Disclaimer: Throughout the story, it'll be the same: I own nothing according to Kingdom Hearts except for this story! (Unless said otherwise, who knows the surprises along the way)
Author's Note: Sorry if it's too short (or too long), however your perception is. There isn't much happening now, but its only the beginning of the story and I promise it'll be better.
Two feet scrambled onto the pavement, a car zooming past with the horn blaring the words shouted by the boy who was now sitting on the curb of the road. He stood and brushed the dirt and grit from his slightly tattered and baggy pants before shoving his hands into the pouch of his worn black hoodie. Already forgetting the crazy driver, the boy's mind returned to his home where his father currently resided, probably drunk off of his ass and waiting for his son to come home from his morning walk. Even then, it was probably crazy to take a walk when it was almost winter and the temperature slowly decreasing as the day grew later. But the boy didn't seem effected by the slightly cold weather; he just kept his head down, cerulean eyes glued to the sidewalk as he watched each of his feet step forward.
Abruptly, his thoughts were jarred as his back made a sudden impact with the brick wall he was walking along, the back of his head making contact as well. Letting out a small string of curses, he glared up to find the culprit staring down at him. The boy rubbed the back of his head with a hand as he took in the features. Bright red hair stuck out from under a black beanie in what seemed to be spikes and a pair of striking emerald orbs contrasted the feature. He also wore a long sleeved shirt that had Puma written across the chest in maroon words and holes in the sleeves where his thumbs poked out of. The man also wore a pair of black jeans with faded white splotching random areas and a pair of shoes poked out from underneath the hem of the pants, the brand indistinguishable from his view.
"Watch where the hell you're going," snapped the younger male. Completely ignoring the rude comment, the redhead continued down the sidewalk without an apology, leaving the blonde fuming and glaring at his back.
"Axel! Damn you, stop walking so fast!" The voice of another male invaded the young male's fuming thoughts, causing him to look to his left, where the redhead had came from. Running down the sidewalk was a person who seemed partly skater yet.. partly rocker. His dirty blonde hair was styled as a rather messy mullet; his clothes consisted of a zip up gray jacket and a light blue shirt underneath with a picture that couldn't really be distinguished at that distance. His blue jeans, slightly girlish, looked faded and his shoes were pure white save for the thick black line that ran above the edge of the soles and a few random black squares in a checkered design. The older teenage boy stopped in front of the younger one, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Um.. sorry about that. He's just having a bad day," he said as soon as he could talk again, offering a small apologetic smile as he straightened and glanced at the boy. From a distance, he had seen the whole scene and knew that Axel hadn't apologized. A quick scan of the young blonde's appearance clearly stated why; he clearly looked like the son of a hobo, or at least one himself. "Well, the name's Demyx. That's Axel, the one up ahead. Um.. are you new around here or something? 'Cause you look like you're a little lost."
The young boy stuffed his hands back in his hoodie pouch, an irritated look on his face. "No." It was the only word he offered before he began his walk to the left, leaving Demyx slightly confused. Maybe the kid wasn't lost or new at all, maybe even a real hobo. The thought of it left the older teen feeling even worse for his friend's treatment.
Placing a hand on his hip and raking a hand through his messy hair, he sighed. "Hey, kid, you hungry? I wouldn't mind taking you along, as a way to make up for my friend's rudeness," he said, hoping for the better of the outcome. "You do look kinda hungry, y-"
"Do you always assume what people look like?" the boy interrupted gruffly, cerulean orbs trained on Demyx. The older boy was slightly taken back by the quiet outburst, but he collected himself with a silly grin. Yet just as the boy was about to turn around and leave, his stomach protested against his decision. Giving in, he turned back toward Demyx and let him lead the way, the silence breaking not long after.
"So... why are you wandering around on your own?" began Demyx, his hands clasped together behind his head. When he didn't answer, he glanced down at the kid. Now that he had a closer look, he noticed that his blonde hair seemed a bit dirty and he had a couple light smudges of dirt or mud on his face.
"Do you have a staring problems?" came the voice of the young boy, s napping Demyx out of his current thoughts. His sapphire orbs collided with cerulean ones, the foofy grin back on his face.
"Sorry about that..." he muttered, redirecting his gaze to the sidwalk. "Do you have a name?" When no answer came to him, Demyx looked down only to see a confused face looking up at him. "I don't think we want to keep calling you 'kid,' you know."
It took about a minute for him to debate and answer the question. "I'm actually used to it.. but I guess you can call me Roxas."
The pair finally reached a fast food restaurant and Roxas looked up at it with hunger swimming in his eyes and his stomach about to protest again if he didn't get any food soon. Arby's wasn't as popular, but it still had fairly decent food that kept him coming back whenever he had any spare change, which was very rare. Following Demyx across the street and inside, Roxas barely noticed that Axel was sitting in the second booth from the door. It was the flaming red hair that had caught his attention, but he quickly ignored it so he wouldn't erupt into a fit of anger that was highly unneeded. Plus, he was just too hungry to care at the moment. Staring at the menu, he couldn't possibly make up his mind, let alone eat too much and go home with a full stomach.
"I. euh.. A.. Jamocha Shake," he finally uttered, scratching the back of his head. "I'm gonna go find a seat. Thanks.. in advance." Stepping away from the counter, he left Demyx to order his own food and looked for a pleasing seat. There was one that he favored in the corner by the windows, but his beeline was interrupted and he was jerked to the side and suddenly seated inside of a booth. Surprisingly, Axel was sitting across from him, but only for a second before he stood and headed to Demyx. Shrugging it off, Roxas pulled out a pair of headphones and placed them over his ears, turning on his scavanged Ipod. SR-71 blared out, blocking the quiet voices of the older boys as he stared outside at the empty streets.
"Why the hell did you bring him here? We don't need another person tagging along, let alone a kid," muttered Axel, emerald eyes glaring defiantly at his friend. "If you haven't noticed, it looks like he hasn't showered in a month and his clothes don't look too clean either. Were you smoking crack or something this morning or are you just plain fucked up in the head?"
Demyx ignored the insults, his look as intense as Axel's. "If you didn't know any better, I doubt he's a homeless kid. I just think he has a really poor family and that your judgement was rather.. uncalled for. Axel, you can't just walk around and assume that every kid who looks less cleaner than you are all the same; meaning they aren't all hobos. They're just a little less fortunate, okay?" he countered, flashing a kind smile to the cashier when presented with their ordered food and paid the appropriate amount of munny. "Think of me as a softy all you want, but I just can't see how you can compare our living to someone else's lifestyle."
Axel grumbled under his breath. His friend was just making him seem like the bad guy when all he did was completely nothing. After Demyx slid inside the booth opposite of Roxas, Axel sat next to his friend and propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. Life was cruel, that was true, but he couldn't blame his friend for optimistic thinking. But he could blame him for being a little too optimistic at times. He let his arm slip and fall on top of his other one and his head followed suit, letting out an abrupt sigh in frustration. An elbow then jarred his ribs and he snapped his head up to glare at Demyx, who was offering a Bacon Beef 'n Chedder sandwich, one of his favorites. Instantly taking it without a complaint, he unwrapped it and began eating.
Everything was quiet for a while before Demyx opened his mouth. "So do you really hate the kid that much?" he asked after making sure he was still listening to his music. The question caused Axel to stop chewing and his emerald gaze clashed with sapphire orbs. Rolling his eyes, he looked away and swallowed.
"I don't know, I just... don't know," he said, unable to answer the question clearly. He didn't know why he was having difficulty, or why he even had such a strong grudge against the kid without knowing him. "I guess I'm just being a little difficult today. You know my tolerance for anything is pretty low on these types of days."
His friend nodded, knowing exactly how he was. They were roommates in the little apartment they call a home. Demyx began wondering how much spare room they had left and if it was a possibility to have the kid over a couple of times. For the short amount of time he knew Roxas, he was rather comfortable and, if he could get the boy talking more, he'd probably be fun, too. Leaning forward, he stared intently on Roxas before the boy finally glanced over at him, then did a double take with a confused face.
"What are you doing?" he asked, music paused in wait for an answer. He took the time to take another drink from his Jamocha shake, wondering what was wrong with these two. They were anything but ordinary, a little too weird for his own good, probably. But that didn't explain why he was still sitting in Arby's with them when he could have easily left when he got his order.
"Nothing in particular.. So do you have a family? Friends?" Demyx ventured, taking a bite of his own sandwich. He was just curious, as well as trying to make an attempt at starting a conversation. But he didn't know if it was going to go so well, seeing as the kid was stubborn and had a bad temper. Not too far from Axel, now that I think about it... he thought flatly, glancing at his friend.
"Well, yeah. I live with my dad on the other side of town. But we don't do much together. He's always working or doing something important, so he barely has enough free time. And my mom.. she's.. on a business trip. In some big city a long way from here," he said nonchalantly, his bright blue gaze now looking outside of the window. Even as the words reached Demyx, however, he couldn't help but feel that half of the words he heard was false.
Hope you liked it! Chapter 2 is already in works and I'll post it ASAP! Sorry if it seems a little dull, as I've said before. ;