1825

A Kingdom Hearts epic by: Kermys

Disclaimer:

I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy. All ideas are mine.

Chapter One: 1825 Days

*beep, beep*

Roxas stared at his phone, the caller I.D displaying one single word. The one word he dreaded, despised, and hated. The word was a person, a person who had never called him before. Taking a deep breath, Roxas took the call. "Hello?"

The person's voice was careful, controlled, and measured. "Roxas. How are you today?"

Cloud Stark. The famous owner of Stark Industries, an idiot, his…dad. "Cut the crap and get to the point," Roxas snarled angrily into the phone, his knuckles white as he gripped the phone tightly.

"I see you haven't changed at all, Roxas. How old are you… Fourteen? Fifteen? Or was it Si-"

"Seventeen, dad." Roxas spat out angrily. He couldn't stand this anymore. One more minute, then he would hang up.

"Well…you are becoming an adult very soon, which leads me to the problem at hand- you need to get a wife."

A wife? He's getting crazy every minute! "I DON'T NEED A WIFE."

"Too bad. I'm going to give you two choices: A, I'll get a wife for you. Or: B, You find a girl."

Thirty five seconds… "I'd rather find a girl for myself."

"I see. You have a time limit: five years, which is equivalent to 1825 days. Enough time to get to know this girl, get in a relationship, and get engaged with her."

"Wait, wha-"*click*

Snapping the phone closed, I threw the object on my bed. I didn't know whether to be angry, sad, or happy. 1825 days. 5 years. Only one way it could go. Either you win, or you lose.

Cracking my knuckles, I knew what the verdict was. I was going to win, no matter what the odds were.

"James, more locations please." I turned toward my butler, James, who was perched over a globe. "Well, there is a place called Traverse Town," The young butler said.

I grimaced. "Maybe something else, James?"

Nodding, James swiveled his head toward the globe. I was going to find a location, then attend a local high school there. It would give me plenty of time to find a right girl, and I secretly smiled at my genius. My thoughts were interrupted by James.

"Young Master, how about Destiny Islands?" I perked up at the idea.

James stood there nervously, awaiting my judgment. I smiled slowly.

"…I like it. Prepare a flight there immediately."

"Yes, Young Master!"

With the help of James, I got entered into a local high school there called Destiny High. Hopefully I could find the perfect girl. Even if I couldn't, that was okay. Five years is a long time.

"This is Yoe here- I will be your pilot for this flight. Please buckle in your seatbelt and prepare for liftoff!"

The loudspeaker crackled, and then died to a hum. I found the seatbelt, securely buckled it in, and waited for the airplane to take off. I had a private seat, so no fat ladies next to me, no noisy kid kicking me in the back. Life was good when you were the heir to Stark Industries. Except for my dad.

He doesn't even care about me, always swept into the world of business. Stark Industries specialized in military weapons, and we gained riches along the way. We were the top-

"Excuse me, sir." Someone nudged me, her voice cutting into my ear.

I swiveled around, and then saw a flight attendant next to me. "Would you like a drink or a snack, sir?" She asked politely.

"No thanks." She quickly turned the other way and continued southward, presumably asking other people the same question. I noticed we were in the air already. God, I must have been caught up in my thoughts.

The flight to Destiny Islands was short, a one hour trip. Feeling exhausted, I leaned against my seat and dreamed of finding the right girl.

"Wake up, please!" I snapped open my eyes to see the same exact flight attendant beside me.

"We have landed in Destiny Islands. Get your luggage and get out!" Too on delay to accept the insult, I clambered on the rack above and got my luggage. I got out the plane and proceeded north, where my new house would be.

James had told me it was in Pokinertu Street, which was north from the airport. It was several blocks away- I reached the street soon enough, and looked for the number 143. When I reached the house, I was slightly impressed. The mansion was three stories high, with a fountain in the front and a spacious backyard.

I had no doubt it would be even bigger inside. I grinned.

"James does have good taste," I concluded. I got to give him a tip for this one. Lugging the suitcases behind me, I walked up the front steps and enter my temporary home.

Stark Industries: Main Office

"This is… interesting." Cloud muttered, a trace of a smile glinting at his lips. 1825 days. 5 years. The perfect distraction for the project ahead. Picking up his phone, he dialed a series of numbers before resting the sleek, shiny object on his ear.

"Everything is done, and ready. The keyblade is done." Cloud paused for a second, and then spoke again. "The person who created the brilliant keyblade? Ah, it was no other than my son, Roxas."

Ha-ha… I thought this was pretty good for my first fanfiction. I don't hate Cloud- I actually like him a lot :) Anyways, read and review. Reviews are like an author's fuel- we need it, especially if you're a fan or giving suggestions and such. Read and review- I'm out for the day. - Kermys