Disclaimer: whoo, second chapter! I'll try and make it more lengthy this time. I don't own the characters in square enix or Disney. Though I'd love to.

Warning: Yaoi. Yaoiyaoiyaoi. Boy love. Etc. Can't stress this enough. And there's a possibility of a lemon ahead, so bear that in mind.

xxx.

"Roxas..."

What?

"R-roxas..."

What is it?

"Why... Why did you... Leave me?"

Leave who?

"Me..."

Who are you...?

"I'm... Yours."

x.

"What does that mean?" The blonde flung himself up, beads of sweat tracing small lines over his forehead; his brilliant blue eyes wide and bewildered. Sunlight poured through the carelessly decorated windows, signaling that it was now morning. "...Another dream." He breathed, slowly scanning his room, shifting the sheets around. This was happening for about a week now. Dreams about him. That man he could never place, though, with that crimson red hair, you'd think he would be hard to forget.

The dreams were coming to live more and more, though. They were coming to life more and more as each dream came, the movement, the warmth, the kisses, his voice, it all seemed so real. Roxas's heart seemed to ache each time he would awaken from those fantasies. He'd try so hard to figure out who that man was. It agitated him. Could it be that his mind was toying with him?

Well, might as well get dressed and ready.

There was about a week of summer vacation still, and then, school, school, and more school. Hayner, Pence, and Olette were all going to be with him, but he couldn't help feeling empty. He wouldn't feel better until he found out who that man was.

x.

Contemplating about his attire, Roxas was scrambling all over his room, searching helplessly for a decent shirt. His pants were already decided; a pair of slightly baggy denim jeans with bleached lines and spots decorating the legs. Something Olette bought him when they went to a shopping center not too long ago. Shirts were scattered everywhere, though. If you could have seen his room, you wouldn't even realize that he had a wood floor. There were piles of dirty shirts, piles of clean shirts, piles of shirts from his younger years; piles of just plain shirts. Nothing seemed suitable.

Grumbling to himself just as the door belly rang; he threw on the nearest shirt, rushing down the stairs. Opening the door cautiously, he peeked out, having a pair of luscious, chocolate-brown eyes directly across from his. "What're you doing here, Hayner?" Roxas didn't remember inviting his friend over today... Hm, maybe it just slipped his mind. Opening the door a few more inches, his friend began to chuckle.

"Pence and Olette are waiting at the Usual Spot; they sent me to get you... You know, I didn't think you still had a liking for that show." Pointing down at the other blonde's shirt, he continued to chuckle; more than amused.

Roxas's cheeks flushed. "Shut up, will you? I threw on the nearest shirt there was... Literally. So help me."

x.

After somewhat of a struggle, Hayner helped pick the 'perfect' shirt, even though it seemed it was the one that Roxas wore about every day.

The two boys began walking the streets, carelessly taking their sweet time, busily chatting about 'school is a drag' and 'struggle matches'. "So, Roxas," Hayner said softly, beginning to read a 'Struggle!' poster that was attached to a bill board. "Why've you been sleeping in so much lately? Something wrong?"

"Uh... Well, there's just a lot on my mind. School's starting soon, and we're almost at the finals, and you know. The regular happenings." In the midst of a slight daze, the blue-eyed boy rocked on his heels, whistling absent-mindedly to himself. "Why do you ask?"

Stepping back to look at his friend, Hayner laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "You see..."

Time had suddenly halted. Roxas paused, curiously stepping forward to poke his friend. A hand reached out and grabbed the confused boy's arm, jerking him back. He yelped, having another hand cover his mouth. "Mmph!" The blonde retaliated with flailing legs and punches at the arms, but no avail. The oxygen in his lungs began to dissipate; his head felt heavy and dizzy. "Roxas..." A voice cooed. "Did you really forget me?"

Forget?

Forget who?

"Me…"

Are you from my dreams?

"Yes..."

Who are you...?

"You did... Didn't you?"

xxx.

Smashing, isn't it.

Sorry if it's a little... blah. But I got bored.

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