Disclaimer: El videojuego de Kingdom Hearts 2 no es mio

A/N: Yeah…my muse CD for this fic was The Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte. Go figure. Also, you might notice, but I've made the characters quite a bit older for this fic. They're all somewhere about their mid-twenties. Warning: Boy love, yadda-yadda, you know the drill. Enjoy

Disclaimer: El videojuego de Kingdom Hearts 2 no es mio. Song lyrics belong to Good Charlotte.

"A ghost of you is all that I have left

All that I have left of you to hold

I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me

And nothing left of what we were at all."

-Ghost of You, Good Charlotte

Prologue

"Riku, come on! Smile for the camera!"

Deep laughter. "Sora, get it out of my face." The screen was jostled, flashing the TV screen in the room, the fireplace, a red couch.

"Nope, not until you smile!" It flashed back to his face, turquoise eyes sparkling in pale skin, the smallest of smirks alighting that flawless face, long silver hair framing it all.

Sora paused the video, looking into that perfect face. He had to choke back a sob. He didn't know why he kept doing this to himself. It only hurt him, yet he continued to do it. It was like…feeling the pain reminded him that he was still there, still alive, even if he didn't necessarily want to be.

He jumped when the phone started ringing and there was a slamming on the door at the same time. He shrank back into the chair, Riku's chair, and tried to block out the noise. There was the sound of a key scraping against a lock and the door opened. There was a curse and the light flipped on, making Sora blink rapidly, trying to adjust. Then his twin stood framed in the doorway.

"Sora," he sighed, taking a few steps into the room. His eyes flickered to the TV screen before he approached Sora, cowering in the armchair. The blonde snatched the remote of the armrest and flipped the TV off, shattering that perfect image.

"So," Sora flinched. That was his nickname. No one else's. "You can't keep doing this to yourself," Roxas murmured. "He's dead, So. It's been almost a year…you have to let it go."

Sora glared, eyes flashing angrily. "I can't just let it go," he spat. "I loved him. If you were in my place…if it was Axel…could you just let it go?" Roxas glanced away and they were both quiet for a long time.

Sora knew that he was tearing himself apart, but it seemed to be the only thing he could do. Was he supposed to just let it go, move on and forget everything? That would be a disservice to him and he wasn't going to do that.

Finally, Roxas shrugged. "I don't know, Sora. I suppose I couldn't just move on right away, but it's been almost a year now. Of course I would never forget him, never stop loving him…but I wouldn't barricade myself away from the people who love me, the people who could help me heal. Axel would want me to be happy and I know that Riku wants you to be happy, too. Because he loved you." Roxas' arms reached up and grabbed Sora's shoulders. He hadn't allowed anyone to touch him in such a long time that it felt strange. Roxas tugged and Sora allowed himself to fall forward into his brother's arms. He hugged his twin tightly, burying his face in Roxas' shoulder. Roxas didn't say a word, but rubbed Sora's back in big, soothing circles. Sora cried, but that wasn't too surprising. He spent a lot of his time crying these days.

"Come on Sora…how about we get you up to bed?" he whispered. Sora didn't even bother trying to protest as Roxas helped him to his feet and started toward the stairs. He leaned against his brother as they reached the top, as he was brought into his room. He only stopped when Roxas laid him down. There were footsteps on the stairs and he could vaguely hear another voice whispering. A hand stroked his hair and blue eyes stared into his own.

"We'll be downstairs if you need us okay, Sora?" He barely nodded before slipping into unconsciousness. The eyes haunted his dreams.

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A/N: Yup…so this first chapter is short. It's supposed to be, because it's just a prologue… I got this idea while watching Premonition, but it's NOT the same storyline, because in all honesty, I thought the movie sucked big time. Still, the plot bunnies were born and now they're stabbing my brain with a spork and it's actually quite painful so I'm writing. I've even thought of an algebraic formula for it. VampyreQueen (16) + 1 bad movie + 1 tiny A-frame cabin + one stepdad (45), one step sister (15), one step brother(21), one step-nephew(18 months), and one bio-brother (22) + laptop + obsession with KH2 A fanfiction about someone dead. What does that tell you about my family?