Memories

Memories

Chapter 2: Names

Disclaimer: Yet again – must I really say it – I do not own Axel. No matter how much I wish it, his flaming smex shall never belong to me. Nor do I own Demyx, the lovely water smex, how sad it is for me. Again, the fact of their past is not set in stone, I'm just writing. Also! I have found names. It is unsure if it is their true names… Only Axel's has the potential of being true according to message boards.

Axel: So then what's my name?

Kyoku: Lea, and it's pronounced 'lee' so it's a unisex name.

Axel: …I see…

Demyx: and what about me?

Kyoku: Uh… I picked Dyme, it sounded decent.

Demyx: …oh… okay.

Kyoku: Er, okay, let's get started! Hahahahahahahahaha…ha….ha ha…. Hahahaha…ha…

There was so much noise; it was giving him a head ach. Make it all go away, I want to sleep. He was aware of someone nudging him, aware of people calling his name, but he didn't want to move, he was trying to sleep, couldn't they see that?

"Get up, we're going to miss all the good food if you don't move your lazy butt." He knew that voice, which was…Demyx… Dyme, that's right, his best friend since grade school, right? The redhead lifted his head lazily, only to peer straight into another pair of chocolate-colored eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what he was looking at; he just sat there, staring into the wide pretty eyes. His brain was still sluggish from his nap, and couldn't register who he was looking at, but he knew those eyes, those pretty innocent eyes…

"Ne, Lea, you coming with us to lunch or not?" the sweet voice filled his ears, pulling him further from the mist of sleep. Suddenly the light bulb in his head lit up, and he was awake at last.

That was Delilah's voice, and her pretty brown eyes he was staring into. His heart suddenly fluttered in his rib cage, and he sat up straight, at his leisure of course. "Yeah, yeah, I'll come, don't worry…" he answered, yawning as he stretched. He slept through class again and got away with it once more, the thought made him grin. What was he in class for anyway? He was a senior, and it wasn't long until graduation.

"Well then come on. Like I said, if we don't hurry, we're not going to get any good food," Dyme was hungry as always, eager to get to the lines and have his fill of food. "I don't want to get stuck with yesterday's leftovers."

"Alright, alright, Jesus, stop complaining, will you?" Lea scooted out of his chair, leaving his bag at his desk, no one would dare to touch it, and he knew that. "Well then, shall we?" He slung his arms across the shoulders of his friends, pulling them closer to him. "What are we in the mood for, hm?"

"Anything that will fill my gut," Dyme replied as usual. The two of them then looked over to Delilah, who stared a head for a while, before realizing they were waiting for her input.

Her chocolate irises shifted their gaze to meet the two teen's stare, and then blushed, her face heating under their stare. "I-I don't know. It doesn't matter to me…" she answered, fidgeting slightly under their gaze. "I don't have much to spend today, so whatever I can get is alright with me…"

"Don't worry, Delilah, Dyme will treat us to lunch today," Lea grinned as Dyme stopped, slipping out from under Lea's arm.

"To hell with that. I'll treat Delilah, but you're on your own," Dyme shot back, his brows furrowed and a frown pulled down on his lips. The slightest hint of a blush could be spotted on his cheeks, but Lea didn't really pay any mind to it.

Wait, Demyx… does he maybe…?

"Fine, I'll pay for today's lunch – that means all of us – and you can pay for tomorrow's round," the red head grinned.

Delilah, who still had Lea's arm over her shoulders, looked up at him, "So then do I pay for lunch the day after Dyme?" she queried. A single short strand of her brunette hair slid out of the clip she had placed it in, allowing it to fall a little ways into her face.

Lea hadn't noticed before, but she had actually done something with her hair today. Normally she just clipped back the random small hairs that would fall in her face, and leave the rest down, but today she had it all pulled back into a pony tail, some strands were even braided. How had he not noticed that before? It was just so cute on her.

"Uh – Lea?" Delilah called, he had been staring at her, and she was blushing again.

He grinned, that was cute too. "Sorry, Delilah, you're just to cute." He paused, had he really said that? Oh well, they were friends, he could voice his opinion, right?

"R-really?" the girl squeaked, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Yeah, you are," Dyme chirped in, "What Lea, didn't you notice it before?" The brunette said it as if he had seen it all along. Well, he probably had noticed it this morning, when Lea wasn't paying attention.

"Well… thank you, but, that doesn't answer my question," she laughed, and the sound was melodious. "You guys are just so weird."

"Weird is a good thing, didn't you know?" Lea pointed out, the grin still on his visage. "In answer to your question, Delilah, you don't ever have to."

"But that's not fair. If you guys pay for my food every day I'll feel like I'm using you," the brunette huffed, turning her gaze ahead once again.

"No, no, not at all. How about this? We'll take turns, but you can bring money for your own lunch just in case we don't have enough," Dyme offered.

Delilah thought this over, a hand to her chin. As she thought, they found their place in line for lunch. The noise around the cart was the worst, people shouting what they wanted as they crowded around, trying to cut in front of one another. "I guess that'd be alright…" she muttered finally.

Dyme and Lea grinned and tapped knuckles, sharing a silent victory.

Axel now sat at a table in the kitchen, a cup of hot coffee sitting in front of him, untouched. The steam curled up from the beverage and caressed his face, warming his cheeks. Another dream about that girl Delilah, just like the day before. Was this really his past he was seeing? He had heard his real name in that dream, hadn't he? The redhead raked his brain, trying to force it to the front of his mind again, but the harder he tried, the farther away it went.

"Damn…" he sighed, resting his chin on his propped up palm. All he could really remember was that girl's name. A little of her face came with it now, but it was really blurry. "Delilah… Delilah, Delilah, yeah… I've got it memorized now, don't I?" What was going on with him?

The sound of approaching footsteps made Axel lift his head, but only until he realized it was Demyx. "Oh, it's you…" he muttered. He felt so downhearted, and he couldn't think of one thing to remedy that. Why now of all times was he getting flashes of his past?

The water-wielder took a seat across from Axel, taking the coffee cup and drinking deeply from it. "Hey, that's my coffee, Dyme," he growled automatically, even though he knew he wasn't going to drink it himself.

Demyx almost spit the coffee back up, and ended up coughing violently instead. He put the cup down roughly, the glass clattering against the counter. "W-what did you call me?" A look of shock was set into the brunette's features. If he had a heart, it'd probably be fluttering in his chest as the surprise pumped him with a small rush.

Axel blinked, confused at Demyx's reaction, "What do you mean? I called you Demyx, that's your name."

He shook his head, his sapphire eyes never leaving No. 8's face, "That's not what you said. You called me something else. Axel, you called me by a different name, what was it?" That was his real name he had heard, he knew it. He needed to hear it again.

A lost look crossed onto Axel's visage. He had called Demyx by a different name, hadn't he? "Fuck, what was it?" he muttered, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead. The fire teen closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. Once again, just as it had happened with his own name, Demyx's true name drifted away from his reach. He had called Demyx by hid real name completely on whim, without even thinking. Was that even possible?

Silence filled the room, and finally Demyx sighed, "You know what, don't worry about it, I'm bound to remember it someday."

"Have you… been having dreams, too?" The redhead questioned, his eyes opening into slits. If Demyx was having dreams about his past as well, then maybe they could help each other figure out what was going on. "Have you been having dreams about your past? Where we're in school together, and there's this girl—"

"Delilah," Demyx interrupted, "Yeah, I heard you say that name yesterday…" the brunette ran a hand through his hair as he slumped in his chair. "I thought you were just over reacting, but I think I'm starting to get those dreams now, too. In your dream, did we call her something else? Something other than her name…?"

"I think so… why?" Axel asked.

"Because I remember there being a girl in my dream, and we called her… 'Bookworm', I think?" the brunette attempted another sip of coffee, probably to try and clear his mind.

Axel stared at Demyx, that sounded right, "Yeah, I remember that…"

Maybe they'd be able to help each other out after all.

There we go! Another one down! I'm not attempting to do much outside the dreams, because no one really knows what they do in their free time. I may venture further into the awake moments later, I have some ideas floating around in my head. And Demyx stole Axel's coffee because that's what friends do, steal each other's food.

That chapter was for my Ane-san, because she read the first chapter before I posted it, and she'll probably do the same with chapter too. I'm starting this series before I'm allowed to post up, so I'm passing time in a creative way! Yay!

I know Axel seemed a bit blonde in the beginning, but aren't we all like that when sleepy?

Thanks for reading, I can't wait for your reviews!

Kyokugaisha Asumare.