Demyx's POV
Roxas was laughing. I couldn't hear what was said or why, but I could tell he was laughing. Axel was at his side, smirking with satisfaction. Roxas turned to him and his expression changed. The smile faded. The redhead stood there, open-mouthed. A look of confusion, fury. But most of all, the pyro looked…hurt…
I opened my eyes and tried to sort out what I had just seen. I'd dreamt about those two again. The dreams were becoming more frequent. They had been talking and laughing, then…
Then, what? Words had been exchanged. Something Axel hadn't liked, as his response had given away. But what had it been? What were the words exchanged? What did it mean? I gave up and went back to sleep. Maybe it was nothing, I thought.
My mind slipped back and I dreamt on. This time about waves and the way the sea rolled on a calm summer's afternoon. Light burst in.
I woke.
I tried not to think about it. But thoughts of the night lingered. If only just below the surface.