Remember

Chapter 1: Falling

A scattered dream that's like a far off memory.
A far off memory that's like a scattered dream
I want to line the pieces up
yours and mine...

Red hair... Red spikes that could pierce your very heart, those with that of a strong resemblance of flames. Loving a boy yes, that was indeed playing with fire, but who had control of their heart? Who had control of an emotion so undeniably strong? One that could set a person for life, and an emotion that's just so powerful it could break someone so easily for an unimaginable amount of time.

Why did he feel such strong, captivating emotions for someone he was sure he had never laid eyes upon? It was unfathomable to him. He couldn't get to grips with the whole ordeal, why was this happening to him? He'd never believed in love at first sight; if he could call something as sickly delusional as this love... He thought love itself was a confusing emotion, one he didn't like to get involved in. He saw how it hurt people, how it tortured them, he didn't think he could go through with something like that; that hardship, that pain. He wasn't particularly attracted to anyone, and he didn't even know he was gay, until he saw him... that is.

The vision was hazy, but these so familiar locks of crimson overwhelmed him with such emotion, emotions he'd never felt before. Such longing and dark desire, yet such a strong sorrow germinating from deep within.

Who was this stranger? Why would he appear in every one of his dreams?

Those Diamonds... Black Diamonds tattooed under those deep emerald eyes. Eyes that you could get lost in with just a single, simple glance, those same eyes that could penetrate his very soul, and read him like an open book; the ones that held some sort of secret mystery, those same eyes he could never read, or decipher, when those unreadable emotions that would flicker on and off.

Who was he? And why did he feel as if he was so very, very familiar if he'd never even met him?

A long black coat, one that strongly looked familiar to him, and one that mirrored the one he wore not so long ago in a compelling dream he found himself engrossed in.

There were new places, new people, new friendships, new feelings; all of which he knew he hadn't set eyes upon, or felt before.

That musical laugh that would echo throughout his mind... His face was a blur to him, but these little traits and features would spark in his mind, reminding him of something, something important, something he had to unwillingly forget. He was confused. He couldn't comprehend it.

'The names... Got it memorized?' Damn it. The phrase clear in his mind; his amused and playful tone slightly muffled but whenever it reached his name it would go silent, an inaudible whisper. That's right. He didn't even know his name.

It was driving him insane. This person; this person he couldn't remember. This person he was sure that he'd never met, yet somehow he couldn't seem to stop the dreams, where they would be together, or the thoughts and the visions that would assure him they knew each other and that he was actually real, that his feelings were real, and that he wasn't slowly losing it.

Would he ever supposedly meet this someone again? Would they ever come face to face? How would he even go about finding said 'stranger'? He had to find him, unless of course, he came to him first. He had to remember that face. He had to remember.

Remember...

A sudden pain clawed at his brain, like needles piercing through his temples; an excruciating headache. Cradling his sore head in his trembling hands he willed the pain away but it was no use; it never was. Every time he tried to remember or recall something that would help ease his self torment, his pained 'head-aches' would only snap him sharp, and painfully out of his reverie, as all those remembered features would vanish and he would be left confused.

Confused and completely detached from the world, unaware of what just occurred. Yet, that lingering, constant nag at his mind would bother him. It was like trying to remember the name of a song, being at the very tip of your tongue, but just not being able to guess, extremely irritating you until you eventually got over it and forgot, and once you did it would then all suddenly come racing back to you.

It was like a recurring nightmare. Nightmare, dream... he didn't know anymore. He couldn't help but think he was sick, delusional, and he wouldn't even dare tell his best friend of these recent changes in his life.

He wasn't even sure he could call him his best friend anymore. They'd grown so apart during the summer holidays. He wondered if anyone else was having this problem, saw this guy with red hair, of it was just specifically him. Oh god. why did it have to be him?

His friends had asked him to venture out with them on several occasions, and oh how he would love to meet up with them, but after waking up from such a haunting, repetitive dream, it really did tire one out, exhaust him for a reason unbeknownst to him. Was it the will to remember so adamantly which drained him so?

As his dejected emotions would rule over him, he slowly and slowly grew further and further apart from the people he once called his best friends. He sighed. Hayner, Pence, Olette. He didn't know what was wrong with him, or why this was happening, but he felt that now that the time to return to school drew near, that things were going to drastically change. Back to normal; He didn't know, but something was going to be different. He could feel it in the air, or watched the way his hands trembled at the very idea of the word change itself.

Change. He didn't like change. Humans didn't like change.

He sighed. It was the last day of the summer holiday; to his dismay. Yet, maybe this would be the end of his tormenting dreams? Perhaps if he were to preoccupy his thoughts on school and his works then maybe, just maybe he will forget... As much as he longed to remember, to forget would be better... better for everyone.

"Hey Roxas" Quickly glancing away his eyes landed upon his 'best friend'. It was Hayner. He couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips as he joined him on the edge of the clock tower. His gaze languidly settled back upon the dazzling sunset that he'd half been paying attention to. I could never get bored of such a sight... He briefly thought.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Hayner's soft voice broke through the peaceful silence. Beautiful would be an understatement; such a sight is to die for.

"Yeah... it is." He said with a distant yet mesmerised gleam in his eye. He was thinking about him again, and he couldn't help but feel sad as a sudden wave of sorrow washed over him. He couldn't help but feel that something was missing. He sighed and lifted himself from the ledge.

"Hey Roxas"

Huh?

He looked around at Hayner; he seemed un-phased by the foreign voice. Looking around him there was no one else there. Was he hallucinating again?

"Do you know why the sun sets red?" Like a hushed whisper at his ear.

The sunset... Why was this voice talking to him? It sounded like... "Because out of all the colours, red is the one that travels the farthest." Red hair. Memories. That pain again, that sharp pain.

Dizzy... He's dizzy. He feels like he's falling...

And everything suddenly went black...

A/N: I added and changed bits and pieces, and also changing the rating to M instead of doing it later. I also attempted at making it longer, hope you enjoyed.

My apologies for not updating this for a while, but I will get around to it very soon! Please review and let me know what you think! :)