"I mean it was weird. You guys were like statues. I was the only one that had life. Me and this guy…"

"Oh? What did he look like?" Olette asked.

"You probably had too much ice cream." Hayner stated. "That's how Pence gets--he hallucinates."

"No I don't!" Pence exclaimed, pouting. He then held up the trophy that Roxas had won from Struggle. "It sure is beautiful." Pence stated.

"It's all thanks to you, Roxas. If you hadn't won the tournament and half-assed it like Hayner, we would never have won the munny." Olette added, grinning.

"Hey! I did try! And what do I get for it? Squat!" They all laughed hysterically. After ceasing Roxas passed out and even amount of crystals.

"Thanks for another memory." Pence smiled as he held the crystal that was given to him.

Hayner, Olette, and Roxas all followed after. Each crystal glistened aside the blazing sun. Four pair of eyes were blinded from the gleam bouncing off the crystals. The clock tower was so magnificent. Roxas looked over at his friends and grinned. He stood up trying to ask a question when his foot slipped.

"W-whoa!"

"ROXAS!" His three friends called as he was falling closer to the ground.

Restoration at 5 percent

A redhead appeared in his mind. "Hey, I know we're great friends and all--"

"The best." Answered a blonde. Happily he at this redhead as if he was his greatest obsession.

"Yeah…well I was wondering if you'd like to…"

"To what?"

"You know. Hang out tomorrow." The redhead's face was flushed red.

"You mean like a date?"

"No, no! I mean just hang."

"Mhmm. Well okay. Tomorrow at--"

"Number thirteen, I need you to take this mission!"

"Coming superior! Look Axel, I need to get going."

"Sure."

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This blonde looked familiar…as if they knew each other.

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Roxas opened his eyes to a sunset shielded by Hayner, Pence, and Olette.

"You okay?" H asked him.

"Yeah, fine." One thing was for sure. The emerald-eyed redhead was Axel. The guy who stood before him during the Struggle tournament.

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Fine, smoothened lips curled into a smile as dusks danced around his body. The figure reached out and with one swift move, flicked on a fire. "Restored one memory, huh? Can't wait 'till you get all back." With that he walked away silently, but not without stealing a glance of his loved one.

Love you Roxas. Don't forget about me. 'Cause I know I won't forget you.

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"It's almost time, isn't it?" Saix asked Xenmas.

"B-but Axel really loves him. Dontcha think you can bend the rules a bit…?"

"Number nine, if I needed your opinion I would have asked." Xenmas answered sternly.

"Sheesh, sorry sir." Demyx answered back, pouting adorably.

"Besides" Saix spoke up and explained, "We can keep number thirteen for as long as he is needed. Sooner or later he is going to be of no use."