Don't Forget About Me
I've been having these weird thoughts lately.
Like is any of this for real or not?
"Sora!" Remi exclaimed, waking abruptly from sleep.
It was him again. No mistaking it. Remi had dreamt of him so often that it was now easy to identify the brunette's voice.
She sat up, legs dangling off of the bed. "Sora…" she breathed and closed her eyes, probing her mind, trying to reconnect with him. "Are you okay?" She waited.
Nothing.
She sighed and heaved herself up off the bed, feet successfully reaching the floor. She dragged herself over to her closet and lazily picked out her standard school uniform. It was yellow and orange, like the sunset, complete with a white neck tie and the school emblem on the breast pocket, which was an image of the town's clock tower.
She went into her bathroom and slipped it on. She brushed her hair, not bothering to put her sandy blonde tresses up into a ponytail. She left it down, as she usually always did. She did a last check in the mirror, and was not surprised by what she saw. Her cloudy gray eyes were bloodshot, no doubt a symptom of her lack of sleep.
Remi shuffled out of her room and crept down the stairs. Her parents were still sleeping. She tried to be diligent, yet soundless, as she snaked her way through the kitchen and out the back door. She was early, so she decided to take her secret trail out to the beach, which was conveniently located right outside the fenced-in yard. Although it wasn't really fenced-in because of the hole she had created in it when she was little. She had accidentally split the wood when she had been playing sword fight with her imaginary friend. It had left a hole and when they peeked through it, the secret trail had been discovered. Her friend took the initiative of punching it out, creating an even bigger hole in which the two could squeeze through. When her parents found out, she had pleaded with them that it wasn't her; it was him. They didn't believe her. She had time-out for hours.
In fact, now that Remi thought of it, her friend bared a striking resemblance to Sora.
Oh, Sora…
Remi allowed herself to crouch in the toasty-warm sand. She had been dreaming about Sora for a year now. Sometimes it was about his travels, his friends, and even Kairi--the girl he loved. Other times it was about his pain, his fears, and his guilt. She knew him inside and out. She loved him, but not the way Kairi did.
"So how is good ol' Sora?"
Remi tensed and whirled around to see the owner of the mysterious voice. She immediately came face to face with the most brilliant green eyes and spikiest crimson hair she had ever seen.
"H-how do you know Sora?!" she stuttered, clearly taken-aback.
The stranger shook his head, and Remi watched as his incredible mane bounced around erratically.
"That's not important." he answered.
"Who are you?"
Her gaze wandered over him. He was incredibly lean and tall, and there were two teardrops carved under his eyes. Or maybe they were tattoos? She wasn't close enough to tell.
"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?" he lifted an index finger and tapped his right temple.
"What's going on?"
"It's simple. Just take my hand, and I'll show you a world you can understand." Axel extended his right hand to her.
She stepped forward warily, and stopped before him to contemplate. He knew Sora. He could take her to him…
Remi set her hand in his. Ash and cinnamon stung her nose, and then everything went black.
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I know this chapter is short, but don't worry! They get much longer! And if any of you noticed the song reference…haha. I was listening to Pain by Three Days Grace, and I got totally inspired! SO I was like, hey? Wouldn't this be a clever line for Axel to say?
Reviews are much appreciated! Even constructive criticism! ^^
I update every Sunday, and I'm so excited for you all to read the next chapters!
Thanks to Manwathiel for letting me hmm…borrow?…Axel's scent!
And thanks to my best friend, XShiori-ChanX for her most amazing ideas and encouragement!