A/N: So I haven't written a story in a long time nor I have updated this account. For that I apologize to you all, my readers. My old stories shall still be up if you'd like to read them, but I won't update them. Anywho, this new story will (don't hate me please D:) have the character(s) with different personalities/ also known s OOC. But it'll be there for a reason later on, you'll see. Also, I'm a newb at writing so please give me some help. I'd really appreciate it.
Music written while listening to Hirari Hirari, Lilium, and Matryoshka.
Warnings: Rated M for a reason. Yaoi. And future pairings, though that's not a warning (or is it a hint at one?)
Without further ado, here is Remember, Remember.
Remember, Remember
The brunette haired boy slowly trudged through the snow begrudgingly. His hair covered by a black fur hat, while his body was covered by a blue coat that was a few shades duller than the blue of his eyes. His face was round, cheeks pink from the cold of the passing season around him. His boots and gloves protected the other parts of his body for the cold as the rubbed said gloved appendages to warm himself up.
This boy was Sora Hikari. He lived in a single apartment with a roommate, Roxas, whom was one of his (still) good friends. He had a brother, but they have stopped speaking with each other long ago. His brother attended a church daily, hell, he was the pastor for the local church the next town over. Sadly for Sora, he could not go into the town without being harassed by the people whom lived there.
Sora stopped moving as he finally came upon his and Roxas' shared apartment and he carefully took out the rusting key and stuck it into the lock, unlocking the door and warming himself up in the process as he shut the door, locked it and then proceeded to take off his boots, coat, hat, and gloves. He walked into the living room just as Roxas passed him.
"Hey Sora! What took you so long?" The blond asked him as he turned around the counter and went into the kitchen nearby.
"I was reminiscing on some things. Is it wrong of me to do that?" Sora asked as he made a pointed stare at the well, sitting down on the couch, the television playing one of those popular reality shows that he never, for the life of him, can ever understand. What's so great about other people's life problems?
Roxas sighed before piping up again. "You have to forget about him Sora. You know it's not good for you! If you keep this up you'll get sick and-" He was cut off mid-rant by the other boy.
"I get it Roxas. Please….just let me have my peace." Sora told him softly. Roxas smiled a bit, before finally opening the door of the fridge and getting out two bottles of Coke. He went back to the living room and handed one to Sora as he sat down on the cough alongside him.
"It'll get better Sora…I'll promise that to you." He whispered to him, pecking his cheek softly and turning back to the television. Sora smiled faintly, but Roxas could feel it.
'Brother….brother….I miss you…' Sora thought in his head.
A/N: So how's that for a prologue/first chapter? I hope it was good. Please do critique if at all possible! Thank you so very much!