Disclaimer:well i own, nothing not even my soul...sold it on e-bay. so you get the idea.

summary: they promised they would meet in the next life...but will they remember.

notes: well this is the first chapter in a ...like 3 or 4 chapter fic. this wasnt even supposed to be a chapter, it was like an intro but well who cares, i dont, the people not reading this don't, so it matters not. well i dont think this is AU but its like rebirth...is that a spoiler...i dont think so. um i would like feed back ... but i think you already knew that, you imaginary reader you. begins talking to her-self he he well Axel Roxas forever and a day...but i suppose you knew this too.

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"You really do remember me this time."He had hoped he wouldn't remember. "I'm so flattered."

As he spoke, the red head willed himself into anger, transforming all the pain Roxas had caused him into a fire that burned wild. "But you're too late!" he spat venomously, rage obvious in his gaze. His motions were almost stiff as he summoned his two chakram.

The battle that followed was fierce. Fury fueled his rash movements; but soon the fire dimmed, and the momentary strength he had gained left him. Number eight of organization XIII had failed. His resentment had been a momentary flash in the pan, and after the light had faded it left nothing but a colorful spot in his vision as a reminder.

"Axel," Roxas said to fill the silence. The mentioned man looked up."Let's meet again...in the next life."

Axel panted, barely having the strength to stand – let alone make sense.He knew there would be no next life for a "Nobody" like him.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting," the blond-haired boy smiled. Axel loved that smile, suddenly wishing he could have seen more of it in their brief time together.He sighed. Wisps of darkness began to swirl lightly around him.

"Silly . . ."Tearing his gaze from the boy, he stared at the floor. "Just because you have a next life…"It was to painful to finish his sentence.

Wincing, he crumpled, falling into the darkness that was spreading quickly on the floor, a welcome relief from the hurt of seeing Roxas slip through his fingers yet again.

Funny . . . Maybe all Nobodies are like that little colorful spot in your vision after you see a spark, fading away after a few painful blinks, "the flurry of dancing flames" conversed mournfully with himself as he drifted though the darkness.

Somehow, Axel didn't think that a certain "nobody" would ever fade from his memory.