Axel sighed. It was the year after the death of, Roxas, his best friend. He couldn't help but to think back…
It was a warm night, December 20 to be exact, and Axel and Roxas were packing up their dorm room and getting ready to go home.
"I am so excited, I know its lame but I love Christmas," said Roxas. Axel still remembered the gleam in his blue eyes as he said that.
"Me too, it's just a happy time of the year, like nothing can go wrong," laughed Axel. Fate would prove him wrong very soon.
"Well, I am done I am heading home. Merry Christmas Axel, see you soon," said Roxas as he walked out the door.
"Merry Christmas, Roxas," said Axel waving goodbye. He finished packing and decided to wait a few minutes before leaving. Then, he heard the ominous smell of smoke. He grabbed his stuff and ran to his car not knowing or caring what was about to happen, he just didn't want to get blamed. A mile or so away, Roxas realized he forgot his present for his mom. He sighed and turned his car around. When he got back he saw the dorm was on fire. He thought he saw Axel's car and panicked. He ran up to their room as quick as he could but the smoke overtook him. He staggered outside and passed out in the grass. When the police and fireman arrived they took him to the hospital. Axel was contacted because Roxas had been asking for him. He arrived and saw Roxas smile. Then he heard a flat line noise. The funeral was short and sad. He was buried two days later.
Axel came back to reality and stared at the ceiling. Sora walked in.
"Hey Axel, are you staying?" he asked.
"Haven't decided," said Axel. He had been forced to room with Sora by the school. He didn't really hate Sora, it's just that his eyes were exactly the same and it drove Axel crazy. Everyday he looked at Sora and saw Roxas and just felt sad. He usually just ignored him, but the brunette was persistent.
"Oh okay, well have a Merry Christmas," said Sora. Axel fought back tears as memories flooded him.
"You too," was all he choked out. Sora left and Axel let the tears fall.
"Roxas, I'm sorry you died because of me," said Axel. He looked at the window. It was two stories up. Axel stood up and walked to it and looked down. It would be easy, no one would miss him. His parents never cared. The only one who ever had was dead now. No one would miss him. He took as step up.
"Don't you dare," said a familiar voice from behind him. Axel spun around smiling.
"Roxas!" he ran over to hug him but his arms passed through.
"Axel I am a ghost. What has happened to you? Killing yourself days before Christmas? You used to love this holiday!" said Roxas.
"Things changed," said Axel. Roxas's forehead furrowed in frustration.
"I am going to save you Axel. Like last year," said Roxas, Axel winced, "Only this time you really do need saving. I'll take you through mem-," he was cut off bye Axel.
"Memories with you are what caused this. Leave now and never haunt me again," said Axel. Roxas frowned.
"When the clock strikes twelve a friend of mine will come visit you," said Roxas.
"So long as I don't have to see the innocent face I killed I am fine with it," said Axel.
Roxas laughed.
"I can make no promises," and with that Roxas disappeared. Axel rubbed his eyes.
"I must've dreamt that….I am tired I should sleep," and with that he laid down for a long winter's nap. The clock struck 12 and a young girl appeared in Axel's room.
"Axel, Axel –AXEL," said the little blonde. Axel woke with a start.
"Who-who are you?" he asked.
"Night-time Advocate-for Memories In Near-Christmas Events," she laughed, "But you can call me Namine for short." Axel nodded. "Take my hand I need to show you some things." The mesmerized Axel did as she said and off they flew.
