Pairing: Hayner/Roxas (Also contains allusions to Sora/Riku.)
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Square-Enix, whom I am not affiliated with. No profit made.
Spoilers: Up to and including the 5th Day, but hints at things past full restoration.
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"Are you upset with me?"
"Not really, why?"
Roxas looked up from his shoes to study his best friend. Hayner grinned, standing with a hand on his right hip. His brown eyes somehow sparkled, even though the light in their usual spot was always a bit dim. The brown brick walls certainly did nothing to help with the lighting.
"I just feel really badly," said Roxas, running his fingers through his hair. "I lost our munny. I lost my crystal. I ruined our trip to the beach - twice. I beat you in Struggle battle. I went to the Haunted Mansion without you. I don't want there to be any bad feelings between us. We are best friends, aren't we?"
Hayner flopped down on the green sofa next to Roxas, strands of his blond hair falling loose. Pence and Olette had already gone home for the evening, leaving them take up space on any piece of furniture they liked. Light from the setting sun flashed under the curtain, lighting up Hayner's shoes, the bare skin on his lower legs turning golden. Roxas had a sudden urge to run his fingers over Hayner's shins, to find out if they felt as smooth as they looked.
"Of course we're best friends. Don't worry about it. It's no big deal." Hayner waved at Roxas, grinning again. He had small dimples in the corners of his cheeks, and his lips seemed very soft and pink.
Roxas looked away, his face heating up. He had a fluttering feeling in his stomach, as if the bees out in Tram Common had moved inside of it. This was all so strange, yet so familiar. The gesture of a best friend's hand in his direction. The spill of light on another boy's legs. The inviting spread of lips. Had he done this before?
That couldn't be. He'd never thought about Hayner like this before.
But it wasn't him. It was from the dreams. It was Sora's thoughts of a flash of legs and sunlight and sand and lips and hands and -
This was insane. But so were the past few days.
"Hello? Roxas?" Hayner knocked on his head. "Anyone home?"
Roxas took a deep breath, trying to shake the dream away. They seemed to be getting closer every day. He turned to Hayner, attempting to suppress the bees in his abdomen, wondering if his cheeks were as red as they felt. He lowered his gaze to Hayner's lips and licked his own. The bees kept fluttering.
Hayner's grin faltered - didn't disappear, just seemed unsure now. He dropped his hands onto his lap. Roxas realized they were sitting very close together, thighs almost touching, and if he leaned forward ever so slightly he could -
Then Hayner suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. It lasted for one breathless moment, the press of warm lips to Roxas's own, the feel of Hayner clumsily grabbing his arms, the pound of a heartbeat that wasn't his. Roxas closed his eyes, and for just a moment, he remembered a dream - a dream that wasn't his. This wasn't what he really wanted, but it was -
- it was over. Hayner let Roxas go and looked away. His cheeks were flushed pink, and he licked his lips. It seemed warmer than it was before, and the tips of Hayner's hair seemed to wilt in the dying light. Roxas wondered if he looked as ridiculous.
"Want to play darts?" Hayner asked after a moment, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
"Not really." Roxas smiled hesitantly. "I actually wanted to try what we just did again."
Hayner turned back to him. His eyes sparkled again, and his grin was wide as ever. "That's even better."
Not a dream. Not a memory. A dream within a dream. Another boy's dream about another boy.
It's not real.
It's not Riku.