A/N: So this one has been floating around in my mind since I started Chapter 2 of Who He Should Be. I'll be working on (hopefully) the final chapter of that story next, but I just needed to get this posted before it slipped out of my mind forever. Hope you all enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it!

"Are you sure it's safe?" Axel asked again.

"As safe as anything experimental can be." Zexion responded. "The Organization wants something that will help in training exercises. They're hoping that this," he gestured to the machine behind him, "will be able to help. I've crunched the numbers multiple times; there should be less than a 1% chance of your brain cells frying - though it might be an improvement," he smirked.

"Hey!" Axel shouted, pouting.

"What's it meant to do?" Roxas asked, ignoring Axel's sulking. Zexion pushed his hair out of his face.

"Basically, it ties all of us into one dream. It allows us to run through training scenarios without any physical risk. Go ahead and lay down. I'll hook you two in first. The other's should be here soon."

Roxas woke and blearily wiped his eyes. Looking around he noted that he was in Hollow Bastion and it was twilight. Axel was off to his left playing with his lighter. Staggering to his feet, Roxas headed towards him.

"Where's everyone else?" Axel flipped the lighter shut and shoved it in his pocket before answering.

"Malfunction. They're connected to the machine, but can't take a physical form. We're stuck here for awhile." Roxas pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Will they be alright?" Axel shrugged in response.

"Zexion said they're fine, but the only way they can talk in here is through images. We'll basically be watching dreams play out before us." Axel smirked. "Which should be interesting." Roxas groaned. He really did NOT want to know what his co-workers dreamed about. Axel motioned off to his right. "Looks like the show's beginning." Roxas couldn't help himself. Turning around he saw a young man wailing away on guitar. The song itself was extraordinarily complicated and Roxas recognized it as one Demyx was attempting to master on his sitar. As the song progressed to a more complicated bridge, the man began dissipating as if he were made of smoke. Axel made an amused noise in the back of his throat. Roxas arched an eyebrow at him, but Axel merely shrugged, eyes still trained at the end of the alley.

"I'm slightly more worried about what the rest of our co-workers are going to be dreaming about," Roxas admitted. Axel chuckled. "Look, I know you like anything you can use to blackmail people, but I'd rather not get a glimpse into the inner psyche of my co-workers. Especially when they're as twisted as ours."

"Don't you think it'd be fun to try and match the dreams to the person?" Axel inquired mischievously.

"NO." Axel chuckled at Roxas' answer as the next dream formed down the alley. Roxas' eyebrows drew together in confusion as he watched the spectacle. He shot an inquiring look at the pyromaniac, but Axel seemed just as confused. They watched silently as their doppelgangers danced - literally - down the alley. "...the hell?" Roxas asked as their dream selves disappeared. The odd spectacle continued. It was in the middle of a dream based off Zorro - Axel as Zorro, who was rescuing a Roxas in distress (which provided the REAL Axel no end of amusement, while the REAL Roxas was less than impressed) - when they were abruptly deposited back in the real world.

"Well..." Axel stated, sitting up and pulling the needle out of his arm. "That was...interesting." Roxas groaned and sat up, rubbing both his hands over his face.

"I really didn't need to know what our co-workers thought about us."

"I don't know, Rox, I was pretty impressed with that Zorro dream Zexion interrupted." Roxas shot an acidic glare at the red-head. To a more sane person, the look might have read something along the lines of, 'I WILL END YOU'. But Axel blatantly chose to ignore it. "You're just mad because the dreamer had you in the role of helpless heroine. It's okay, Roxas," he placed a comforting hand on the blond's shoulder. "I know that you'd be helping to kick ass just as soon as I untied your ropes." Anything that he might have added was lost as his face connected with the floor.

"You're an ass." Roxas stated simply, stepping over his prostrate body and exiting the room. Lifting himself from the floor, Axel dusted himself off before following his moody companion.

"Come on, Roxas, whatever happened to chivalry?" The blond chose to ignore him, stalking down the Organization's hallways and glaring at anyone who passed him by. He didn't know who had dreamed up what he had witnessed, but everyone was going to know his displeasure about it. He had never been more happy than when he caught sight of his bedroom door. Slipping inside, he threw himself face down on the bed. "Oh, please, today wasn't that bad." Axel stated, leaning against the door jam.

"Mmmff." Roxas stated emphatically. Turning his head away from the mattress, he continued. "Go away." Axel raised an eyebrow before deciding to follow Roxas' advice, just this once.

"Fine. See you tomorrow, blondie." A groan was his only response.

Roxas stared at the redhead in front of him. Axel was talking, hands cutting through the air in wild gesticulation but Roxas wasn't paying attention. He was watching Axel's face. He watched as emotions flickered across, as his eyes sparked with fire. He watched as his hands moved as if they could help get the pyromaniac's point across more quickly. Whatever Axel was trying to tell him was getting lost, because all Roxas could hear was a low humming noise, and it wasn't coming through very clearly. The only thing Roxas could hear was a traitorous voice in the back of his mind asking, 'What would it be like to kiss him?' As if of its own accord, Roxas' body moved closer to the taller teen. His hands reached out and grabbed both of Axel's upper arms, pinning him in place, before...

Roxas woke to his stereo alarm clock blasting Straight to Hell by The Clash. 'How appropriate,' he thought. He sat up and rubbed his face, as if you could banish any lingerings from the dream. He had no idea where it had come from, but he did know that it was all because of Zexion's stupid machine and his co-workers' dirty minds.