The beginning of a wonderful story by Blue and me, She-wolf. Roxas finds this ring and creates someone... can you guess who?

She-Wolf(Abby)

The moon is friend, little wolf

Canada? ~Blue

It begins, my pawns. This is a story She-Wolf and I decided to create. I write all of Roxas's POV whilst she writes all of Axels. We switch for the third characters POV, somewhat randomly. The POV seems a little off what I usually do. A lot off. But, hear that I let She-Wolf decide everything about the the POV so it comes as a challenge. I guess. It was hell to write and I would find myself switching to past tense and it was confusing... But hey thats what editing is for. In the end it doesn't even matter. (Have I mentioned I like Linkin Park?) Anywho... enough of my senseless babble, onward to the story!

-Blue

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Chapter One

Ember

Roxas

I walk down the dirt trail that is littered with dead leaves. The air is crisp and cool this late morning. I sigh, adjusting the sketchbook held firmly in my arms. Axel is busy doing who knows what, so the usual hang out at the clock tower was put on halt. That, of course, leaves me utterly bored, in search of a decent thing to draw. At least I escaped my mother, who would not have hesitated to make me sit down for a marathon of chick flicks if she found out that I didn't have plans. I will make this clear-if I must, I only watch chick flicks with Axel. Not my mom. Why? Because my mom gets too emotional and ends up sobbing during most of the movie, ugh. Maybe I'm exaggerating a tiny bit, but that is definitely how it feels.

No one usually comes into the forest, at least not as deep as I go. There's this stupid legend of a ghost that lurked among the banks, stealing the hearts of those who venture too deep.

That's crap.

Just some idiotic story made up a long time ago, probably by the ancestors who lived in the castle near the edge of the forest. Still, there are those who believe it. Those who don't, don't care enough to go deep anyway. That doesn't matter though, as long as I get time to myself.

I sit at the base of a tree, my legs crisscrossed with my sketchbook opened on my lap. The roots of the tree in front of me look strange. They look as if they are all expanding and flowing like a waterfall from a crevice in the lower trunk. The whole thing makes the tree look much more elegant and ancient.

I sigh again. What do I do when I'm bored? I go into the forest alone to draw trees and think about how much more fun I would be having with Axel. Even though I like to think my world doesn't revolve around the redhead. That idiot.

Either way, I digress.

The cold wind blows past my swirl of spiked hair and shakes the branches and leaves of each tree gently. Sunlight glitters and flashes, illuminating my sketchbook in bright spots as the edges dance in the breeze.

Something flashes ahead of me. I blink, thinking I might have imagined it or it wasn't really anything. It flashed again, in the crevice of the roots of the tree in front of me. I squint, moving forward on my knees curiously. Propping myself up with one arm, I reach into the roots. Apparently, logical Roxas isn't here at the moment. It could be an animal's home, which I am now invading and I could have my fingers bitten off at any moment now. Can't blame me, though, I'm bored. So curiosity got the best of me, if I must admit it.

I feel around until something smooth and oddly warm grazes my fingertips. I pull it out and go back to my place leaning against the tree. I hold it up, twirling it between my fingers to get a full view. It's beautiful actually: a ring.

Emerald green vines, with small metallic green leaves wrapped around a glowing orb, the color of fire. Red, yellow, and orange swirl around inside. I slip it on. It's slightly large so I put it on my left thumb. The curiosity and distraction melts away. I stare blankly at the new subject I plan to draw. It is a squirrel with light brown fur and a bright bushy tail. It paid no attention as I bring my knees up to rest my sketchbook against my legs, sketching quick lines that serve as the outline of the squirrel. I soon lose myself in my drawing, in deep concentration.

"Squirrels are weird," I mutter quietly as I finish the drawing, brushing away the eraser shavings left over with my left hand.

Then it blinked…and by 'it' I mean the squirrel…on the paper.

I stare, dumbfounded, as the lines moved on the paper. My squirrel extended out, peeling, and solidified, looking exactly like the original squirrel. I gape at the squirrel eyeing me from the top of my sketchbook. After a moment, it jumps and scurries away, leaving my page blank.

"What the hell?" I say aloud, voicing my thoughts. I personally think I reacted well considering the squirrel I drew came to life. "How the fudge did that happen?" I am visibly perplexed.

I quickly sketch a ladybug, it being the first thing that came to mind. I watch it expectantly, twirling my pencil between my fingers. Nothing happens.

"Well, I feel stupid," I mutter, twisting the ring on my thumb. I grin, an idea or realization or both in my head. I run my left hand with the ring over the drawing. As expected, the lines start moving, the ladybug getting smaller. The bug solidifies, bright red, just as I imagined it.

I put my hand down, letting the ladybug crawl over my fingers. It crawls to the tip of my pointer finger before flying off. The whole idea does not surprise me… there is magic in this world. Technically.

I grin, grabbing my sketchbook and get up. I have such a bad idea forming as I head out of the forest.

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Upon reaching home I dash up the stairs to my room. I jump onto my checkered bed with my sketchbook in my hands. I grab the picture of Axel and me that was sitting on my dark wood nightstand.

In the picture he was giving his signature smirk, with an arm slung over my shoulders. I was laughing at something he had said, looking up at him. The redhead's striking, beautiful, green eyes fixed on the camera. That's kinda why it's my favorite picture…I smile at the picture, tracing the side of Axels face with my thumb.

I mentally slap myself.

"That idiot, making me like him," I mumble to myself. It was about a year ago when I, I guess, started to develop feelings for him. I could tell when I started getting uncharacteristically jealous of when he would hang out with his other friends. Especially Demyx. Everyone loves Demyx, the happy-go-lucky musician, who is nice to almost everyone. It wasn't until Axel pulled me into the group and I became friends with them that I relaxed a bit. They are amazing people; the group of Riku, Kairi, Demyx, Sora, and Zexion. I was still slighty jealous of Demyx until I was informed that he and Zexion—a smart, more to himself kind of guy—were actually dating. I kind of felt like an idiot but as long as no one knows…

Well, it was that and the fact that the thought of being with him or kissing him didn't bother me at all, not that I imagine things like that…heh.

Whatever.

I begin to sketch Axel's sharp and exotic features. I blush slightly at the thought of him, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to concentrate. When I am halfway complete with my drawing of Axel my cell phone vibrates. I pull it out of my jean pocket and open the message.

'Hey Rox, sorry we couldn't hang out today. I'll make it up to you whenever you want.' –Axel

I grin before texting my reply: 'I'll hold you up to it.'-me

I put my phone down and continued to draw my friend. I considered telling him about the ring but eventually decide not to. I'll keep it to myself for a while.

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I hold back the picture, admiring my work. It's as perfect as possible for being the redhead. My heart speeds up as I swiped my left hand over the drawing.

He grins at me and my eyes widen in slight curiosity and wonder. The pictures arm grew larger as it extended out of the paper so I put my sketchbook down on the bed and back up. Amazed, I watch as slender, solid limbs stretched out of the notebook. The drawing oddly crawls out, lifting himself out along with his spikes of red hair.

"God, that felt weird", the Axel drawing announces when he finally escapes the page, rolling his shoulders back. He sits comfortably on the bed right next to the now black page. He smirked again at me, green eyes bright with amusement. His hair was wild and brilliant red like fire.

"Roxas, are you just going to stare at me?" He raises a red eyebrow at me.

I shake my head, "It's just kind of strange… you look so much like him it's almost scary."

"Well technically I am him" he scoots forward so his legs hang off the side of the bed before continuing, with a knowing smile, "I just know about your major crush".

I can already feel the heat rising to my face because of his comment but I manage to ask, "How?"

"I got all the emotions you drew me with memorized," he answers with a nod. All the emotions? Ha… okay… maybe.

"Oh," I mutter, shifting closer to question, "What about him?"

The drawings shrugs, "you don't know, I don't know. But… you are definitely someone I'd like" he winks at me but I ignore it.

"Hmph, well…" I trail off. I don't know what I would do with him now, after I created him.

He spoke after a moment, "I'm sure you'll get confused so you can just call me Aku. Aku, got it memorized?" he tapped his temple, leaning forward with a grin.

I smile, just like Axel. Just like Axel. My smile disappears as I think about it. Just like Axel… as in troublemaker, cocky, living, breathing, loud Axel.

"Uh, I'm starting to think this wasn't a very good idea." I comment, looking over my redhead creation. See what boredom does to me? I don't think! Ugh.

A pillow hits my face, making me utter an involuntary "umph" at the sudden shock.

"Just enjoy my company, damn it. You get two Axel's. Imagine that." He raises his eyebrows suggestively, a lopsided smirk appearing on his idiotic face.

I pick up the pillow and throw it back at him with furrowed eyebrows ordering, "Shut up". He blocked it with an arm, stupid smile still plastered on his face. I sigh, "What am I going to do with you?"

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So comment, if you want. I won't force you or anything. Unless I need to... I promise you won't be completely ignored.

Seriously, though, I enjoy comments and constructive criticism. Tell me (Us) what you like, what you didn't like. Ask questions (I love questions). Hell, tell me your favorite color! I will respond to colors, I promise. How does that sound? I think it's great. That can be our little thing, yah know? At least for this story

-Blue

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