A.N. Ugh, this story reeks of angst; so full angst ahead. This one is probably the shortest of the three I think, but certainly the saddest; well; to me anyway. Please Review if you'd like.

"Axel? Are you awake?"

"Of course I'm awake, how can I sleep with you barking out my name every 5 seconds?"

"..Whatever. I need to talk to you."

"Of course you do."

"Axel, I'm serious."

"You having those dreams again?"

"..Yeah; more often than not."

"Should this scare me?"

"I don't know. It's more confusing than scary."

"Well, I'll be here to un-confuse it for you; we're best friends anyway."

"You're right. Thanks, Axel."

"Anything for you, pal."

"You know, I think, if I ever lost my memory or something, I don't think I'd ever be able to forget you; not in a million years would I ever forget you, Axel. You're just that special to me."

"And I could never and will never forget you. Besides, who'd wanna erase your memories anyway?"

"True."

"Hey, Roxas, did I ever tell you what your name meant?"

"No. I don't think you did."
"Well, I will now, it means. . ."

"What are you saying?! You can't just turn your back on the organization!"

"Yes. I. can. And besides, no one would miss me anyway."

"That's not true, Roxas!"

"I would. . ."

"!!" Axel arose from his bed, a cold sweat devouring his body. He grasped his arms, his eyes widened in disbelief and shock. "How, could I remember that?" he breathed. "Why? Why now? He's gone." He whispered. "Roxas is gone and he's not coming back." The red head tossed the sheets on the floor, a sudden retreat of emotion overtaking him. He ambled across the room, pacing back and forth, his mind charging with innumerous thoughts. 'Roxas isn't gone! You just saw him not too long ago! No, that wasn't Roxas. Not the one I remembered. He can't, he just can't. He's not the same Roxas I knew.' Eventually the conflicted redhead could take it no longer. He thrust open the door, made his way down the hall, jogging, no, running, to the room that was. . "Roxas!" He busted through the entry to the younger's room and gasped. The room that was once over flowing with laugher and smiles was now desolate, empty, sad.

A tiny whine emitted inside the defeated's throat as his knees gave way, his body landing on the floor with a loud thump. His lip quivered as rallies of tears started to form in his eyes. He stared at the bed, vacant, old, lifeless. 'That was his bed.' . "Roxas. . I miss you." He said softly, the tears choking his words.

"You know, I think if I ever lost my memory or something, I don't think I'd ever be able to forget you; not in a million years would I ever forget you, Axel. You're just that special to me."

"And I could never and will never forget you. Besides, who'd wanna erase your memories anyway?"

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"Axel, are you okay?" Roxas asked; his ocean blue eyes shadowed with worry. "Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine. Yeah. ." he trailed off. Roxas kept his eyes on the redhead for another second, something about the redhead's automatic reply troubled him. Was Axel really okay? Was he lying to him? Of course not, why would Axel lie to him? Roxas believed Axel would always be there for him, but. .would he always tell him everything? Roxas frowned. He didn't want his friend to be sad; he didn't deserve to be. The blonde's heart twisted at an abrupt thought. 'What if Axel is mad at me?' He tensed, his body suddenly overcome with guilt. Had he hurt him in some unknown way? Did Roxas hurt Axel? The blonde sighed; might as well let it be another reason to feel inadequate. Axel massaged his face before turning round to face his friend. "Hey. Why're you such a frown clown?" he questioned. Roxas smirked. "'Frown clown', eh?" He chuckled.

Axel smiled. "Made you laugh, huh? That joke always made you laugh when. ." The redhead stopped. Roxas's smile weakened. "What?" Axel stiffened. "It's nothing." He retorted. "Nothing at all." Roxas sighed angrily. "You do that way too much. I feel as though you're not telling me something. Why can't you tell me what's hurting you? Are you afraid or something?" The questions ate at the redhead like vultures at old meat. "There's nothing you don't know, Roxas." The blonde clenched his fists. He was sick of Axel silencing himself so much when they talked. "Stop lying! I know there's sometime so just come out and say it! Please, Axel." he pleaded as he tugged at the other's sleeve. Axel was speechless; this scene, was so familiar to him. 'There really is nothing you don't know, Roxas. Nothing you need to know.' He wished to say, but, how could he explain? How could he explain his feelings, if the object of his feelings was right here? And yet. . he wasn't.

Axel continued to contemplate his responses until Roxas forced himself in the redhead's face. "Axel." His voice was unusually concerned, and; angry. This ticked the redhead and so he pushed himself in the blonde's face as well. "What?" he snapped. Roxas backed down; the tone of Axel's voice warned him not to get on his bad side any further. "Axel, stop it." He cried. "Stop what? I'm not doing anything." Roxas growled. "Yes you are." He countered, "You're not telling me anything! How can I assume you're just fine when you won't tell me anything!?" The redhead sighed. Why couldn't he just trust what he was telling him? "Because there's nothing you need to know, Roxas! What do you expect me to do?!" The blonde let loose a tiny whine, his arms engulfed in rampant emotions. He sighed, suddenly taking the redhead's face in his hands, he locked his ocean blue eyes with evergreen eyes. "I expect you to talk to me!" he shouted; his eyes pleading and begging. Axel's eyes widened in disbelief; had Roxas just said this to him? Mechanically, he placed a hand on Roxas's shaken arm. His lip quivered as he saw his friend break down in tears before his eyes.

"Roxas. ."

"Just talk to me, Axel! How can I know anything about you if you don't talk to me?!"

"Roxas, I do talk to you! I tell you everything!"

"Then why are we even having this argument?!"

"Because you can't handle the truth! You want the whole world to work just for you! And when you don't get your way, you just quit and give up!"

"..It's better than getting hurt all the time."

"Roxas.."
"You don't know anything, Axel."

"And you don't know everything, Roxas."

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"You know, I've always liked the stars."
"I know. We're out here looking at them."

" 'I looked at the stars one night and as I did so, I counted every star as something I loved about you, I kept counting, but pretty soon I ran out of stars.' "

"..Did you make that up?"

"No. I read it in a book somewhere, but I might as well have made it up since I thought about it when I sat here with you."

"Roxas…"

"There are so many things I love about you, Axel. So many things I could never forget."

". .Me too."

"Will you ever forget about me?"

"Huh? Of course, not! What kind of question is that?"

"A question. A real question."

"Roxas, I could never forget you; you know that."

"Axel, the question is will you not could you forget me."
"Okay then, I will never forget you. I promise I won't."

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"I expect you to talk to me!"

"Then Roxas I'll tell you this; it's not easy, it's not easy to, to forget."

It's Not Easy to Forget

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