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You may not know it's me,
and I may not know it's you,
but we'll meet again.
I'm sure of it.

-Namine-

I stretched my wings, indulging myself in the warm autumn air. The vibrant scarlet design blending with the falling red and orange leaves as they span delicately to the ground. The trees were almost bare, aside from the occasional specks of apricot that decorated a few branches. I had perched myself within a cherry blossoms, looking for just a glimmer of those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. I was drawn to them, like the planets, like clouds and rain. I couldn't live without seeing them, just once would be enough. They make me feel... something. I want to know, I NEED to know, what that feeling is.

"C'mon Roxas! Hurry up slowpoke!"

I looked up, eyes fixated on the two boys running past me. One had the most biggest, beautiful eyes I had seen since... him. They weren't his though, not my Roxy's. He turned around, a large smile dominating his face. I got that same feeling, only slightly different. I began to flap my wings, intent on following the boy until I felt myself enclosed within a small, warm prison.

I flailed violently, throwing myself aggressively against the walls of this soft, inescapable cage. Eventually I tired. My vibrant crimson pennons coiled into my body as I began to recover from my weary state. I was too weak to notice the light escaping from the top of the cell, illuminating my surroundings. Suddenly, my entire world was filled with colour once again as the prison began to unfold.

I was greeted with curious eyes, examining me like I was some kind of unknown creature. My vision was hazy, I could just make out two large orbs of colour peering down on me. I blinked, revaluated myself, and looked up once again. My tiny, little heart missed a beat. It was him. My princess, my Roxy! He had grown a bit since we had last met, he was about six or seven now but I could still tell it was him. Those mustard coloured locks were still as spiky as ever and his pale, chubby face was still as cute as the last time we had met. I flew onto his cheek, fluttering my wings happily at the feel of his baby fuzz against me.

"Ha ha, stop that! That tickles!"

I didn't care. I had found him! My best friend, my only friend. Only, I suppose, he had forgotten all about me. I can't really blame him though, I had taken a different shape back then. He hadn't changed though, not much at least. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the sun slowly setting against the backdrop of tall buildings which almost touched the clouds. I don't want to go yet. Not after I have finally found my Roxas. Not now.

"Roxas, get your slow behind moving! We gotta get home before it gets dark!"

A cry from down the street brought me back to reality. My thoughts were racing, I wanted to scream all this dizzying feelings out, but my mouth was wired shut. I don't want Roxas to go! Roxas, don't let this brunette kid take you away from me! I don't want to be swallowed in darkness again! Roxas, please, don't leave me!

"Hold on a sec, will you Sora?" A gentle voice filled my ears. Despite the fact the young blond was screaming at the top of his lungs to what can only be assumed as his brother, he still sounded like an angel.

"Sorry, Mr Butterfly." the voice was quieter now, a whisper almost. I could immediately tell it was directed at me, and I couldn't help but blush from the attention I was receiving. "I have to go home now but I'm sure we'll meet again! I can just tell!"

I butterfly kissed his cheek, though I don't think he noticed, and fluttered away into the sky, knowing full well that we would indeed meet again. I watched him run back to his frowning brother, who was tapping his foot and pointing to a large clock in the distance.

I smiled softly as I saw him trip over himself and fall clumsily on top of his brother, who ended up sprawled out underneath the blond trying to hide his smile with a not-so-convincing frown. I laughed silently as Roxas leapt up, apologising profusely as he dusted himself off and offered his hand to the mass that was still motionless on the floor. Eventually, the brunette sat up, accepting the hand only to pull the poor boy down onto the ground again. They both collapsed into a fit of giggles, receiving odd looks from passers by. I watched, glad that Roxas had found happiness without me around.

As the stretching shadows of buildings began to cover the treetops, I fluttered away only to be met with my demise. A bird, small and quick, had swooped down and swallowed me whole. I was shocked or angry, it was the end of this life anyway. I would start again tomorrow, renew my search like I always did. He may not know it's me, and I may not know it's him... but we'll meet again. I'm sure of it.

Author's Note

This story makes no sense. Well it does in my mind but pink elephants make sense in my mind. Yeah, I know Axel is OOC but it's hard when he's not in his hot form! I know it seems weird that Axel seems to think Roxas should remember him, but heck, he's dedicated his whole life/lives to find him while Roxas has been living with other factors around him. Though I kinda think he's drawn to Axel too, even if he doesn't completely realize it yet! I have yet again not read through this chapter so review and tell me all of my mistakes. I'm pretty new at this kinda stuff and I suck at describing things so I really shouldn't be allowed to write a story like this Of well! Any suggestions for what Axel can be next, tell me! I was planning about 5 chapters, and I know what he's gonna be for 2 of them so I need another idea! Pretty please?