Me: i'm so sorry, but i had to go back and redo a few things about the first chapter. and in doing this i deleted chapter two as well. damn i'm an idiot. you know the drill, don't own any KH characters. now i'm going to reupload chapter 2 and reupload chap 3. i'm sorry.

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A Perfect Life

Chapter 1

Shattered Heart

The hours pass by. As do the days. Outside my window it's bright and sunny. Ehat people would call a 'beautiful' day or a 'perfect' day. But for me, it's just another day.

The sun shone bright through the off-white curtains hanging in front of my window. I had to open my eyes, since seeing the sun light through my eyelids is really uncomfortable. I looked over to where my calendar hung on my wall. It was covered in red cross-out marks. The only day that wasn't crossed off was Sunday, January 31st.

I sat up and looked around my room. In basic, the place was a junk pile. There were books, clothes, trinkets, paper, and pens scattered and bunched in odd assortments. My trash bin had been tipped over and my mini fridge door was open. All in all, everything is normal. As far as my life goes, anyway. Just then, I heard a ringing. I glanced over to a stack of heavy textbooks, where a dim light was showing. I got up slowly as the ringing continued. As I approached the books, I saw the phone. I bent over and picked up the smooth, black phone off the ground. I looked at the number.

It was my mother.

Oh, joy. I pressed the call button, and held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I asked in a dead voice.

"Hello. Roxas? This is your Kaa-san." The reply came in a thickly accented voice.

"Yes, I know. How are you, Kaa-san?" My voice is dead, but polite. At least I think it's polite. I just hear an actor give a well rehearsed line to his audience.

"Fine, fine. I simply wanted to know how your grades are."

"95 in English, 97 in science, 91 in geography, 100 in PE, 98 in band, and…"

"And…? And…what?"

"And 85 in math," I finished.

"WHAT?! 85?!" I had to hold the phone away from my ear as my mother shouted into the receiver. My mother was Japanese, so grades meant a lot. And since my father is rich, American business man with another wife (well, really my mother was a "geisha" that the business man knocked up. The other lady is his legal wife.) and daghter, my mother was five times as competitive as normal women. She's wanted to get all of father's money so she can be pampered in old age.

I didn't answer to her questioning as to why I was making an 85 in math. She gave an annoyed "huff" and said, "I'll call again next month. And when I do, your grades had better be perfect!"

There was a click as my mother hung up. I pressed 'end' button, and tossed the phone onto my bed. As I began to wonder. I wondered if being 'perfect' or the 'best' really was all there is to life.

Well, whether or not 'perfect' or 'be' truly isn't all there is in life, that's all there is in my life. And that won't change.

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I was going down the street, with my skateboard under my arm. I wasn't completely sure why I was going to the park to roll around on a present that I had gotten five years ago but had never used. But then again, I wasn't sure of most of the things I did. But I did know one thought going through my head as I walked down the street. If I died, I wouldn't have to work so hard at being 'perfect'.

But if I die, then what reason did I have for being born in the first place?

That was my million dollar question. And the only thing that kept me alive. Well, that and…

"Hey, Roxas!"

I turned around to see a tall, spikey red-headed man coming towards me. I felt a blush creep up onto my cheeks.

Axel was my closest friend, confident, and first crush. It was him that helped me realize I'm gay. But he had no knowledge of my- what I was sure was obvious- crush on him.

"You here to skate to, Roxas?"

My heart leapt when he said my name. And it stopped right in my throat. I couldn't speak, so I merely nodded. His cheeks turned pink as he smirked. I forgot how to breathe. I really liked this guy. But I was sure it was just a fantasy that he would like me back. And my fears were confirmed- my fantasies crushed when we came to the skate park.

There, waiting at the gate, was a guy with evenly spiked, dirty blonde hair. A few strands had been left in his face, and he had large green eyes.

As Axel and I approached the gate, the guy strode over to us and kissed Axel.

"Missed you Axel," the guy said in a quiet voice.

"Now Demyx, not in front of the kids," Axel scolded with a playful look in his eyes.

I didn't know what this lump in my throat was, because I knew my heart was shattered. I also wanted to curl up in a ball and cry.

"Uh, Axel? I just remembered I have to go do something." Yeah, go and die. "I'll see you around." Not.

I dropped my board, turned around, and ran fast as I could, hoping no one was following me.

I didn't want to be found.