When Sora Safir was a young boy, he lived in Twilight Town with his mother and father. He loved living there, watching all the older kids in the Struggle tournaments and trying to learn how to skateboard with Hayner. This, however, was soon destroyed by a word he didn't understand: divorce.

His parents sat him down and tried to explain it, but he didn't want to listen. He wanted to stay in his hometown forever and ever with his family and his friends. But they made him listen and told them that they both loved him very much, but that they didn't love each other anymore. He refused to budge from his room for days, only leaving when they dragged him off for their court date to decide who would have custody over him.

Sora hated the courtroom. It smelled funny and lots of people he didn't know were there, plus a few scary looking policemen. (He knew policemen were nice and helpful, but he didn't like these.) He stood nervously from his place between his parents when the judge told him to come up (she looked nice, but the brunette didn't like her either because of what she was doing).

On the walk do the box thing in the front, the boy paused as he heard a voice.

"Don't worry," it said, "Everything will be ok."

He turned around, looking for who had spoken to him, but the only people he saw were his parents, his mother giving a soft, encouraging smile. That voice hadn't sounded like his parents at all... was someone else cheering him on?

Looking back on everything, Sora would have guessed that this is where it all started.

Several months later, the divorce was finalized. Sora's mother had gained custody over him, which meant that he would have to leave for her hometown with her. The goodbyes to his father and his friends was not something the boy wanted to do, but he did so with the promise he'd come back and visit.

His mother took his hand and lead him onto the train. It was almost empty, save for a few little old ladies in the back and boy around Sora's age. Sora went over to sit next to him, looking curiously at the boy. He had bright blue eyes, about the same color as Sora's, with blonde hair that spiked off in every direction. He smiled a little at the curious brunette. "Hi. I'm Roxas."

Sora beamed back. "I'm Sora"

"Sora? Who are you talking to?"

The boy looked back at his mother curiously before looking back at Roxas. To his surprise, the boy was gone. He frowned in confusion, but his mother just smiled knowingly. "Did you find a friend for the trip?" Sora nodded. "What's his name?"

"Roxas," he replied.

With another smile, she patted him on the head. "Well, don't worry. Once we get there, I'm sure you'll meet lots of nice people to be your friends." Sora tilted his head to the side, not seeming to understand. She just smiled and started to sit where Roxas had been.

"Don't sit there!" Sora said, pushing her back up, "What if he's still there? You'll squish him!"

She gave a little laugh. "Alright, dear. I'll sit over here instead." She sat across from him, watching her son as he looked back and saw Roxas again.

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"No where," the blonde replied.

Sora looked a little confused, but shrugged it off. "Sooo if my mom HAD sat down, would you have been squished, right?"

"I doubt it," Roxas shrugged, "She doesn't look like she'd weigh very much."

The brunette paused before grinning mischievously. "Mom, Roxas says you're really pretty"

The boy turned beet red. "I didn't say that!"

The woman didn't seem to notice Roxas's protest, smiling. "Thank you, Roxas."

Sora frowned. "Mooom, you're not looking at him..."

Looking over at her son, she said, "I'm sorry, dear, but I can't see him."

Blinking, the small boy frowned. "Why not?"

"Well..." The woman chose her words carefully as her innocent son blinked at her. She didn't want to tell him his friend wasn't real, so she would have to come up with something. "Maybe it's because he's a friend just for you and not me."

"Oooh." Sora beamed, looking back at Roxas. "Did you hear that?"

Roxas nodded, smiling back at him. "So... we are friends, right?"

"Of course!" The brunette nodded vigorously, the two boys keeping each other company for the whole ride.

"Come on, Roxas, look over here!"

Sora was running around the new house with his friend in tow. He wasn't sure why Roxas was still there with him, but he wasn't complaining. They had explored most the outside and just had the upstairs to go when Sora's mother called for him.

"Sweetie, some of the neighbors have invited you to go play a game that their children are all involved in," she said brightly when the boy entered the kitchen again, "Why don't you go outside and play with them?"

"Can Roxas come too?" he asked, holding the other boy's hand.

"I don't think they invited him. Besides, I'd like for him to stay in here with me."

Sora frowned. "You said you can't see him."

"I can't, but it's nice to know someone's there even if I don't see them."

Biting his lip, Sora looked over at Roxas. "Go on," the blonde told him, "I'll always be around, so you should spend time with people you won't see as often, right?"

"You promise?" the brunette asked quietly, "That you'll always be around."

He nodded, smiling. "As long as you want me to be."

Beaming, Sora gave his friend a hug (which looked awful odd to his mother) before going outside to play with the other children. Their names were Tidus, Wakka, and Selphie and all treated him very nicely. That added to Sora's naturally outgoing nature made them friends very quickly.

To his mother's relief, Sora stopped talking about Roxas very quickly. She wouldn't have been worried if he had kept it up a little longer (after all, how many children didn't have imaginary friends?), but she was glad her boy was growing healthily in the real world.

What she didn't know, however, was just because Sora stopped talking about Roxas didn't mean he no longer saw or heard the boy. Sora heard Roxas's voice, sometimes without seeing him, and felt his presence inside of him on occasion as if the blonde boy was a direct part of him. In a way, to Sora at least, he was. And he wasn't afraid or bothered by it. It was nice to know that no matter what, someone would also be with him and by his side. If he woke up from a nightmare, Roxas was there, and if it was raining the two could play. It comforted him to have the other so close to him, and they grew together, one, but separate enough to clearly be two.

Author's Note: Yes, this was a cryptic first chapter. Most of them are like that. I've already written the next three chapters of this- go me!- so you'll at least get that much. 3 Review please!