Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, do you?
Warnings: This story contains yaoi, if you find that offensive, then why the hell are you here in the first place, hmm?
Life isn't fair.
My father-back when he was still alive-used to think I was weird. I would lock myself up in my room and read books on end. None of that easy stuff that you would expect from kids. It was always the hard stuff. There was no, Winnie the Pooh to be found in my hands. No, I love reading anything. If it was about Romance? Yeah. History? Yeah. Heck I could even speak three different languages by the age of Seven! I was your not-so-average happy kid.
But it all changed the day I opened the door to find those death messengers in blue standing on my doorstep. I remember it so vividly, that even to this day it haunts me, always waiting just around the corner. All they offered me was those fake sympathetic gazes that still make me sick and carefully disguised insults. It made me want to rip those pathetic golden badges right off their chests and shove them down their throats. But enough of my violent fantasies, I'm going off topic.
Basically all they told me before turning and leaving the same way they came was "Your fathers gone kid, he was drunk and got hit by a car, grow up and move on"...Okay, maybe those weren't their exact words, but it was implied. Damn cops, what use do they have. Oh oh, I know! Donut Patrol. They treated something so destructive to an Eight year olds life as if they were just talking about the weather!
So as you can see, things are never as good as they appear to be on the surface. Infact, if someone would dig deeper for once, they might just see the horror that lies within.
So diary, welcome to my fucking life. You and I will be spending alot of quality time together.