1. dimmer light

by xxavee

author's notes: I haven't written fanfiction in two or three years... so I figured this would be nice to write a couple drabbles to get back in the spirit of things. Regretfully, I doubt I'll be able to start working on The Fallen again. Definitely not really my thing anymore. :) However, I do have some other Akuroku ideas mulling about in my head. The following drabble, "dimmer light," is supposedly canon-friendly--it's a snapshot of a dream Roxas is having, most likely only a few days before the beginning of Kingdom Hearts II. Hope you like. :)

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It was a dimmer light than Roxas was used to, a bit hazy and worn at the edges--like looking at an old picture. His eyes were strained, like he was looking at something incredibly bright when in all actuality it was the exact opposite. He couldn't focus on one particular thing... it was hard even to get the big picture. He knew what he was looking at but not how to describe it. It was fuzzy, like a scattered memory. A far-off dream.

He saw what appeared to be a man, black and red and blurry. And someone else... male or female? He couldn't tell. Black and blonde. Both had their backs to him, their hands... together? He couldn't tell. They were walking.

Roxas was puzzled. Dreams were supposed to be clearer than this... they were supposed to pull you in and slap you around until you were sure that what you were seeing was real. This wasn't like that. Did this count as a dream? Was he even sleeping? He couldn't tell.

The shorter hazy dream person released the taller one's hand and turned around. Instantly Roxas recognized his own eyes staring at him, into him. Roxas gasped as the other man turned around, revealing vibrant green eyes despite the haze that covered everything else. Was it him... was it... Axel? He couldn't tell. Up to this point, this "Axel" was a figment of Roxas' imagination... a dream that came clad in a black robe with red hair that looked dangerous... this Axel... was he real this time? Was Roxas real this time? He couldn't tell.

The twin Roxas mouthed an unrecognizable word, but Roxas felt its weight and significance reverberate inside his ribcage, making everything click in his mind--he understood. Axel... was no longer a figment, if he had ever been.

It was a dimmer light than Roxas was used to--a bit hazy and worn at the edges... a light that revealed nothing, and everything.