Xed looked at the ground, and smiled. She shook her head lightly, and then looked up at Xemnas.
"I'm sorry, but I can't stay."
The room grew quieter, hanging with slight disappointment. Xed frowned, feeling Roxas' expression of sadness next to her.
"You see," she started, "I'm…looking for someone, and I'm looking for something as well." She smiled weakly. "I'm sorry…" Xemnas nodded, and did something no one sees him do.
Small, but definitely a smile.
"I understand." He said. Xed smiled back. Demyx smiled and stood up.
"Ya know, Xed," he said, putting an arm around her shoulder, "We're all gonna miss you." Xed smiled.
"Yeah, even Larxene!" Marluxia said. She scowled.
"Will not…" she retorted. Lexaeus rolled his eyes.
"Honestly Larxene, you're not going to miss Xed?"
"Not even a little bit?" Axel asked. She shook her head.
"No way." Larxene looked over at Xed, who seemed just a bit hurt by her words. Larxene sighed and rolled her eyes. "Maybe I'll miss her a little…" Demyx cracked a smile.
"Wow! Really?" he asked. She scowled more and nodded. Xigbar smiled.
"Awww…Larxene's a softie!" he said. She shot a death glare at him.
"You're not going to think I'm a softie when I take my Kunai and stick it up your—"
"When are you leaving?" Zexion asked, quickly changing the subject. Xed thought for a moment.
"Tomorrow afternoon." She said. He nodded.
"Are you going to come back and visit?" Luxord asked. Xed nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Of course!" she said. "I don't know when, but I'll definitely come back."
"Well." Xemnas said, crossing his arms. "I believe this has been enough excitement for one day. I suppose we all get some sleep." There were nods in agreement, and the crowd of Nobodies broke apart to get sleep. Roxas, Axel, Demyx, and Xed stayed where they were. Xed stood up.
"Well, I've got one more thing to do before I leave tomorrow." She said. "Goodnight guys." She walked off downstairs towards the Workshop.
"Night." The three Nobodies chorused after. After she was gone, Axel looked over at Roxas.
"So, you gonna tell her?" Roxas gave him a confused look.
"Tell her what?"
"You know," Demyx said, lowering his voice, "that you like her." Roxas seemed surprised.
"I don't like her!" he said, crossing his arms. Axel rolled his eyes.
"Uh-huh, sure you don't." he said. Demyx put his hands on his hips.
"You heard Xed—she doesn't know when she's going to come back. After she leaves today, there's a possibility that she'll never be back." He said. Roxas turned away from them.
He hadn't realized that.
"Roxas, what you do is what you want. But, if you really cared for Xed…" he started, before turning around and walking off towards the stairs. He turned back around to face Roxas.
"You'd let her know." Axel then turned back around and walked up the stairs. Demyx walked up after him.
"Night Roxas!" he called, stomping up the steps. Roxas sat back down on the sofa.
He hadn't realized that…
Roxas lay awake in his bed, Demyx's and Axel's word buzzing around in his head.
"You heard Xed—she doesn't know when she's going to come back…"
"…After she leaves today, there's a possibility that she'll never be back."
He turned over to his side. Should he tell her?
"Roxas, what you do is what you want. But, if you really cared for Xed…"
He, without a doubt, liked Xed. A lot. And he wanted to tell her.
But…what if she doesn't like me back?
"You'd let her know."
But after today…she'd be gone. For who knows how long? And he'd then be wondering if she had liked him, what she'd say when he told her he liked her, until she came back again…if she came back…
Roxas closed his eyes and nodded.
He knew what he'd do.
He'd tell her.
Roxas woke up early the next morning, around 8:00 a.m., so he could talk with Xed alone. He walked down the stairs towards the Weapons Workshop. He stood in front of the door and took a breath. He knocked on the door twice.
"Xed?" Roxas said quietly, careful not to wake her if she was sleeping. He turned the knob and opened the door a crack and looked in.
She wasn't there, but the room looked…different…
He opened the door all the way and walked in. He looked around and realized why the room had looked so different. All of Xed's belongings—her sketchpads, her cases of Keychains, everything—was gone. He looked around more, and eyed a note taped to her desk. He picked it up and started to read:
If you are reading this, then I'm gone. I…left earlier this morning, when no one was awake.'
Roxas could feel his heart drop…if he had one…
'I'm sorry…I just hate long goodbyes. Especially sad ones. And trust me, this would've been a sad one. I addressed this note to you, Roxas, because I had a feeling that you'd be the one to read it. I hope you are the one to read it. Let everyone know I'm sorry for leaving, and that I'll come back some day.
Roxas smiled slightly. Her promise made him feel better.
'I put everyone's new weapons in the kitchen, if you haven't noticed yet. Tell Vexen to take it easy on those experiments of his, okay?'
'Let everyone know that I miss them terribly already.'
Roxas nodded. Her missed her already, too.
'Well, be seeing ya. Dream on,
Xedramon (a.k.a – Xed)
(P.S. – Roxas, I have a surprise for you as well in the kitchen)'
Roxas cocked his head.
Roxas ran downstairs into the kitchen. He stopped suddenly at the sight before his eyes.
"Woah…" he breathed. Sitting in each of the 13 chairs (except for Roxas', Xemnas', Zexion's, Larxene's, and Luxord's) set up around the kitchen table, was a new, shiny weapon. They looked liked their old ones, but much more advanced.
And dangerous. Roxas smiled.
Xigbar would definitely like that.
Roxas sighed unhappily.
He never got a chance to tell her that he liked her. But she promised she'd come back.
And he believed her.
Roxas went over to his own seat to sit down. He pulled out the chair and almost sat down when he realized there was something in his chair.
A small, white box.
Roxas picked it up and sat down.
Was this the surprise?
He opened the lid of the box, and gasped softly.
There was a Keychain inside…the Devoted Hearts one!
He picked it up and looked at it, admiring it. He then saw another note at the bottom of the box. He picked it up and read it.
He smiled. And felt something he hadn't felt before…
From my Heart to Yours:
A Keyblade truly worthy,
Of such a Devoted Heart.'
(I hope you enjoyed it!!!)