Roxas was dreaming.
He knew he was. Maybe it was the colors, how they seemed… paler than usual. Or maybe it was the way this "reality" felt wrong.
Whatever it was, it was this dream that would forever change his… let's just say "life" for now.
Roxas Sharpe was walking down a street he had never seen before. There were a few people passing by, but he couldn't recognize them either. He wondered for a moment if this was even his town. He knew he had to go to the house at the end of the street. A little more and he would reach it, although he could not recall why he needed to go there.
The house was ordinary – white walls, and a big front yard covered with grass and small flowers. It was all neat and so plain. The front door was wide open, but the inside of the house was too dark to see inside. As Roxas walked through it, the view outside seemed to have changed. The ground was covered in ash, as well as the inside of the house, and as he stepped on the dirty floor it flew up into his hair and clothes.
He started coughing until a hand patted his back and Roxas turned around. The creature that stood before him was male, that much was clear at least, as it was naked and shadows danced around its pale form. Its smile could only be showing polite interest, if there wasn't an edge to it. But there were two things that were impossible not to notice – the eyes with the color of the sea, and the long silver hair.
"So, we have a visitor? Or are you here to take me away?" – the thing said.
Roxas blinked in surprise. Instead of angry or suspicious the words sounded almost playful.
"Come on, don't keep me waiting. Even a demon needs to have a little fun from time to time." – he added.
"Who are you?" – Roxas asked.
"Ah, so you don't know. I'm just your humble servant. You… created me, in a way." – the demon smirked and cocked his head to the side – "Or maybe it's the other way around?"
For the first time Roxas felt fear crawl up his spine. He took a step back.
"What are you talking about? I'm dreaming. This isn't real, you don't exist! And I don't recall "creating" anything."
For a moment the demon's face had an expression of mock hurt.
"Don't worry, everything will be revealed to you soon. For now the only thing I can tell you is the name you chose for me." – he smirked – "Riku."
And as the demon said his name, the shadows that were coiling around his body reached for Roxas and the only thing he could remember after being engulfed in darkness was Riku's light laugh.
As he woke, Roxas bolted up from his bed, sweaty and panting. The fear that he had felt in the dream was still there. But what he couldn't stop thinking about was what the creature had said. How could he have created a demon? And why couldn't he remember ever doing so? For his rational mind these thoughts were too hard to comprehend. After all, it was just a dream, none of it really mattered. But the glint in those aquamarine eyes… everything had seemed too real.
The boy glanced at the clock by his side – 4:30 am. He needed more sleep before going to work, so he dismissed his restless thoughts and let himself relax. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was sleeping again.
Roxas had no more dreams that night.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so don't kill me please. xD
Tell me if I should continue. I'd appreciate constructive criticism as well!
Tiasany~
UPDATED 28.07.2016