I dont own Kingdom Hearts, if I did this would be in the game. Haha. I know that this first chapter is kind of short, but its to the point, and other chapters will definately be longer. :]

BURNING TWILIGHT I - Beginning

"Roxas!" My name was called, so loud I could have sworn it was being yelled into my ear. Close enough. It was my mom, she was standing in the doorway which is literally three feet from my bed yelling at me to "Wake up already."

I groaned, turning over and covering my head. It was too early, I had gotten to sleep at one in the morning, and now it was 4:30. Yesterday was the last day of summer vacation, and as always, I didn't get to bed early or prepare in the slightest. Needless to say, I was beyond exhausted.

And in case you were wondering why I had to be up so freakin' early in the morning, it was because both myself and my cousin, Sora, were starting at a new boarding school two and a half hours away from our small city, which rested on the outskirts of Sunset Hill. That meant one long trip to school. Thank god we were given dorms, Id hate the world (more than I do now) if I had to drive five hours every single day just to get to stupid school.

"Roxas, seriously, get up. Ive gotta pick up your cousin and drive you both to school. Hurry up!" She walked into the kitchen, and the smell of French toast and eggs floated in my room, motivating me to get off my lazy ass.

If anything, that woman's cooking is what seduced my father into being in a relationship with her. She was the most high maintenance human being in the world, I swear. I can remember when Sora and his family were coming over for dinner a few months ago.

The house was already spotless, yet she was throwing a bitch fit and freaking out. "Clean the walls!" "Scrub the floors again!" "Sweep the pine needles off the roof!" "Polish all the doorknobs in the house! Hurry they'll be here in two hours!" Geez. So troublesome.

Anyway, I went into the kitchen and ate, first step in my day. The toast was delicious. Then came the shower…it would have been one of those relaxing showers if she hadn't used up all the hot water. Now, I don't mind taking cold showers, but I mind if they're make-your-back-numb-and-in-pain-ice-cold-showers.

Whatever. The only thing left on my list of somewhat important things to do was my hair. I towel dried it for like, three minutes and sort of just let it stay where it was. I don't know why, but my hair always seems to dry upwards. Weird? Yeah, I know.

After all that stuff was over I was rushed (as usual, for no reason) to grab my bags and get going. It was a twenty minute drive to get Sora, who was just itching with excitement to start the new school year.

And to top off that wonderful car ride of joy, my mother made us put our bags in my passenger seat and the trunk instead of the backseat. So, I had to sit next to my ecstatic cousin. I swear, he must have been literally twitching with anticipation. He looked like he was turrets or something.

After the fantastic trip to the school, it was just a matter of where to go. There were several other new students, unloading their bags and slinging things over their shoulders, looking confused and scared as to where to go once their ride drove away. I was probably in the same boat, but Sora was more on top of things. For once.

Surprisingly, he had read something about all new students' first day. He led me all the way to this map that was posted on the other side of this courtyard thing, and found where the main office was. He said that's where we needed to go.

Well, he was right. For once.

The main office couldn't have been in any more of an unnoticeable place, but we found it well enough.

"Names?" The secretary asked. She had probably done this for a few hours already, she sounded bored out of her right mind.

"Sora!" My obnoxious cousin blurted.

"Is this your first year here?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Hm. You're the only Sora we've ever had. Well," She bent under her desk and pulled out a stack of papers, looking for something presumably with my cousin's name on it. "Here you are, hun, this is a copy of the campus map, this is your classes, and up here is your room number."

"Thanks, lady!" He pretty much yelled in my ear, and zoomed off to find where his room was. I took a glance at the secretary, only to receive a look that I don't quite know how to explain.

It was as if I was a cute little seven year old boy playing air guitar singing some gibberish, but at the same time it was as if I had broken my face and was coming out into public for the first time. It was weird.

"And, your name, hun?" She urged in a weird way. It gave me goose bumps.

"Roxas,"

"Is this your first year here as well?"

"Yes." And again began the ruffling through papers until mind surfaced.

"As with your friend, here's a map, your classes and your room. I hope you like our school." I raised my eyebrows in acknowledgment and turned to leave without another word. She really creeped me out.

So, I found my way around pretty easily. My room was in building 21, room 813. It was just a lot of process of elimination once I found the building. Read each number on the first floor then went to the second, and then the third. My room was at the end of the third floor, first row. I was in one of those rooms that had a walkway with windows that oversaw the whole courtyard, and from where I was, you could see the clock tower that made Twilight Town so famous.

Looking at it gave me a sense of comfort, almost. I used to live in Twilight Town, up until a year ago. When I was around thirteen my parents got a divorce, and my mother ended up moving us to Sunset Hill two years after it happened. I hated it. I still do. My best friends were in Twilight Town, and I never got to see them after that. It sucks, even now. I haven't found friends nearly as good as they were.

Oh well. Ive just gotta stop thinking about it. Anyway, I opened my room door with a key that was in this cup thing on the side of the door. The dorm room was nothing special, just your typical room. It was pretty good-sized for a dorm, though. Although, one thing I didn't quite like.

You see, I like being by myself now that I don't have any real friends. And, as my luck would serve, there were two of everything in the room. One set on the left side, another one on the right. Great. I could only wonder what sort of jock was going to be my roommate for the rest of the year.

Although it continued to bug me for the rest of my time when my roomie wasn't around, I unpacked my clothes and minimal possessions, organizing them my own way.

I laid my clothes out on my bed first, which, by the way, had no sheets. I had to ask my mom to bring some back. I text her letting her know, and she was actually in the midst of cleaning my room, so told me she was going to wash "the filthy things" and then bring them the next day. Whatever, at least I was getting sheets. Everything I found important in my room was with me anyway. It didn't really matter.

Anyway, I laid out my clothes on the bare bed, putting jackets with jackets, vests with vests, pants with pants, you get the picture. I hung all of those things up in the closet, which thankfully came with hangers, and then decided to do a little rearranging with my furniture.

See, the room was set up so that when you walk in you're standing directly in the middle of the two sides. The beds were in the far right and left corners with a nightstand with one of those lamps with the bendable necks on the inside of both beds, and there was a dresser and the foot of each bed, the drawers facing the wall with the door in it. And the closets were around a foot or so from the end of the dressers, and three feet from the wall with the door in it. Against the wall where the door was, there were wooden desks with one shelf and an office chair. Ya know, the one with wheels on it.

It looked a little bunched to me, so I took it upon myself to move things around to fit my desire.

First I took my desk and moved it out of the way, sort of in the middle of the room so I could move other things around better. I took my dresser and dragged it where the desk used to be, and flipped my bed around so that my head was pointing at the door when I slept. My nightstand I moved against the wall next to the closet and backed against the wooden frame for the bed. My desk was then moved to where the nightstand was originally, and I put the lamp on the desk, too.

Then there was the tedious task of getting my underwear put away before my roommate came in. Because God only knows that the jock who was to be my roommate would make fun of me every time he saw my boxers.

Thankfully I got them out of the way the moment before I heard footsteps coming down the walkway. I tensed up, hoping that it wasn't some asshole that would just come barging in.

Relief. They had opened the door next to my room. I was so calm after that, I stopped what I was doing just to relish in the moment. Lame, I know.

The last thing left to unpack was my menial possessions. I packed a bag specifically for those items, and the first one I pulled out must have been my favorite. It was an old photo of me and my friends in front of this old mansion that was supposed to be haunted in Twilight Town. We stood in front of the locked gate, and we ended up taking a picture together. I was taping it to the wall that my desk was up against when I heard the doorknob turn and the door open.

At that point I didn't really care who came in, I was too busy remembering my friends. Of course I always had the terrible thought of some muscle-head jock coming in and criticizing what I was doing, but it passed in a moment once I heard the door shut.

I looked over at whoever was standing in front of my—I mean, our- closed door, to see a tall and skinny dude who looked like he was eighteen or nineteen. His hair stuck out from the back of his head for like, half a foot or more, spaced out among a bunch of spikes. His hair was fire red, darker at the roots, and he was wearing shining, black skinny jeans with one of those vest things you would wear to a fancy gathering. You know, the ones you wear on top of the dress shirt but under the jacket? Yeah, one of those. It was buttoned, but you could see his chest and a good deal of his abs area. He was so skinny.

He looked up at me to find me glancing at him from my bag that I had started to shuffle through again. His eyes were a bright shade of straight green, by far the greenest eyes Ive ever seen.

"Yo," He said without any sign of a facial expression. "I guess you're the guy Im roomin' with for the rest of this year. Hmph." I didn't even say hello. I just nodded and continued to sift through my stuff. He didn't say another word either. Not for a while, anyway.

I only had one picture, and the other material thing I brought with me was a small key-shaped magnet that I stuck to the metal handle on the shelf of my desk. Other than that there was just a bunch of posters that were in my room that I brought. My favorite was a poster for the band Alesana. They were one of my top favorite bands.

On the other side of the room, I heard my roommate emptying his bags. By this time I was pretty much done with my unpacking, so I sat back and thought about where to put my next poster. I ended up watching my roomie for a few minutes.

He was literally taking clothes out and putting them on the floor, and everything else he unpacked from an electric guitar and bass guitar to a CD to a camera went on his bed. And apparently he had either made a lucky guess, or he had gone to this school before, because he had his own set of sheets already on his bed. I have to admit, I was kind of jealous.

He caught me watching him, and locked eyes with me. Neither of us looked away, and then he got up and walked to the edge of my bed.

"Name's Axel," He said, pointing to himself and then holding his hand out. "Got it memorized?" I raised an eyebrow at him, but took his hand.

"Roxas." But my introduction didn't come with a catch phrase after it. Axel turned around and went back to his side of the room, his back to me the whole time. After a minute or two, I had my last posters up and I turned to catch him staring at me.

"What?" I said in mild confusion. He grinned, sitting on his bed and leaning back on his arms.

"He's kinda cute," He said. I raised an eyebrow once more. It was kind of a habit, raising eyebrows.

"What?" I repeated. "Who's cute?" Honestly, I thought he was talking about the picture of one of the members from a band poster, but to my surprise that's not what he was talking about.

"You. You're kinda cute, Roxy."

That made me blush. I really have no idea why, but it did…

I just turned and looked up at my posters, another habit of mine. There were four of them that I had brought along, four others were sitting at home taped to my walls. I only had time to take down some of them before we left.

Roxy. Such a name. How did he even come up with that so fast? Maybe he was thinking about something for however long he was staring at me.

And that's the origin of the pet name he called me by whenever he was playing around. This was going to be a fairly interesting year.