Okay, here's today's update. It's short, but I like it. Hopefully you will too. This chapter has the anniversary date in it, since I felt bad for skipping it in the last chapter. :D

All previous disclaimers apply.

SMACK IT!

Roxas had been assured that the nightmares would stop once Victor's body had been salted and removed, but they had only gotten worse. It was like Victor's spirit knew that it's time for revenge was lessening with the discovery of the body. But this one had been particularly brutal.

He was shaking as he climbed into Axel's bed. They were sharing a room while Roxas's floorboards were fixed. Not that he really wanted to stay in there again. Axel groggily opened his eyes.

"Hey, Rox. What's the matter?"

"I had another dream. This time, I saw everyone in the ballroom die." Axel winced and pulled Roxas closer.

"Well, here, think about something else. Think about our anniversary." Roxas smiled. Yes, that had been fun. He closed his eyes, and remembered.

Roxas couldn't decide what to wear. Axel had said to wear something nice, but nothing too dressy. He had been there for an hour and a half trying to decide what to wear

"This is ridiculous!" he snapped at himself. "You're acting like a girl." So, throwing caution into the wind, Roxas reached into his closet and pulled out the first thing he could find. It was as good a strategy as any. He came out with white pants and a dark blue button down shirt. Not bad.

He was almost done getting dressed when there was a knock on the door.

"Ready, kid?"

"Almost! Just a sec!" Roxas quickly slipped the last button into place, checked his hair in the mirror, and opened the door. And there was Axel.

Roxas's mouth went dry.

Axel was wearing a black polo shirt and blue jeans, not all that uncommon. But he was gorgeous.

"You look great, Roxy," Axel offered. Roxas swallowed.

"You too."

They got in Axel's car ("Don't worry kid, I'm eighteen. I do have my license.") and drove down to a cute café down by the bay.

"Table for two, please," Axel told the waitress. She smiled.

"Right this way."

After dinner (which had consisted of salad, bread, sandwiches, and pastries) they went down to sit by the neighboring lake. It being July, the water and the air were both warm. Axel wasted no time taking his shirt off.

"What—what are you doing?" Roxas spluttered as Axel reached down to undo his jeans.

"Going swimming," he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then, as he noticed how pink Roxas was, he chuckled and let go of his pants button. "You're right, it's only the two month anniversary. I'll leave my pants on." And he took a running start off the end of the dock and dove straight into the water. Roxas waited on shore for a few minutes, holding Axel's discarded shirt.

A cry of, "Well, what are you waiting for? Are you too much of a chicken to be seen in comparison to my glory?" shook him out of his daze. Sighing, he carefully removed his own shirt.

"You're insufferable, Axel," he said before springing in a graceful swan dive off the end of the dock. He was underwater, and missed Axel's wolf whistle and shout of "That's more like it!" Just as well.

They swam for a long time before Axel decided that he wanted ice cream. So they got out of the water and let the air dry them as they made their way back to the car. Even though the hour was growing late, the air dried them quickly. They put their shirts back on and drove back into town.

They stopped at a small shop and bought sea-salt ice cream, one of Roxas's favorites from back home in Twilight Town. They walked down to the edge of the water and watched the sun sink slowly down to the horizon.

Just as Roxas finished his ice cream, the sun slipped below the water line. Axel leaned over.

"Happy anniversary, kid," and kissed him.

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Roxas woke happy the next day, for the first time in months. He gently pulled out of Axel's loose grasp and headed down the hallway to grab some of his clothes. He didn't really want to go back in there, but it was necessary. He hadn't moved into Axel's room officially. Yet.

The thing was, he should have felt it. The odd presence that lingered in the hallway, followed him through the door wasn't an unfamiliar one. He didn't feel it until the floor rushed up to meet him. Then everything went black.

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The moon shone down across the grounds as the figure made it's silent way across the grass. He had ditched his two companions and the girl he'd slept with at the tavern and was now headed back to the mansion, where he had left Victor. He couldn't just leave him there.

Jonathan was very careful not to be seen; by anyone or anything. He didn't know what to expect when he pushed the front door open, but it certainly wasn't what awaited him. The dead bodies littered the floor, mouths opened in silent pleas for mercy. Shutting his eyes, he sprinted off down the corridor to Victor's room.

Throwing the door open, Jonathan crouched down by Victor's side, sobbing brokenly into his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." In a sudden flash of clarity, he knew what he had to do. Victor had always said he didn't want to be buried in a cemetery. He knew just what he'd do.

The floorboards came away surprisingly easy. The empty space beneath them formed a nice cave, a nice place where Victor would be safe. Now he could stay forever in the place where they had shared so many good memories.

Jonathan laid Victor down in the hole and kissed his forehead. He positioned Victor so that he would be comfortable, closed his love's eyes, and slid out back into the world above.

"I love you," he whispered, and sealed the boards back into place.

The water level was high, the current moving swiftly. It threatened to whisk him off his feet at any moment. But Jonathan couldn't bring himself to care. It wouldn't matter in a minute, anyway.

The gun felt heavier than it should have in his hand. It was Victor's; Jonathan had removed it from the suit pocket before entombing his love in the floor. He wanted very much to be buried with his beloved, but no, he didn't deserve it. Not after what he'd done.

He turned to face the mansion. It stared silently back, not judging him. Slowly breathed in .

He raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger.

Well, there you go, the end. That's all she wrote, that's the very end of the line. ...Just kidding. XD There will be more to come, hopefully soon, school work allowing. Please stay tuned, and review!