can we start over?"

 

"I would like nothing more."

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