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This little thing popped into my head and I wanted to type it down to see what you guys thought. I'm sure you guys can guess what the eventual pairing is going to be XP, but for now, read on peeps! Read on!! Hope ya enjoy!!


Roxas groaned as he continued to walk. Raking a hand through his sweat moistened hair. He hated working out in the fields, but as least he got paid 11 bucks an hour for his summer job. He was walking along the side of the main road that connected the working fields to Twilight Town. It was just a matter of getting back to the town in the sweltering heat of summer. Even as the sun beat down on the back of his neck he knew that the suntan lotion he had put on was already sweated off. Glancing back over his shoulder the fields were far away now but he was only half way home. Gripping the bottom of his shirt he peeled it off, skin glistening with sweat was wiped dry by the fabric. His skin was a golden tan color, rich with rays of the sun. Muscles rippled under the tanned skin and he stretched in the stifling heat.

Looking around with cerulean eyes he wondered if he was crazy for having picked a job so far away from home. It meant he had to get up at an obscene hour of the morning and make it to the fields by the time the man who owned the fields got there. He didn't have a bike because he was too lazy to buy one, riding the tram to the outskirts of the town and then walking his way to fields had suited him fine. But the scenery around him was little to nothing. Green fields with sparse houses were on both sides of the long, tar road. In the distance his vision was tricked by the heat, everything seemed to ripple and he looked down. Rubbing his eyes and face with his shirt, he looked up and his step faltered, throwing his stride off a little but he didn't slow. Standing not more then five yards away was a tall man. Had he been there before?

The blonde knit his brow, looking the strange person over. The blazing red hair that popped from the persons head was strange enough, but their attire made him feel even more hot. Wearing tight black pants and a fitted black shirt, the person had to be crazy! He was wearing shorts and he was still hot! The distance between them was growing small and Roxas could see more of the mans features. A cigarette hung from their lips, the person seemed to be searching for a lighter. As he drew closer he could make out two tattoos under the mans eyes. And what eyes! Focused, emerald eyes were narrowed into glittering slits as he checked his pockets fruitlessly. Roxas was not even ten feet away from the man when the stranger looked up, their eyes locking and Roxas felt a sudden chill go through his body.

"You got a light?" the red head asked, it was a smooth, almost intoxicating sound.

Roxas slowed, slinging his shirt over his shoulder he dug into his pocket and produced his own personal lighter. He had only started smoking a year ago but it seemed to do well for passing the time when he was bored. The blonde stopped next to the man and held the lighter out. Nimble fingers came out to curl around the extended lighter. Blue eyes followed the hand, it seemed the man moved with an odd grace. The flame flickered to life and he held it in front of the stick. Roxas watched, wondering just what the man was doing out in the middle of the road, alone, dressed like some wannabe emo. Smoke rose from the cigarette and the red head handed it back.

He pocketed the lighter "Thanks" the man mumbled blowing smoke out of his nose and sticking his hands in his pockets.

"No problem" the blonde whispered and started walking again. It was weird enough the guy was out here alone, maybe he was waiting for someone to pick him up. But just where had he come from?

Roxas thought about it hard, his walking slowed to a meandering. He hadn't seen the man in the fields when he looked around and he was sure no one was in front or behind him either. Stopping dead in his tracks he opened his mouth. Turning to call to the man his voice caught in his throat and his pulse seemed to spike for a brief moment. Where the man had been standing, it was now empty. No red head dressed in black. Just the side of the road. The blonde closed his mouth, looking around him. Down the road, to the green fields, to the road in front of him to the fields again. He looked around, 360 degrees. But no man. What the hell?

The blonde backed up a bit, biting his lip he turned around and started walking again. More of a sprint actually. But his thought process soon kicked in. Maybe it was just an illusion. Roxas slowed a bit, maybe it had all been in his head, from the heat. The blonde looked over his shoulder to the empty road behind him. Yeah, it was just the heat.


Needless to say when the blonde was thoroughly happy to arrive to home. Walking into his parents cool house was paradise in itself. His parents weren't home which meant he just got to lounge around all day. Which he intended on taking full advantage of. Locking the door he slipped his shoes off and stretched. The cool air was welcomed and he walked from the small entry way, into the kitchen, out of the kitchen and into the main hallway. His room was the second door on the left, his parents, the third on the right. Walking in he looked at his clock. It was a little past 1'o'clock. Counting back he deduced he had worked about 5 and half to 6 hours or so. Nodding in satisfaction he threw his shirt down, raking a hand through his hair he just flopped down into his bed, more then ready to just sleep.

Glancing up at the clear blue sky he sighed, closing his eyes he stretched and rested his mind from all thought provoking ideas. Letting both his tired mind and body sink into the cool sheets that embraced his hot skin. Feeling the soft fabric rub comfortably he nodded off soon. His mind falling into sleep, and dreams.

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Roxas stirred, the suddenly foul stench that filled his nose kicked his mind awake. Fluttering lashes opened and he cringed. His chest hurt for some odd reason, turning his head down and opening his eyes he froze. His sleep fuzzed mind trying to process what was happening. Shinning green eyes were looking down at him, a finger pressed painfully just above his heart. His mind registered the intruder and he moved to struggle, his body jerked forward but he was pulled back just as soon. Eyes flicked up and his stomach churned slightly. His wrists were bound tightly by some kind of fleshy rope, intestines? The blood from them slithered down his skin leaving lazy trails of blood. A low laughed emanated from the red head that was situated on top of him and Roxas regretfully looked around.

His bedroom was gone, he was in some sort of, room? No, it wasn't a room , it was some sort of pulsating, cocoon of flesh. The ground was strewn with piles of bloody parts, all glistening in the crimson fluid. A foul stench emanating from them as though they were rotting filled the air and made his stomach flip again. He looked back up to the stranger and open his mouth to say something when suddenly the finger above his heart thrust down, piecing the skin, the sickening sound of bone cracking filled his ears and he tried to scream. His body convulsed from the pain that seared around the hole in his chest and the foreign digit touching his heart.

Tears started to slide down his cheeks, he couldn't speak, scream, whimper or call for help. No, all he could do was watched as the red head reached up with his other hand. Another finger coming to fit beside the other one in his chest and pressure was applied in opposite directions. His body shook as pain flared into his chest and the horrifying sound of ribs snapping, collar bone breaking and his ribcage and skin being torn open seemed to echo around them. His mouth opened in a silent scream, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he watched in horror.

A cynical smile crossed the mans lips as he reached into the boys body. Roxas could see his beating heart, his heaving lungs. The mans hand came to curl around his pulsing heart and his body jerked, another silent scream at the pain. Snapping and ripping filled the air as the red head pulled, veins pulling apart, blood flooding from the organ into his chest cavity and Roxas closed his eyes, body wrecked with pain and fear.

"Look boy" a growl caused him to open his eyes.

The mans hand was dripping with blood, the fluid snaking down his arm and onto his black attire. A sadistic smile on his lips, eyes filled with some sort of pleasure as he watched the boy writhing in pain. Roxas watched with sick interest as the man brought his heart to his lips. A pink tongue slid out to lick the still beating flesh, a low moan rose from the mans throat, seemingly enjoying the taste of the boys blood. Roxas shuddered and quaked with pain, his mind couldn't think, couldn't process just why this was happening.

"Lets make a deal boy" the man whispered once more licking the boys heart. Blood smearing across his porcelain skin. "Give me your heart and I'll grant you any wishes you want"

Roxas shook, staring up at the man with glassy azure eyes, he had no idea why the man wanted to make a deal. But a stiff nod came from the boy, it wasn't like he had a choice. A smile crossed the mans blood stained lips. "Good" he purred and opened his mouth.

Canine like teeth ripped through his heart, devouring the soft flesh and Roxas opened his mouth. A sudden scream ripping through his throat as pain wrecked his body once more.

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The blonde jerked awake, jumping in his bed as the lasting sounds of the scream died in his throat. His hands flew up to grasp over his heart, looking down he checked. He was whole, his chest cavity was intact, no body parts littering the floor, and most importantly no red head. He looked around wildly, heart thundering in his chest and his eyes fell on his clock. Red letters read; 1:40.

"It was only a dream" he muttered raking shaking hands through his moistened hair. His body shook as he tried not to remember the vivid dream.

Getting up he almost tripped, his legs felt like noodles, he gripped his desk, body trembling and his stomach flipped. Stumbling forward he dashed to the bathroom. Falling to his knees as a wave of nausea gripped his body. Leaning over the toilet his stomach convulsed violent and painfully. Retching into the toilet he emptied his stomach. Gripping the side of the bowl, knuckles turning white as he closed his eyes. The after taste of the acids burning his throat. Shaking he slid over to sit against the tub. Just why had he dreamed of the stranger?

Sitting quietly he let his body settle, small waves of nausea washed over him but weren't enough to make him throw up again. He leaned his head back and stared up at the dark ceiling. In his rush he hadn't turned the light on, the foul stench of sick filled the bathroom but he didn't move. Never had he had a dream so vivid. So vivid that it sent him running into the bathroom. And the red head of all people to dream about.

He shuddered as he thought of the sadistic smile that crossed the mans lips. He didn't even know the man and all of a sudden he had a dream where he was tortured by him. He knit his brow, breathing through his mouth so as not to taste the contents of his stomach he shakily rose. Flushing the toilet he turned the light on and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked none the worse for wear, just shaken. Turning the water on he filled the cup beside the sink up and took a mouth full. Swishing, spitting, another drink, gargling and spitting a couple times till the taste in his mouth disappeared.

Turning the light off he walked back to his room but hesitated at the door. Looking in he grimaced. Sleep wasn't at all appealing at that moment, turning away he walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on. Anything to get his mind away from the dream, anything to busy his thoughts from the strange red head.