Well, here it is, chapter 5. I apologize profusely in advance for any/all spelling and grammar mistakes, but my beta is in Ireland right now, so she can't help me. Also, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but it was a good place to stop and shorter chapters equal earlier and more frequent updates.

All previous disclaimers apply.

Without further ado, chapter 5!

"Oh. Wait, what?!" Axel was very confused. Confused, and surprised. Zexion's eyes had widened, Demyx's jaw had dropped and he fell out of his chair. Axel tried again. "What?"

"He was my grandfather," Roxas said again.

"Well, everything makes sense then," Zexion said, going over to help Demyx up out of the dirt.

"And he did kill everyone," Roxas continued.

"How do you know?"

"I've been having these weird dreams lately…" Roxas trailed off, unsure whether he should continue.

But Zexion would have none of that. "Go on," he prompted with a strangely intense look on this face, "what kind of dreams? When did they start?"

"Well, they're more like memories, actually. Jonathan's memories. I had the first one in the car on the way here."

"Tell them to me. Everything you can remember."

"Well in the first one there were three men standing on the front lawn. They were covered in blood, one more so than the others. He seemed to be in charge. He, well, I'm going to call him Jonathan, was leaning in the doorway saying something like, "That went well." Then they decided to leave."

"Really. Three you say?" Zexion mused. "Please go on, what happened next?"

"Well the next one came right after my tour of the school with Demyx. I was Jonathan; that I'm sure about. He was, well I was, walking down the hall, covered in blood. He freaked out when he saw the mirror and wiped the blood off his face. I think…I think he killed his boyfriend. He said something about someone cheating on him, a boy. Then he flipped out and changed his clothes like he couldn't stand being in them anymore.

He ran down the hall to the door, I think he was crying. Then he stopped, composed himself, and opened the door to meet his companions. Then it repeated, all night."

"Have you had any more? This might prove to be valuable information."

"No, but if I do, you'll be the first to know."

The blood running down his arm didn't seem to bother him. A cruel smile marred his soft face as he twisted the knife deeper into the other's chest.

"Bitch," he spat at the crumpled figure. "Do you see what happens when you take something that's mine?" The woman gasped as her hand flew to her chest.

"W—wh—what are y—you talk—ing about, Jonathan?" She was dying. He smirked.

"Victor," he snarled, and then slit her throat.

Roxas woke with a start. Damn, another dream. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed the notebook off his side table. He had started recording the dreams so he could just give the notebook to Zexion. Besides, writing them down helped him remember them.

'Friday, May 12. Dream #4. Between 12:30 pm and 1:54 am.

Jonathan killed what looked to be the lady of the house. He was killing her because she "took what was his," a man named 'Victor.' He stabbed her in the chest, right underneath her collarbone. She didn't appear to know what he was talking about. Perhaps she was innocent?'

Roxas closed the book and lay down on his bed again, hoping that his brief bout of clairvoyance was over. Sadly, it was not to be.

"Victor? Victor where are you?" a singsong voice called. From a room on the left a cry of, "In here, Jonathan!" was heard. Jonathan traipsed over to the door and knocked on the frame. "Victor, I'm coming in."

Jonathan pushed open the door after making a hand signal to his companions. They moved off down the hallway.

"All right, I'm ready Jonathan." Jonathan slipped in and wrapped his arms around the other man.

"You look great Victor, what's the occasion?"

"The lady asked me to sit at the high table with her at dinner."

"Did she now?" There was an edge of ice in Jonathan's voice, but Victor didn't notice it. "How wonderful."

"It is, isn't it? It's a great honor."

"Yes, she seems to have taken a great liking to you, Victor."

"She has, hasn't she?" Victor sounded proud. Jonathan buried his face in the other's neck.

"Do you love me Victor?"

"What?"

"Do you love me?" Victor had never told Jonathan that he loved him aloud, but Jonathan always assumed that he was just afraid of commitment. Now he was seeing it as something else.

"Jonathan—"

"Do you love me?" Victor turned in Jonathan's arms to face him. He planted a kiss on Jonathan's lips before trying to pull away, just like he always did. Jonathan's arms tightened.

"Jonathan, let me go. I'm going to be late."

"That's not going to work this time, Victor. I want to hear it."

"Jonathan—"

"Say it." Victor placed his hands on Jonathan's chest and shoved. Jonathan stumbled back. It was then that Victor noticed the blood.

"Jonathan, are you hurt? Why is there blood…?"

"SAY IT!" Jonathan roared. Victor took a step back.

"Why are you doing this to me, Jonathan?" Jonathan swung his arm back, and for the first time Victor saw the knife in his hand.

The knife slid across Victor's throat with surprising ease.

Jonathan stood there for a moment, watching Victor's twitches stop, and the blood flow slowly peter out. He felt sick. He had never intended to kill him; he had just—just wanted to hear Victor say he loved him. Crouching next to the body, Jonathan raised his hand to Victor's face. He ran his fingers down Victor's cold cheek, leaving streaks of blood.

"I'm sorry, Victor." And Jonathan turned and fled.

Roxas slipped out of bed. He walked down the hall and into the bathroom to get a drink before he had to write down the dream. Maybe water would calm his nerves.

As he walked down the hallway, he had the strangest urge to call out, "Victor?" He pushed it down and sipped his water. It was just his imagination acting up.

Opening his mouth to yawn, Roxas was surprised to find that a yawn was not what came out.

"Victor?" Roxas squeaked and closed his mouth. But it opened again against his will as he felt something tighten around his chest. "Victor where are you?"

"In here, Jonathan!"

No, Roxas was not repeating this scene in real life.

"Let me go," he ground out, not really sure who he was talking to. "I'm not Jonathan. Let me go." He struggled against what felt like arms wrapped around his torso. "I'm not Jonathan!"

Finally, the pressure disappeared with a sigh of, "Jonathan…"

Roxas stood shaking in the hallway for a minute before he changed his course and headed toward Axel's room.

"What the hell?" Axel groaned. "What the hell do you want?" It was freaking two in the morning and someone was knocking on his door. Dear God in heaven, he was going to kill whoever it was.

"What?" he snapped, pulling the door open. There stood Roxas, looking pale and shaken.

Okay, so maybe kill was a bit of a strong word.

"Hey Axel. Sorry for uh…waking you up." The kid looked so scared and lost that Axel just couldn't bring himself to be angry.

"Hey kid. Don't worry 'bout wakin' me. What happened?"

"Well, I uh…got kinda freaked out. By a dream."

"Have you told Zex yet?" Axel asked, leading the kid inside.

"No, I…" Roxas swallowed, "haven't been back inside my dorm."

"Okay. We'll wait 'til tomorrow." Axel pulled Roxas down on the bed in front of him. The kid was shaking so badly that Axel could feel the bed trembling. Axel leaned Roxas back against his chest and wrapped his arms around him.

It was like that that they fell asleep, comfortable in each other's arms.

"We're going to have to find Jonathan's remains and dispose of them. He's the one keeping the rest of the spirits here," Zexion said, looking around the circle at the other exorcists.

"Yes. We'll start immediately," Xemnas agreed. "Saix, Demyx, Axel you go with Zexi—"

"You're wrong." Everyone blinked and turned towards Roxas.

"…Excuse me?" Zexion asked looking slightly baffled.

"You're wrong. It's not Jonathan."

"Look kid, with all respect to your crazy dead grandpa—" Xaldin began, but Zexion cut him off.

"If it's not Jonathan, who is it?" he asked. Not mad, simply curious.

"It's Victor."

"Victor?"

"Jonathan's lover. Jonathan killed him because he would say he loved him."

"How do you know?"

"I dreamt it. Last night." Zexion didn't say anything for the longest time. Minutes passed in silence. Demyx, who was watching Zexion, feared that Roxas had broken Zexion's poor, fragile mental state. But Zexion just cocked his head to the side and turned to Xemnas.

"You heard the kid. You're looking for Victor."

Thanks for sticking around this long! The next chapter should be up soon (I'm on a roll :D), but first there's something I want to ask you all. Once the original story's done, I was thinking about writing the rest of the members' 'coming to the Organization' stories. Would you be willing to read those? Also, I changed Zexion's last name. It is now going to be Schuyler instead of Yoshibara. I just forgot I'd given him one before.

Anyway, please review!