D: Dream

He wandered through his new surroundings before him as he tried to figure out where he was. He was in a forest, it seemed like; there were trees everywhere. The path he was on had him follow a stream, which was filled with life from tad poles to fish to lily pads. Up ahead, he found himself in a small clearing and a water fall, flowing into a lake, which eventually leads to the stream he was following. There were rocks that he could easily climb in the lake and surrounding it, and the way the sun was shining on the falling water, made it look like a rainbow. From what he could remember, the only life he passed, other than the plants and trees were the life in the stream and the animals in the forest; like the deer, chipmunks, and birds. Not one single form, sound, smell, of civilization was around; he was in paradise. He spent, what felt like hours, swimming in the lake, sunbathing on the rocks, and climbing up the water fall when he had a sudden epiphany.

"Albeit this place is paradise, could I at least have someone else, preferably a cute piece of blonde, to share this beauty with? I don't like people, but I would rather not be lonely if I had the choice." He spoke aloud, knowing that no one was around to hear him. As he went to lay his head down on one of the rocks, positioned in the lake and a few feet away from the waterfall, he heard the rustling of leaves; he thought it was one of the woodland creatures, that is, until he heard a faint giggle that sounded heavenly, human, and male. He snapped his head up so fast, he could have sworn he had given himself whiplash. Perched on a rock in between where he was, and the lake shore, was, what he could only describe as, an angel. Beautiful, spiky honey- blonde locks, softly blowing in the gentle breeze, complementing a heart- shaped face. Cobalt blue eyes stared at him in amusement while he was speechless. In front of his was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. Just as he was about to say something, anything, he was shrouded in darkness.

Axel Sinclair woke up to the sound of an annoying buzzing sound coming from his alarm clock signaling it was four thirty pm. He groaned in disappointment and slammed his fist down on the 'snooze' button. 'Wow, what a dream,' Axel thought to himself as he managed to reach his bathroom and turn on his shower. 'I wonder who that boy was, he was really beautiful.' He knew it could only be a dream; nothing in his life had ever been that beautiful. Axel looked at his reflection in the mirror across from him. Staring back at him, he saw a twenty- one year old, six foot- three inches, male; he did not know whether or not he had crossed the line from boy to man, slightly long, crimson- red hair, a set of emerald green eyes, and diamond- shaped scars under his eyes from his past. In short, his mother beat him because he thought Axel was the cause of her husband's death when Axel was only six.

He shuddered at the reminder of the dark memories and stepped into his shower. After getting dressed for the day, a pair of faded- blue jeans and an AFI band shirt, he headed down to his kitchen to prepare himself breakfast. Axel moved out of his mother's house at the age of eighteen and had never looked back. He lived alone in an apartment and held a steady job as a bartender because his mother was too cheap to help him pay for college.

It was Friday, which meant tonight would be hectic; it was already five o'clock as Axel headed out to the bar where he works, Firecracker.

He entered the club and took a glance around at the scene. His two other co- workers, Tifa and Cloud, were already there cleaning the glasses and doing things to prepare for the massive Friday rush. He sighed and went to the back room behind the bar so he could clock in and mentally prepare him for the night ahead.

The time was barely nine thirty pm and Axel already wanted to pull his hair out, anything was better than the gaudy women, the alcohol, the smoke, and the pounding bass for the dancers. He caught Tifa's attention and let him know he was going outside for a little bit so he could catch his breath. He took a twenty minute break, knowing he couldn't leave his co- workers to fend for their own selves in the mad house. He went through another hour of the chaos before he sighed of relief in the dwindling numbers of orders of drinks, and the number of dancers increased. There was a giggle near his end of the bar; a very heavenly and very familiar giggle. He snapped his head toward the sound, and his breath caught in his throat. There sat his angel, occupying the end seat at his end of the bar. Once, again he giggled and Axel loved the sound. He walked toward him once he regained his breath.

"Excuse me, but haven't I seen you somewhere before?" He was hopping to whatever higher power, that he could hear him voice, and that this wasn't a dream; and also hoping that he did not just try some lame pick- up line.

"Hmm, I would hope you remember me because we have met before, in your dream earlier today. My name is Roxas, Roxas Hart, and I have come here tonight to ask you a very serious question, Axel Sinclair." Axel gaped at Roxas, thoughts blank and mind lost in baffled confusion.

"What? I'm…so, confused! So… are you real?" Roxas nodded his head. "And you were able to come to me in my dream?" Axel was awarded with another nod. "Are you some mystical being hiding in human flesh so you can lure me away into the darkness of the night and eat me?" Roxas just looked at Axel, king of disgusted, but the slightly tilted head was what Axel thought was adorable.

"Umm… not quite; I'm a regular human, just like you, but I have telepathy. I used my telepathy to come visit you. Now I have to ask you a question. In your dream, did you like what you saw? Did you like the serenity, the peace and quiet?"

Axel answered him with a "Yes, of course. I loved it and I wouldn't mind if you told me how to get there, actually."

Roxas looked at Axel with a little sympathy. "I can't tell you unless you want to go with me. If you come with me, we can live there together; forever, become immortal, and you can leave this place all behind you. If you don't want to go, then I can't force you to, I just thought that you might want an escape. There is nothing for you here. I have seen you're future and nothing good happens. I thought maybe I could save you."

Axel contemplated this for a minute, he didn't know anything about Roxas, but he had this feeling around him, saying that he could trust him. What he said was kind of true, there really was nothing here for him but scarred memories, no friends, and a dirty apartment. There was no way he could possibly have any success in his life unless he went to college; his mother sure wasn't going to help him and his debts were never going to pay themselves. He made his decision and turned to Roxas.

"Alright, when do we leave? You're right, and in all honesty, this life sucks. I will gladly come with you." Roxas giggled again and pulled out a gun; Axel was utterly confused.

"I'm glad to hear that, now I won't have to have a guilty conscience when we go. I'm going to free us both, and then we can sleep eternally and forever dream. Bye, bye Axel, I'll see you real soon." Roxas laughed maniacally before a gun shot echoed around the room but the music was too loud to hear. Axel realized what was happening and immediately declined any regret he might have felt; because now he can dream, and nothing will ever wake him.