Yay! We get to see the hell inside my head! Or the images of a twisted mind such as mine. I do believe I've been watching too many vampire, or something related to them, animes and listen to Marilyn Manson and Ozzy a little too much as well. . . Oh well. As usual, I only own the story plot. The rest is owned by Disney and game companies. Enjoy and try not to lose your minds and or souls along the way.

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Damnation

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Chapter 1: Seeing

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"Roxas!" My eyes flew open. I was covered in cold sweat and was shaking. "Roxas, you're shaking." I looked over to my left and met a pair of worried brown eyes. Was-it was all just a dream. It was just a really bad dream. More like a nightmare. A pair of arms wrapped around me. "What happened?" His voice was calm and I felt safe.

"It was just a nightmare, Hayner." I sighed as I pulled out of his embrace and sat up.

"Well it had to be one hell of a nightmare. You were screaming loud enough." He smirked. "Good thing we don't have neighbors." I turned back at him as he turned to open his bed side table drawer. "So do you remember anything from it?" He asked pulling out his book of dreams and nightmares.

I took a deep breath and tried to recall the images of what I saw. "I. . . I don't remember. . . Maybe I'll remember something in the morning." Hayner made a pouting-like face. He hated it when I didn't share my dreams, or night visions, as he calls them, with him. "I'm sorry." I kissed him lightly making him smile.

"Alright then, let's get back to sleep." He grinned grouping my butt.

"Depends on what you mean by 'sleep'." I smirked reaching over him to turn off the light . . .

I don't really know about Hayner, but I really couldn't get back to sleep. I had this uneasy feeling of being watched. And bits and pieces of that dream kept popping into my head. I still couldn't make out what was going on but I knew I was being chased. Something was chasing me and I needed to get away otherwise something bad would happen. . .

After shutting off my alarm clock, I got up to go get a shower. Hayner got up to make breakfast while he watched the gossip column known as the news. With my hair dripping on my face, I stepped out of the shower and got dressed. I then joined Hayner in the kitchen eating area. Out apartment was small so the dining room was in the kitchen and the bedroom and living were where just on big room. The only thing separating the two rooms was a half way splitting the rooms in two. It wasn't much, but it was home. While sitting at the table I noticed one of Hayner's books about dreams lying on the table. I had to roll my eyes.

"Hm! Something sure does smell good, babe." I said sitting at the table.

Hayner turned and grinned at me. "Well, I woke up with a bit of a sweet tooth this morning. So I took the cookie dough out of the fridge and put it in the pancake mix."

"It smells very orgasmic." I sighed. Hayner laughed and turned back to the cake-like goodness. I looked back at the stack of books on the old table. "Say, if you feel that you're being chased in a dream, what does that mean?"

I watched as Hayner took the pan containing the cake goodness off the burner and seemed to think. "I don't think . . . that it's a good thing. Is anyone after you at school or anything?" I shook my head. I was well liked at school. College kids are usually pretty cool about casual gay kids. But regardless, he seemed worried. "I wouldn't think too much of it now, but if it happens again in the next two nights, let me know. Ok?"

"Ok." We sat together and ate the cookie-cake goodness as we watched the news. I also thought about what Hayner said to. He was brought up pagan or wicken. So he knew a lot about these kinds of things, which was how we really met and got together. Religion fascinates me. That doesn't mean I believe in any of it or agree with it. It just means it peaks my interests. And with Hayner, I was never bored with anything! Sex, food, or life, something was always happening with him around. Our wedding day was really something. One minute there was cake on the table, next thing I knew, it was dripping from the ceiling. Never found out who did it, but I had my suspicions. Amazingly, we've been together since our sophomore year of high school. We met in the library at school. He was wearing a shirt saying, I'm Wicken, So Sue Me. We started talking and the next thing I knew he asked me out on a date and that pretty much sealed the deal.

After eating the cookie pan cake delight, we got ready to head for school. We're in our third year of college. I'm majoring phenomenology, and Hayner's majoring in English. When we got to school, we were greeted by our bestest friends in the whole wide world, in case no one's noticed, I'm a bit of a dork, Olette and Pence. "Morning guys." Olette said in her usual cheerful chipper way.

"GOOOOOOOD morning!" Hayner saluted her. I shook my head and looked over at pence. He seemed to be deep in thought. A smiled then grew on his face. He knew something.

"So any good news today, Pence?" I asked leaning towards him a bit with my hands on his hips.

Pence smirked. "Yes, yes I do."

"Then spill!" Hayner said a tad bit too loud. He absolutely hated suspense. But that's what makes role play nights fun!

Pence looked around and cued us in to huddle. "Ok, so I heard from a mutual friend that new students are going to join us today. Their new in town and are on the different scale."

"How different?" Olette asked.

"I haven't seen them so I couldn't tell you. But I hear most of the girls are drooling over them." Hayner and I looked at each other.

"Sounds yummy." He smirked.

I shook my head. "Don't even think about it."

Hayner grinned at me making me roll my eyes. "Whoa!" He shouted looking at his watch. "Look at the time! I'm running late. See ya at lunch, Roxy." He kissed me then ran off to class. The rest of us headed off in the opposite direction. When I came to my classroom, I waved Pence and Olette goodbye and walked through the door.

"Good morning Roxas." The long haired blond professor greeted me.

"Morning Professor Ansem." I waved to him as I bounced up the steps to the very back row of seats and over to the window where I usually sat. I wasn't too far back so I couldn't see, or too far up I couldn't hear. And after or during boring lectures I could just sit back and stair out the window.

Ansem got up from his desk and over to his pedestal and readied himself to speak when the door to the classroom opened. A fairly tall red head wearing a slightly long sleeved black V-neck and black jeans walked over to Ansem handing him a piece of paper. The room fell oddly silent at this guy's presence. I examined him closer. His arms were tattooed flames going up his arms and stopping at the red and silver metal-looking bands on his wrists. His hair was a deep red with bright red highlights and was wild and a blazed. His skin was ungodly pale and he was pretty thin. All-in-all, Hayner for damn hell sure better not think about doing anything with this guy. I would kill both of them.

Ansem looked at the paper and nodded. "Well everyone, we have a new addition to the group. This is Axel. . . I'm sorry, how do you pronounce-"

"Axel's just fine. No need to be formal." The red head smiled.

"Alright then." Ansem smiled back. "Welcome to the highlight of everyone's day."

"Oh joy." He looked over the twelve some odd other people sitting in the rows besides myself before resting his eyes on me. It was kind of bone chilling. "So is there a specified sitting arrangement?"

Ansem thought for a moment then smirked. "Sit by the person you think is the cutest." A big chorus of 'oh' fell across the room. Axel smirked and started up the steps. I watched as he walked past everyone before turning in the direction I was sitting in. I heard gasps raise from the girls in the room as Axel casually strolled over towards me.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked. I shook my head. There goes my peace and quiet. I looked forward to find Ansem shaking his head and smirking. He could really be a smart ass when he wants to be. After the usual two hours of discussion, Ansem left us to ourselves to socialize and shit. I heard Axel take a deep sigh as I copied my notes into my notebook. "You know, you don't seem like the religious type. What brings you to this class?" His voice was calm but held a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm not." I said not looking up from my notebook. "I just find religion very interesting." I heard a deep chuckle come from his throat. "What?"

"Nothing, you are just cuter than expected." I looked over at him to find him smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Look, if that's your way of flirting, give it up." I lifted my left hand just enough for him to see my wedding ring. I felt something weird when I did that. I'm not sure what it was, but it sent chills down my spine. The ora Axel was giving off was starting to make my skin crawl. If felt . . . very envious. Envy, one of the seven deadly sins. I looked up at Axel, his expression unreadable. Then I noticed the tattoo resting at the base of his collar bone: an upside-down pentagram. He-he-!

Axel caught me staring. "Admiring the view?" He asked smirking.

"You're Satanic?" I whispered. His smirk widened into a grin.

"Why yes. Yes I am." He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow at me. "You know, I never caught your name."

Snapping out of my trance, I scratched the back of my head. "Oh-um-Roxas! My name is Roxas!"

Axel took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Quite the pleasure, Roxas." His touch . . . What was it? Hot? Cold? Clammy? Either way, I felt uneasy. My eyes met him and I froze. There was something-something very sinful about those green eyes of his. Envy green and fairly frightening. I gulped and pulled back my hand to return to my writing. I felt Axel just watching me for the rest of the hour and a half we had left in here. But just before we were dismissed, Ansem highly advised us to be here tomorrow for an important announcement. As I left, Axel walked with me. "So if you're not religious, why are you taking a class about it?"

"I told you, it fascinates me. All the myths, legends, and stories, I just love it." As anyone could tell you that. "I've studied just about every religion recorded with the exception of one." I grew quiet and looked down at my feet.

"That wouldn't happen to be satanic worship would it?" I nodded as he stepped past me and stopped in front of me."What's there to study? We worship and give our souls to Mephistopheles." My head snapped up at him.

"Mephistopheles? Thought Hayner and I were the only ones who called him that." I started walking again stepping past him a bit.

"And Hayner would be?" Axel asked.

"He's the knuckle head I married." I said playing with my ring. I looked back at Axel again and his expression was, again, unreadable. Did he have a problem with me being married to a person of the same sex?

"Can I ask you something a tad bit personal?" Axel asked leaning against that wall. I shrugged. "Why get married at the prime of your life? Did you get knocked up or something?" I rolled my eyes. Hayner and I were always asked that question. It was quite irritating.

"No." I hated being bitter. It wasn't me, but at times it was how I had to get my point across. "Look, we tied the knot because we wanted to." He laughed in mockery making my cheeks go pink. "What's so damn funny?"

He shook his head. "The prime of your life and you want to settle down. Sounds . . . boring."

"Excuse me?" I crossed my arms. "Satanic or not, you're really acting like a douche."

"Sorry, but I really think getting married is for the older crowd." He said shrugging. "When you're young you should be out and about having fun. Maybe even have a one night stand here and there." He stepped off of the wall and bent down to my eye level. "Get what I'm saying?"

I took a step back. "Ah-no. Happily married with a great sex life."

He sighed. "Understandable. Well, I'm needed elsewhere. It was nice meeting you Roxas." If I didn't know any better, which I don't, I'd have sworn Axel was hitting on me. Maybe he was. Either way, I didn't really like it. I watched as Axel walked up to another student, who was shorter than him. He had bluish-gray hair that covered over his right eye. I watched as the two of them mingled and the shorter guy looked over in my direction. I looked away brushing the small strands of hair behind my ear.

"Hey, Roxas!" I turned to find Hayner walking in my general direction. I waved at him then turned back to look at Axel and his friend, but they were gone. But how? They were just-I only looked away for a few seconds. . . "Roxas, everything alright?" Hayner asked cupping my face.

"Um-yeah. I'm fine." I kissed him. "So what are we doing for lunch?" I asked.

A big grin rose on his face. "Mom's dropping by with Korean BBQ. Her treat for getting an 'A'!" I smiled and threw my arms around him. Hayner had a really big test the other day and he was really anal about his grades. He forced himself to get straight 'A's and absolutely hated 'B's. It was really his only quark and I loved it.

Now, Hayner's mom was completely awesome. She was full-blown Pagan and was just kick ass. Her name was Elizabeth; she had dirty blond dreadlocks, and wear robe-like gowns. She is completely off the charts and possibly a person people would lock up for being loony. So lunch was awesome, then Hayner and I went to the library to study for finals and blah, blah, blah. Let's just get to the part where the two of us go home to have sex.

We got home and ate dinner. It was my turn to do the dishes. Hayner was in the living room doing some of his and my homework. I don't know why he did though. Ansem could tell the difference in our handwriting, no matter how close it was. Ok, so I'm at the sink doing dishes and scrubbing a white plate when I notice something odd. I dunked it into the water and saw it turn a shade of red. In disbelief I took a glass from the draining rank and dunked it into the soapy water. I gasped when I saw that it was crimson red. I dropped the glass and took a few strides back. Hayner came running up to me worried. "Roxas, what happened?" I pointed over to the sink. Cautiously he walked over to the sink and then looked back at me. "What's wrong with it?"

"What?" I slowly made my way over to it and looked at the water. It was clear. "But-I could have sworn that-that the water was red . . . bloody red. Honest." Hayner squatted down to pick up the broken glass. I sighed. "Guess I'm more tired than I thought." I mumbled. But it seemed so real.

"Should we skip role play tonight?" Uh-no. Next to Saturday night, this was my favorite night of the week. I looked at Hayner and could tell he wanted me to say no, but didn't want to push myself either.

"No, I'll be fine." I rinsed off the remaining dishes as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

"You sure?" He asked running one hand up my shirt and the other into my pants. Yeah, he wanted this. And I hated denying him of his 'needs'. I closed my eyes and placed my hands on top of his. I turned around running my hands threw his hair as we kissed. "Maybe we should skip the role play and just get to the part where-" I placed my finger over his mouth.

"No. Olette went through the trouble of getting me this outfit and it's not going to waste." I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him over to the sofa and pushed him down. "Now wait here." I could feel Hayner's eyes watching me as I took out a bag from the closet and walked over to the bathroom to change. I'm telling you, a girl's small is tinier than a guy's small. I decided to try out wearing a naughty school girl uniform with a powder blue plaid skirt with a white shirt that cut just underneath my chest with a tie matching the skirt. I added the knee high socks and white bow just of the excitement. Normally role play evolved Hayner handcuffing me, the prisoner and him being the warden. Since I was getting bored of it, I decided to spice things up.

I took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom to watch Hayner's face drop. I smirked folding my hands together behind my back. "Excuse me, but I need help with my homework. Do you think you could help me?" I asked making my voice go up an octave.

Hayner smirked. "I believe I might be of some assistance." I smiled and walked over to him straddling his waist. He really was a great help that night. After all, sex ed was Hayner's specialty. After my special session, Hayner was straddling my back massaging my shoulders. "I have to say Roxy, you get an A+." He got off of me and laid down on the right side of the bed pulling me to his chest. He kissed my forehead. "Good night Roxas."

"Night Hayner." I mumbled snuggling into his chest and drifted off into sleep. . .

It was empty. The house was empty. A house? What house? I looked around and saw nothing but stone walls surrounding me. I looked at the floor. Stone that was covered with red velvet carpet. Where was I? Oh right-at the house. But where was the house?

I started walking, feeling the carpet under my bear feet. As I walked down the hall, I passed a mirror. My reflection showed me wearing the school girl outfit, but it was red, not blue. I could have sworn it was blue. Oh well. I started walking down the hall again, humming London Bridge passed the many doors. I then started to hear my footsteps echo as walked down the hall. But, I was walking on carpet. How could bear feet echo on carpet? I looked behind me, but no one was there. I continued walking. Not really going anywhere, just walking.

"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, my fair lady." The echoes grew louder. I looked behind me again, and again, nothing. "Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay, my fair lady." This time, the song was echoed. I stopped singing and turned around, started to feel a little paranoid. No one was there. I was alone.

I started walking again. "Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash away. Wood and clay will wash away, my fair lady."

"Build it up with silver and gold." I jumped. This time I was sure someone was behind me, but no one was there. But this time I felt a pair of eyes on me. I felt panicked and started quickening my pace, which in time turned to a run. I didn't know where I was going, or who I was running from, I just needed to get away. At some point, I came to a corridor where I could see a bluish light. I turned to it and came to a small hallway. I stopped when I came to window. Outside I could see a full moon glowing brightly. Everything seemed to quiet down. I left out a sigh of relief.

Then I was grabbed and slammed into the corner of the wall and window. He had his hand gripping my throat so I couldn't breathe. I looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but what I did see really scared me. A pair of really big feathered wings. The insides were a golden bronze with a hint of fire red. The outsides with pitch-ash black. I could tell he wasn't an angel, so what the fuck was he? I struggled to get free only making him grin showing all of his sharp, spiky teeth. Slowly, he brought his face to mine and pressed our lips together. As he kissed me, he stuck his tongue down my mouth and I felt all of my energy being drained. What was he-

I shot up. I was covered in a cold sweat and felt very uneasy. Shaking, I got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and trying to catch my breath. The air seemed to have been sucked out of me. I felt drained. Not tired, but drained. What was that? It was a dream. . . Just a dream. That's what it was. . . Right?