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“Yes, its me.”

Axel: Fuck you!

Zack: Fuck you!

Axel: Fuck you!

Zack: Fuck me!

Axel: Fuck you?

Zack: Fuck me~

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Fragmented from: I - II - III

It was fear, all fear, that pressured the response to stop the demon from going. Fear turned into anger that he’d threaten it again. He was going to go away and not be found. Vanitas didn’t think, he screamed and reacted slamming Axel against the wall. Their eyes met as Axel glared down at him for his rough action and he glares back up with angry defiance. His Unversed spilling from his noon long shadow like cockroaches in an old dumpster. So many scattering around. Some in anger, some from his fear, and a mite few carving their existence from his deeper rooted sorrow. The simply formed Floods move and latch onto Axel’s legs to help keep him in place. More, keep him from leaving. Stop him from disappearing. 

That heat that he’d barely felt in the display of firey manipulation is rising up around them. Let it come, burn his hands and leave him only after he’s ashes. How dare you. Don’t walk with me acting like we’re partners and toss it away in the next sentence. By the time Axel had reigned that heat back in, every building surrounding them had Unversed moving around within. This “boy” released these beings to cover worlds in several connected chains of a universe. He could fill this world too with his negativity. 

Their glaring had gone on for several minutes now, Vanitas didn’t speak again. He could, he should, snarl out his anger at Axel and then he can be the one to leave. Let him go, let him return back to the between and slip into the void there with Ventus at his side. Then he wouldn’t have to feel, he wouldn’t have to care, and he wouldn’t continue to... It’s Axel that breaks their glaring contest, the one that speaks first. 

Continuation from THIS.

She had found the bottle a little while ago. She had done three break stops since. She had pulled out the letter every time, and crushed it to her heart. Now it was wrinkly, but that didn’t matter. The hope made her feel warm. 

The road ahead was long, and she didn’t quite know where she was going because she had no light to navigate by. Until a four-pointed star split the heavens in quarters. The ball of light roared as it approached, and then it crashed. 

The landing was so hard that the ashen bridges shook even all the way over here. Aqua’s knees gave in. She fell down on hands and feet, and stared ahead. 

Fallen sun, he had said. She couldn’t think of a more fitting description. 

Then the bridge of roots and ashes began to crumble. The edges fell away. 

She got up, scrambling to her feet, and she had to run to make it to the othe side in time. The chunks of grey sand fell away right after her feet had touched there, and she dashed. She had no choice but to go forward--to his light. 

She arrived. At last. The world didn’t crumble here. She panted. She fell down on her bum at the edge of the crater. She held her knees. She just needed a moment to catch her breath. She would check up on him in a moment. 

“Nothing-- right?” The color in his cheeks hadn’t faded, as he attempted to free himself from the bedsheets tangled about him. The Master shifted to his feet, patting himself down as he took a few deep breaths to quell his racing heart. No no no-- he didn’t need to be thinking of things like this.

Axel was his friend.

Regardless of what feelings he’d held in the past-- and what sensations remained now. They were friends.