I usually hate it when people say 'I know what you're thinking...' because they aren't me and therefore can't know what I'm thinking, but I'm going to use that today. I know what you're thinking... You're thinking why am I making a new story when I really should be working on the Deadly Love stuff... right? Well the truth is... I'm a girl... and like most girls in my family, I have mood swings... and lately... I haven't been in the 'Deadly Love' mood. Don't get me wrong... I tried to write more... but none of it sounded right... So I got the inspiration for this story from my sister's house.

My family set this deal up with my sister… Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night I go over to her apartment and stay the night. Well, we love scary movies so we watched a good couple of them. Well I wanted to write something scary, the movies hade given me inspiration… then my nephew comes up to me and says in a really creepy voice "We mustn't wake the sleeping man…" then giggled non-stop. So I now copyright that line to my four-year-old nephew… (not legally of course).


A lone tune echoed through the room. The tune, at first had an upbeat tone before turning to a down beat tone and back to up beat. This continued for a few minutes before it fell silent.

"Hello. Please leave a message after the beep." The emotionless, computer animated voice rang out, just as loud, if not louder than the tune before it from a small black box. A shrill tone, the beep, sounded off.

"Sora…" The voice on the speaker sighed, not being computer-animated one bit at all. "Sora, I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. I shouldn't have said those things, much less let you be exposed to it. The gang and I are throwing a memorial this Satur-"

A tanned hand emerged from a pile of blankets mountained up on the couch next to the black box. This tanned hand quickly slammed down on to said black box, efficiently cutting off the voice. A few seconds later, the tune was once again singing in the room. The pile of blankets groaned.

"Hello. Please leave a message after the beep." Echoed through the room once again after the ringing stopped. The shrill tone followed and then the man's voice.

"Sorry, must have run out of time or something. I was saying about a memorial on Saturday for him. I was thinking it should be at the mansion, that was his favorite place after all. Sora, I think you should really come; he was your brother… I guess I'll call back later… just think about it."

A click resounded meaning that the message had finished recording when the caller had hung up. From the mountain of blankets emerged the body that went with the hand. His hair was spiky, uncontrollably so, and chocolate brown. He reached up and rubbed sleep out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, they were revealed to be a strange and beautiful shade of blue. But on closer inspection, one would be able to tell that his eyes were not one shade of blue but many. Also, those eyes held a depth to them, yet a tranquility that most eyes didn't possess. As one friend of his had put it: deep as the ocean, tranquil as the sky and all the shades of blue between.

He yawned and tossed a lazy glare at the black box. Black bags forming under the boy's eyes stated eh had not slept well. He reached over and past the black box, finding what he was looking for, he pulled it back and stared at it.

It was a picture. A golden frame protected it from the world, however it hadn't stopped two black burn marks from scaring the only two adult's faces in the pictures. Axel had helped with that, who had known a cigarette could be so helpful? There were only four people in the picture: the two adults and two boys. One of them was the boy holding the picture, Sora. The other looked almost exactly the same save for a few differences.

While Sora wore bright clothes, the other boy wore only black and white. The only other color was the red on his collar and the blue of his eyes. His eyes were the same as Sora's but instead of having a warm, heart-full feeling to them, this boy's seemed to be stuck in a constant icy glare, radiating coldness, despite his huge smile. The only other difference was that the boy's hair was more controlled and blonde. Instead of his spikes going everywhere, like Sora's, his honey blonde lockes were styled up, down and to the side. Not much of a difference, but it was slightly more controlled.

One could only see a glimpse of the background, but from what they could see, it was set in front of a huge black iron gate. Behind the gate was a destroyed mansion. Not much could be told of the mansion from the picture except the fact it was destroyed.

Sora felt his eyes drawn immediately to the blonde in the picture, his fingers moved over his face. "Roxas…" He whispered. Almost immediately, Sora shivered. He cuddled into his blankets, even through the thermostat said it was at least ninety degrees in there.

He had known this cold would come, as it always did when he thought of his brother. His twin. He shivered again, the cold somehow permeating through the blankets into his flesh and down to his bones.

"Sora…"Sora dropped the picture at the faint voice.

"Roxas?" The brunet tried align out. A sudden beat played and Sora yelped. He picked up the phone, angry at the caller.

"Sora?" The voice that had played on the message recorder was on the other line.

"Riku." There was a coldness to Sora's voice.

"Listen, Sora…"

"I know what you'll say. I'm sorry and everything like that. Roxas isn't dead."

"I believe you, honestly, I do." Riku's voice sounded somewhat timid.

"No you don't." Sora frowned at the background voice. It sounded like Yuffie, a Wutian girl who had moved to Twilight Town a couple years ago.

"Yes, I do." Riku replied. "Sora… about the memorial…"

"I got your message, I'm not going." A cold swept around Sora, he shivered.

"But.. Sora… Roxas is your brother you should at least go…"

"Memorials are for the dead, I'm not going. He's not dead."

"But wouldn't you rather be safe than sorry?"

"No." Sora pulled the phone away and posed his finger over the 'end' button.

"Wait, Sora!" Sora held the phone back up to his ear.

"Yes?" The bitterness in his voice conveyed clearly.

"Isn't there anything that would make you go?"

"No," Just as he said that, a person emerged in his thoughts. "Wait, I'll go on one condition."

"Yes?!" Sora gritted his teeth at the happiness of Riku's voice.

"Is Axel going?" A sigh and groan was his reply. "I'll take that as a no."

"No… he said he would if you went…"

"Well then you have a problem, good luck with that. Good bye, Riku." He pulled the phone away and pushed the button before Riku could protest. Sora sighed and stretched, the sound of something hard falling was his reward. He leaned over and picked up the picture frame that had fallen. Rubbing his thumb over Roxas one more time, he placed the frame on the table next to the little black box and drifted off into sleep.


"Sora…"There was so much darkness surrounding Sora, and the voice just echoed. The voice of a little boy… it sounded so familiar. Then it hit him, Roxas.

"Roxas!" The darkness faded, and he was in the same place as the photo. He looked around to see no one. He was alone.

"Sora…"The little boy's voice again. Sora looked to where he had heard it come from. Pressing himself against the gate, he watched as child, no older than six, ambled his way to the front door, if it could be called that, of the mansion. The closer he got to the mansion, he more he grew, until he reached the threshold at sixteen.

"Sora…"The voice was older now, fitting into place with the older Roxas.

"Roxas!" Sora started to attack the gate. Roxas shouldn't go into there. He turned his head before turning his whole body to face Sora. Tilting his head, he smiled at Sora. Gently, he raised a finger to his firmly shut mouth.

"Shh… We mustn't wake the sleeping man…" Sora paused for a moment wondering how a voice so faint could carry across the great expanse of yard, and how Roxas had spoken with his lips firmly shut. When Roxas began to slowly fade, Sora was brought out of his pause and resumed hitting and abusing the gate, harder than before.

"Roxas!" Roxas turned, his form see through now. He took a step, passing the threshold. At that moment, everything around Sora shattered like broken glass.

"We mustn't wake the sleeping man…" The voice echoed continually around him.

"Sora…" The voice echoed both this one and the previous.

"Shh… don't wake him." Now three were echoing in his endless darkness.

"Sora, do you remember?" The voices fell silent at the last one.

"Remember? Roxas, what are you talking about. Roxas…" Nothing came. No noise. Nothing… "Roxas!" Now his voice echoed, however, his lacked the ethereal quality Roxas' had.

"Sora!" The time the voice the responded wasn't ghostly sounding, its echoes didn't echo and it wasn't so faint. It rung loud and clear in Sora's ears.

"Roxas!" He could somehow see his brother in the darkness, he tried to reach out. A foul wind came and pushed him back. He closed his eyes as he suddenly fell.

Waking, Sora moved to stand up. A loud clunk brought his attention to the floor, where the photo had once again fallen. Picking it up Sora gasped and promptly dropped the photo again.

A long crack now ran between Sora and his twin. Also, the happy smile was gone, and instead replaced with a frown. Roxas was also looking off to the side, his gaze focused elsewhere. Sora stood, untangling himself from his blankets and ran down a hallway. Every picture… every picture that had Roxas in it had been affected. All the same way. When a knock at the door came, Sora screamed.

"Sora!" The door was opened, and in rushed a very tall person. Sora collapsed to the floor, sobbing. The person kneeled down and hugged him. Sora sniffled and could barely smell the mixture of cigarette smoke and cinnamon.

"Axel…" The red-headed man nodded once. Closing his vivid green eyes as he rested his chin onto of Sora's head.

"Shh…" He whispered.

"Shh… we mustn't wake the sleeping man…" The voice echoed once around Sora before disappearing. Axel seemed completely unaware.

"Don't… please don't…" Sora whined.

"Alright… calm down…" After what felt like hours, Sora calmed enough. "What got you so upset?"

"The pictures…"

"The pictures?" Axel looked up at the many photos hanging on the walls. "Oh… what happened?"

"I don't know…"

"All of them?"

"As long as they had…." Sora choked on the name. Axel nodded understandingly.

"I understand." Sora risked a glance at Axel.

"You haven't been sleeping well." Sora took well note of the tall man's mixed-matched outfit and the dark bags under his eyes. They didn't look good with the purple tear-drop shaped tattoos on his cheekbones. His long once vibrant red hair color had dulled and tangles and knots were everywhere. "or eating." Sora added, noticing how Axel was more boney than just plain thin.

"Nightmares… started when I rejected Riku's invitation to the memorial. He called me to bitch about how you weren't going unless I went and I was going until you went…" Sora nodded once. "How about we go… if anything, maybe it will stop my dreams, and give you a renewed sense of hope."

"Hope?" Sora looked at Axel curiously.

"Yeah, the Organization plans on being there to say Roxas isn't dead." The Organization. The town delinquents. Roxas was one for them, even wore their uniform. Sora had only felt comfortable around a few of them, Roxas and Axel being some of those few.

"Great… more fighting…"

"Not really. The committee and Organization took vow of no fights on Saturday… it was required if the Organization wanted to go to the memorial." Sora nodded. That made sense. The Restoration Committee was the opposite of the Organization. Fights often broke out between the two groups. Riku would occasionally drabble in the Organization's affairs, but for the most part eh stayed true to the committee.

"So you'll go."

"Yeah… if you'll go."

"I'll go." Axel hugged Sora gently.

"Okay."


Axel stayed at Sora's until Saturday. When the dreaded day finally came, they set out together to Roxas' memorial. Out of everyone, the organization members and Sora had been hit the hardest. Out of those people, Sora and Axel. Sora for being Roxas' twin and Axel because he and Roxas were steadily going out and the red-head truly loved the blonde.

The memorial was going to take place at the ruined mansion, well more accurately at the gates before it. To get to those gates, one had to pass through a hole in a wall and a forest.

Supposedly, the town stopped at the edge of the forest. The only building past the edge was the mansion. Then something happened and the town tried to cut down the forest, but it didn't work. So a wall was built surround the mansion and the forest around it. However, the wall kept breaking in one spot, so the builders just gave up on that one spot. It was from that one spot that was the only entrance to the forest.

No one really liked the forest so few strayed into it anyways. There was never any sound. And any sound made, sounded muted. People never hard birds sing or the wind blow there. So it became known as the Silent Wood. A name it lived up to very well. Maybe that was why the memorial was so quiet at first.

The memorial was just like any other thing. People said things about Roxas and that was that. Until Cloud spoke. Cloud was the older brother of Roxas and Sora. Like everyone in the family, he had the trademark spiky hair and big bright blue eyes.

"Roxas was a good kid, and many of us will miss him but we need to understand that he is dead. He is no longer with us, and trying to defy that only brings more har-" His words caused many upset people to get more upset. The majority of which were Organization members. A loud fight then ensured that was not physical but only vocal. Sora knew though that it could easily turn physical, and although the Restoration Committee had more people, the organization carried weapons.

Sora escaped the crowd and looked up at the mansion, trying to ignore the sounds of the verbal fight.

"The cards are never wrong, love. King of Hearts is still alive, guarded by an Ace of Diamonds. And something more." Sora turned to face the voice. Luxord.

Luxord had never been one of the Organization members Sora was comfortable with. He had platinum blonde hair with icy blue eyes. Several earrings pierced his ears, five to be exact. He had come from Port Royal, and as such had a British accent, and a love of rum and poker. What had surprised Sora was his politeness and large vocabulary. Sora had thought pirates didn't care about that sort of thing. Luxord also always had a card deck with him.

Axel and Roxas had once said that Luxord could tell the future, check up on people and tell time with those cards. Even manipulate them into shapes. When Sora asked about the check up on people thing, they had replied that he had everyone draw a card and that card represent them. They even tested their theories out. There would be a fight between two organization members. During the fight, Luxord would use his cards to determine who was going to win without looking at them and give the cards to another person. Every time he was correct.

"King of Hearts?" Luxord shuffled some cards as Sora asked.

"Your brother, dear." Sora nodded.

"And the ace?" Luxord looked at the cards; his eyes glowed slightly with some emotion Sora couldn't place.

"Who knows? They know, they who of which walk in shadows and feast on the living. Nightmares, horrors… fear itself… they know, for they know all and all is theirs to know." This was exactly the reason why Sora didn't like Luxord. Sora turned back to the mansion, and then noticed that it had gotten eerily quiet. Luxord grabbed Sora by the shoulder and spun him around.

"Remember my dear lad, remember this well. The light is not always as good as it seems, nor is the darkness as evil. Just as darkness shades and hides away the path of right and hides the evil, light can blind people the same. Always remember who you are, not a name or title, but a person and who that person is. Never forget and always remember. All ways forget not to remember and to remember not to forget." He smiled, showing his teeth. Sora shivered as the cold returned. He had heard those words from someone… a long time ago. Not the same wording, but the same basic meaning.

"We mustn't wake the sleeping man now, should we?" Sora blinked, his mouth agape. Luxord nodded his head and disappeared into the crowd. The moment he disappeared from Sora's sight, the sound came back. The sounds of the yelling and shouting hit Sora full force. Clutching his ears, he leaned against the gate.

"Sora…" The voice whispered urgently, a soft wind swirled around him briefly. "Stop it… stop it, Sora… Stop it!"

"STOP IT!" Everything went silent at Sora's shouted demand. Although to some ears it sounded more like a screamed plea. "Just stop it…. stop it… stop it… stop…" Sinking down until he hit the ground, the tears flowing down Sora's face. Riku was there in a second.

The tall silver haired male comforted Sora with hushed words and a pale arm around the shoulders. Aqua green eyes glared at the crowd. Quickly and silently they left, until all that was left was Sora, Riku and Axel. Riku turned his eyes to Sora, and the cold glare on them immediately faded. Axel stood by Sora, silently watching the mansion.

A wind blew past them, making all three shiver. "We shou-" Riku's words were lost as the wind picked up, throwing them against the gate and forcing it open. The three tumbled into the yard. Their shouts of surprise echoing loudly. Riku stood first; he helped Sora, up while Axel turned to the gate. It closed with a loud and ominous clang.

"Well, shit." Sora and Riku nodded at Axel's words.

"Sora…" Sora turned and looked at the mansion, while Riku and Axel tried top open the gate.

"Roxas!" Startled by Sora's cry, both boys yelped and turned. Sora was in a full sprint to the front door. Riku was immediately after him, and behind Riku was Axel. Sora entered the mansion, ignoring Riku's and Axel's shouts.


As this is just the prologue, I wrote it in third person... the next chapters are going to be pure first-person... oh, by the way, if any of you happen to find a really good Zemyx Story, try sending me a link for it... maybe I'll get my spark back for the Dealy Love stories... in the meantime, this story is going to have to do. Oh, ideas of what to happen to the characters can be used... remember the mansion is haunted... by what.. I won't say. Bye!