Chapter 1

Into oblivion, Into the sea, Without any advisory. Why must this day be so nostalgic? It's almost hypnotic. Lying on the beach, watching the waves drift back and forth. It was a beautiful sight to behold. I loved just lying out on Destiny Beach like this. It made me feel alone, which I loved to feel like that. I'd learned and become accustomed to be comfortable alone. So, feeling it as the breeze hit my face in the perfect way, was intoxicating. This was how I usually was everyday since I got here. On weekends and days off, I sit out here for hours, just thinking. Of course, I also had work. But that usually started at 8 at night and ended about 3 in the morning, at which time, I'd go to bed then get up at 8 in the morning. It was a process I'd been doing for years. I rarely ever actually went to sleep in those hours anyways. I didn't feel safe. The one thing I hated about being alone, anywhere, was the want, the need to have someone there, holding me, us holding each other in a loving embrace. That's all I've wanted for my whole life. Just...someone to love and cherish. I've also given thought that maybe, just maybe, it will never-

BEEP BEEP BEEP. Damn. I have to get up, go home and change, then go to school. I stood and dusted my butt off and began to walk home. It was winter right now and about an hour ago it began to snow. And all I was wearing was a t-shirt and shorts. I wasn't cold though. I hardly felt anymore. I never smiled, never laughed, haven't talked in a long time, and usually never acknowledge anything but my health and the ocean anymore. Today, I couldn't sleep again so I came down to the beach around 4:30 this morning. I think that it may have just been nerves that kept me up this time though. You see, I moved down here about a week ago, in search of work. I left my hometown, Twilight Town, to come somewhere where one, I can get a new, not sucky job, and two, because I wanted to escape the memories. The horrific memories that sent Sora into oblivion. I sighed and started walking towards my small ratty house. I was starting Destiny High today, and I was not excited. I was going to be a Sophomore this year. The only reason I didn't come last year to start high school here all together, is because I still wanted to see Sora. But, now I'll never see him again.

As I stepped in the door to my new-ish home, I maneuvered myself through all the boxes I still haven't unloaded and all the unsorted shit on the floor. I jumped into the small bedroom and grabbed the pair of folded skinny jeans off my bed and put them on, grabbing the folded black long sleeve shirt off it as well and quickly slipped it on. As I combed through my hair with Sora's old comb twice, I grabbed my book-bag and soon was stepping out the door, locking it as best I could before starting to walk in the direction of the school. I'd looked up the directions the night before. It's not too far. At least, it didn't sound to far. It could take forever, which is why I got up extra early and left, right now it was 5:30 in the morning. If I get there early and the schools not letting people in yet, I would just sketch till they opened the doors. It's not like I have anything else to do. I might just leave this early every day. There's no one waiting for me when I get home, to shower me with kisses, and comfort me when I need it. I had no one. Just the thought made my heart ache with tears that were not shed. I let a few slip as I passed a stop sign. Why? Why did that have to happen? Why?

I turned the last corner and saw a average size school in front of me. It didn't look too bad. Maybe I could get by by just not talking to anyone...I don't know. I haven't talked in a long time, I don't know why, I just haven't. I had no reason too.

It seems to me that they haven't opened the doors yet. Well, that's good. I sat down on the edge of a fountain that was set up outside the school and pulled out my sketch pad and colored pencils.

Soon enough, I was lost in my artwork. Just drawing. Drawing anything and everything. I had lost myself in it all. I didn't know how long I stayed like that. It felt like a dream because I didn't feel anything, didn't see anything except my sketch pad and me. That's all there was and ever would be, at least...for awhile. Until I felt a presence looking over my shoulder.

"Hey. You're really great at drawing. You're colorings close to perfect. Did you go to an art academy before coming here?" A sudden voice, which startled me, asked behind my shoulder. I flipped a shit at the sudden talking and fell, face first, into the pavement in front of me. The presence chuckled lightly at my fall.

"Sorry. I did not mean to frighten you." The, I guessed, boy said. I turned my head and saw a boy with a dark silverish purple hair color, only showing his left eye. He looked about my height and was super skinny. My eyes widened. He flashed a quick, small smile and leaned a hand towards me. I looked at it for a minute, debating taking it or not. Again with the smile.

"C'mon I won't bite. But I can't guarantee my friends won't. They eat new kids up." My eyes widened. He chuckled.

"Just kidding, but they will be asking you stuff like crazy." I nodded and reluctantly grabbed his hand, him pulling me up. I dusted myself off and picked up all my sketching supplies. He eyed me as I did so, looking into my very soul. Well, it felt like he was. I'm not sure.

After I was done, I turned to see him still studying me. Then, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Are you mute?" He asked, speaking slowly.

"Or retarded?" He asked another question, not at all kidding. I shook my head as no. He looked at me skeptically.

"Can you talk?" Again with the questions? I nodded. He still looked unsure.

"Will you?" He asked. I sighed. I opened my mouth slowly and took a deep breath.

"Hi." I almost whispered. He heard me though. He smiled a little.

"Hello. My names Zexion. Yours?" He asked yet again. I gave him a weary look in response to his smile.

"My names Roxas. I'm new..." I droned off. He nodded.

"I know. You're kinda late in the school year. Any reason?" I stared at him, a flashback coming to mind.

"No! I don't want this!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, as much as my 12 year old voice would allow. The sadistic man laughed, his pink hair bouncing as he slammed into me harder and harder each time. Tears were streaming down my blood stained face. This man, had killed my mom and dad and Sora's bleeding really badly on the bed. I have to save him! If I do this, the guy said he'd leave without killing me and Sora. I had to do this, no matter how reluctant I was. I closed my mouth and sucked my lips into my mouth so I could stop screaming. This was for Sora, for Sora... After that, everything went black.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was allowed to get up because apparently the only reason I was here was because I had been asleep for 3 days. I asked to see my little brother Sora. They allowed me, but I instantly regretted asking. Sora was laying on a bed, hooked up to so many machines I couldn't count. He was 8 years old! How could this happen? The nurse came in a few minutes later, telling me Sora may never wake up. I told her to keep him alive, to keep trying, that'd I'd pay for it. I made an agreement with the hospital and soon, was paying for Sora's hospital bills and my living.

"Roxas?"

"Huh?" I screamed, coming back to reality. He looked at me sadly.

"You okay?" He asked, worry laced in his voice. I nodded, still in a daze. Then, a question popped in my mind.

"Why are you still here? Not that I mind, but I don't really even know you. All I really know is your first name." I asked in a questionable tone. He looked bashful for a minute before containing himself again.

"I apologize." He stuck out his hand, asking me to shake it this time.

"My full name is Zexion Valentine. I was hoping we could be friends. You seem...interesting." He stated, a smug look on his face. I smiled, a little, and shook his hand. He smiled then started tugging me away from the fountain, heading towards the school. Well, at least I'm making a friend? Someone to talk to I guess? As we passed through the glass doors and into the not-too crowded hallway and Zexion started pulling me the way I assumed was towards his locker. I didn't have any idea where we were going, I just hoped I wouldn't get raped.

After about 10 minutes of walking up and down stairs, across hallways, and stepping into a few rooms, we ended up in front of 2 teens, that looked a year or two older than me and Zexion. They instantly turned to greet us. But, they both stopped moving towards us when their eyes zeroed in on me. The red headed guy gave Zexion a questioning look. Zexion nodded my way and opened his mouth.

"New student. Found him out front." Zexion stated almost mechanically. Those jade eyes were back on me in a second, this time smirking.

"Well then." He walked closer and pushed Zexion aside a bit, leaving me and all my glory looking up at a super tall red head. Well, at least tall to me. He's probably the height of a normal man. But noooo...I was cursed with small people genes. Damn.

"You're new right? Must have a story then. Because no one new comes after the school year starts unless they have an interesting story to tell." He stated, circling me. I was kind of getting uncomfortable, and I tried my best not to show it.

"U-um..." I stuttered. He gave me a huge grin after stopping in front of me again.

"He's cool, Dem. You're allowed to welcome him now." My eyes widened. What did he mean, 'welcome' ? All to soon I was tackled in a giant glomp and there was a laughing sandy blonde on top of me. The red head and Zexion were cracking up, laughing at my shocked and appalled face. It scared the shit out of me! And hurt like hell on my...mark...too! I raised a shaky hand to my neck to see if it opened again. It didn't. Thank god!

Zexion gave me a skeptical look and raised an eyebrow. I just shook my head, dismissing even talking about it. He nodded, letting it go. I guess he didn't want to scare me off with questioning me about personal things when I barely know them.

But, apparently a certain *cough cough* redhead didn't understand that.

"So...why are you holding you're neck?" He asked. It was an innocent question, but I still cringed at the thought of how I got it. He must've noticed as his eyes widened and he gave me a look of apology.

"You don't have to answer." He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"I wasn't thinking, sorry." He added. I smiled a little, he looked taken aback. I looked down and my smile was still there, looking slightly dark now.

"I have quite the past. If I ever get to know you better, I might tell you. But right now, I'm sorry, I can't talk about it." The redhead nodded, awestruck by my statement. He nodded again quickly.

"I'd really like to get to know you more!" The redhead said, now smiling. I smiled back, a little more now.

"Me too, me too!" The sandy-blond shouted. I nodded.

"But first of all...I'd like to know your names? I know Zexion, just not you two." I pointed to the redhead and blond. Zexion nodded and pointed to the redhead first.

"Axel." He said. I nodded.

"He's an annoying bastard. That's all I can really describe him as." The violet head said. His finger moved to the sandy-blond.

"Demyx. A overly hyper maniac. Roxas, are you okay with gay people?" Zexion asked after the introduction. Why was he asking me such a racist question?

"Yeah. Are you?" I asked. I was gay. That's one of the reasons I think one of my parents died. They couldn't accept it. And I don't want to be...'friends' with anyone who doesn't accept this part of me.

"Yes. And it's a good thing. Demyx" Zexion said pointing to the sandy-blond again.

"Is my boyfriend." He finished, happily. Demyx blushed a light shade of pink by the statement. I smiled.

"I think you two look cute together." I stated. Demyx and Zexion both blushed at that. Me and Axel started to laugh. I laughed lightly as he was clutching his sides, trying to breathe.

"Anyways." Zexion said, finally composing himself.

"What's your preference Roxas? We won't judge you for it." He asked, curiously. I blushed a little at the question. I guess it's okay to tell them.

"I'm...gay." I squeaked out. They all laughed at my flushed expression. This, in turn, made me blush more. Axel patted me on the back.

"Don't worry little man." I looked up at the nickname the redhead used on me.

"You'll get used to our teasing." He stated. I smiled a little, unsure.

I sure hoped so.

A/N: So how'd you like the first chapter? I liked it but don't worry! It'll get a lot more interesting! In the next chap I might tell you a little more about Roxas's past. Heh heh. By the way, PLEASE REVIEW! Just reminding. But, please do! I need feedback! Thanks, bye!