***Elsewhere in school, the "new" Axel's POV
"Hey... Did you see that?" I stared at the blond phantom, wide-eyed and shaking.
"What, the girl you screwed? She's fucking ugly," he deadpanned, deep blue eyes boring into me.
"No! The... the guy who looks exactly like you!" He rolled his eyes.
"Yes, of course. I have eyes. Better than yours, apparently."
I tried to stand from the bathroom floor, finding it difficult to stand on my wobbly legs.
*Five minutes ago*
I had told my "friends" to go to class when the bell rang, just a moment after I heard the kid hit the ground. I found him, slightly raised from the ground by an unseen force, and unconscious. I nearly passed out myself, but managed to collect myself (mostly) by the time he came to. He looked at me as if he recogized, then shocked when I said
"You okay kid? You look like you just saw a ghost." I hoped he didn't hear the slight waver in my voice. He glanced around quickly.
"Yeah... What happened?" he sounded weak. "I came in here cause I wasn't feeling too well..."
"You should probably go to the nurse's office," I stated, drinking in his eyes- so familiar to me, but he was a stranger to me. He analyzed me, I could see his eyes leave mine and to my face, my hair, then back to my eyes. After a moment, he nodded quickly, getting to his feet, and practically ran out of the bathroom. I sighed and stayed where I was. I ran a hand through my hair and realized- I forgot to ask what his name was.
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"What do you mean, better than mine?" I clutched the sink, pulling myself up onto shaky knees. I very near glared at him.
"I mean, there was another phantom." I fell down again, feeling weak and a cold sweat had broken out across my whole body.
"Another... But.. that's impossible! We've never seen another phantom like you, why would we suddenly find one?" He shrugged so nonchalantly, so unlike his flesh twin... the one I'd just seen.
"I'm going home. Fuck school."
"Not like you cared before," he replied, following me out of the bathroom- slowly because I was still unstable on my lanky legs. We said nothing until we got to my car in the senior's parking lot.
"What... what do you think this means?" I asked, as if he would know something I didn't. He shook his head slowly.
"Like I would know..." I sighed, started up my car, and sped all the way home. No, home is too cozy... more like, a house, the place where I rest and eat and shit. Nothing more, nothing less.
When I got there, it was empty, as expected. I hiked it up the stairs to my bedroom, and laid down. The blond sat down at the end of my bed.
"Too much for 'cool guy Axel' to handle?" he asked sardonically. I glared at him, wishing for one second that I could actually touch him and then... I would slap the shit outta him.
"Y'know, you really know how to piss me off sometimes, Roxas."
I passed out immediatly.
And woke up in a dream, no, a nightmare.
I groaned, sitting up in the mud. It was if I'd fallen asleep here, but something was off. Roxas laid next to me, his blond hair streaked with mud.
"Hey Roxas, wake up. What happened last night? I remember getting into a fig-" I abruptly stopped when I realized he hadn't stirred, hadn't moved an inch. I touched his arm, fearing the worst. He was as cold as ice. My eyes widened, and I flipped him onto his back.
"Roxas!" A trail of blood had dried across his face, one that had started from his slightly smirking lips. His eyes were open, but missing life. I tried to take his pulse. Nothing. I tried to beat a beat back into his heart, all to no avail. "No!" I shouted. "This can't be happening!" I furiously looked around, looking for the witch. "Namine, you bitch! What did you do to Roxas?" I screamed, my voice cracking from its intensity. She stepped from behind a tree, her long, white dress unstained by the mud. I got up, my blood boiling, and held her up off her feet by her dress. She just giggled as innocently as a child.
"I didn't do anything. HE thought you were dead, and I offered him a way to see you again," she murmured, smirking malevolently.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't snap your fucking neck," I hissed, my teeth clenched.
"Because then he won't see you again. You'll have no idea how to get to him, no way to do it, even if you knew how." I wanted to cry.
"How do I...?"
"You have to die." I felt my stomach knot up a little.
"Is that all?" I laugh sarcastically.
"No, you must die the same way as Roxas- with a flower and a poison. Then I will cast a spell on your bodies so you will find each other." Tears started falling from my eyes.
"Do you know why... why he did this?" I set her down, glaring at her.
"Because he loved..." (My dream became blurry, I couldn't hear her next words, but I saw myself, as if through a sheet of frosted glass, lying down next to the blond, dying. I was gone, but Namine was not. The blurriness faded abruptly.) She smiled sadly at the two teens, as she put Roxas' hand on what had been mine.
"Quamvis animas vestras abire hodie, vos mos reperio invicem, alia die ... Invenies in animo, alia felicitas. In fide et virtute foris Sic enim solum concurrant. Amor alligabo animis vestris, vestri imaginationis cordibus definire," she whispered. Wish I knew what that meant... A spark of red light covered the boys, originating from her hands. I tried to move, have some corporeal body, but I couldn't, I didn't. Somehow she saw me, however, and tutted at me. "You're not supposed to be here, silly Axel. Always impatient. You should wake up now, and find him. You know which 'him' I am speaking of, I trust." She smiled before everything went black.
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