A/N: Okay, so this idea has been in my head for a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time, so I thought it would be fun to finally get something up besides AkuRoku or Roxine. The pairings are said in the summary…..

Ok, so on to the story!!!!!! Or rather.......prologue...... yeah.......

Prologue:

"Now, Roxas, tell me what happened." The man's voice was raspy and dull. He kept his voice monotone, making him sound careless and uninterested.

"I'm...not quite sure how to, Mr. Musse..." The little blonde boy murmered, knees tucked tightly to his chest, arms wrapped around them. His chin rested on the top of his knees. He never really enjoyed talking about his own life, it just brought back too many memories. He wore black and white checkered pajama pants, with a red and black Death Note T-shirt. He had been in this room several times before. He became so accustomed to it, he never actually dressed anymore. He just went in his comfortable clothes, meaning he just normally went in his pj's since his 'meetings' were always in the morning.

"Well, why don't you at least try? Until we can figure out what's going on in your little head, we can't let you go. And many couples have been upset about that." The man stated, pushing his Libarian glasses back to the bridge of his nose. He looked up from his clipboard, over at the blond. The blond just shook his head, eyes closed. He then sighed. Too many things were going through his head then he knew what to do with. If he let it all out at once, it could be disaterous. He wasn't sure what would be the outcome of it all. But he did know one thing, he wanted out of this hell.

"I guess I could try...." He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "I had another dream about that night.... But this time, it was more vivid and I could feel everything as though I was there, but this time, as I am now, not then." He shuddered, and burried his face in his knees.

"Did anything else new happen?"

"No, nothing else." Roxas was able to mumble from behind his knees. It was clear he didn't feel comfortable with this. He never did, in fact.

"Why don't you explain for me one more time, to make sure we get all of the facts straight." He always was the typew of man who would push someone past their comfort zones. Thing is, he's already brought Roxas out of his years ago. He just gave up after a while.

"I....I don't want to....It's just, too much to relive." Roxas said, shakily. He always said that, but he knew it was useless.

"Roxas, you know you won't ever clear it up unless you talk about it. The best way to get over something like this, is to talk about it."

"Yeah, I know. But it just seems pointless to try. Memeories are what make us human, right?" Mr. Musse nodded, but then gave him a warning glare. Roxas sighed yet again. He knew the sooner he told the story, the sooner it would be over. "Well, it was like I was a ghost, only, I wasn't. It was just like nomral, and I was literally reliving that night. I was in my parents closet with my sister, Namine. We were playing around with their clothes. I could feel the shagg carpet beneath my bare feet. I could smell the fragrance of my Mother's perfumes roaming the closet. I had on my Father nice black coat, black pants, a black tie, a white button up shirt, and black shoes. Namine put on my Mother's white dress and her peach, faux, long, coat, and nice white high heels.

" 'You look so handsome, Brother!' My sister would tell me. I could hear it clearly, just as she had said that night. I felt myself smile, and respond,

'Same to you, Sister!' We both laughed, and decided to go show our Mother and Father. We hurriued down the stiars, and I could hear our shoes hit the ground, making a 'clicking' noise. We hurried into the Parlor, where Mother and Father sat, sitting in thier chairs. Mother reading a book, and Father listening to the small, burgandy radio we had saved up for and bought. I could hear it playing some old, classical folk music. We waltzed in, both smiling brightly. 'Look Mother! Father!' I say, eyes closed, now infront of my parents. 'We're ready to go to work, just like you two!'

" 'Aren't Mr. and Mrs. White so charming, Father?' My Mother says to my Father. He just chuckled, and smiled.

" 'Yes, they are, Mother. What ever shall we do? where did our lovely children disappear too?' He asked, looking at Mother.

" 'Why, what a good question, Father! Maybe Mr. and Mrs. White know where they can be found.' She laughed, her laugh was always something that brightened any time.

"Me and my sister both laugh, and say in unison, 'We are your children!' I then jump onto my Mother's lap, and my sister onto my Father's. But it all stopped when we started to smell smoke. The smoke smothered my throat, caus=ing me to choke, and not be able to breath. My parents go to iuntestigate, as they normally had, but this time, I heard my Mother shriek. My Father yelled my Mother's name. Me and Namine stayed where we were holding eachother close. Namine starts crying, and I try to calm her down. Of couse at the time, I was still coughing, barely able to breath. Then, I woke up." Roxas finished, looking up at Mr. Musse.

"Well, you've gotten very detailed in these dreams. Do you remember any more?"

"Yeah, I woke, choking, and not breathing. My clothes also smelt of smoke." Roxas mumbled, incohorently. But Mr. Musse was able to understand.

"Well, that's the session for today, you are free to go."

Wwith that, Roxas left, going off to the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

A/N: Okay, so here's the prologue. hope it wasnt to too bad. I worked nonstop on it! Hope ya'll liked it! The story will become more clear throught the story. Haha, hopefully that made sense.

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