Summary: Why was Axel so hell-bent on getting Roxas back after he left the Organization? Where did those ink-drops beneath his eyes come from? Axel's journal might shed some light on the subject... The original Number XIII...
Disclaimer: I don't own Square Enix or Disney. If I did, I would be a very, very rich woman, even richer if I lent out men like Axel, Leon, and Sephiroth to people willing to pay the price for a period of time with them. I do, however, own all rights to the OC in here.
Queen's Quorner: This is my first Kingdom Hearts fic, so please be nice! I normally only write Devil May Cry fan-fics, but this idea came out of nowhere while I was messing around in Hollow Bastian and Disney Castle. I don't know how the KH writers/readers feel about OCs, but please forgive me if you despise them. This fic takes place from Axel's POV, and is formatted more like reminiscing. If reading italics gives you a headache, you might want to go back to the listings now. Also, forgive me if I get some of the Organization members wrong. I do not own a DS, so I have never played Chain of Memories. Got more than enough experience with the remaining Nobodies, though. KH2 rocks! Now, onto the fic!
Heated Memories
You know, I never thought I would tell anybody about her. But if I'm going to risk everything so I can see Roxas again, I might as well write this down. Just because I'm forgotten, that doesn't mean that she should be as well. My memories will rest here on these pages, where only fire can destroy them and nobody can find them. I've carried her memory with me for more than two years now; maybe putting them down here will finally put her to rest inside my mind.
And if anybody finds this and reads it, screw them. This is my journal, its got my name on the cover. Are people really so interested in digging up dirt on me that they'll sneak a peek at my innermost thoughts?
Heh. I know Marluxia would, if he was still alive. Probably Sai'ix too.
Bastards.
Well, I guess it doesn't matter if anybody reads this or not. If I'm going to accomplish what I have in mind, I'm going to be leaving the Organization anyway. Good for me, eh? I finally get up the courage to stand against Xemnas only after I've already lost my best friend and... and whatever she was to me.
Nobodies can't love. We don't have hearts, after all.
But if I did have a heart...
It would have belonged to her.
So I'll write my thoughts on these pages, burn them between the covers so they cannot be erased. After all, so long as somebody remembers them, a person is never truly gone, right? So when I'm gone, this book will remember her, remember us.
The Flurry of Dancing Flames...
And the Maiden of Darkest Shadow.