Okay so, this is an old ass fic, but I really like it, so I decided to fix it a bit to make it easier to read and fix all the most glaring mistakes found.

Song lyrics are from the band Indica, translated By me, which makes so many songs that fit kingdom hearts so well.

but the man in the black coat did not come to get me.

had to leave alone, didn't know where to

or is there anything here

will someone save me, or is there only darkness.

-Indica, pyromaniac.

"News! News! The pyromaniac has striken again in Twilight Town! Will the the mystery vandal ever be caught!"

News spread and rumors circulated around Twilght town. People gossipped, made theories and were horrified about the news, while on the inside slightly enjoying the new excitment and mystery, that had enveloped their peaceful and slightly boring city. How could it ever happen in our city? Like swarm of hungry seagulls, the rumors had setteled over the city. Most of those rumors were focused on certain two groups of teenagers. Many old men were already making bets if it was Seifer's older gang or younger Hayner and his group of hooligans.

Not that anyone was pointing fingers on anyone, but still...

"And thats why I declare that we have to do something and fast!"

Hayner, you're not the only one who is getting annoyed by this situation, but what do you think we can do? There is nothing we can do to rumors and if it brings you any comfort, Seifers gang is under as much suspicion that we are."

"That's exactly my point Olette. We just have to prove that Seifer is behind those burnings, not us."

"You don't actualy believe Seifer to be behind these arsons. He's a moron, and we still have a score to settle with him, but we are talking about arsons here."

"Roxas! Tell me that I just heard wrong. I thought that I heard you defending Seifer!"

"Hayner! This is a bit bigger than our grudge to Seifer and his gang!"

"Guys, guys! Lets not blame anyone yet. Innocent until proven guilty, right."

"Fine, fine, you traitors. Lets not then officaly blame anyone yet. Our reputation is still on the line, so I demand that we start from this day on looking for the real culprit to clean our names."

Hayner, how do you suppose we find a criminal even the police hasn't managed to find?"

"Firstly, take more positive attitude and secondly we have more motivation!"

Roxas fell to his bed and exhaled long and deep. He felt dirty and sweaty, but he also lacked the energy to drag himself to shower. The whole day he had been running from embered ruins to another, looking for clues with his friends. Only thing they had found had been the coaled debrises, that seemed to mock the four of them with their cluelessness.

The score of the day had been tired limbs and dirty clothes.

Dirty clothes, that were now leaving coal marks in Roxas's sheets. Roxas had better drag himself to shower, if he did not want his white sheets to turn black spotted. God knows what his mother would do then. She was damn scary woman when she wantted to be. Like when she discovered that Roxas had made unnecessary mess. Roxas even remembered that one time when...

Expect that he didn't. Or did he. Weird, of course he remembred his childhood. He loved his mom, of course he would remember.

Why did it suddenly feel so empty. When he tried to think his parents it was like something cold and unpleasant was trying to eat it's way up Roxas's stomach.

No, it was worse, he didn't feel anything at all.

Shower. Quick, so all unwantted thoughts could float away with the steam.

Daisy was just a little girl that did not know about the criminal that was vandalizing their little town. Her parents though it was better that their little girl didn't know about those scary things yet.

So little Daisy played on the streets without any worries in her young mind. Daisy didn't know that she had wandered too far off and that her parents were franticaly trying to find her, even right this moment.

Daisy had been playing on her backyard when she had seen a cat walking on other side of the street and as little animal lover, Daisy just had to pet the cute cat. Unfortunaly while trying to get close to the cat, the cat had walked away. Always just little bit ahead of Daisy, the cat had walked the streets. While following the cat Daisy had wandered quite far from home.

On this moment the neighbourhood and the police were victims for the panicked phonecalls from the franctic parents.

Daisy did not know any of this. She was walking the streets lighted by sunset without even knowing she was lost.

Daisy had drifted off to the border districts of Twilight town, that were filled with old warehouses and run down barracks. It was dark, but Daisy could see the soft glow of the light coming from just little way away. Her curiosity again aroused, she started to search for the cause of the faint red glow.

She walked the gloomy alleys and zigzagged in between the barracks. It didn't take too long till Daisy found what she was looking for.

One of the wooden warehouses was on fire. Red flames danced on the darkness and one lonely figure dressed in black stood frozen in front of the blaze. The figure had gas can in one hand and case of matches in other hand. It looked like the figure had frozen to place right when the flames had started.

Little Daisy watched the silent figure mystified and the figure stared in to the flames like hypnotized. In Daisys eyes the dark person looked so mystic and strange standing there, the flames creating a moving background. The person looked so...sad.

When the police afterwards asked Daisy what the pyromaniac had looked like, she answered thruthfully: lonely.

Roxas was losing his grip. He had started to wander the silent streets without bothering to aim his footsteps in the direction of the meeting place. Roxas knew that he had promised to meet his friends and continue with the investigations with them. Roxas didn't care anymore. The whole promise didn't feel important, or even real.

That was the broblem, nothing felt real anymore.

Roxas was slowly but steadily losing his grip.

Roxas looked at the houses he knew he had known for his whole life, and peeked at the shop windows trying to place them on his memories. He had walked these same streets from childhood, hadn't he. He had known that shopowner and talked with that man walking his dog countless times.

Expect that Roxas hadn't. Roxas could remember all those things, but they weren't real to him anymore. They weren't real, those memories didin't mean anything anymore. Day by day it was starting to become clearer that everything in Roxas life was fake, a lie. Nothing was real anymore, expect...

"Roxas! Roxas! The police came to look for you! They were saying some ridicilous stuff, like saying that some wittness claims that you are the pyromaniac. It's probably Seifer's gangs doing. Right Roxas!"

"Roxas? Roxas?"

Downstairs Roxas's mother was sobbing, her head down in her hands. His husband kept his hand on his sobbing wife's shoulder, his own face being very pale too. The Police were glancing around the house a little embarassed, having given up on trying to calm down the near hysterical woman moments ago. Hayner, Pence and Olette were sitting around the kitchen table, Pence staring at his glass of juice, Olette's eyes slightly watery and playing with the cuffs of her shirt and Hayner, boiling with anger.

"Are you listening to me at all, Roxas is innocent! Whoever made that statement against him, let me say some chosen words to him!"

"Calm down everyone. Of course we are not blaming Roxas of anytyhing. We just have to check every lead."

Upstairs Roxas was sitting on his room, not really feeling anything. Truth to be told, he had already forgotten that there was anything special happening at the downstairs. Nothing was real to Roxas anymore, so he had started to forget things easily.

Completly differrent things had started to gnaw Roxas. He felt longing. Crazy, mad need for something he couldn't quite grasp.

Then the fire alarm went off.

Everything happened too fast. Nobody could had ever guessed that Roxas had had gasolione tank and matches hidden in his room. Even thought the fire was noticed soon enough, it was already too late. For their bad luck, Roxas's family lived in an old wooden house, where the flames could move fast as pack of hungry wolves, devouring wooden walls and furniture. There had been no hope for Roxas, everybody having thought that he was already outside of the house when the fire was noticed. When that assumption was proven wrong it was already fataly too late.

Olette says that she saw Roxas's silhouette on the burning second floor window. Roxas had spun, arms streched, round and round...until the flames had devoured him.

Nobody can even start guessing, why and when did Roxas's madness begin

Roxas could feel the torching heat of fire on his skin. He could smell the smoke and see red flames dancing wildly around him. Roxas laughed, whatever he had been looking for, he felt like he had almost found it. Rising his arms, he started to spin around, still laughing.

Quickly the fire answered his invitation to dance and jumped to join him in spinning.

"Ah, he makes our work so very difficult. Rewriting all these files isn't as easy as it looks like."

"Do you truly believe that he doesn't have a heart?"

"I truly believe that he shouldn't have ever existed."

Roxas sat on his usual place on their usual spot and licked his ice-cream, fully enjoying the cool taste.

The day, was hot and lazy and perfect for just lazing around for the whole day. So Roxas, Hayner, Pence and Olette had focused all their energy on lazing around the whole day.

Expect maybe Hayner who was incapaple on staying still and was currently playing on a firestarter that he had found on the street.

Nick, nack, the flame started and died.

"Hayner! Could you please stop playing with that thing, you're going to lift us all on fire."

"Relax, Roxas! I know what I'm doing."

"No you don't."

With one fluid movement Roxas snatched the firestarter from Hayner. Snatching the firestarter also acidently lit the fire on.

Roxas stared at the little flame, there was something on the back of his mind, some nagging voice...

Then the moment was over and Roxas firmly shut the fire of.

I think I don't belong here

I'm dreaming of something else

that's why I create a more beautifull world

disappear in my dreams

who knows which is real

-Indica, Pyromaniac