Saïx was never one to lose faith. He was never one to doubt any idea until it had been proven wrong, even the ridiculous could somehow make sense to him. That was why many people would tell him their ideas and problems. Never would Saïx laugh and dismiss anything anyone else had to say. Even when his hyper-active best friend Demyx would burst out with some crazed theory that would cause all their other friends to giggle at its stupidity, Saïx would always consider the possibilities. Yet all the while, he could get someone to believe that their problems were not big enough to bother them. Divorce, illness, fears, lies…everything. Saïx had heard it all a thousand times over, and rarely failed to make someone feel better. He also made the effort with school, getting A's in his Biology, Chemistry, Physics, History, English, Sociology, Spanish and Critical Thinking GCSEs and an A in Maths.
That was how it was for Saïx. He had it all; friends that would never leave him, intelligence, looks. Everyone imagined the guy leading a worldwide business, making triple the amount of money that any other person ever could. They saw him drawing diamond encrusted fists from solid gold gloves. They could never imagine someone like Roxas or Demyx becoming that. Despite them having the same mental capacity as Saïx, neither of them could stand their own ground. Saïx would fight to the death (literally) for his rights. Yes, the blue haired boy was destined to go far in life. And yet, no one envied him enough to truly hate him (that was partly because Saïx was able to hospitalize the one boy who did, so no one dared question him).
That was the life. He had so much planned out for the future. And those plans only grew when he was accepted into Cambridge University. He was going to study English Creative Writing and Psychology, maybe Spanish if he could fit it in. He had so much to look forward to.
In a sense, that is why a small part of him always expected something to go horribly wrong. But he was always able to find some way of suppressing these thoughts so that he could press on with his life. After all, he only had one of those. Nevertheless, the small idea of his life taking a different route to that which he always wanted always crept into his mind. That was how it used to be. That was the life that he left behind when the dreams started coming.
The life he left behind when he realised his powers.
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AN: Don't shoot me! First fanfic here and I just cannot start stories . Seriously, it'll get better from here. And for future reference, the family idea which will come in very soon is the result of my friend and I having too many energy drinks at 10:30 at night. Please excuse it.
Umm…hugs for all those who comment please? And don't be too mean or Dem-Dem will cry D: