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Chapter 7:

Roxas was lying in the bed and as he fell into a deep sleep; his mind began to play over and over the events that had taken place hours previously. The men from before looked like demons in his dreams as he tried to run from them in his dream, even in the bed, his feet and legs even arms were moving as if he was trying to run away. "No...No...Go away...please...don't do it...don't do it…Don't Do It...DON'T DO IT!" his voice rang out as he fell out of bed and onto the floor where he sat up on his hands and knees as he looked about his surroundings as a cold sweat broke across his face.

"A dream...it was a dream...just a stupid dream...but, but why did it feel so real?" Roxas asked to the silence as he gained his breath and sat back against the bed and tried to make sense of what was happening to him.

Was he starting to lose sense of all that he knew about his life? Was there something working against him to change him? Why was he feeling like he was meaning to be here?

"God...what is happening to me? Answer me that one question, God..." Roxas muttered into the dark and silence of the room as he got back into the bed and fell back asleep.

The nightmare was gone as he began to sleep peacefully; the next weeks that would pass seemed to pass by like a fly zipping through the summer air; all that transpired next was nothing short of amazing and shocking.

The weeks turned into months and the months turned into years as the next two to three years seemed to be passing by so quickly for Roxas as he started to change and become part of the family. He became the youngest hired man and muscle.

"Hey, Roxas, mind grabbing me a beer from the bar," a man with lightly pink tinted hair asked, as he walked up to the bar in the Mob headquarters.

"Do you honestly think I would do that for you? I'm not even suppose to be on this side of the bar," Roxas remarked sharply; his sharp wit and tongue had been the only true weapon in his arsenal besides the guns the others seemed to wield.

"How about, you shut up and just get me the damn beer, you snot nosed little brat!" the man slammed his fist down on the counter of the bar.

"Hey, Marluxia, don't take it out on the kid, Roxas, just give him the damn beer before he loses a strand of that stupid hair of his," the smart mouth tone of the fiery red head covered for the boy as he leaned on the edge of the bar.

Roxas stared down to the edge of the bar in the direction of where Axel stood leaning on the edge of the bar, his elbows resting on the edging as he stood with his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned due to the lack of cooling system in the stifling hot building.

"Axel, for the rest of us, would you mind closing your shirt or getting an undershirt on to wear around the building?" a man with slicked back, cotton candy blue hair glared down the way at Axel as his moonlight pale yellow eyes seemed to stare down at him.

"Yes, Mother," Axel remarked mockingly.

"Don't mock me, Axel, I am the Boss' right hand man and let's just say, I hold rank over you in this little 'Family', remember that," the man turned his attention back to Roxas, "Just get Marluxia his beer."

"Come on, Saix, liven up a little," the slightly upbeat tone of a voice came from the doorway of the front door of the Club, "Are you always going to have a stick up your butt or are you ever going to learn live with things?"

"If I recall, Demyx, I don't recall asking your opinion," Saix turned around and glared at the instrument carrying Water Sprite.

"Alright, but I guess you don't want my opinion on the fact that it seems the Fuzz has been staking out this place the past week and a half or have you guys gotten too comfortable to realize that?" Demyx looked behind him to the window where he saw a makeshift Ice Cream truck parked some distance down the street.

The Boss and a man who stood a few or so inches shorter then him with short cut, wavy auburn hair walked alongside him as the Boss motioned with his eyes to draw down the curtains and to lock the doors.

"I see you have become observant and less of a dunderhead, Demyx," the Boss turned his attention and eyes to the dirty blonde haired musician.

"Godfather," Demyx walked over and leaned down to kiss the ring upon the man's hand, "I have news regarding what's been going on."