A/N: This is not my first yaoi fanfiction. Any flames you have, well, you can keep them to yourself. I know damned well that they aren't gay in the games/manga, but I do have the right to my imagination being shared with the public. ;3 Anyway, if this first chapter seems a bit spacey, it's because it's only the Prologue. The real first chapter comes next. This just shows the events leading to the first chapter, so enjoy!
Warning(s): Rated MA for future lemons in future chapters. This involved yaoi, which is m/m sexual relations. If that freaks you out, then I wonder why you stumbled on this fanfic to begin with… hmm…
Pairings: So far, you've got to know it will end up Axel/Roxas. Other pairings may follow, and I might 'spice' things up a bit by messing with the main pairing, but that's for me to type and you to find out.
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Life wasn't perfect. Roxas had known that since the day he could walk on his own. He could remember bits and pieces of his childhood, where his mother and father would constantly fight about nonchalant things that he didn't understand, until finally, one day, his mother took Roxas and left. It wasn't that long afterwards that he saw his father again, but it wasn't in the family room; it was in court. There was a trial on which parent would have full custody on him, although it turned out that they would have to share. Both cases were suitable, and in the end, they would told to trade of Roxas every other year.
One could imagine that having to switch schools every year was hard. Roxas didn't have many friends in either school, since he would keep to himself. Besides your average friendly classmate, he didn't have anyone. Not even his parents, who had claimed they 'loved' him, would talk to him much besides idle talk at dinner. They never asked about school. They never questioned him why no friends came over to study, or why he was always alone on breaks. Even after he began showing signs of depression and one of the school's guidance counselors suggested therapy, they still didn't question. He had to wonder, did anyone even know he existed?
As the years went on, he became desperate. In the middle of spending a year with his mother, he snuck into the kitchen one night while she was sleeping and starting messing around with one of her lighters. Entranced by the flame, he had taken it to the curtains and let the orange and yellow heat flicker across the maroon fabric. When the flame expanded, he merely dropped the lighter and fell back. If the firefighters had been any second later, Roxas would have died that night. Now alive, he absently wished he would have. Maybe he would get more attention in the afterlife.
It was December, but the snow couldn't have stopped the flames. That night his mother's house was completely taken by the fire. The public only knew the fire to have started by the stove being left on. People were indeed oblivious. His mother had no choice but to rent a hotel in town. The next day, Roxas overheard his mother talking to his father on the phone. Eventually they decided it would be best for him to spend the rest of her year with his father, and they would plan everything else once she got her home re-built. However, in the past couple of months, his father had been busy moving. He was now farther away, and if Roxas moved, he would have to go to an all-new school. As if his life wasn't hard enough. Having no say in the matter, he was ordered to pack what little belongings he had left and told that he would be catching a train the following day heading to his father's new town of Bellerose.