So here it is, the start again… hope the ones following this is okay with the changes and I hope that all the new readers like this ^^ And I'm soooo sorry it took such a long time.. god, I hate myself for this…
And I'm using Celsius, the Metric system and a 24 hour clock, get over it
Enjoy!
Roxas POV
I look around the room. On the skyblue wall, that looked much better in 7th grade*, there are posters. Metallica, Kaizers Orchestra, Led Zeppelin and Fall Out Boy are just some of the bands that has the honor of covering the blue. The worn furniture that is filling the old room looks almost sad. The simple bed with a black blanket covering it, the built in wardrobe with mirror doors and a black desk with an office chair is the only furniture in the room. On the black desk there is a letter, a simple envelope with just Roxas on it. The only thing written is: "You are picked by The Organization" Then another letter came the day after I received it, saying: "New York, 26th of December, 12:00pm, 57 East 57th Street". So now, 06:00 AM December 25th, I have to leave. I have already said goodbye to my friends Olette and Pence, and I have broken up with his boyfriend Hayner. It isn't a big deal, I mean, I already know he's been having sex with Seifer for weeks... that cheating bastard... no, but seriously, I'm not sad or anything like that. The hardest thing was to say goodbye to Namine, my best friend and kindergarten girlfriend, which means before I knew I was gay. My mom and dad is not a problem, they hate me because of my sexuality, or that's what they say at least, and won't miss me at all. I'm going to live with my twin Sora in New York. He has taken his Senior High School years there, and stayed, working on his degrees. He is the social and fun loving person and I am the quiet one. Our parent's loved him and therefore they gave him permission to take his education in America, I didn't get the option. I don't know why they loved him more, but maybe it just was his personality? The only difference we had in appearance is that he has brown hair and I have blond, and my eyes is also a little brighter. Well, I don't care anymore; I'm leaving and is never going to see them again.
Now I just want to say that my childhood wasn't all bad. My uncle and aunt loved me very much. It may be because I remind them of their own child, my cousin. He left when I was five, uncle and auntie never said to where. They don't have any pictures of him and don't talk about him, says it's because of his job. Something about a special military group or something, I don't really know. I can't even remember his name; I just know that he used to look like me.
Outside is freezing. My black winter coat is not a help against -25 degrees Celsius. The bag I have packed with just what I need is digging into my shoulder and that damn cab is nowhere in sight. I have taken the train to Oslo and is currently waiting outside Oslo S.*. The cab is late, I'm late and the plane leaves in two hours. How fun, right? I couldn't expect less, it's Christmas day after all. Wait, there it is! The cab! It stops right in front of me and I jump in. "Finally…" I start before I noticed there is another passenger. An abnormally tall, compared to my size at least, man with abnormally red hair is sleeping in the seat next to me, "Umm..?". "Han skulle til samme sted som deg så jeg tok dere begge, få sjåfører i dag."(He was going the same place as you, so I took you both, few drivers today) the cab driver says and is already driving towards the airport. I look over on the other male and noticed he had one purple reverse-teardrops tattooed under each eye. Cool, was the thought that struck me, but the thing I didn't notice was the roman numbers tattooed on the side of his neck.
I missed it... fuck! The gate had closed just minutes before I arrived and now I was doomed! I am sitting in one of those uncomfortable airport chairs and probably looked as fucked as I feel. An airport employee comes over and says with a quiet voice, "Jeg beklager, Sir, men det neste flyet drar ikke før om fem timer og det mellomlander I London, hvis du bare kan vente til da?"(I'm sorry, Sir, but the next plane leaves in five hours and it first lands in London before going on). "Nei! Jeg kan ikke det!" (No! I can't do that!) I shouted and looks up at her with anger "Jeg skal være I New York i morgen, klokka 12"(I need to be in New York tomorrow, 12 o'clock). "Jeg beklager… men jeg kan ikke hjelpe deg…"(I'm sorry… but I can't help you) she starts before another employee comes over and whispers something in her ear. I can't quite get what the employee says, but the woman suddenly smiles and looks down at me, "Jeg har gode nyheter Sir! Det er en mann som har hørt om problemet ditt og gitt deg et sete i hans fly!"(I've got good news, Sir! It's a gentleman that has heard about your problem and has given you a seat in his plane). What? This must be a joke? There is no one here! What gentleman? "Du tuller, sant?"(You're kidding, right?) I ask and stand up. Not that I am tall or anything, I am actually really short for a 19 year old boy, but I can beat anyone in a fight, not that that matters now. "Nei!"(No!) she exclaimed way to exited for my taste "Men du må komme med meg nå!"(But you have to come with me right now!).
She wasn't joking. There actually is a plane there on the runway, and it is a private motherfucking jet! It is black with red details and the roman number VIII on the tail. "Mannen sa at han takket deg for å la han sove!"( The gentleman said he thanked you for letting him sleep) the female employee yells over the sound of the engine before she walks away. Letting him sleep? The man in the cab? Is it his? God, that is awesome! The inside has got all you need. It has of course seats with belts that is used under takeoff and landing, but it has also got a bed, mini fridge and a TV! This is awesome! But maybe it just was a dream? Wait, don't think that now, I'm leaving and I'm leaving in style! The only thing was that I am sleepy, and the bed just looks way to tempting, so after takeoff I am going straight to bed.
"Why don't you just die?!". My mother is screaming at me again. "I should just have given you away when I got you and just kept your brother!". Then a slap suddenly comes and I can feel my cheek getting warm and red. "Why can't you be more like Sora?!". That is a question that has been asked so many times through my life that it doesn't bother me anymore. My mom, dad and even my friends have asked just that question at some point and even I have asked myself that… Why am I not more like Sora? My younger twin is perfect in every way but school, but nobody cares about that. He is fun, outgoing, he can make anyone smile and never does anything wrong. Me on the other hand is quiet, antisocial, can make anyone cry or become angry in seconds and always do something to ruin someone's day. My parents says that it was Sora they planned and not me, Roxas...
".. ir!" A voice says. What? Wasn't I just talking, or rather listening to mom? "Sir!" the voice says again, louder this time. My eyes opens slowly and I look up at the roof of the jet. That's right, the airplane, this comfortable bed and that man. "Sir!" the voice says, now impatient, almost irritated, and I look over in the direction the voice comes from. "Mother of..!" I yell and back away. The man standing there is wearing a white and light purple suit. The suit has spikes as sharp as razor blades at the side of the arms and a tie with a weird, upside down hear/cross symbol on it. I look a little closer and realizes that it's the Nobody crest, from the legends. But it's not the clothes that frighten me, it is the fact that he is wearing a purple mask with a long, pointy blade on, that is fucking scary. "Sorry" I say and clear my throat, "Yes… what is it?". "We are in New York" the man answers and I can't hide the little smile that is starting to spread over my lips.
New York actually has snow this time of year. Not that I know if it is rare to have snow in New York or not, the farthest away from Norway I have been was Sweden, but the point is that it is snow on the ground. The thing that is bothering me isn't the cold, because it is warmer here than it was back home, but it was all the damn Christmas lights. It is so typical American, lights everywhere! I think it looks cheap and ugly, but back home we don't have all the lights, we have little nisser* and decorations you might find in a cottage as well as in a home. Well, enough about the decorations, now I need to call Sora. "Where is that cellphone?" I mumble and look in my bag. Not there. Pockets? Not in my there either. Jacket? Yes! There it is, now let's see. No messages and no missed calls, that's good. The time back home is 18:00 that means that it is 12:00 here. Excellent, 12 o'clock the 25th of December and no missed calls. I'm so glad that in Norway we get our presents at the 24th and not the 25th. I got a brand new cellphone from my aunt and uncle, they know how much I like electronics and I really needed a new phone. I scroll down the contact list and when Sora's name come up I press call. Three buzzes later and a groggy voice said "Ye.. Hallo?". "Vekte jeg deg Sora?" (Did I wake you up, Sora?) I say and laugh a little. "Roxas!", god that kid can yell, "Are you here already? When did you come? Are you okay? Where are you?". "Yes, I just came, Yes and the airport... can you come and get me?" I say quietly and all I can here is a 'Yes' and then the phone goes quiet. That went well, maybe this year we can actually have a nice Christmas and birthday. Oh? Did I forget to say that? Today is also me and Sora's birthday.
7th grade = first year of Junior High Scool in America, last year of Elementary School in Norway.
Nisser = Little goblins/leprechauns looking magical creatures that is doing pranks all year round, but helps out at Christmas time.
So.. this is all.. some is changed, but most of it is the same. Again, hope the new readers like it and the old still think it's good
My beta is still dead so please tell me if I have made any mistakes
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